w o k e
SHE'S JUST A GIRL, ONE HOT, SMOKIN' GIRL
Probably gun-shy and feeling like an undefended fort in foreign lands
Freedom never was free since day one of civilization's use of hands
To fashion the mounds and pyramids to bury the rotten, dead of us
Our kin and our friends as well as strangers and enemy ilk, all fools.
Not their fault that their ego-centric spirits ignore eternity of fools
That we're lucky to be here and now between the headlines to skip
Original big bang came before mankind's creative evolutionary pools
I doubt what I know from the first word out of my mind's mouth lip.
It's the scoop you've received before you knew it was a secret scree
Passed down from the secrets underground, in caves & now in Space
Humanity too much for the planet's rockin' & rollin' so soon, all I drip
Not bringing your bodies and minds along for the conscious acid trip.
Nefarious humans, as they too can be, hybrid implants on a top shelf
That we all will eat them to save our own living entity, it's gods to be
No language to express the experience, all offspring fends for it's Self
In a canoe or a submarine, flowing along liquid gas, parking like a flea.
Anywhere that won't drown or crush your conscous awareness is fine
It is what it is for a reason, accident of a random matter-collision line
Blood bled downward due to gravity, missiles shoot the sun's photons
Someday, we'll all know in a future day of God, who is yo mamas' sons.
I am postive more than negative but I am neutral in a dream within one
Presence is everything, to be aware & know your position under the sun
To be or not to be is a discussion for the atomic subatomics, of a quark
Invisible abstraction descended from the grunts and groans of god work.
No credit taken, none given in effigy, all for one and one for all, that's It
All I can do is cry just like a little baby that has no idea that God is Light
What I am is what I am, what I've become is not quite on target, it's tight
But not a bull's eye required to Know The Truth, it's enigmatic bull's chit.
For the last time, for all above & below right and left wings of The Eagle
It's the empty power of the wind that lifts the emptiness into the Regal
Kings and queens were made of the same as the paupers and scumbags
Atomic, neither ethical nor immorally yours, Big Bang accident on Rags.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST Lundi Lundi
{ Drafted while listenin' to @ArmstrongAndGetty on @kste650AM link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ & during commercial's jammin' to @TheCars #YouAreTheGirl (yes, you are!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmFdW1JyccA }
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