SIGHS, GOOD THINGS & WOKE-UP DOWNSIDE BYTES *
For once, you know the Truth about Nature, of Life & Death's sleepy walker
Listenin' to @Chicago #GoodyGoody Goddess' loop of satisfaction's rascals
Musicians & singers who exhibit the things themselves in suicidal homicide
Unlike the philosophers and scientists who present the Truth as Lies, i lied.
About everything on Earth, above and below it, there is nothing & that's all
I am not kidding, ask any cosmonaut, astronaut or dead soul kickin' the stall
Bad goods comin' from everywhere, left & right gettin' it all in a black hole
Disappearing in the final appearance, smoke and mirrors broken, Ho Ho Ho.
Monkeys are the minors, philosphers and scientists explain it all, evolve me
Halleluja that I've got the reason's infinite time in Space to get it down, see
Cleared with the authority both above and below the surface, dreamer's up
Awakened, no longer stiff as a rigor mortis corpse, dead life's herb tea cup.
Had the blues because the used to be the ends of the means, I'm cool as ice
For once in the existence of humanity, set back on heels, on my toes is nice
Y'all lie awake all night long, all of y'all is sleepin' & I'm fixin' y'all's flat tires
Planets awake on the Other Side from wherever I am, Al's all balls of fire!
Hoorah, home runs, winning three pointer, holes in One, it's all about goals
Groomed in the middle of chaos and destruction, pending doom boy's roles
Up and down, in and out for the rest of your born days, don't let it all go far
Keep notion close to your vest, you'll be gone, they'll mourn, hardy har har!
Broke into infinitesmal pieces in a barrel of dynamite, ready for a blow job
It's comin' up whether I like it or not, a holy explosion of TNT via DNA blob
Felt like a volcano or a little, bitty geyser of Love & Gusto, in an oak barrel
Rascals move me, rascals trained me, young or old, One, Many, a hard cell.
Call it love to set you back on your heels, it feels like what they warned me
Facts of Life were important, the love of the girls was left out, altar boy see
I was holy and sacred to the church's stations of the cross, holy boy, scholar
Musician playin' poetry in motion, swappin' wine & bread for blood & body.
You got yourself a good thing when you just wish that something's true, it is
Middle of the senses and comprehension that you're One fortunate sun kiss
Wrong turns on the right roads led to the place in Space where God collides
With or without COLLECTION #92, gods, God, Universal Oneness, He sighs!
by
r j j stephan, i, *DreamLittleDreamOME
c. Mardi, 4-12-2022 @ 444 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @ChicagoTheBand #GoodyGoody in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bn8viWNfLyc }
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