NOT CORONA, FACTOID PABLUM *
It’s a matter of time before each one of us goes from young to old, we’re rockin’ lucky goners
Bottom line to troll is the facts of life your daddy never told you, because he didn’t even know
Nobody told him either but one thing for certain, he became a man and made me at One too
Action and example of how to be good, bad and ugly were all around me, pop got me through.
From the baptism to the confirmation after the confession and the ensuing communion to be
Or was it not to be, one or the other, a binary choice with a supreme being who ain’t even free
No place to live behind the devil’s smile which is a stretch from sea to sea, recognize the show
It’s a movie, it’s a talkie, scag on the street and the inner city blues throw up on the corner ho.
Alright to begin at the place in space where the astronauts began, open wide for the Truth
I’m a miraculous temptation for the snake in the grass and daydreamin’ a dream forsooth
While the terror fills the plethora with the empty clouds, no rain, no snow, pure oxygen
For the breathing and metabolization into the function of the cerebral cortex, full of Zen.
Complete in the actual, advance vacuum of the dot, the matrix of dots, sky of heavenly dots
A scientifically extrapolated assumption for dots in heaven, somnambolistic elixir for #bots
It has to be this way, astronauts know a Reality terrestrial bound citizens can hardly fathom
To be God’s breath, that’s All there is that exists, close to us, after the moon, Space, she Ends!
After an age of reason around seven years old, we see the ends as clear as yesterday, blow pot
Images and auditory signals all in a mode of going dark, it’s comin’ for living and their dead
Light and Dark, it’s all the positive positrons and the negative electrons, blown neutron head
All there has ever been is all there will ever be, what’s here and now, I’m present, you are Not.
Paid mortgage and a saved life to become as old as a century, stolen viles of your mom’s eggs
Spent on the scramble of humanity, a leak from the gene pool into the scrum of the Irish jigs
We all breathe and we all bleed, it is the way of this mode of reality, even gods die after Life
Nothing is forever and nothing is everywhere in and out of sight, dissolve like salt, no strife.
by
r j j stephan, i * Header caricature is of Redd Foxx's n Demond Wilson SanfordAndSon.
c. 12 aprile 2020 Anno Domini, Le tre del mattino *3:00 AM” Tre in punto Ante Meridien (AM)
{ Jammed while listenin’ to Jimmy Church Radio “#INTERFERENCE” on NewsRadio KFBK Coast to Coast AM & bumper music of Bob.Dylan on youTube link of #ThingsHaveChanged link @ https://youtu.be/DLB5_79WI4g }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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