WHAT IN THE EXPLETIVE’S UP?
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 11, 2019
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It’s a #Given when you get what you get because that’s the way the ball bounces, get the benz
From the #GetGo it’s all a dream in a crib or bassinet or in a bunch of blankets of hot wool
Even though you wouldn’t know it, the absolute worst is yet to come or maybe not, it depends
On whether you take a left or a right at the crossroads ahead, foresight and hindsight, fool!
Now then, there’s a known past, occult mysteries’ secret unknown, a privilege yet to come
A driveler won’t get the answers from the masters of the atomic fission and fusion and gun
Man’s gotta know the limitations of his genome, a woman knows from birth to death, light
Darkness is when it’s all gone, when it’s finished, when it’s all done, even with a good fight.
Now for the Truth, if you’ve arrived at this juncture, don’t start crying now, blur God and all
There’s always the hopes and prayers you’ve offered to the emptiness above, not all’s my loss
It’ll echo as your bones and souls return to the empty Void you’ve overlooked, unintentional
Yet, it happened, now, you’ve got about a minute to reevaluate and decide what matters most.
If you don’t slow your roll then it will be returned to the dust it came from adored mama heat
Veins movin’ the blood that’s blue and never red until it hits the dirt, out of short underskirty
It’s what you get when you play with the big boys or even the little boys with the hottest beats
Dead bodies from the flyin’ bullets and slicin’ knives to get the blood to glare on wet tar city.
Centimeters from my heart and a hectare from my soul’s function, there’s an equation’s fuss
It’s the calculus and trigonometry of the thing itself, before the form, it’s the rock roll matter
No reason or rhyme to that crime or this gift of the gods, above the sky and below the crust
Who hits pause in the middle of the Space’s Time? Just a clown with a frown, silly cracker!
Wasted but not totally annihilated from the Past movin’ through my danm crime of waste
For once and probably for the last time, this is a last call for the benign stones of deity fate
A climb up a hill and a struggle to avoid the smokin’ and drinkin’ of my godfathers’ binges
Black Jack kept it real and the #Hamm’s put the edge back on the bull’s scat, off the hinges.
A clone of the many but not of the One, it’s not my fault it’s ‘cause my pops phuqd ‘round
Lucky for me it was a score, hit the bull in the eye and badabing badaboom, on the mound
Dreaming of the team of duos and trios that I can’t ever complain about the static of pows
A puff and a shrug just a few bytes away from the final crash, it’s comin’ now to the blows.
First cause of the first move of the prime mover of the cosmic menu-do, bulgogi and do bu
In a nervous system’s cerebral cortex to the tarsals and phalanges of the anglophiles’ stew
On fire with the rocks and hot boulders spat from the network of the ground, down under
Life lives with or without the noises of the origin’s Big Bang, animated edibles and carnage.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER ELEVEN, 2019 A.D. @ 12:30 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to LIVE Gary Clark Jr @ Glastonbury, 26 June 2016 #WhenMyTrainPullsIn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gYXMDCNjl8M }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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