COVERED, SQUARED OR CUBED
It is the living proof that we are a result of a miraculous Big Bang event, little rascals
No place in space that I’d rather be than right here & now, love it to hell, all hard sells
It’s where it is, right below our feet, an historical graveyard of First & Last epic Causes
From the get go, right out of the gate, out of nowhere a lady came & whispered, “Dez.”
Hot flames and frozen tundra of burned out cinder, from a White Dwarves or Red Giants
No need for language since there is no culture or civilization in the origin of man’s Time
Since Time is a management tool for the efficiency experts and a globalist economy wonk
Puritanical, atheistic hedonist and that which I am, an agnostic hangin’ in for the counts.
I’m a man, what about you? You may be a with or without the power of wisdom of a #Thug
Examining the evidence of the previous incarnation of the #CookieMonster & #MothersMilk
She always knew how to treat the dummies, hi dee ho, fe fi fo fum, English-Irishman red silk
With or without you, nothing matters, corpus delicti is no myth, silk, slick as slime on a slug.
Cards all dealt the deck of 80, aces, tens higher than kings, queens and one eyed jacks, hike
Bull frogs are croakin’ now, the full moon is risin’ from the east, Earth rolls royces, busy body
If you think that you’re more clever than the magician who plays you and steals your psyche
A change of numbers on a timeline from zero to the right positive and to the left it’s nugatory.
Upward where nine miles high will get you extinguished or at least vanquished beyond a bust
Nothing walking, crawling, burrowing, flying or swimming but I got fortunate son wanderlust
Cosmic light and infrared sound form the quality of the minute quantity we’ve gleaned off US
Murder, hot-blooded self-defense against a threat’s clear and present danger, sky of sea blues
The wounds don’t hurt once they’re healed but they all need a psychological reliever, it grows
Until there’s nothing left to learn about being hurt, riddled with ups and downs of love flows
From the infancy of your bones and mind to the fine-tuned machine you’ve primed for karma
As if it’s true, squared & cubed #FakeNews flies on the Mason-Dixon, old Mississippi mama.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. SAMEDHI, FREEZEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 PM PST #PearlHarbor78Since41
{ drafted while jammin’ to #Nazareth HITS like #NowYouMessinWithASOB on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qQO-Cb3SiW8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)