#WereOnlyHuman so, #SometimesWeCry #SometimesLoveJustAintEnough

ON WHICH THINGS POLARIZE PINHEADS & PAUPERS

Which idiot wears comfortable shoes, a racehorse gets them nailed into their hooves

Whether you’re in or out of Lincoln Park or Washington Square, it’s a soul’s grooves

This is all she wrote to me, a brief not that let me know that it was never love’s dock

Powers that be love and hate, good and evil just a random spin around the G-block.

Recollect six lives before your conception in holy wombs, occult motherless orphans

Empty your drawers now, you’ll need the room and space to roam town to township

Metropolitan or raw country boys and girls grow into the dead who bury the hatchet

Down under or out of this Earth’s Space, atmospherically pressured to #TicToc sheet.

Isolated millions of miles away from anything, neither you nor I have a free choice, so

You get what you got, Star Trek & a Million Years B.C. & everything in between blows

Of winded jobs from the ladies of the night and bad boys of the hood in the day, alas!

Grim reaper vacuums the crumbs leftover from the last suppers & champagne glasses.

Your ennui & fake interest in outcomes of your friends, foes & family, all feud en masse

Concerts too loud in audio or too soft headed in video combine & create the rock pass

Mighty mice and super boys animated in cartoons and real-life plays on living, it’s tight

Stoned junk to pump into arterial context of the matrix, it’s all bloody well right, right?

Buns in bags, old bags of bones, still upright & living in mortality’s disguise of the Thing

Itself, whatever it is, call it WORD, create a sound of your hot air blown from the kissing

Grin from the inside but fake the grimace on the outside of your skull, you go far away

Do not disturb the copacetic nature of the inherited genes, silent monks knew The Way.

It’s when you realize the nature of the beast, try to forget about it, don’t look far away

Zen tried, amnesia attempted, sleeping unconscious to Presence of Earth, Wind & Fires

Mist of the mystical smoke and mirrors, it sticks in the mud’s dripping sweat of One Day

Gods spent a wad on the spin, the wobble, gyrating shank strategy of uncontrolled sires.

Convoluted mirror to see nothing clearly, deduced the inductions, assume we wear a bib

Concluded and finalized, put to bed, put to sleep, like a tiny baby with a bottle in the crib

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, showing you’re all so programmed too

As most soft-headed, ultraviolet human beings can see, It Is Known, Purple Haze is blue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

( Handcrafted in enhanced, conscious deception of the nature of this beast

& this reality while listenin’ to the @Doors link @ https://youtu.be/hzM71scYw0M }

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