OL' GOD'S DAMS IN THE HANDS
by
r j j stephan, i
{ #STFU FCrybabies!}
Peculiar as anything that is a conundrum of epic proportions, common ground is uneven too
Fine tooth comb used to scrape the hair tonic across the scalp to lay the nap and curls down
Introduction to the mesmerized by magic and the absolute continuity of the drones of druids
People left here and now before the end has occurred to the 208 bones we tuned to move It.
What it is and why it is so are not inconceivable, you didn't have to be alive at the Thing's genesis
Yet you must take a wild, leap of unprovable, blind faith and believe that the Truth is, I fake peace
I was at war with the world the day my mother's egg was fertilized with passion and love of girls
Here and now, I've metabolized the genesis of my world's unconscious consciousness of turtles.
In gold there's a god and in the bottom line there's a level devil drawing the ends and the means
For your mother and father before you and your sons and daughters after you have come to sing
It is what it's always been since day 1 up to and including day 7, resting on a comma for beans
Muck and mire stirred up like the origin of a tornado, dirty water and hard rocks for the Rising!
In the end, there's no shame in beginning again, ad infinitum as it should be, it will be . . .
You and I are just too good to be true, we could not have been responsible for the creation Id
Made without logic and reason for the method to be able to repeat, educated guess I can see
It appears to be the moment prior to falling asleep in bed, not even an iota of control the Kid.
On a roll when you be rolling and knowing that the trip's nearly finished and you're gonna be woke
Your body will lie in state in front of the friends and families opportunity to carouse and lie in a joke
Snakes in the grass or lost on the sidewalk or the karma that sticks to your ephemeral ape-soul of It
What It is, deep inside you'll know what I mean, exactly, workin' it and pretending it ain't some chit.
Mini-Me and the scary monster from my inner basket of deplorables all fall down, ringin' of Rosie
Leaves fallen, the chill of the macrocosmic will to power of the people, red, brown, black & white
Reverse discriminatory fixes and be the cause of Everything on Earth but not in Heaven's box kite
Deep State is watching and listening without any body to see or perceive at all. Donuts & coffee.
I will to the Power I have to cause the things to happen the way of my intent, direction to the ole bulls
Eyes of the male bovine really says it all, look at you to kick it up a notch, to keep makin' numb skulls
Crack and split apart as the united resist and revert to the fatal attraction to the starlit heat of narcissists
An incompetent man and innocent, well meaning congressman or celebrity say they're tight marxists.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, #Blovember 10th, 2020 A.D.
{ Drafted while jammin' to the HITS OF @WarTheBand link @ https://youtu.be/nEDB62oKv2M }
finis
alpha
W.W.A.R.D.?
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