TRYING IS NOT SUCCEEDING, TRY AGAIN AD INFINITUM
I had what it took to move the umbrella over my head to repel all conceptual analysis of gods
Regardless of the disregard for the subjects which humans object to, all Truth, all the hot rods
Flame is always on, keepin’ it lit is the job and my fate, when I leave, that’s it, it’s over, caput
Nevermore will the same thing be here, like I am now, it’s a dreamscape of the one final cut.
Censor One’s ideas myself, ideas arising from the programmed mind/brain I inherited from folks
Mother, father, sister, cousin, aunts & folks of a holy military-industrial complex’s terrorist chokes
Murder and extinction of the species can be triggered, researched & funded by your tax dollars
Foreign and domestic implosion triggered by the fraud, the lies about God & Men in TikTok bars.
Thoughts of the predication of thoughts arising from an empty matrix of ghost smoke, burnt leaf
Smelling sweet and causing the lethargy of looking without acting, watching without doing, chief
Who is in charge? If not you then who? When you figure that answer out you’ll become so free
Of the mice and men who show you the way in the darkness, obey the dead man’s liberty spree.
Can’t be wrong when you’re right, that’s not debatable, it’s an absolute Truth to swing the pendulum
To and fro, squares infinitely moving to the rhythm of rhyme, a wobble & revolution of foul air scum
Free world platform of the fresh and foul air, impossible to breathe forever, even evil foes die young
Out of divine control, it’s a random act of an anonymous, foolish wise crack, no joke, a GD fool song.
First thing out of the womb, cry bloody murder because of the blinding light of electric orchestras
Choppers or foo-fighter aircraft are useless in the afterlife, certainty is not optional unless it’s RA’s
If it’s not everything being nothing and nothing being everything then what the Hades is it? Huh?
Known to be wise, don’t know & I’m comfortably numb & unwise, I don’t know why I like a buzz.
Hung up on the words’ sounds interpreted as deep fakes of the motherland’s fake thoughts of Word
Nothing, empty, zero, foul air going in and out of your ears, fishing for food in the sea or on the board
Of game playing from the start to the end of times, it’s a comedy, it’s a tragedy, the finale curtain up
For an encore, applause and standing ovation for the mass hypnosis we call far right left in a tea cup.
Thirsty again for alcohol and just plain hydrogen and oxygen gas, put it in a hole, I’ll jump right into it
Since over half of me is what I recycle frequently, it explains the holy reverence for all dearly departed
Dream weaver putting together fallacious arguments for happiness and the Form of the Good, platonic
In out of you & I, someday we will know it all, not now though, you’d go insane via my man-schtick.
Knowledge & wisdom all in navy bean burrito spittle, leftover DNA you left all over dead meat
I saw you and you saw me, we saw one another and moved our arses to the ends of our seat
We need warriors to kill our enemies but not friendly allies behind all of the fine dotted lines
Kites & balloons flying above and below the hard rock ground of beings drunk on grape vines.
Pouring liquid gas on my head, soaked in a soap bubble of dead air, unclean, uncut byte of play
Once bitten then masticated, digested and defecated, that’s life, it’s what all of the people say
To me & you, this is going to be the End of the Story we call Our Life, a corpse has no soul man
No spirit within the skin and bones, it’s just an inhabitant performance of the morbid human.
Ennui and the Cause of all events on Earth and in the solar system’s galaxy, that’s it, that’s all
Nothing to do with gods saving satellites of a random creatures, boys and girls of mankind’s fall
Down to this, innocence no excuse for the guilt proclaimed by the One who wanted to make it
With you or any other willing soul, to release the hounds from stinkin’ cages of elephant chit.
Perfect extinction ending, a finale fit for Divinity’s soul essence, big bang our solar system again
Reincarnate my love of living, let me be the One who’s happy, never sad, nevermore a mortal sin
Good, Bad, Beautiful, Ugly, that about sums it all up, interject your injection of the essence’s OM
All in and all out, same time and place, every spin & orbit about the star, God’s the sun, BOOM!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, March 30, 2023, @ 555 AMPST
{ Random word selection caused this pain & pleasure, while jammin’ to @Springsteen 2023 @Dallas & @Tulsa link @ https://youtu.be/qpT-kj8rmz8 }
Regardless of the disregard for the subjects which humans object to, all Truth, all the hot rods
Flame is always on, keepin’ it lit is the job and my fate, when I leave, that’s it, it’s over, caput
Nevermore will the same thing be here, like I am now, it’s a dreamscape of the one final cut.
Censor One’s ideas myself, ideas arising from the programmed mind/brain I inherited from folks
Mother, father, sister, cousin, aunts & folks of a holy military-industrial complex’s terrorist chokes
Murder and extinction of the species can be triggered, researched & funded by your tax dollars
Foreign and domestic implosion triggered by the fraud, the lies about God & Men in TikTok bars.
Thoughts of the predication of thoughts arising from an empty matrix of ghost smoke, burnt leaf
Smelling sweet and causing the lethargy of looking without acting, watching without doing, chief
Who is in charge? If not you then who? When you figure that answer out you’ll become so free
Of the mice and men who show you the way in the darkness, obey the dead man’s liberty spree.
Can’t be wrong when you’re right, that’s not debatable, it’s an absolute Truth to swing the pendulum
To and fro, squares infinitely moving to the rhythm of rhyme, a wobble & revolution of foul air scum
Free world platform of the fresh and foul air, impossible to breathe forever, even evil foes die young
Out of divine control, it’s a random act of an anonymous, foolish wise crack, no joke, a GD fool song.
First thing out of the womb, cry bloody murder because of the blinding light of electric orchestras
Choppers or foo-fighter aircraft are useless in the afterlife, certainty is not optional unless it’s RA’s
If it’s not everything being nothing and nothing being everything then what the Hades is it? Huh?
Known to be wise, don’t know & I’m comfortably numb & unwise, I don’t know why I like a buzz.
Hung up on the words’ sounds interpreted as deep fakes of the motherland’s fake thoughts of Word
Nothing, empty, zero, foul air going in and out of your ears, fishing for food in the sea or on the board
Of game playing from the start to the end of times, it’s a comedy, it’s a tragedy, the finale curtain up
For an encore, applause and standing ovation for the mass hypnosis we call far right left in a tea cup.
Thirsty again for alcohol and just plain hydrogen and oxygen gas, put it in a hole, I’ll jump right into it
Since over half of me is what I recycle frequently, it explains the holy reverence for all dearly departed
Dream weaver putting together fallacious arguments for happiness and the Form of the Good, platonic
In out of you & I, someday we will know it all, not now though, you’d go insane via my man-schtick.
Knowledge & wisdom all in navy bean burrito spittle, leftover DNA you left all over dead meat
I saw you and you saw me, we saw one another and moved our arses to the ends of our seat
We need warriors to kill our enemies but not friendly allies behind all of the fine dotted lines
Kites & balloons flying above and below the hard rock ground of beings drunk on grape vines.
Pouring liquid gas on my head, soaked in a soap bubble of dead air, unclean, uncut byte of play
Once bitten then masticated, digested and defecated, that’s life, it’s what all of the people say
To me & you, this is going to be the End of the Story we call Our Life, a corpse has no soul man
No spirit within the skin and bones, it’s just an inhabitant performance of the morbid human.
Ennui and the Cause of all events on Earth and in the solar system’s galaxy, that’s it, that’s all
Nothing to do with gods saving satellites of a random creatures, boys and girls of mankind’s fall
Down to this, innocence no excuse for the guilt proclaimed by the One who wanted to make it
With you or any other willing soul, to release the hounds from stinkin’ cages of elephant chit.
Perfect extinction ending, a finale fit for Divinity’s soul essence, big bang our solar system again
Reincarnate my love of living, let me be the One who’s happy, never sad, nevermore a mortal sin
Good, Bad, Beautiful, Ugly, that about sums it all up, interject your injection of the essence’s OM
All in and all out, same time and place, every spin & orbit about the star, God’s the sun, BOOM!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, March 30, 2023, @ 555 AMPST
{ Random word selection caused this pain & pleasure, while jammin’ to @Springsteen 2023 @Dallas & @Tulsa link @ https://youtu.be/qpT-kj8rmz8 }
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