SKIP A ROPE, RED STONE WISDOM, FIRE MOUNTAIN'S DOUBLE DUTCH
You won't see anything or anyone coming since you've been blinded by the sky's lights
From inside the core of your planet or the core of Mars, the god of War, meaning fights
It's not for me to think or say but I'm thinkin' I'm sayin' it anyways, there is no creator
This old rock and roll cosmos has always been here and there, you will roll to the shores.
What can you say to the homeboys and girls who used to look right through your two faces
Between your ears is where this whole world happens but without you & your skull's races
Skin colored in One's darkness where everything's a different shade of black, wild card of Her
Cold and stiff like the wasted bones of your mother and father who had no sister or brother.
Sounds of Jack's liquid kryptonite down in my throat and I always thought I was the GOAT E
A black label put a bomb of TNT for me in the middle of the night for the love of the mighty
Moe or Curly or even old goofy Larry, all of the stooges are present for the now & the then
Always in every way down with the fools who are sorry for being alive, lucky they got herein.
Ripped by daggers and rounds of M-16s, lost my hands on the 4th of July, two or t'ree M-80's
Dreams were over in 'bout 4 seconds, no hands left to make anything work, I point bone wrist
Foolish funk brothers of the Superior Roaches playin' the Four Corners and Kick the Can of tin
Catholics busy with days and nights, celebrate the past, enter the unknown future, eyes open.
Punks around my house in the alleys all around the square blocks of cement, plastic & wood
Back & forth to school, to play, to work, just living day to day for the nights & weekend, I hurt
Drunk or high, teetotaler & wine drinkin' priest of J.C. the living deadman, saved in the hood
Allowing the being to move away from my presence, four wheel drove up the mountain dirt.
Plans change because the variables vary from being possible to impossible, at least all F'd up
In every case, even without me to observe consequences, life will end, preacher's pass a cup
It's all goin' down right in front of your open face sandwich, hunger and thirst fired up a tool
Hammered Jack down 'tween Life & Death, a wasteland happened, country music Jesus' fool!
Philosopher's stone in the cowboy's holster down under his six gun, don't turn around quick
It's nothing personal but there's a flinchin' goin' on 'cause, it's the Way It Goes, One rock dick
Everything is either Pain and Suffering or Pleasure, it's your call, a matter of mind over hoods
All of them, from rocks that collided with the stones to the Bible's belt, cuttin' off the bloods.
Breathless & rigor mortis on my mind, a buzzin' in my mind's eye, in my corpus callesum's hex
Fried the eggs, all unborn yet conceived consciousness in a mass of DNA, viral CoVid19 infects
Over easy or scrambled in the plate or on my mind, where causes bite variable, loaded effects
Chewed up & swallowed & digested untie the fool's gold shines in the creep's atmospheric sex.
Almighty commands from ancient, ignorant inhabitants of caves underground, blind peepers
Wearing suits, ties, uniforms, bluejeans, T-shirts, hoodies, NIKE's, KED's or CON's, Word's Ball
Jump high, run fast, play games with balls, bats, hoops & low nets, high goals, dream creepers
Which numskull could've thought, First Cause, Origin of Things never happened, 'X', that's all?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:15 hours
{ #ReadyToRock #ReadyToRollPhilosopherStones ...drafted while listenin' to #Devadip @CarlosSANTANA #GreatestHitsCollection link @ https://youtu.be/mQCqwZcTUvQ?t=2 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
You won't see anything or anyone coming since you've been blinded by the sky's lights
From inside the core of your planet or the core of Mars, the god of War, meaning fights
It's not for me to think or say but I'm thinkin' I'm sayin' it anyways, there is no creator
This old rock and roll cosmos has always been here and there, you will roll to the shores.
What can you say to the homeboys and girls who used to look right through your two faces
Between your ears is where this whole world happens but without you & your skull's races
Skin colored in One's darkness where everything's a different shade of black, wild card of Her
Cold and stiff like the wasted bones of your mother and father who had no sister or brother.
Sounds of Jack's liquid kryptonite down in my throat and I always thought I was the GOAT E
A black label put a bomb of TNT for me in the middle of the night for the love of the mighty
Moe or Curly or even old goofy Larry, all of the stooges are present for the now & the then
Always in every way down with the fools who are sorry for being alive, lucky they got herein.
Ripped by daggers and rounds of M-16s, lost my hands on the 4th of July, two or t'ree M-80's
Dreams were over in 'bout 4 seconds, no hands left to make anything work, I point bone wrist
Foolish funk brothers of the Superior Roaches playin' the Four Corners and Kick the Can of tin
Catholics busy with days and nights, celebrate the past, enter the unknown future, eyes open.
Punks around my house in the alleys all around the square blocks of cement, plastic & wood
Back & forth to school, to play, to work, just living day to day for the nights & weekend, I hurt
Drunk or high, teetotaler & wine drinkin' priest of J.C. the living deadman, saved in the hood
Allowing the being to move away from my presence, four wheel drove up the mountain dirt.
Plans change because the variables vary from being possible to impossible, at least all F'd up
In every case, even without me to observe consequences, life will end, preacher's pass a cup
It's all goin' down right in front of your open face sandwich, hunger and thirst fired up a tool
Hammered Jack down 'tween Life & Death, a wasteland happened, country music Jesus' fool!
Philosopher's stone in the cowboy's holster down under his six gun, don't turn around quick
It's nothing personal but there's a flinchin' goin' on 'cause, it's the Way It Goes, One rock dick
Everything is either Pain and Suffering or Pleasure, it's your call, a matter of mind over hoods
All of them, from rocks that collided with the stones to the Bible's belt, cuttin' off the bloods.
Breathless & rigor mortis on my mind, a buzzin' in my mind's eye, in my corpus callesum's hex
Fried the eggs, all unborn yet conceived consciousness in a mass of DNA, viral CoVid19 infects
Over easy or scrambled in the plate or on my mind, where causes bite variable, loaded effects
Chewed up & swallowed & digested untie the fool's gold shines in the creep's atmospheric sex.
Almighty commands from ancient, ignorant inhabitants of caves underground, blind peepers
Wearing suits, ties, uniforms, bluejeans, T-shirts, hoodies, NIKE's, KED's or CON's, Word's Ball
Jump high, run fast, play games with balls, bats, hoops & low nets, high goals, dream creepers
Which numskull could've thought, First Cause, Origin of Things never happened, 'X', that's all?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:15 hours
{ #ReadyToRock #ReadyToRollPhilosopherStones ...drafted while listenin' to #Devadip @CarlosSANTANA #GreatestHitsCollection link @ https://youtu.be/mQCqwZcTUvQ?t=2 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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