June's Buggin' Me But First, This . . . #Stones #Starship #Hendrix

QUESTION AUTHORITY, PLAY GAMES FAIR NOT SQUARE

Squareness' attempt to position thyself as the last in line but the first to finish the feat
There is nobody on Earth who may stand in your way other than the gaol prison gate
Only with the threat of punishment worse than death will the inmates obey the law
Survival is tantamount to the only thing a bound soul can hold sacrosanct, life is raw. 

Obviously, there is a smart-arsed retort to the moronic questions of the yellow minions
It’s so short & sweet that most forget they knew something so simple, peels of onions
At one center when there’s nothing left to peel, there’s a nugget of what’s left, forsooth
How something grows around nothing is the mystery that qualifies as the naked truth.

Daring to jump off of the cliff into the black pool of the mine-shaft ravine, a leap of faith
Took me back to the time before my physical conception, when I was neither alive or dead
Higher or lower than the status quo makes no difference once the dye’s molded the path
Illusions of the angels’ Truth that may or may not be true, in fact, may be false gold-lead.

Gods roamed then hid from the things they made from the mud and blood, until we die
Then suddenly we’re held accountable for the things we had no obligation to smoke high
Children of the motherless children grow into the professional slacker, prisoners of War
Between all states of being good & being evil, a trend moving at warp speed’s 3D door.

Repeating identical acts over for infinity is the gist of the Myth of Sisyphus, a sacred low
Yet it’s the way down the middle path of the wise among mankind, woman & manchild
Synchronicity is the Word, the name of a game, alright in the wheelhouse of windy blow
Sipping an extra shot of Tequila made the Margarita look just like My Maria gone wild.

Pursuit of the happiness I’ve had since day 1, day I was born is the remedy of sadness
Nobody can be born again, that’s not possible, but you can change your mindfulness
To be or not to be & why you decide that either answer is justified by a holy, good fight
Not only will there be a quiz tomorrow on the subject but also y’all might die tonight.

Once you’re happy, it’s a positive addiction until you lose it to unhappiness, got a Jones
For a thing itself is everything to someone who knows nothing about anything but bones
Soulless on the bottom of the boots, feet too small to move the cow leather fro and onto
Woke matrix, whiteout of the screen, wiped clear of millions of numbers, What’s The Word?

By all means, take a chance & roll the die to see if you get 7 or 11 on hard time, you’re safer
Inside a pen instead of beginning preface, the ink begins to stir in a whirlwind, I toke reefer
Holier than the vestments upon the sacrifice’s priest of the offering up to the god-o-creator
Minimized, all hard-on the path to enlightenment is eight times eight, Winds of Sixty-Four.

by
r j j stephan, i

Jeudi, June 1st, 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cracked this gem out the nutty Space & Time on Earth while listenin’ to @PeteTownsend #LetMyLoveOpenTheDoor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4FZbcoWrUsw }

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