IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING, PRICK UP HOMEY EARS
Coming in and out of hypocritical county jail and penitentiary hard Time in Space, above and below
Your crowd of germs in the genome are a virus wanting to take over the bacterial formations in flow
For the sake of mankind's purpose for being alive on Earth, a dynamic cosmic egg of One's creators
Rolling the thunder and flashing the lightening both inside and outside of the dream, #Woke fathers.
Pumped up with the joy juice that cannot rule out raccoons and possum in footprints of desire's ilk
Needing to eat the food that's free of charge, just hanging low with the free fruit and seeds, God milk
No need for thanks or any gratitude at all for assisting The Way for those that follow it, it's bygones
What never was could never be in any best or worse case scenario, not now, not ever, never Homes!
Perfunctory pulls on the leaves rolled in trees, inhaled in a primary and tertiary gasp, it's a grape ape
Kool-aid swallowed with the chocolate-covered cherries and sweet things to decay in a mind's eyes
Up in smoke and down with the Messianic profundities leftover by the Dead & Gone, mouths agape
Bringing it on home to the crazy logic and reason of Plato and Aristotle, I'm not Kant, Sartre sighs!
Substance and the Form of things taking a shape other than just a circulatory sphere of ebb and flow
First Cause moved the thing, the first and only thing that exists, in and of itself, now it is takin' a blow
Inside of the dream, forgetting that the dream's indeed, nothing but a dream yet neither more nor less
Amazing grace and unfortunate disobedience to rules and regulations elicit the final end, a rock-fest.
As babies grow to row their own boat on down the old mill stream, up the lazy rivers to the shadows
Behind the forest trees, in the glens of the blue marble, we all came down to see what couldn't be
That living on Earth could be better than being immortal, being a mortal alive is the best of Blows
It's what you see & all you get, what I am is real and what you are is real, that is all of it, to be free!
In chains or behind bars both bones and mind are the whole shebang, nothing but the whole Truth
So help me God, I have good intentions to break your spirit into shattered shards of an Eye tooth
Yet, the clear and present danger is the open door to the Truth, in sickness and in health, superman
Monkeys and ape related genetic signature, a freedom ring, Being a UFO, an extraterrestrial Sign!
Philosophers made their bones pulling the legs of the sheeple who need to know, what's the story
Starting form an egg in a basket, fertilized inside or outside of the things that create them, history
There was light when the star turned on due to gravitational collapse and expanse, don't doubt it
If you do, it's your life and it's only the Good if you Believe that it is, otherwise, the Good is Evil.
Spelled backwards the word of Live becomes what seems to be it's nemesis or at least it's Essence
Evil's alive, inside and outside of the cells of body forms and every atom of everyman's fake hands
Money is not the root of all Evil but Money is indeed the consequence of Evil, Live Evil lives days
Mountaintops flowing essence melted by the star above us, rollin' to the ocean of wasted Mondays.
Got a crick in my neck, seeing somebody's writing on the wall as we speak, hey mama, is this true?
All this is can be summed up in a walnut shell, gleaned from the dirty ashes, it's what makes it blue
Feeling the loss of the being who accidentally came and went in a whisper, forgotten just because
Reason and logic created to control the beast within, it's still inside us all, We all do what It does!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Freezember (an) Eighth, 2020 Anno Domini
{ Drafted over @MorganWallen #GoneGirl link @ https://youtu.be/Ea2bzRAD54o & @MartinaMcBride #WhereWouldYouBe link @ https://youtu.be/o3AhjFc8AiE}
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