UNHOLY, MUSE OF FIELD THEORY
One is taken aback with the words being both read and understood in a context of daddy’s Id
Where everything is indeed, everything and nothing is a certainty in search of the Cisco Kid
Where you come from makes no difference, not an iota of reason why we’re the shape-Forms
Matter in atomic bits and pieces of charm, a thing itself as a philosopher knows love’s worms.
Recollection of what will never be, what you and all of the angels wanted to be, a demon seed
With a mighty will power to create somethings from the sweet nothings, until they’re all freed
She’s gone and he’s gone, as an anthropomorphic consolation to be a booby prize of a breeze
A monopoly of both the wealth and the poverty of existence, coast to coasts across seven seas.
Many clues for perusal at the leisure of the apes who care why they’re spinnin’ mortality’s sin
In violation of Laws of 1st Cause’s effects, an argument exists, that Life’s a perpetual function
Of all atomic matter in any form’s shape of star dust, with or without the love we have, AGOG
It will be OK and it won’t matter once you get a last blink and turn off the lights of my BLOG.
For the sake of filling up the dead air between the poets and masons’ rock-gemstone freedom
Will has everything to do with causes’ effects, control The Will and rough diamonds will come
Time to time, in the living space you call home or away from It, gravitational collapsed souls
Wishing it wasn’t that way will never change sex’s Big Bang, Pulsars, Dwarfs or Black Holes.
Lyrics and notes of songs unsung, unwritten, inconceivable microdots of the trips you tripped
Changed your and your kin’s DNA forever, mutated divine DNA, angels’ fear, double-dipped
Darkness without possibility of parole, improbable while you read this Word, poof, no today
Immense space between ears and betwixt galaxies that boogie-woogie my Jersey rock-a-way.
Dancin’ in light or in darkness matters to nobody but You, You are all there is, It’s old school
If you allow vile, evil, live thoughts of cry babies to influence your life, a six gun will be done
Spread to the suckers of liberty and freedom, given from General Washington to Grant, who?
Yeah, I get it, you be doin’ yo’ thang, Love misses your lamenting rap of mommy’s drool, fool.
No comments, I’m serious, I’ve nothing further to say other than God is chaos’ finale repartee
All that’s left is the War I leave in my wake, a gravitational collapse of the underwater salt silt
Stardust meant for the Singularity’s stretch of a vicious Atom’s holy Eve of destruction today
From down under to the tip top of where I was and will be, I Just Love Skulls I’m #TheKilled!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ Cryptic analysis in audio form and without prejudice, predicated on 20 minutes of uncut Isaac Hayes #DoingYoThing link @ https://youtu.be/G_RhJuh7VWs }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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