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I came out of it
once, smellin' like a rose in cosmic, blocked holes, swallow to compute a byte
For me & you,
it's a mystery but for the faithfully departed, it's a gospel's wine drunk grooves
Story recollected
and passed down the line like a game of sub-intelligence extensional moves
In the end, it's as
it's always been, stardust blown and surrounding the star, the One, the Sun.
All God is all we
know, thank you sun, thank you moon, thank you mama & papa for the zoom
Into the bottom of
Hades pit of carbon where the sun brews it's magic to cause a Nova room
Everything blown to
smithereens soon will collapse with the force of Gravity's centrifugal force
I know nothing but I
can repeat sounds that everyone recites and sings as if it's a mantra pulse.
Wonderful as it's
always been to be in darkness when Light's blazing, star-blinding light for all
Smacked in the arses
or in the faces matters much, one’s the end while the other’s God's bawl
Screwed the putsch
or was it a pooch, in any case, penetration with a foreign object's air force
Blunt or sharp, a
deed’s done, gods are loose like atoms in a sea of swirling menudo hordes.
On the top of
heaven, above it all & below it all, at the bottom of hell, we all are the
only One
Left over from a Big
Bang or specially created lonely hearts club for one divinity's soprano fun
It's The Narrow Way
to pass the time before total annihilation, a whole soul of God in a bonfire
At the edge of the
cliff when there's no lookin' backward, jump off, jackin' the edge of a pyre.
One way or another
you’re gonna get what’ coming to you whether you like it or not, lowbrow
It’s not for me to
say or to write it on the cave’s walls, it’s all right there before your very
eyes
Once you see and are
blinded by the ultralight ultraviolet radiation from above and below, yes
It’s all downhill
from here, it ain’t gittin’ any better than it was yesterday, today or
tomorrow.
No agreement with
you or a status quo, ignoramus or idiot parents, divine morons who rule
All of us know,
we're all gonna go, we don't need the fear & loathing of the eaters of the
gruel
Orphanages or happy
homes with brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparental folks
Mamas & Papas of
us all, cared for a moment and then it was a commitment without reward.
Dreaming that I woke
up in a dream & could animate the scenes with my free will to be #Woke
Discovered the
Golden Rule to do unto others as you would have them do to you & then croak
Bones and the
organic matter will be burned or buried and won't return to Nirvana, now it's
On
Faith no more,
Charity and the Hope that Faith is the Truth are long gone, I am what I am,
gone.
If and only if you
know where I'm coming from, you know what I mean, words are symbols' kin
Used to write on
cave walls & in the mud, the blood & beer until it all ran out, I
stopped workin'
The rent and
mortgages weren't paid, the land's lords moved us into the beggar's epic sad
song
Beggin' for crumbs
or bucks, outside the sad cafe of windows, now how you doin', it's all gone!
Bitten off less than
I could chew so I waited for everyone to finish, then I dove into the menudo
It was overwhelming
and then I absorbed it like a sponge until it disappeared, I became all of it
Somebody told me something,
but I forgot what it was, racked my brain's mind, nothing at all
Finally, it dawned
on me at sunset, in the pitch darkness, like God died, told me I took The Fall.
Then it was walking
and running without a rudder, north, east, south and westward trek to gold
God left the Ends,
the gold is mixed in with the cinders of burnt neutrinos' love, old school mold
Left over and just
hangin' loose as disconnected threads of suit, shirt or slacks, just to pop cap
Shot in the air but
what goes up must come down, life dead goes in a grave, stench of Godsmack.
Uncomfortable yet
still copasetic, alone in a crowd of strange relatives it's the same ol'
schemin'
Blues guitars, bass,
rhythm and leads move' to the beats of the animal skins and brass dreamin'
Smoke signals
replaced by the spider webs your mothers left in the bare cupboards, cup of
java
All I needed was to
drink H2O until the water all turned to wine, whining now, this is it, foreva!
by
rjjstephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XXVIII (28) MMXXII (2022) AD (Anno
Domini) @ 333 AMPST + or -
{Murdered the
original creator & resurrected her arse (my 'dying' Lenovo laptop) for this
final, little ditty to be free of the inner sanctum where it dwelled until I
released it with the hounds! All the
while listenin' to the mighty blood runnin' from my feet to my crown, crashed
the kit & kaboodle LAPTOP & will accommodate the BESTBUY, open the
door, I got the cash, the wind is at my back!
I shall return!}
F I N I S
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