FOOL’S GOLD O’ER LOVE, GOD I AM
The gods left the lady and the tramp to fend for themselves with chakra deep, blue healing
In a place in Space where everything imaginable is everything that’s a probable scat fling
A baboon equation in a zoo cage to act civilized as ancient tribes of humans, cro magnons
Ones who did not allow the liberation of the female of the troop, saddle up, monkey sons.
A feckless bunch of gangs inside and outside of the city’s skirts, run the show, in the know
Pushed and shoved out of the learning the 3 R’s and history of civilization’s religious blow
Blaming the hard times and destructive nature of being as the Devil, lived spelled in reverse
Hands down with the palms face up, hands on deck meaning ready to be the weapon’s curse.
Pushin’ buttons, pullin’ levers, watchin’ lights blinkin’ smokey neutrons, protons & electrons
All for the sake of controlling the eventual Earth quake that splits the air, land and sea in two
One for us and the other half for the pulverized dust to fill up the jet streams’ bone dry cons
Out of the ice, thawed into the gas between the stage and drivin’ a nail, hammerin’ the screw.
For the last time, I am going to advise my psyche that uses ignorance and failure to recollect
Memories of the things that have been done from the first to the last step to pay the debt
One which may not be as important once death has paid it’s final visit to the animated silk
Hairy worms, in a conglomeration of relationships, of smoke and mirrors suckin’ Ma’s milk.
Fair to say and believe that nobody knows anything, elders nor peers, certainly not the young
Innocent on E Street or Main Street near the L, where hands & feet beat the drummer’s song
It is in the end, the thing itself that only you know and I know, since day 1, prehistoric delight
Pulling the G strings, facilitating the progression from young beauties to burning in sunlight.
Luck being a word for avoiding disaster happening all around your perimeter and within you
Knowing what wisdom is can enhance your chances of surviving the onslaught of murder flu
Like a virus, you allow it’s entry into your genome, it dispatches copy cats into the deep sea
Down below the waterline where light don’t shine, down for the count on holy smokes’ tea.
Money, lead to gold in the fired up flames of Hades, where Heaven went to avoid the water
Down by the waterline is where the animals go to drink, saluting the thirsty son and daughter
Profound infinity allowing the brief glimpse of the acid trip, LSD on the DNA yields the Hair
Nowhere in any place, never at any time from the dawn to the dusk of awareness, I’m there!
Symphony of presence and future shock all becoming the historical recollection of stardust
Hot, cold, stupid, ignorant, insane, intelligence from surveillance above or below, we fussed
Yielding hard rock cabins and gas pillows, to be or not to be, a psycho-babble, #RedRum rust
Herds eating life-force, feeding reincarnated deaths of animated atoms, #MurDer wanderlust.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, January 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while metabolizing CARLOS SANTANA - Gypsy Queen; Oye Como Va; Evil Ways; Jingo; Once It's Gotcha; Live In Berlin 1987 link @ https://youtu.be/Rpkv-NncA5c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)