BIG BANGIN' BACKWARDS WISDOM, @BigSur BUCKET LIST
The end of the alpha brand of the human species is good, bad and ugly
Crying about the spilled milk is going to get you some beanstalk beans
Climbing to the heavens above the Earth will get you a #Woke moniker
'Cause you think that you're the conscience of a pirate's gold treasure.
Now hear this, comprehend subjects, verbs & predicates of #Woken
Logic and reason of the inductions and deductions is flawed, it's broke
As if nobody knew this before they sent you to school, to know A,B,C's
Modify my natural selection's evolution into a cream of crops, please?
So that when I personally expire & become the refused old scoundrel
Nothing will catch me to hurt, kill or eat me, containerized in one cell
DNA is in the atom, a code of random gravitational inertia, lucky draw
I twisted your arm before I undressed you baby, it was cut like a saw.
Game over, game's up and there will be no more Time in Space, ever
Again and again, you come back thinkin' it's never gonna end, infinity
It don't but you will, the contrived present you got from mama & papa
Or the orphanage, or your big brothers & sisters, I can see, we all see.
Looking up from the fallout of the Charm and Love, a dream in a dream
Whatever they left we received, we agreed not to bleed out a hissy fit
Just rollin' with the punch of the poles & the tropics, reoriented scum
Barns full of the hay to feed the yards live stock, we'll kill & eat them!
Bloods no been here forever, it's magnetic flow of solar power, God In
The formidible endless parade of the monkeys on a way to slaughters
On stage or back stage, the honey flows from the lonely lovers of hers
Preaching words that mean nothing to nobody who can't hear, I'm sin.
More or less than a musical genius I incorporate in a treble of trouble
Did you say a sychophantic tirade results from being a dead superhero
Saved all of the ones who betrayed your trust & the loyal cock & bulls
Stockyards of the slaughter, bloody, aromatic dead meatballs of fools.
River flows downstream toward the equator, either way, already gone
Out of sight and mind of the divine and the all too humane, all my sun
Star above letting the power go to grow on the rock, the stone of ash
Blown smithereens gone in a HOLY finale, Big Bang Singularity mash.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. #HappyFathersDay even if you didn't know that you're One & your progeny runnin' around tryin' to figure if you're alive or not... I digress, jammed this while listenin' to @WarrenHaynes @Govt_Mule link @ https://youtu.be/VcZYD6_BHUY & From @LynyrdSkyrd @ https://youtu.be/Hspvuv8AcNw }
F I N I S
W.W.AR.D.?
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)