HERE & NOW TRIPPIN' AS IF THERE AIN'T A TOMORROW, A PAP SMEAR EVOLVED
Fine, you are here and now but you've been down here on Earth before this relapse
Of reason and logic full of the platitudes of Plato and Aristotle, it's all Greek stance
From the Dead Sea to the sparkling clear Lake Tahoe, we've risen from smear-paps
Bones of tinker toys amusing the gods, in a Void of Emptiness, princess' do dance.
Bums and junkies moving the grounds of being from above and beyond to down low
Below the mothers and fathers feet who raised our hopes to dream the unbelievable
Gone, dead heads who left over the residual rocks that still roll downhill to fill a grave
Of gravity and centrifugal forces, we shall rise from the cosmic menudo, God's knave.
Legend of Adam & lost love of a snake in the garden where Eden's Eve was a small pox
Just a green apple that couldn't be eaten, it was poison, there was a warning on the box
Munching & excreting crumbling shambles of the black hole we're in, oblivious beauty
Freedom to choose to be or not to be but little do you know what I know, it's tuty fruity.
Sweet sweat from the WORK and LABOR of mothers and fathers who lived & laid down
Boogie that can only move the soul from ground to cielo in a clean sweep of the broom
Witch's brew down the hatch and a smoking room full of CBD's & THC's candor of God
It grew flowers out of the star's leftover dirt, ground of being ingested, fly fishin' a Cod.
In a deep well that is an open sink hole that opens up a world within, a hole, a seplecur
Of mice and the men that dug the ruts and holy places, now empty of the matter's balls
Naked apes took over the entire ecosystem, we hunted, fished, ranched & farmed It all
Mother Earth, It & not the He or the She, yet mother It is, a real mother of star's dirt ball.
Shapes & sizes from inner essence to macrobiotic, microscopic, viral bacterium gum
All to inhumane to be the Truth about Matter & Energy, just windblown, atomic scrum
Of mice and men that burrow and build something out of nothing only to return empty
Tank was full but we all play the fool instead, trippin' spent on trivia of humpty dumpty.
Queens little or big, feelin' immortal as atomic fusion of a molecular configuration fizz
Swallowing the unmasticated jewels grown out of mud, blood and beer, I know It, It Is
We're all alone the whole time, slit from Origin's conscious place in divine Outer Space
Somewhere in high heaven a Jack-o-lantern's bleedin' out ID's, papless facebook faces.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER 2nd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Kicked this jam out of my head without prejudice while listenin' to @Prince #NorthSeaJazzFestival link @ https://youtu.be/bCBsbpwSBcQ OK? }
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