LUCKY PENNY, 151 rum & coke
From the intent to yield the will to the power that causes the intended effects
To the actual reality right there in front of your face, blinded by the light & sex
A heist cannot be secret, silent or mum you can count on the deaf & the dumb
Like me or you or anyone else on a square trip’s Outerspace, away from a tomb.
Contextualize it, put and take the dice into the run-on sentences you dribble out
Dime-Store Buddha playin’ riffs for your gramma & daughter, your full of doubt
Doom cannot replace the glee of your apricot haze smoke; it’s comin’ wait for it
You have no choice now, you’re past the doomsday clock hands and digital chit.
How is it all going to end when you don’t know how it all began, it’s all irrelevant
What is relevant is did you did what you had to do on your trip to this reality rant
North to south poles, Earth spins & wobbles an axis’ perpetual tail wag, brain-dead
Get straight, chum it’s a necessary condition for pounding sand, camel-smokin' head.
Bartering your possessions, you imagine you’re deserving of, yet you’re not, loser
No woman on Earth was a man before conception, it’s either XX or XY, you hoser
Triggered by sounds out of the two lips blabbering the doomsday treason of Evil
Live spelled backward remains the same, good, bad or ugly, a crimson red devil.
Society and culture began with an ape and there we are, beginning with the 7/11
Ringing loudly for a NY minute in New York or L.A., I catch, I throw & hit a hardball
Homer, walk, hit by pitch, single, double, triple, fielder’s choice, sacrificial 3 strikes
Of a cage, bullpen, dugout or any ‘ol hole in the ground or above it, up to heaven.
Some girls know and some don’t, all of them live & die just because the sun burst
Heal wounds before blue blood turns to a dark, red pool of liquid vampire thirst
Nickels on a dime, I give you either ten dimes or twenty nickels, I penalize pennies
For the haters who love anyway, lighting up a fresh cigar, freshly twisted tween-ex.
Usurped my sap, as if I was an old tree dug roots into sticks, stones & kins’ bone
Hidden from the prey and predators, far away so they can’t even take a best shot
Rotting away with or without the Formaldehyde effect, looked good in a microdot
The split and merger all dead and gone, fired away and the Earth One’s all done.
by
r j j stephan, i
a peck YIELD STICKS & STONES
From the intent to yield the will to the power that causes the intended effects
To the actual reality right there in front of your face, blinded by the light & sex
A heist cannot be secret, silent or mum you can count on the deaf & the dumb
Like me or you or anyone else on a square trip’s Outerspace, away from a tomb.
Contextualize it, put and take the dice into the run-on sentences you dribble out
Dime-Store Buddha playin’ riffs for your gramma & daughter, your full of doubt
Doom cannot replace the glee of your apricot haze smoke; it’s comin’ wait for it
You have no choice now, you’re past the doomsday clock hands and digital chit.
How is it all going to end when you don’t know how it all began, it’s all irrelevant
What is relevant is did you did what you had to do on your trip to this reality rant
North to south poles, Earth spins & wobbles an axis’ perpetual tail wag, brain-dead
Get straight, chum it’s a necessary condition for pounding sand, camel-smokin' head.
Bartering your possessions, you imagine you’re deserving of, yet you’re not, loser
No woman on Earth was a man before conception, it’s either XX or XY, you hoser
Triggered by sounds out of the two lips blabbering the doomsday treason of Evil
Live spelled backward remains the same, good, bad or ugly, a crimson red devil.
Society and culture began with an ape and there we are, beginning with the 7/11
Ringing loudly for a NY minute in New York or L.A., I catch, I throw & hit a hardball
Homer, walk, hit by pitch, single, double, triple, fielder’s choice, sacrificial 3 strikes
Of a cage, bullpen, dugout or any ‘ol hole in the ground or above it, up to heaven.
Some girls know and some don’t, all of them live & die just because the sun burst
Heal wounds before blue blood turns to a dark, red pool of liquid vampire thirst
Nickels on a dime, I give you either ten dimes or twenty nickels, I penalize pennies
For the haters who love anyway, lighting up a fresh cigar, freshly twisted tween-ex.
Usurped my sap, as if I was an old tree dug roots into sticks, stones & kins’ bone
Hidden from the prey and predators, far away so they can’t even take a best shot
Rotting away with or without the Formaldehyde effect, looked good in a microdot
The split and merger all dead and gone, fired away and the Earth One’s all done.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April 26th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Platonic & Socratic treatment of #TheWordSalad tossed w/o accountability jammin’ to https://youtu.be/rMMXoCuwcOM #BrokenHalos @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/Cfx_H7F-O3s }}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
{ Platonic & Socratic treatment of #TheWordSalad tossed w/o accountability jammin’ to https://youtu.be/rMMXoCuwcOM #BrokenHalos @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/Cfx_H7F-O3s }}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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