MC FATHERS OF MINE, GREAT-GRANDFATHERS' CLASS-A'S
Who! Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.
Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?
On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.
New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.
Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...
Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!
Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{ Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }
Who! Zygote to corpse, life & death rear godheads above & below a GI's bed of dry, wet dreams
Came for the party and received the shattered love of nobody other than me, myself, my schemes
Nothing comes of this after death, no soul to live on and be rewarded or punished for darker days
You and I were awake in the light and during the darkness we slept and dreamed it's just a phase.
Mercury to Pluto and beyond the microcosm we refer to as our star system, there's infinite grace
Blessing to be alive for a second, a minute, day, week, month, year, decade or century of my face
Lookin' in the mirror and watchin' the mutation of growth from boy to old man, before the creep
Of modus operondi & corpus dilecti, I soul search for a Happy Ending to this apple core, too deep?
On a drift boat goin' downstream to the sea of unknown things and absolutely nothing In and Out
It's not my choice but it is my destiny to move the thing itself, inside of my bones' form to Doubt
About the nature of this and that beast's relationship to Death, food we eat, our inedible corpse
Monsters drifting into the flow to steal the happiness from the cowboys and girls, savin' a horse.
New deal is the same old deal, confiscating property & possessions of all the free ladies & gents
Put into a huge cauldron of donations and burned into the meltdown of Gold for the camel tents
OIl underground of the sand dunes in the moonscape of Earth, it's the life blood of the animation
Burned to animate the thing itself, a myriad of form-shaped Time & Space, mortality's venial sin.
Puffing hard on the joints rolled from the trees and plants of the planet, heights known to few go
Up & away from a grounded foundation of assumptions, extinction-worthy schemes of cats flow
Pretending to bark and growl as a junkyard or champion dog breed should, waiting for a bone
To gnaw and lick as if it's fresh kill leftover from the Big Dog and the nasty beeotch females, so...
Songs, full of notes and words from another plane of communication with the other world's kid
All of the thoughts go in and out as they naturally do and in the End, silence is always what I did
Crying at first for no reason other than the shock of being out of the womb, begging for a scone
Just before the wonder is assuaged by the facts of life, One to One, we are all the One, it is done!
Bears, butterflies, bacteria and the virus that originates the pantheon of Reality, as we all know it
Those things merge with who we believe we are & we create Things, we shall all know It in a bit
As above, so below itself, the same thing embraced as an empty Void of rat leaves and ginsing tea
I am, you'll are & someday DNA forms won't be, no trace of a ghost, no return, dead n' gone, MC!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Freezember XVI, MMXX
{ Drafted to #Creepin' by @EricChurch link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/8OZhw-aQTP8 }
FINIS
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