COMPLETELY IN HALF, A LOT OF NOTHING, NO MORE, NO LESS, IN #SlowMotion baby #JesusWasNobodysBaby

SENSITIVE KIND, HARD AS A STEEL IRON

Being and whatever the Nothingness is what it's all about, it ain't my fault, it's a memo

To the self you can't ever find inside, it'll die when your bones and organs fail to go blow

in and out of the Time and Space where Earth, plays a planet that spins, wobbles in orbit

Tell her you love her, she is sick, ill and ready to hit the ER, on a cold gurney with an IV bit.

Bells and whistles need to be released with the hounds, it's all about the backbeats & rhythm

Into the mix, the dovetailing notes of flats and sharps begin to take on their own ditto system

Nothing to repeat in the same exact way, with the same words, that's a witch's magic megabyte

To pretend you're a reciever of the divine inspiration, tell here you love her each & every night.

Always in the outer edge of the present, discovering everything before you get to the ending yell

It sounds like, "Baby, come home, you're sick but I know it's your fatal flaw,' take it a right way

Taken down and up the same way, pulling the gods away from food they don't need to eat well

Mind has been played like the dealers in Vegas or Reno, far out in the desert, discover this hall.

Bones left after the buzzards took their fair share of the kill, it wasn't murder or slauighter?

Way out there where the actions are moving very stone above and below your God's afterbirth

All of the needs of the origin taken care of, taken for granted, they're 3 wishes come, four paws

Apes were here before my ancesotors infinite loop around the star of David, holy fear of flaws.

No opposing thumb on the hands, like an ape in the zoo or jungle blind, swinin' in finer wine

Than you ever had, even one sip wouldn't be enough, you'd have to swallow the whole cosign

Makin' the inequality as if it doesn't matter, it is a form of denial of inevitable Truth's upset

To the men and the mice, sensitive or hard-rock tool, screw it, push & pull it, I am the ticket.

To get in and to get out of the thing, the bind you're in, you must love her more than yours

Someone else minds your behavior and it's not someone to disappoint, a creator of sorts ort

Clouds of rain, dressed to the nines and every bit of cool and hot that nature allows to be

At once, not the original sin One but the other one down the line, finish where it's all at.

I love her, I discovered that I would do whatever I could to please, even without a thought

To be or not to be is not a question I entertain, I gotta be to be around her now, maybe not

Flow like water, roll around, under and over the obstacles spit up by the cosmic porridge

Lemons makin' lemonade, you need some now, get some, give her some, stay on her edge.

Sherrif's shifting the watch, law enforced the notion that it's time for Space to move on

Whereever you go, it follows you, the sense of you're gonna die, you don't know why

Just because you thought you were so pretty, a nice package, wrapped with a bow tie

Surprised at Nothing but thin air left to sense, smell, taste but never, ever to foresee, son.

Hard times or soft gloved life of the rich and famous, every life made to become the dead

Check the stones, the rocks in the boneyards called cemetery just like the end of bread

Can't make any gold or silver mining out the ground or dirty mountain river grind ebb

To flow down to the sea over and over again, full infinity, evaporate in rain, come on, Deb!

Tell her you love her, each and every night, just because you can, it's what a lover does

Being at one with the other, always or never like it was or ever like it will be, presence

On guard for fear of life's ends, wanting to keep breathing, flowing with the magic bus

Moves along the Ventura Highway, it's the '1' to the, the Big Sur, Mendocino lush buds.

One more loan, I'll win my losses back from the future losers who don't even know yet

They lost it all, every bit of holding silver and gold, bloody idiot, passing human misery

Just why mothers had babies who grew old and died, some cried, some lied, Love's debt

Feelings for others, oh the being all too humane, bloody, bleedin' heart, spent, I am OUT!

by

r j j stephan, I

c,  Dimanche, Freezember XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Bored, naked ape mockin' the elders, doin' what they do too, drafting poetic justice

With the Sensitive Kind, my beautiful, sweetest thang on this planet Earth, drafted this fiasco

while jammin' tube link @ https://youtu.be/4GErVbdNsbU }