CHAKRA-CHARADES GAME TIME'S COME, SPACE IS NIGH
So you and I are on the same page, above & below your self, hot behind or ahead mode
In the facts of life you're a perfect mark for someone who loves to be a @Patsy, a toad
Doin' everything possible to please but not, stubbing your toe to freeze heaven's EZ riff
Of mice and men who crawl, burrow and in the end perish of Time in Space, One's gift!
Monks are silent, priests become pacified and violent depending on the pain in a big toe
A smack, a tortured bleeder of the maximum and minimum of the gods, divinity's autotroph
Bums and junk injectors due to the nature of the zoo beasts out and about, amongst us all
We are them in a NYC minute, you ain't dirty you just have no home, no shower for the Ball.
Monks and monkeys all one and the same, praying for rice and water to survive the holocaust
Of being alive on Earth during the wobbling revolution & orbit around some star up in flames
Magazines and books hold the Word, a multiplicity of split infinitives from the mind of a Boss
In charge of you, yours and mine but not me, I resist ocean absorption, let them eat sea moss.
Inside of you, outside of you, you are not there! Lost in Space or out of the cosmic mind soup
DNA hodge-podge of intent or accident, unidentified walking subject, an UWS foil for the UFO
Minced meat is the dead animal flesh with seasons from the smell-good spice concoction loop
It's down feathers and grounded up pelican beaks for the magic man, air's Force I can't stop.
Inside of the fire pit, the descending into the deep hole causes the unconscious to flowertop
Mothers and absentee fathers who were broken by the AFDC clamp in my duodenum's flop
Nothing more and nothing even less than zero remains to be seen, no herd of schooling fish
To net or hook on the triple trouble points of a triad, good, bad and ugly, apes baited a wish.
Whether you have lived a good or a bad life from your first to your last gasp, you'll benefit
Most souls can NEVER be born on Earth, you and I found fortune in the accidental bull spitt
Gold from the leftover lead from burned out Chevrolets and Fords, here & now my badness
Behavior from labor pain, constant reminder of One banged big toe in a T-bone of sadness.
by
r j j stephan, i *oHBoyiTSoNmAN
c. Samedhi, June 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST #ButWhy?
{ NEVER to be more than One, drafted listenin' to 8' & 8" of 7 CHAKRAS HEALING, AURA REBOOT BALANCE ALIGNMENT on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4dNTyI14f2E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
So you and I are on the same page, above & below your self, hot behind or ahead mode
In the facts of life you're a perfect mark for someone who loves to be a @Patsy, a toad
Doin' everything possible to please but not, stubbing your toe to freeze heaven's EZ riff
Of mice and men who crawl, burrow and in the end perish of Time in Space, One's gift!
Monks are silent, priests become pacified and violent depending on the pain in a big toe
A smack, a tortured bleeder of the maximum and minimum of the gods, divinity's autotroph
Bums and junk injectors due to the nature of the zoo beasts out and about, amongst us all
We are them in a NYC minute, you ain't dirty you just have no home, no shower for the Ball.
Monks and monkeys all one and the same, praying for rice and water to survive the holocaust
Of being alive on Earth during the wobbling revolution & orbit around some star up in flames
Magazines and books hold the Word, a multiplicity of split infinitives from the mind of a Boss
In charge of you, yours and mine but not me, I resist ocean absorption, let them eat sea moss.
Inside of you, outside of you, you are not there! Lost in Space or out of the cosmic mind soup
DNA hodge-podge of intent or accident, unidentified walking subject, an UWS foil for the UFO
Minced meat is the dead animal flesh with seasons from the smell-good spice concoction loop
It's down feathers and grounded up pelican beaks for the magic man, air's Force I can't stop.
Inside of the fire pit, the descending into the deep hole causes the unconscious to flowertop
Mothers and absentee fathers who were broken by the AFDC clamp in my duodenum's flop
Nothing more and nothing even less than zero remains to be seen, no herd of schooling fish
To net or hook on the triple trouble points of a triad, good, bad and ugly, apes baited a wish.
Whether you have lived a good or a bad life from your first to your last gasp, you'll benefit
Most souls can NEVER be born on Earth, you and I found fortune in the accidental bull spitt
Gold from the leftover lead from burned out Chevrolets and Fords, here & now my badness
Behavior from labor pain, constant reminder of One banged big toe in a T-bone of sadness.
by
r j j stephan, i *oHBoyiTSoNmAN
c. Samedhi, June 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST #ButWhy?
{ NEVER to be more than One, drafted listenin' to 8' & 8" of 7 CHAKRAS HEALING, AURA REBOOT BALANCE ALIGNMENT on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4dNTyI14f2E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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