ON BEING A COLD ONE BABY, SWEATIN' THE SMALL STUFF *
Broken boned corpse, draggin' the only spirit you've got through muddy muck, perpetual honey
Killing the words and phrases with bullets, cannonballs, sticks, stones and the hate of the Word
It's a fictional combination of sound, to make you happy, make you laugh when it ain't so funny
It's pitiful but I have no pity on the inept and those incapable of survival of a pink Easter bunny.
First to the final time, breath goes in and out and never stays long, it's gone before you know it
Stand up straight, attention, at ease of the mankind parade of ecstasy & destitution of gash slit
What it is, it's in and out for an insemination of the pride for mother-lode's antimatter animator
Stiffs that die inside, mixed up things ain't inside anymore, mama with love, gonna be a hater?
It is all your fault and you know it, I know it and we don't care one way or another, no do overs
Stepped in some Rando prints that came right before you arrived, no choice, it's predetermined
Miracles or magic movement of the hands, the outlaws & inlaws are a rough crowd, one angel
Deductions from the given, assumed premises yields a foregone conclusion, a dimensional hell.
Mothers of y'all got screwed by their fathers for not telling them all the Truth, the no brainer
They knew and they died before they told the girls the Truth, keep saying it, The Truth, etc etc
Nobody ever told you the Facts, the Facts of Life? Now you tell me you didn't know of Her?
Mother Nature ripped you like a dagger, down the center of your heartland, a gift from Sarah.
Who she was & who she'll always be is the One & only One we all came from, red stop sign
Too far gone to die as the One immortal thing itself presents Mother Earth's refusal to turn
Blood lines back to A First Cause's Big Bang Ghost in an empty bed of stars, Space-Time burn
Time you faced the Truth about False Alarms, last one is sounding now, Co-Exist or #FlatLine.
Holy ghosts and the fear and loathing of the Truth that y'all are hangin' by a thread of spiders
Hooked to breathe the air in and out, can't stop unless forced by something stronger than hers
Her love tries to keep you here & now but a heart's attack shoots back, simple rip, cut a break
No regrets, I used to be where you are, I smashed the last straw, above & below, a GD freak!
by
r j j stephan, i
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Mercredi, Janvier 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:00 midnight, my mama's
mama's birthday in 1906 A.D. @JosepinaLiPumaAlfano #HappyBirthdayNana
-This woman raised me while my mama had 5 more babies after me...
#MotherLine <3
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