SHE KNEW AND I KNEW, WE WERE 1 BEER SHORT OF A 12 PAK AGAIN *
Veins movin' the iron poor blood in and out of a fabulous heart, the only one that knows is you
Certainty is a gift from the gods or the God of your grandfathers, big guy in coldwater blue sky
High five left high and dry for a good reason, her daddy taught her the same. I used to fight it
She knew & you know the nature of the beast's deep down in your unsavable soul, that's right!
Poppin' veins until the blood had no place left to go, circulating up and laying it all down, it's life
All you'll ever see with these eyes, all you'll hear with these ears unless your blind, deaf & dumb
In that case you need way more than a keg of beer and a case of Black Jack, a shot & beer'll do
Damn sure I'm never right 'bout anything other than a fact that alive things will one day die too.
Lost nothing tht false pride couldn't cover up like clown make-up on Jesus, an act for the circus
Claiming to be the man from heaven related to Zeus when Zeus is related to nothin' but a fuss
Fixed like a cop's nephew's speeding ticket, the judge had me breakin' out in a cold sweat cuss
Swearin' up and down from Hades to high heaven I'd never violate the code of Hammurabi bus.
Junk in the trunk left over from the lovers and haters of the game of procreating the nonsense
Good, bad, ugly, cool, nasty or whatever the case may be, from the work and the play you get It
It is the end of it all, no more light there and then, can't respond to the stupid questions and chit
Singin' with my girl friends and brothers from other mothers, drinkin' & swingin' for the fence.
Score tied only in a fantasy, in reality there's a winner and a loser, I was always one of those son
Revenge at me for being obtuse and metaphysically abstract to a fault, where I evaporated, man
Cold ones stolen on the way out the door, can't get 'em back even if you're all high and dry sore
All of the dust in the trail is still up in the air, she ran pretty fast, back to liberty's bar room door!
I can't speak for the artist but it's highly likely that creativity gets you nothing from the reaper
A soul fine and hella gone forever from the face of Earth and the solar system's galactic fate
Collapsible, implodable, explodable, able to turn from boulder, planet sized to a pebble, mate
Imagine you're high and dry, no cold ones in sight, Love still ain't on the way back, it's deeper.
Take away the water from the Earth, evaporate it all into empty Space through a Time's chasm
Gone, hydrogen and oxygen, never any spirits to be uplifted any longer by a goddess' catechism
Records made and played made a difference until the Ending, the Finale to be the Ends' cellphone
I ain't sweatin' it bein' hella high, but is that a long neck sweatin' there in your hand, it's all gone.
I'm gonna buy a rack, OK maybe a 1/2 of a rack or a keg or somethin' big that you can solo cup
That way you can keep gettin' drinks for free, just because you know me, it's on the up and up
But in realty there's conception and the deception on the way to the inception of the cold one
Death's so cold, like a clay hard rock, not a move anywhere from nose to the heartbeat, yeah son.
This ain't no joke, it's serious words explaining the facts of life, there's nothing to it, more or less
All of the people who have lived, incarnated, reincarnated and died one or more times, we confess
It's just the opinion of one man, worthless all by itself but in the mosaic of all from leather to dust
This here thing, this dawn and dusk that make your smile so wide, myth busted a love left to rust.
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is copy of painting #TheScream by @EdvardMunch
c. Lundi, January 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to some @Delaney&Bonnie&Friends #OnlyYouKnow & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/IHFWNMFyRBY }
FINIS
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