SHE AIN'T EVER COMIN' BACK SOON, TMWFI
by
r j j stephan, i
Samedi, 11-14-2020 AnnoDomini
---SmallBigsAndMyOldFerrelPigs----
Better views have been had when you sip around the Truth as we know it, the One's an absentee
Younger days brought me front and center to the moment, right here, right now, let's get it all on
Today's the day after yesterday when it was not as clear to the eyes of a Human, Man's what I am
Better views behind or above me but never down below the grounded being, Earth dirty & dicey.
Pumpkins above the ground and the beets down below the ground, filth of the best love of gods
Brought to you by the nature of the beast, herds of kids, nests of the empty-minded crypts of blood
Whiskey and the brown water that changes your mind, loosens the grip on the pain's holding grip
A sacrificial lamb and calf for what reason exactly? Offering of death? WT F were they thinkin'?
Simmer down with your masses of the blood and cannibalistic celebrations, 365, 24 & seven
Immaculate conception gets you the haters out of their greasy-spoon kitchens where we been
Makin' it from the innocent infancy to the death bed or surprise accidental demise of 208 bones
There's one thing left other than those 208 frame parts, soul, spirit, mindfulness of angel moans.
Got knocked down to the planet for a punishment for being the Best of the Best, jealousy not me
I am not the lost in Space and Time, you may or may not be, it's your will, it's your choice to Be
Duality and multiplicity is for the Buddha and the buds smoked for the presence return it back
To a good man and good woman, eat a good meal and smoke a nice blunt with shots of cognac.
Hearts and souls lost and won because they were found on the road, nearly dead, yet all happy
Why be happy when it's all you have when you have nothing material, shapes' of a form, OM
Essence of the thing itself has absconded with the pretzel logic and deductions of the Many
O Ye punks and sons of mothers who punched or neglected your naturally ended sea-foam.
We the uneaten, undead people who see the Truth or at least know deep down inside, it's a scam
I mean the Many, a One and the same thing, puzzle pieces shown a whole picture, bled the blood
Initiate introduction to the mystery's inception and logical induction, assumptions's cattle prod
Pain and suffering, tingling ecstatic chills and pleasure to disguise the Reality of a God's damn.
Now back to the point before my overhang transforms into the hungover, it'll be soon enough
Never need to worry about the man's rejection of the Spirits and fermented grain, shots' tough
Perfect in whiskey nothingness of the Void, sensational fifth or sixth perceptions of Adam's Eve
Disabled flashback of divinity, sippin' 'round a mind of Fake Big Bangs, mama's Tree, pa's Steve.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 14th, 2020 Anno Domini
{ Jammed to #WhiskeyGlasses @MorganWallen https://youtu.be/GvPTenaI5Fo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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