IT COMES & IT GOES
On or off the bridge o'er the American River Fork, men & women jumped
They were driven by the mental disruption of thinking in paradise's ending
Divorced from humanity and divinity, nothing matters & if it did, welcome
Nothing's an absence of everything we sense, ending the beginning for us.
Logrhythms and deep dives down to the core of the source of living anima
Requires something more than a diploma or pHd degree, unlimited blahs
How you get through it when you're deficient in leaden gold, oro cash cow
That is the million dollar question for first to the last man standing down.
Provisions for the amateur & though inexperienced, only a game's cosign
Given through written and oral cultural tradition, only the strong survivin'
Weakness will either kill you or show up when your enemy is stronger too
Bottom line, the trick is to fool the idiots & morons prior to what they do.
Chokin' the chicken or the raven makes it easier than just appearing a joke
Funny & at the same time as sad as it gets, mothers die, dads too, kin folk
Modern men and the ones they come from on Day One, live & let live it up
Inspired by grooves that run in a circular LP orbit, a good-god China cup.
I recollect my birth and I suspect my death may be less eventful, True Dat
As if we all have any free will at all, we're held accountable to random dust
I see nothing clearly and assume that identical views are held by the others
Children born by rape & pillaged villages now rule the world, full of scat!
Evolved and still will become extinct as all species have done, check the dirt
Buried under tons of green thumbs and blue blood that enculturated the gods
I'm full of formaldehyde or at least some Gatorade, can't stink up high heaven
For the sake of men & their naked love snaps of orgasmic gism, roll a seven!
Traditional to be or not to be, that's the only way it can be, nothing else faxes
Just a thought in a string of conjectures concerning my Life, Death & Taxes
Morphing from 208 bones into a slug's reproduced slither and slime, I rhyme
Laughing out loud with ravens, crows & their flock, psycho plum, Red Rum!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 5th, 2021 A.D. @ 06:66 AMPST
{ Drafted in #Utero! Hello there! ...while listenin' to https://youtu.be/Ai7TjHuZ8Uk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
On or off the bridge o'er the American River Fork, men & women jumped
They were driven by the mental disruption of thinking in paradise's ending
Divorced from humanity and divinity, nothing matters & if it did, welcome
Nothing's an absence of everything we sense, ending the beginning for us.
Logrhythms and deep dives down to the core of the source of living anima
Requires something more than a diploma or pHd degree, unlimited blahs
How you get through it when you're deficient in leaden gold, oro cash cow
That is the million dollar question for first to the last man standing down.
Provisions for the amateur & though inexperienced, only a game's cosign
Given through written and oral cultural tradition, only the strong survivin'
Weakness will either kill you or show up when your enemy is stronger too
Bottom line, the trick is to fool the idiots & morons prior to what they do.
Chokin' the chicken or the raven makes it easier than just appearing a joke
Funny & at the same time as sad as it gets, mothers die, dads too, kin folk
Modern men and the ones they come from on Day One, live & let live it up
Inspired by grooves that run in a circular LP orbit, a good-god China cup.
I recollect my birth and I suspect my death may be less eventful, True Dat
As if we all have any free will at all, we're held accountable to random dust
I see nothing clearly and assume that identical views are held by the others
Children born by rape & pillaged villages now rule the world, full of scat!
Evolved and still will become extinct as all species have done, check the dirt
Buried under tons of green thumbs and blue blood that enculturated the gods
I'm full of formaldehyde or at least some Gatorade, can't stink up high heaven
For the sake of men & their naked love snaps of orgasmic gism, roll a seven!
Traditional to be or not to be, that's the only way it can be, nothing else faxes
Just a thought in a string of conjectures concerning my Life, Death & Taxes
Morphing from 208 bones into a slug's reproduced slither and slime, I rhyme
Laughing out loud with ravens, crows & their flock, psycho plum, Red Rum!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 5th, 2021 A.D. @ 06:66 AMPST
{ Drafted in #Utero! Hello there! ...while listenin' to https://youtu.be/Ai7TjHuZ8Uk }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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