W H I S T LE BLOWER’s SLOWRIDE in THE GARDEN OF ALLAH
On the one hand since you only have two, one’s the Yin & the other’s Yang’s wifeNobody gets out of this dilemma alive, every living thing will die, The Fact of Life
First Cause was supernova or singularity black hole, halo, metaphysical boob-scat
Fishing for traveling to & fro because expectations are that flying around is easy.
Back into synchronization for people, expect to fly without wings, jets grounded
Ships that float upon the sea, fresh river & lake H2O will sink with one tiny hole
In the hull, fore or aft, fools rush in just like the holy water that surrounds a rock
Earth-hard, liquid-solid ground of leftover Big Bang gas, headstone of the dead.
Chilly breeze just a result of gas flowing above the Earth’s wobble while in orbit
Flexing the axis in the imagination, spin a mass of liquid inside of a sphere & chit
Common ground is the womb you dropped from, a mother-father test-tube byte
Horrible angels without wings on failed backs, couldn’t rise to the top of delight.
You buried all occult wisdom inside of a philosopher’s stone I carry on my crown
Invisible to every, single human on planet Earth, a ghost knows gods have flown
Far, far away from the solar system of Milky Way, so far that we can’t get down
To the bottom of a barrel of grapes, I can’t breathe wine, consciousness’ ending.
Only you know, you know that Truth is an answer to the perennial conundrum
It’s all good or some good & some is bad or everything in general is uber-dumb
Look in the mirror & look around your 360 degree perimeter, your sight in focus
Revolver love-hate, pistol jealousy & forgiveness of sins of divinity’s DNA fuss.
So, the artist and the master aren’t responsible for the product of their efforts
They have been moved by the unmoved mover, creator of things themselves
As one peers deep into the center of the nucleus, nothing appears obvious, me
Other than that conscious maintenance of my center of conscious, woke psyche.
I will find the way to takes a Slow ride because it’s the only ride I am ever takin’
Common ground is the womb you dropped from, a mother-father test-tube byte
Horrible angels without wings on failed backs, couldn’t rise to the top of delight.
You buried all occult wisdom inside of a philosopher’s stone I carry on my crown
Invisible to every, single human on planet Earth, a ghost knows gods have flown
Far, far away from the solar system of Milky Way, so far that we can’t get down
To the bottom of a barrel of grapes, I can’t breathe wine, consciousness’ ending.
Only you know, you know that Truth is an answer to the perennial conundrum
It’s all good or some good & some is bad or everything in general is uber-dumb
Look in the mirror & look around your 360 degree perimeter, your sight in focus
Revolver love-hate, pistol jealousy & forgiveness of sins of divinity’s DNA fuss.
So, the artist and the master aren’t responsible for the product of their efforts
They have been moved by the unmoved mover, creator of things themselves
As one peers deep into the center of the nucleus, nothing appears obvious, me
Other than that conscious maintenance of my center of conscious, woke psyche.
I will find the way to takes a Slow ride because it’s the only ride I am ever takin’
Chased the runners I could never beat in a race, in a dash or a marathon, slow
In the mood or not, when the rhythm is right, you gotta shoot for the starlightin’
Slow ride will get it done, slowed down, focused & beatin’ the backbeat’s skin.
Cymbals and drums hammered the beatniks and the hippies into chewing bums
Blackjack, Juicy Fruit, Doublemint, Wrigley’s Spearmint & sugar that eats gums
Predict that your teeth will rot & fall out because of your eats, before you zigzag
Inhaling the spit of the masticating organ, choking salivation into a coffin’s jag.
Mocking my positive thoughts about being happy forever or every now and then
Happiness has been gone for so long since all my Love’s been lost in the holy Zen
Marginal gods created the good, bad & ugly, co-created bones, you get the gist?
In the mood or not, when the rhythm is right, you gotta shoot for the starlightin’
Slow ride will get it done, slowed down, focused & beatin’ the backbeat’s skin.
Cymbals and drums hammered the beatniks and the hippies into chewing bums
Blackjack, Juicy Fruit, Doublemint, Wrigley’s Spearmint & sugar that eats gums
Predict that your teeth will rot & fall out because of your eats, before you zigzag
Inhaling the spit of the masticating organ, choking salivation into a coffin’s jag.
Mocking my positive thoughts about being happy forever or every now and then
Happiness has been gone for so long since all my Love’s been lost in the holy Zen
Marginal gods created the good, bad & ugly, co-created bones, you get the gist?
Of being alive, being human, being a mortal, soon to be a corpse, gimme a kiss!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi June XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crushed out of the internet while jammin’ to @BozSkaggs #LoanMeADime LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi June XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crushed out of the internet while jammin’ to @BozSkaggs #LoanMeADime LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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