ON A SWEET ONE'S CRIMSON ASS, TOOTHLESS GRIN
Blown wind coming into and escaping from the holy reed, blocked and flowing breath
To breed and breathe until the species' enters extinction mode, broken in two, death
All that's left in the heart and soul of mothers and fathers living and dead, blood Void
Monkeys, bad dogs, aloof cats & skinny snakes becoming all too humane, like a fraud.
Riding, walking, flying in circles, up & down while fathers of mothers go in, peace out
Grim and without a future in sight, the Present grinds away at the peace pipe in doubt
My love of the biblical beginning when there's Nothing at all in the Universe, it's legend
Minds are dysfunctional and you're going to be the arbitor of sanity, need a girl scout.
For the measles and the other infections you get over, it's the signal that you're a moron
Believing in the blind faith you've been conceived with and the conceptual analysis fun
Give me a mile and I will take a millimeter you'll never notice was long gone, I am azure
Perfection and the inferior merge into One, you get this here & that there, Love? Sure.
Eight miles high and six feet underneath the thing that's spinnin' in circles, 98.6 degrees
Independent of the crust and liquid solar spillage, invisible consciousness wants squeeze
Color or black and white, the total eclipse of every burning molecular configuration fuzz
Absolutely nothing left, I mean an entire shebang disappeared into fake teats' bad buzz.
More money and more gold gets you nothing but the loss of your mind, babble like God
Many and the One annhilated the galaxies and now there's an empty, wound my blood
Utter denial of the Truth when you're locked into the End, two hearts in a bride's groom
Quietude of reds & the blues of blood coming out of nowhere, womb of daddy's tomb.
I have no idea why the chicken sqwauks or why the movie stars don't really shine light
But what I do know is that I don't know anything, nothing is certain, uncertainty is lies
We all know what the end means, it's the soul's awareness of the divine bunje ripcord
Pulling & letting it loose, stretching outer limit, y'all monkeys, what a miserable horde.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ #Moved and #Unmoved, #AtOne in the middle of chaos' connundra & jammin' to @HallsAndOates #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue @ https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }
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