MY TIME'S UP BUT IT'S 10:10 CHUMP, MY ONE & ONLY ONE'S FAVORITE OVERTIME
I don't have a problem, you have one and it's me, one day at a time & you'll know it all
It'll come to you before you know it, it'll be a moment you'll always remember, ez kid
It's gonna be OK in a few, maybe a minute or two later than ya thought, but it's comin'
All my friends died before me and I made no others, don't need the mate's blind dates.
Princes and the queens move onto the miracles of mirages in the desert, fly by nights
Dressed up in lace and satin, gone crazy in style like the middle of the time line, zero
On and off is all you've got, it turns around in a circle and causes a jerk , middle of Id
A mentally retarded genius who walks alone in the rut of the great Ones who left It.
The food to eat ran out, hungry for something we ate each other and the species set
With the sun that went down for the last time anyone could see or know, paid a debt
Didn't know the pain and suffering or the cost of the trip, home is no place like hades
But there you are in the middle of the hot fire, burnt hair, skin & bone, the soul stays.
Knowing it all means nothing to anyone other than the babies in the cradle, milk, sigh
All that changed from the womb to the darkness is the ending, ya gotta be alive to die
Yet you don't have to exist at all to be conceived in the darkness, good love or lust be
Undercover or over the table, it's matter & form, in time and space, here's to the glee.
Eagles fly I'm certain, shades don't help, aviator or cheap sunglasses, eyes' blinded side
Keepin' out the light of high wave & low frequency, out of mind and out of holy insight
Monkeys and humans, apes & sons of God's gods, Zeus blown to Atlas, down to Adam
And there was Eve just waiting for the labor to come and bear the new man, a Hu-man.
Giving all you've got to the finished products and finding it deficient and empty of Ga
Down & out stayed there in the dregs of society near the river rats & rotten scoundrels
Fires burned and water washed, smoked the trees and ropes, buried under rung bells
Nothing better than this, Joe, nothin' in sight because that's all there is, Nothing, Nada.
Heard all of the words that people said & read all that they wrote down in a booky
Eating lunch all by myself because I'm already gone too, out of a field & rink, spooky
Punks and junkies left to fend for themselves without the benefit of massive welfare
Free food and money without struggling for the keys to being free, a hippy longhair.
Spent all my love makin' Time with the gold of your mamas & papas dreams for what?
Reason hidden while you're alive & either free or indentured, bloody screams of K.Tut
Ancestors or descendants of you & I won't speak up after death, the big mouth's alive
Escape an open wound, infants crawled from a pyramid's musical plethora, hand jive.
Button down your collar and batton down the hatches for we're headed on downtown
Up and around the thoughts made by the phrases and words that'll often kill you & I
Or they may put you over the top of the pinacle of success, 3.14 death still remains, pi
Can't walk or run away from sunset, gotta go for the gusto & blow a whole God down.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Drafted out of my mind loopin' the @Eagles "#FarewellTour in @Melbourne" concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }
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