ONLY ON THE ONE HAND & NOT THE OTHER
Once upon fake fear’s time, I woke up in a dream, it was goofy but there was a war of machines at battle
For birthright to do anything at all, Will to Power could achieve by force without fear of kissin' a little
Nothing personal but the herd is the people & like cattle, they’ll follow rear-ends ahead, just sayin’, done
Not that it’s right or wrong to do, to follow the creed of an unknown dead man or woman, no good reason.
Now & then, this & that must be put in places, in one form or another, alive or dead, above or below fights
Science & Mathematics should get you involved in a matrix long enough to accumulate golden right bytes
Completely complex beyond the range of superhuman comprehension, gas blows middle of a glow, here
Blues run through perceptions & recollections of the program on a screen’s door of perception, no fear.
Nothing personal but the herd is the people & like cattle, they’ll follow rear-ends ahead, just sayin’, done
Not that it’s right or wrong to do, to follow the creed of an unknown dead man or woman, no good reason.
Now & then, this & that must be put in places, in one form or another, alive or dead, above or below fights
Science & Mathematics should get you involved in a matrix long enough to accumulate golden right bytes
Completely complex beyond the range of superhuman comprehension, gas blows middle of a glow, here
Blues run through perceptions & recollections of the program on a screen’s door of perception, no fear.
7 wishes to meet the origin of Cosmos, fact to face without watchin’ bullets fly by my eyes, powder flash
Shopping scams to weasel the hard-earned gold & silver certificates from poor, feckless ma & daughters
Went through all the motions of queens & kings who inherited a kingdom, an illegitimate child spawn
Born to be poor women who had babies for barren rich women, daughter's lives of robber baron pawns.
Fork in the pasta or in the road, either way we’ll need to jam it in, twirl it around a few times, a la dente
With succu succulent sauce from the fresh garlic pot of tomato paste & meatballs of cows, tubesteak spent
Immersed in this impressive & important feast of saints, I ate the funk one more time, an unholy blessing
Saying grace of thanks to Powers that be, supplying what keeps after Life alive in forms or not, singing!
We've been raisin’ our hands since K-12, low to high school rewarded & punished for success at it all
No matter which subject, there’s a predicate & an object, direct or indirect, it'll modify dreamscape real
Small or large modifications of the genome are accidents, good for the end purpose of an dead ink blot
Just what you needed to begin the journey on your knees, beggin' for more than we deserve like it or not.
Pink or blue twins or all yellow & green for the triplets, nice job mother of them all, she’s black & blue
Hurts to be the only way to get a baby born, suffering carrying the load wanting freedom from holy clue
So, you’re fickle, it’s all about a relation to yo' mama's thighs, between 'em down to a holy womb tomb
Where some come & others get down, sliding & twisting on the dance floor, knockin' boots in a room.
I knew it & I guess that I’d forgotten, sometimes I get it wrong, but I got an A for All inhumane effort
Dry yellow hills climbed, coasted down to the end of the race, it ends the same, I wake up, I got hot legs
Like guilty innocent buzz & the stoned ignorant misinformed, blind faith leaps of faith in old Jesus’ sort
As you are, boy, girl, man, woman, priest, minister, preacher of killers, evil alive, devil-food, dozen eggs.
Barefoot & born to Woman & thereafter feet growing in geometric progression to spin & wobble seizes
Complicated by emotional breakdowns in store due to expectations of unreasonable & mortal freezes
Pulling it all together & zippering it up to lock & load lead & powder in a musket blunderbuss, short skirt
Harmony & melody familiar to even deaf & dumb as I am, beer, whiskey, wine & hot buds out the dirt.
Short of a 12 pack again, can’t be another one down the road after the last dirty dozen pains in the rear-end
Not their fault that they couldn’t control fear & loathing of being out of control, no prison cell’s dead end
Pants on the ground of being because you’re a moody home boy, you can’t read with stigmatized eyes
Space between your ears is the same distance between a Milky Way & a stack of King James’ bibles lies.
Sphere or square, all of the points & lines will merge into a black hole singular, it's all One & the same
Day one until doomsday, brings peace & allowance of all, themselves to be what they are, just because
You got no choice, to intervene puts the karmic load on you, stoke happy smoke burnt for the high guy
Old man, my dad, nope, he was a young 24-year-old US Navy Vet, son of a fire chief #CFD, he was fly.
Higher C-notes than Benjamin, vamanos, a matter of time in empty space, Do, Re & Mi go have a bawl
Truth is the springs are wet as the ocean by a beach, fresh water without the salt, we'll die without it all
In a bottle, in a glass or right out of the spick-et we need & we want it, thirsty Will, Power, magic spell
Fall asleep, tired & needing a recharge of consciousness, RIP & rest up before you gotta go to Hehl!
Death is all we’ve got to eat to remain alive, here & now because if death isn’t available, we’ll die a pup
Handles to grab & carry potfuls of dreams that got caught in nightmares I had on Elm Street, straight up
For the sake of fathers & mothers who remained together through thick & thin, salute y'all in a dead pool
Highlighted the lower forty black lights & found out in short order that a function of Word is rollin’ cool.
Watching the time that’s all good roll on down the road, mid or side streets, don’t matter mate, I’m pickin’
Grinnin’ too even if nothing is funny, it won’t hurt much once you stopped breathing & negative thinkin’
Sweet little angel flapped & spread her wings around me, feathers put my knees into jello shots of TNT
All I ever need now, 24/7/365 is that sweet, soul melody playin’ heart strung strings, thirty of the top forth.
Finish line was way back there, I saw it when I passed but I was goin’ double time, so it all slowed down
As if it wanted to reverse time & go backward into the past like a magnetic tape rewind, reel to reel brown
Captured highs & lows that were inaudible on vinyl, plastic or paper matte to keep a needle in a groove
Creatures made from nothing but orgasm, one day to thousands of good & bad years, nothing to prove.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June 4th 2023 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Dropped out of the sky this afternoon while I was listenin’ to @BBKing #GotABadCaseOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Y_sQWnUpB4U }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Dry yellow hills climbed, coasted down to the end of the race, it ends the same, I wake up, I got hot legs
Like guilty innocent buzz & the stoned ignorant misinformed, blind faith leaps of faith in old Jesus’ sort
As you are, boy, girl, man, woman, priest, minister, preacher of killers, evil alive, devil-food, dozen eggs.
Barefoot & born to Woman & thereafter feet growing in geometric progression to spin & wobble seizes
Complicated by emotional breakdowns in store due to expectations of unreasonable & mortal freezes
Pulling it all together & zippering it up to lock & load lead & powder in a musket blunderbuss, short skirt
Harmony & melody familiar to even deaf & dumb as I am, beer, whiskey, wine & hot buds out the dirt.
Short of a 12 pack again, can’t be another one down the road after the last dirty dozen pains in the rear-end
Not their fault that they couldn’t control fear & loathing of being out of control, no prison cell’s dead end
Pants on the ground of being because you’re a moody home boy, you can’t read with stigmatized eyes
Space between your ears is the same distance between a Milky Way & a stack of King James’ bibles lies.
Sphere or square, all of the points & lines will merge into a black hole singular, it's all One & the same
Day one until doomsday, brings peace & allowance of all, themselves to be what they are, just because
You got no choice, to intervene puts the karmic load on you, stoke happy smoke burnt for the high guy
Old man, my dad, nope, he was a young 24-year-old US Navy Vet, son of a fire chief #CFD, he was fly.
Higher C-notes than Benjamin, vamanos, a matter of time in empty space, Do, Re & Mi go have a bawl
Truth is the springs are wet as the ocean by a beach, fresh water without the salt, we'll die without it all
In a bottle, in a glass or right out of the spick-et we need & we want it, thirsty Will, Power, magic spell
Fall asleep, tired & needing a recharge of consciousness, RIP & rest up before you gotta go to Hehl!
Death is all we’ve got to eat to remain alive, here & now because if death isn’t available, we’ll die a pup
Handles to grab & carry potfuls of dreams that got caught in nightmares I had on Elm Street, straight up
For the sake of fathers & mothers who remained together through thick & thin, salute y'all in a dead pool
Highlighted the lower forty black lights & found out in short order that a function of Word is rollin’ cool.
Watching the time that’s all good roll on down the road, mid or side streets, don’t matter mate, I’m pickin’
Grinnin’ too even if nothing is funny, it won’t hurt much once you stopped breathing & negative thinkin’
Sweet little angel flapped & spread her wings around me, feathers put my knees into jello shots of TNT
All I ever need now, 24/7/365 is that sweet, soul melody playin’ heart strung strings, thirty of the top forth.
Finish line was way back there, I saw it when I passed but I was goin’ double time, so it all slowed down
As if it wanted to reverse time & go backward into the past like a magnetic tape rewind, reel to reel brown
Captured highs & lows that were inaudible on vinyl, plastic or paper matte to keep a needle in a groove
Creatures made from nothing but orgasm, one day to thousands of good & bad years, nothing to prove.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June 4th 2023 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Dropped out of the sky this afternoon while I was listenin’ to @BBKing #GotABadCaseOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Y_sQWnUpB4U }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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