SYMBIOTIC PLAY FOR KEEPS, GA
Nobody will believe that you’ve gone rogue and have drafted a cyber-psycho team of #Man
Not only are you the original One, you are the only One, just a matter and energy formation
Macrobiological magic and microbiological jingo walkin’ upon the plane, existing in a brat
On being a Neanderthal DNA code presented from cave walls of camel, Adam and Eve scat.
Sutured up the cuts and slashes once the healing is underway, scars and tattoos all disappear
As if there were never a slice of pain, here and now or before this Time in Space, never, ever
Not a chance in the bottom of Hades that exists in the minds of the tragic scared cats of hehl
In or out of the dream territory, asleep in the day or the night, thinkin’ twice then rang a bell.
You and I have no choice, nothing is free including the choices we make, our hands are forced
By the powers that be either random force or directed will of Powers-That-Be, amore It loved
To be or not to be was never any question for the divinity above and below, always To Be One
Never divided and conquered by random circumstance of being an ignorant shrew of the Zen.
Purpose is mine, you’re dreaming about reading the words and comprehending Truth as it is
Logical deductive reason of induction of arguments’ assumptions or #FakeNews’ conclusions
Pertaining to the fascination with the Peace between the Wars, ad infinitum, desire for Sins
Coveting you and I for the things we find and save in our safe place, a Force to a hot kissin’.
Lips open or shut with the eyes wide open or shut tight as a drum, say no evil, live It up alive
Awakened a genie in the bottle, found on the side of the two-way road to perdition’s beehive
I see what you’re trying to do, luring me into your web with these fancy words, sweet tunes
That is the #Hades place down below the core of the earth, in an atom of gut-wasted goons!
In conceptual analysis of Word and flesh, the imaginary creates #FakeNews, it is what it is
That is some power, that knowledge that it is what it is, makes ya wanna cry rivers of tears
Mother and father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousins and friends all agree, I don’t know
Nobody is so high that they can’t get way low down and dirty, like a roach in a rat trap goo.
Always something but usually nothing you can do about it, none of it, any of it, beyond us all
Hope for the steam and heat you get when you’re warm and comfortable in a cocoon squall
New religion of blind faith in the gas you breathe in and out of your lungs, a lapis lazuli soul
Where angels can’t fly, when evil and dead spirits rise from Earth’s dirt bag in a black hole.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. January 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Jammed it out of the #Void, the #Ether, out of nowhere while listenin’ to some #HotLicks of the #Blues ala #RobertCray, #BuddyGuy, #EricClapton & #BBKing on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKRARDgYD0Y }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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