Green houses and brick houses used to keep the big, bad wolf out of the woods in the money
Where nobody worries in the glen or down in the valley, that is the happy hunting ground sea
All of the skin and bones are picked and consumed without the hot fire, crimson blood of Red
Nothing to coagulate the platelets and corpuscles that carry the living far from the Live dead.
Mercury to the Pluto and beyond, planetary miscalculations brought us this Divine Wisdom
Function of the calculus is an act of War to the random chaos that rules the theoretical Dome
Under the atmosphere in the light or in the dark, aerobic respiration of DNA thrives at home
Outerspace and deep within the Earth's core at the center of Nothing, all is clear, it's all Rome.
Priests of the glass beads gaming on the descendants of Eve's misstep off of the cliff's bitter end
Angels and demons disappear when the brain dies and the conscious mind dies, you will be dead
As it was in the beginning it will also be in the end, follow the logic and reason, my son, it's One
Fishin' in rivers and lakes, tryin' to find the voices she sang to me with, she was just here, oh son.
Pickin' your brain that the good lord allowed from your random DNA recombination, song sing
It has nothing to do with your thinking or your drinking the cactus squeeze of @Patron tequila
Mothers and sisters wouldn't allow the mess but I never had either one, orphaned godson sibling
Alone yet all together, no need and no desire left over from the adolescence of you, no me, Ha!
Median strips function as the empty TV sets, lights are out, electricity isn't flowing true, I do lie
About whatever it takes to appear correct all the time, never wrong about anything 'til we all die
It's never soft and it's always hard, drinkin' shots to loosen the lips that sink the ships, good times
Had it goin' on in my mind, between the ears, I hallucinated you meetin' mama, sister & rhymes.
Silver lining of the phrases, sentences, paragraphs, dissertations, novels, tall tales, drunken lovers
Never any reason to remain silent when you can constantly remind the amnesiacs to be what flies
Winged and not Earthbound to the dirty asteroid's revolution, bleeding the hydrogen in the rivers
So you can breathe in the fun and laughs out of a purple haze, YOUR place or mine's just 5 high!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, January the 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
W.W.A.R.D.?
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