BATTLES LEAD TO WAR
Proelia ad bellum ducunt! #DM momentTime's now & then it passes away into historical nihilism of souls straining underwater
Broken down in the mud, blood and beer your mother left in her hind teat’s wet tear
Crying out loud about dead meat & burnt offerings from a deep, blue sea & a dirty lie
About how Twilight began & how the Darkness will be a final Zone of the end, sigh!
Your responsibility is to celebrate One's fortune & perfect timing-initiation lost cause
Of breathing & heart beating, blood flow for vampires who suck high girls & low boys
They don’t even know, they've no idea they’re here for a NYC minute in the dark pools
Of conscious interruption of ebb & flow, blown stardirt H2O-wobble, God-slam fools.
I'm not sweating small stuff, just the big stuff, I’ve got a urgent concerns, smell Rain
It’s comin’ down before you knew it was droppin’ from the heavens' suffering & pain
Out of nowhere, it’s sudden impact is felt in delayed sequence, Time ticks on thin skin
We know cool feelings of everything, less Death, once you feel that, you're a has-been.
Park the cars & trucks & bikes, your locomotion will begin to stop as your heart stops
Sights and sounds inside a cerbral cortex memory to recollect life passing & cow plops
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, test tube of artistic insemination spunk, eve & atom
Seatbelt harnesses can’t keep it all in, crooked straight-jackets will all numb the dumb.
Mind’s in the brain, in a head & can’t move limbs, can’t walk or shake with a devil dog
Melody & rhythm’s rhyme at the perfect volume for a deaf & dumb rock & roll a blog.
Closer to me as you wanna be, down my backbone, rib cage, amputated limbs crashin’
Cars, boats, planes, trains & a bus crashing, imploding uptown to look as if I'm dyin’.
Slaves of the gods made everything on Earth, every king, queen & subject of change
Only you know like I know, it's a solitary life, a dreamer dreaming home on the range
As if we were getting closer to a last breath, holding air in as long as you can, CO2 fits
For me & you, all we have is what you think we have of the thing itself, online to pits.
On the weather of Earth, twirling cold or hot, whirling, wobbling, swirling all about
Not me or anyone else, all ego, that’s all counted in the Biblical books, twist & shout
Couldn’t stomach the taste nor subsequent flatulenct biproduct, stench of ferment
Out of the house or in a hole inside of the foundation’s ground, exhausted cement.
For noone else but me, I breathed 70+ years above tales of star dirt-loaned from God
On weather of Earth, cold or hot, artificial intelligence is a cashed, human redhot rod
Putting pedals to metal goin’, ‘round Dead Man’s Curve, see cemetery entrance gate?
Don’t enter a swamp for vibrations, immerse into deep ends & means, deep dive Fate.
Tiny conflict of interests 'tween brothers & sisters, clone dead-egg lingo, It is all done
Invoiced & paid in advance of your exit from racing human-gods, here to Hades funk
Bought the farm that daddy wouldn't sell, Excellence needed to be extinct, love stunk
All you have, all you are & always will be, a piece of stone, dirty rocks all rollin', son.
You may or may not recollect everything you’re responsible for, afore conception's trip
Stillborn Karma will rise, Beauty’s head returns as Evil, throwback to a plethora ship
Nouns, subjects & objects, verbs' predicaion activity I can’t recall, it’s over, it is done
Dreaming Egotist, about my Id, expressing recollection scat, bite my cranberry scone!
News or ancient history forgotten because language was oral, unwritten future shocks
Of the men & mice who wrote on cave walls' they showed history that's all to roll rocks
Data dump of garbage, refused products of processed tree-plant miracles, Oma Nature
Pumped dreams confused in a vortex of bums & junkies, addicted to fecal-nests allure.
Without order It’s random chaos you see behind closed eyelids, word-up, cog machine
Gears grinding, peeling rubber on asphalt, forward, counter-clockwise around a sinsin
Betting I Win, Lose or Draw even if I win, I lose, earn cold cash, winning shoot to thrill
Absolute & relative Truth-be-Told, to all our babies, our folks forced Jack & Jill uphill.
Whistlin' Dixie or any melody while working in vacuum, scribblin' on empty paper
This is a fight for freedom, get back home where you belong but it’s changed now too
As it was as it were, won't return to a state being in full armor, loaded potato's butter
Agnostic soul, actor running low on a border with free food & water, @Twitter Blues!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 5-10-MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Jammed as I rode dirty with my brothers from mothers, @BigSMO #AintNothinFree link @ https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY }
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