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HERD TAMED, ONE PHILOSOPHER STONE CONSUMED BY GODS
A woman, a skull in hand & the thunder of drums slammin' the hammer down with a thunderclap
Nothing survives being infinite smithereens of atomic waste, minds-eye a basket-case in the hood
Minions eating minced meat & drinking the @Kool-Ade in the plastic, baby bottles, backhand slap
All the way down past the ground of being, buried deep in the ground in a box, not natural food.
Old enough to know better after the facts present themselves but not smart enough to be chillin'
Say nothing and be unseen, overlooked by the good, the bad and the ugly, singing hero & villain
Words talkin' about things and what they do, calling them out with sounds of what they look like
Or act just like you & I do, brothers and sisters from other mothers and same or different fathers.
In and out of the intercourse, the struggle occurs before & after the Thing you do, New York sigh
There is a conclusion to the deductions and inductions, all will be reduced to the absurd dilecti
Knowledge's power and wisdom's insight bring you to the same place as an idiot and moron, God
Unknown, no other word for Other things other than me, "Me, Me, Me!" I filet divine fish, cod!
Jump and dig deep down into the rock and stone ground, a fall into the rabbit hole will suck you
Down to the bottom where you float to a stop, unconscious from the trauma pending the doom
Alone, no friends, foes or family, nothing but what you've gleaned from the trip of dirty sky peeps
Monkeys aping thing, a thing in itself, sleepy but the confused need clarity, old God's dam seeps.
This is a hold up, get your hands high in the air so I can see them or I'll release ye 'ol thunderclap
Fortune & it's accidents are unpredictable therefore, you use the Will to manifest, it's a fur wrap
Everything's not only possible but also probable that it'll occur, shots of JD & kegs of ice cold beer
Nothing's left over in the end once the atoms are destroyed, no gas in heaven, no men over here.
I've gone to confession and communion, had the blessing of marriage, no holier farmer in the dell
Nothing outside of our inner thoughts except the notions of appearance and sounds in the Sting
Beating like my heartbeat in my rib cage, protected from crucial crushing of Life in heaven & hehl
Polkas' & concertos' philosophy of religion, mixed up noise of the spheres, OM rings a bell, DING!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, April 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:01 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @TowerOfPower @DonCornelius #BestOfSoulTrain (1971-1979) Vol.6 on youTube's #HipTrip on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UWHq3zOX59Q }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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