SUPERNATURAL SYNCOPIC SYNCOPATION ON A COMMON GROUND
Why you stepped directly into my groove is a mystery unrevealed, ain't no clue how to roll
Oceans under the moon and stars, this is where we are, where will you go around the bend
A date that will live in your memory bank of infamy, a place in space you found, say the end
Apart and then coalesce back into the One unit of the vacuum's presence, holy black hole.
In Phildelphia or in Chicago, suburbs find their way on the edge of reality, blood, sweat, tears
In the babies and mothers of the fathers' dreams while asleep in the dark caves, a mind's ears
Heard as a buzz or a screech, day after day, twenty four hours & seven days every 52 weeks
Cheers from the bars and stadiums where the collection of germs accomodate the ass cheeks.
Budweiser and flower buds from the mutated flowers from the garden of Eden, apples in bloom
Fire and smoke within and without the need to bleed, dead bodies come from living ones' gloom
Seeing the blind and hearng the deaf and dumb, it's a taste of grounds of being, it is what it is
Common ground songs sung for the minions to abide by the Time in outerspace, river bed fizz.
Stumped but not dead yet, still movin' around in the tight spots I never saw comin' toward me
Syncopation now in place, nothing to worry about now with all of the ducks in a row, by the by
Before my eyes, it all changed what it was into what it is and always will be, cute dead star dirt
This world is my own, it's yours until I'm dead and gone, I'm takin' it all with me baby, it will hurt!
You'll make it farther than you'd thought, remain #WOKE when you finish bleeding God's dams
Altar boy serving up the bloods for red wine & body bread spread, to fire & smoke the #SAMs
Journey up and down the atmosphere's revolution, with or without the power, it's all over, past
With or without you the matter is identical, mystery of blown Space, connundrum, goin' so fast.
In or out of this service of many for the few, the minions do the jobs or the king and queen Id's
Final history has been written for the future to become what it always does, the history of Past
Rivers were wide, I could have died but I survived...river is still flowin' cold and black, I'm a One
Guys & gals look around, see what I'm sayin', what I'm talkin' about, stand on common ground!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER, IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 PMPST
{ *Kicked out listenin' to #CommonGround by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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