SCHISM OF TIME FROM THE CHROMATIC, AUTOPILOT SPACE TWIXT EARS
Strange to come from the cosmic dust and become animated free & independent will for a spell
Witch Hazel and my grandmother's hand moved the needle of my philosophy, existential nihilist
As above, so below & that's the way I see it through these rose colored glasses, my only dilemma
Things are nothing, all forms of everything from atoms, electrons, extinct & living plants & anima.
For a brief moment in the progression of the Past into the Future, via the Present, I see the Truth
It's invisible and cannot be transmitted like the diseases of the ecosystem, all genomes for soothe
Hey, if it bleeds, it leads, everybody finds that out before the age of reason, bad boys got a code
Good girls had nothing to do with it other than being the mothers who bore the weight, the load.
You and I can understand, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, it's brighter out yonder
Far, far away from the dark side of the Earth, where the starlight shines through the illusory fear
I'm fond of being here & now, never wanna leave, gone south, east or west, sweet Alabama skin
Homer & a 7th son, all sweet home Alabama or California if it's #Tails, wheels' gold, keep turnin'.
Monkeys shinin' in cages, can't get over the zoo life of being free to move nowhere on Earth dirt
No more trees on the savannah or caves in the hills or near beaches when the tides gone way out
I picked the team I'm on, I got the contract to end when I decide it's all over, my power is known
Benjamins, Hamiltons and Franklins keepin' Cleveland's movin' in and out of the champion bout.
It's all a matter of being so stoned blue that you don't even know it's scalding hot cosmic soup
Stones and rocks blown into pebbles on the white sand beach, a misanthrope created the scoop
Daily planet newspapers or the buzzing Bee that informs with the Word, advertisement's chaffe
It's the Truth but since it's right there in print, available for the world's communists to see, a WTF.
Game of thrones and the goons who consolidate the moronic idiocy of the philosopher queens
Deprogram your children in the K-12 grades of complacency, anti-revolutionary pediatric kings
Grown ups and the baby faces and immature views of adolescent maladaptive behavior blinds
Outside of all that's a clear and present danger, there's what's in a boy's or girl's abused minds.
Punks, bums, junkies all pull for the demise of the civilized where their freebees are denied to be
In or out of humane hands, no water, soap or clean clothes, dirty, rotten scoundrels, y'all agree?
God's needle exchange to kill you slower than you'd die with filthy points of maldivine injections
A germ, god forbid, could get into your mainstream's mainline and cause your fear, morphine sin.
Life's good in my Maserati and Bugatti but I am all alone here on Pluto, whole planet to my Self
It's fueled by EMPTY SPACE which is as infinite as the rubber soul that appears to be stoned blue
Bouncin' off of the cubicle's walls, which way's up is the only question without a conundrum stew
Point away from the ground of being, away from the burned ash of the Big Bang, Santa's an Elf?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Freezember Vth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Dimanche Mon Dieu!
{ Cracked this nut out the shell this AM while listenin' to @JosephineBaker #Greatest HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UZfPtV8txlg }
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