ALREADY GONE APES-CHIT, RIDIN' DIRTY ON HEAVEN'S STAR STAIRWAY
Keep trippin with a loaded gun in hand & you're gonna give up the ghost of a lyin' royal blue soul
Like it or not, it's the way it is and how it's always going to be, l like it in a big 'ol, deep black hole
Mesmerized by the vacant looks of expecting mothers of invention smokin' & swallowin' the dope
In the style all babies see when firstborn into a world of swirl, homespun shaken St. Peter's Pope.
Titties and beer for the last time, just like the first time is the last time you'll know it, all of these
Most comin' & going in and out of laced panties all my girlfriends wore before happy hour lastcall
Bums and junkies failing blood alcohol & drug tests & still gettin' masters' and a PhD, so pleeease
A million days I work and a million days I get high and drunker than skunks, likin' all calls to bawl.
Sycophantish followers both inside and outside of my 8 ball box, it's a sarcophagus' rubber ball
Always within, always without me, I come & go, 'til I made a come back in a pack of Pall Mall
1st cigarettes smoked, Lucky Strikes or Camels straight, no filter, rolled up my short ol' sleeve T
Drunk on Pepsi & 7Up carbonation up my nose, 19 & change, touring Viet Nam pain in country.
Rhythm and rhyme puttin' the chops down, in a groove to let you knock yourself out original sin
Like a grand slam breakfast or home run, either way it goes all the way from there & back again
Drums beatin' the alpha & omega to begin and end with, since it's only a sandman's dreamscape
Awake & woke, done for like a steak well done, back in an invisible groovin' out of Ur to Harlem.
In the DNA of Uncle Sam and the children of his wife who gave me a copy of Hesse's Glass Beads
Put the entire origin of the known universe into my particular perspective, a lad's jumped creeds
Not so professional, self proclaimed wise man of letters, PhD in Metaphysical embrace of me/One
What It is, stay up late all along the watch tower of Jojo's Earth asphalt, bitchin' plan, All's done!
On a motorcycle, layin' down the vibes from two rubber tires and a hundred pounds of metal sin
Formed out of a million things, shining in the sun, starting up now, ridin' into a sunset soso soon
I didn't want to leave but somebody had to & I didn't want to impose on anyone else, so be doom
Pork, beef, fowl, honeybee sweet as honey, life on Earth eating one another to stay alive in skin.
Nobody wants to remain in deterioration state for eternity, it's mercy killing or die while dreamin'
Of the sheep and the fools who rule the conscious awareness with the moral imperative of milkin'
Cows, goats and the women keepin' the dream alive, the species recombination of genes in glee
Enjoying 10 orgasmic shudders in error, a necessary condition, purple Eagle is once again, free!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:25 AMPST
{ Drafted while @ChristopherCross FORCE-FED #RideLikeTheWind down my throat, link @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Keep trippin with a loaded gun in hand & you're gonna give up the ghost of a lyin' royal blue soul
Like it or not, it's the way it is and how it's always going to be, l like it in a big 'ol, deep black hole
Mesmerized by the vacant looks of expecting mothers of invention smokin' & swallowin' the dope
In the style all babies see when firstborn into a world of swirl, homespun shaken St. Peter's Pope.
Titties and beer for the last time, just like the first time is the last time you'll know it, all of these
Most comin' & going in and out of laced panties all my girlfriends wore before happy hour lastcall
Bums and junkies failing blood alcohol & drug tests & still gettin' masters' and a PhD, so pleeease
A million days I work and a million days I get high and drunker than skunks, likin' all calls to bawl.
Sycophantish followers both inside and outside of my 8 ball box, it's a sarcophagus' rubber ball
Always within, always without me, I come & go, 'til I made a come back in a pack of Pall Mall
1st cigarettes smoked, Lucky Strikes or Camels straight, no filter, rolled up my short ol' sleeve T
Drunk on Pepsi & 7Up carbonation up my nose, 19 & change, touring Viet Nam pain in country.
Rhythm and rhyme puttin' the chops down, in a groove to let you knock yourself out original sin
Like a grand slam breakfast or home run, either way it goes all the way from there & back again
Drums beatin' the alpha & omega to begin and end with, since it's only a sandman's dreamscape
Awake & woke, done for like a steak well done, back in an invisible groovin' out of Ur to Harlem.
In the DNA of Uncle Sam and the children of his wife who gave me a copy of Hesse's Glass Beads
Put the entire origin of the known universe into my particular perspective, a lad's jumped creeds
Not so professional, self proclaimed wise man of letters, PhD in Metaphysical embrace of me/One
What It is, stay up late all along the watch tower of Jojo's Earth asphalt, bitchin' plan, All's done!
On a motorcycle, layin' down the vibes from two rubber tires and a hundred pounds of metal sin
Formed out of a million things, shining in the sun, starting up now, ridin' into a sunset soso soon
I didn't want to leave but somebody had to & I didn't want to impose on anyone else, so be doom
Pork, beef, fowl, honeybee sweet as honey, life on Earth eating one another to stay alive in skin.
Nobody wants to remain in deterioration state for eternity, it's mercy killing or die while dreamin'
Of the sheep and the fools who rule the conscious awareness with the moral imperative of milkin'
Cows, goats and the women keepin' the dream alive, the species recombination of genes in glee
Enjoying 10 orgasmic shudders in error, a necessary condition, purple Eagle is once again, free!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:25 AMPST
{ Drafted while @ChristopherCross FORCE-FED #RideLikeTheWind down my throat, link @ https://youtu.be/ur8ftRFb2Ac }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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