I TOLD HER I'D COVER HER BAREBACK BUT SHE COVERED MINE
Inner thoughts regarding the moment you find yourself dead to the world, crickets? That’s it?
Now and then in Time when you’ve run out of time, there’s a space in Space we all know, it’s deep
Way down where nobody but you can go, in a minute or an hour or an era, maybe an entire load of It
On the way to paradise or Valhalla or just the Void’s empty sights and sounds, no taste or smell of chit.
Where I come from is where I’m goin’ back to and I don’t know about you but it’s way too soon for me
I wanna be immortal, alive forever on Earth, the dirt I know, don’t like the ceiling above, I don’t know It
Whether good, bad or ugly, I know it is what it is and I have no chance in the universe of changin’ course
To return to the state before the conceived egg, the conceptual analysis is an ape and a monkey indoors.
No cages to confine you and your kin to the inner sanctum where angels fear to go or even come in a hex
On your death bed or just walkin’ down the avenue, we’re all gonna die, some in pain, some without Sex
Never had it, never knew it was anything more than a species’ enhancement of the invisible gods above
Warlocks and witches all know the reasons that beasts do not critique the mode of being, all about love.
Charity and selflessness are the qualities that enhance the engagement of the gods’ First Cause, what it is
Something unheard of but of the best taste and whiff of the known Unknown, cats in the kaboodle of fizz
Gummed up the works of the effects leftover by the unknown aliens from the moon & beyond cyber pings
Of mice and the men that couldn’t trap them in the game, changed the rules and drove hot rod mustangs.
Irking my mothers and fathers and their ancestors, as I promised to do since y’all cut my hair off my noggin
Baby boy of four years old, innocence disappeared from the barber’s chair, my grampa got me a choppin’
Like lowering your ears above your neck, a jugular feed to the goods, grey matter electronics fire in a hole
A quart of beer will get you here, a fifth of Black Jack D could be the loss of a whole God’s kin family soul.
Muster up in the designated area for the just judgement of the judge and here It comes now, to be judged
Weaponized brain, a mind that won’t stop the First Cause but It will be the Final Effect of the things in bed
All too humane or not, observe all other animals on Earth, nothings easy for any survivors of God’s delivery
From Nothing we all came, you call it a “Feeling” and I call it the Luck of The Draw, all me, perpetual reverie.
You and I don’t care if we’ve been enlightened by the clear light of Reason and now, just sliver of a rhyme
Maybe just in time, as in not a moment to waste with trivial pursuits of the mindset of the cultured slime
Unconscious or not, Matter in Time & Space is the crux, needs no fix, it is what it is, that’s all there is to it
Mothers knew nothing, justice was a ham sandwich, a huff & a puff blew the house down, suck hind teat!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Freezember IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 777 AMPST
{ Jacked out the mind of a Simple Man (moi) while listenin’ to Silence between audio apparats, as designed! }
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