GRAMMA'S HAND, SHADOW OF SMILES & ONE-HAND CLAPPING
Points in no direction in or out the apple core, where you are, we all are
Fast as river flow from atop a mountain peak, H2O counterrevolutionary
But neither any revolution of cosmic proportions nor subatomic quarky
In or out of a charity situation influences your karma, your soul's care.
Eternal punks and mortal gods lookin' to be crucified for using bad Words
Subjects, predicating the objects in phrase, sentenced to hotrods' Fords
Never drive into the parking lot if you don't have a reason for ever being
Thumb your nose and ignore my backhand, beware of the holy warning.
Sisters, the fathers and brothers all didn't know their own mothers' milk
Dreaming of praying on knees or every move you make, it's a calling one
Never a joke, never a fluke, it's always the way it is because that's the end
Of the genome in that particular form, it's stopping the flow of a godsend.
I ain't lying, it's no joke, there's a punch line, it ain't funny, it's humorless
Listen to nobody, take your medicine son, it's an ache that plays 3D chess
Sooner or later, it's a matter of more or less time on the dirt or in the dirt
Should you see me in heaven or hell, say hello but I won't be able to flirt.
Winged angels, up or down, in or out the movement of the noted chords
Music to my ears and the gold of your power to be aware, awake & alive
Eating, drinking, recycling the matter in and out of our forms, hail Caesar!
Tzar powers will never rule any universe's solar system's dead shuck jive.
Angels above and below Chicago and Montgomery, regardless of the spin
Earth's mass wobbles and revolves around the sun like an atomic electron
But why? Who's asking? That is the point, the only important one, what?
Truth about the whole heaven and earth myth is, the dead men are mute.
Dead women would have spilled the beans on the eternal immortals' Ids
Survive a power to absorb fuel, energy consummation of heaven's stargate
Oneness of happiness in paradise or in hell, with or without the stepkids
Everyone fish is on its own, its all for One, One for all-star love, killed hate.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 9th, 2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to #GrammasHands in an infinite loop by @BillWithers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qv5pagal-ls }
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