#crust #pie #aLaMode #Funkified #BlackCrowes #TowerOfPower #PepperoniGhosting #BreakUpBrokeHearts

HERE & NOW, BUDS ON FIRE, KEEP IT LIT, HARD HAT

For the love of money, gold, silver, cache or holy rocks made by the Big Bang dispersion to Earth

Value the diamond in the back or in the front with the carats I can’t count, I am too high to be me!

Above the ways and means to get the gist of this cosmic joke of a First Cause of the oceans & sea

Mothers of Earth, keep the itinerary clear, the End is Near, the Origin is Far, a whole shebang part.

All stank up the law’s enforcement because the rats like comin’ out at night, it’s the job of vermin

Who needs any light other than the Flash or the Incandescent ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths

In or Out housing the poor, In and Out of a burger joint’s animal-style fries in a paperbag bunch

Brief time or eternal time, myriad of DNA recommendations of ho-slaves and their demi-god ilk.

I will do a push-up and a sit-up, a chin-up and catch up to the leaders of the packers of the elders

Wisdom of olden days daze, lying to the One, yourself & your mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers

All you’ve got of the orphanage is the bones you move and cause the Life you live, all in your head

Hard rocks, soft water, confidence in yo’ ignorance of the Truth drives the hotrod in the ditch, dead.

Woke up in the dream, quoted words I cannot comprehend nor fathom why these words were said

To microscopic cells’ contents, God salutes you, all those about to break rock, all on a cool H2O bed

To be or not to be a wonder of the dead rockers, slaves of the Slavic slavians devolved from a mirror

Being one and the same as the glass’ reflection, broken into bits of bytes, alt/delete the divine fear.

Monsters and angels comin’ from above and below the fray, dream nightmares’ plethora, go

Of the quaking ground of hidden star dust and memories of what never was here, Never’s ever

No sense in repetition of the identical causes and effects for eternity, it’s nonsense you know

Liberty from the chains that made your imaginary prison, freedom to be One killin’ it, forever!

Bloody clothes, bloody skin and bones in a pickle with the powers that be, some gods of a God

Busted loose from the entirety of the monkey-shined diamonds, loose or raw, a stoned peapod

Effected by the affected infection, I merged into the web I got stuck in, the spider was inside me

Realized my system’s presence, got hungry, killed the lives, ate them, lived in lands of the free.

Hooked to keep track of the parts that got disconnected by a quickie implosion of a climax

Weary afterward, happy ever after, it’s all you were here to do, perform the act to the max

As quick as a tortoise on a racehorse track, takin’ a year to move a furlong and a half, it’s On

Acid of the sulfur and hydrochloric fill the atmosphere and my nasal passage, a prison’s Con.

Didn’t do it, well I did but I shouldn’t have been caught, in and out of the prison camp, a hero

Terminated only the bad and the good, left the ugly alone, just to be alive, deep well in utero

Before the termination of the breath goin’ in and out of the blowhard bags of the many men’s

And women, their ilk all in the cosmic menudo, a balloon vacuumed a hairy pie, homo sapiens.

Pines out there so far out that you only see them when you soar above them 10,000 feet up

Can’t ever see the forest through the trees because the trees ARE the forest, mistaken funk cup

Rumor and the propaganda came out of the hidden secrets and commands of the rocky roads

Dirty danced to procreate god-genome, followed suit of the game of love, species’ overloads.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-15-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted while thinkin’ #911, Pacific Ocean awaits my presence, while jammin’ to the #TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/s0ViSVOD42E }

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