WAY UP? FINALE, WON ONE TENTH ON THE 10TH, UPLINK HOMER'S PARADISE
From one seed and a green sprout from the dirty ground and dirty water, homegrown glaze
Of the bones and blood of the humane players, a cosmic groove lost in Space, oh so timely
Own nothing before & after this life, own it while you breathe, it's all you get, oh so lucky
A piece of the peace that's invisible yet a deeply solemn feeling, noiseless without a blaze.
Pounding your head up against the proverbial wall, you may have caused a revolution friend
Creator of the entire shebang of the atoms, every molecule conglomeration of Spirit's forms
Wraith has wielded the spell, you're in it, we're all in the thing, it's goin' on & it's gonna end
Cards and a dice game may stick you up between a rock and a hard place, cool as silkworms.
Punks on vacation with the spoils of war, honorable discharge and some cash stipend GI Bill
Electric Kool-ade and superglue for the final end of the trip you're on, everybody's gotta go
With or without me in any situational awareness, One soul in the deep, black hole of Thrill
Inner sanctum of the womb room, only a home base of Nothing, cosmic high, infrared low.
That's an original screech of disobedience, scratchin' nails on blackboards, drivin' talkie movie
To get laid in my dad's back seat where my gramma and mother sat for the ride to a cemetery
Where the bones of the kin are laid under the turf of forest preserves, granite rock signaling
Gravity stronger than the weightless gas of hydrogen & oxygen, we're all in, here to Sing Sing.
Who has the nuclear weapons? Is this Russian Roulette or just the players playin' par course
We got them, they got them, missiles of extinction that blow up people, places & all things
You and I play the cards, roll the die and get to the objective of the end game, rules of rings
Magic or not, spells matter, words matter, all Matter matters & without One, it's Universal.
Innocent, ignorant, adept at mitosis of the zygote and subsequent shape of preformed scree
I'm going to find the women who bear men and ask them a question about their philosophy
Of being alive in a petri dish in the middle of nowhere and having the labor of pain, inclusion
Theoretically & practically, bowling on the alley of predication, Word deduction & conclusion.
Self recollection remembers that feeling that our happiness is justified, fact, you are all black
All yo' dads got lucky, dead & unborn, not of this privelege whether brown or white, get back
Among humanity's only extinction, before or after A split atom of Hydrogen blows a 'shroom
All organisms in a blown lock box, all drop a dime, all punch out the ticket to Infinity's Room.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, May 10, 2021 A.D. #101022 #TenTenTwoTwo @ 911 AMPST
{ God's #DogsOfWar, might of mothers & fathers rendered extinct from the planet's stardirt leftover crumbs, sin-spired this gem while jammin' to some #WorldSmoke @Young_Thug #Hits on youTube #GuWop link @ https://youtu.be/S2dDI2RhnM0 }
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