FOUNDED FATHERS, UNGROUNDED SONS, CHICAGOAN TOPGUNS
If & only if… we can see through the façade, the illusionary ruse, son Then you will see the thing itself as it appears right after the body & mind perish, stand accused Of the innocence of the infants and humanity’s recessive genes of cruel, initiation of extinction
Imperfect as empty Space & Center of the universe, what I am is what I am & soon I’ll be dead.
Martyrs and miracles that save their souls from their bodies’ terminal death march, all smoke
In the self-reflective mirrors all around each one of us, lookin’ outside is the same as lookin’ in
Why you would do that is because y'all hankerin' to feel like an immortal that’s gonna die here
Down on the ground of being, this Mother Earth planet, 3rd rock from the Star, my fathers care.
Knowing that wisdom and the ability to formulate deductive arguments is the whole dirty joke
That you’re an accident or a purposeful legacy of what is no longer alive anywhere in the poke
No pigs, no four or two legged animals, no reptiles or insects, no bacteria & nothing to be viral
Except for commands wrote on sheets of stone, pretend it’s a Moses mosaic, @Ai hello, to Hehl.
All in or all out, the matter and energy concepts get analyzed & deductions remain, all about ‘if’
Conditional upon the assumptions of the premises’ truth, Justice, and the all too humane ways
Deduce this first, would I lie to you? Have I ever lied to you? Wait, I am gonna lie to you now
You are a good human being and you will be rewarded after death with a free ticket to paradise.
Higher than heaven & lower than hell, it’s the joint in the middle of nowhere, kinda of like Earth
Without the H2O liquid that makes up 4/5 of the planet’s mass, the rock would look like the dirt
No mud, just stone rock that follows an orbital magnetic attraction to a flaming photogenic output
If you’re a Singularity, you’ve got the ticket, you’re already gone, already there playin’ the flute.
You know you’re trippin’ when strangers and friends agree that you’re a mean & nasty one
Used to be very nice to me, used to be very mean to you, we completed the yang’s yin, son
Meant to be or not, fortune applies to the steps your takin’ back & forth to the dreamscape
In the bed’s silk sheets, wool blankets to keep the cool & cold blood warm, a leap to escape.
Woke up still dreaming, ain’t wakin’ up anymore, eyes wide open forever & ever, nevermore
Crows and magpies got my attention since I’m what scares them crows, don’t speak, my chore
Just hangin’ there on a wooden cross of timber, like Jesus only already dead & gone, not god
One bunch of bloodless hay inside of the costume humanity left over in a purple BMW hot rod.
Out of the weirdo’s hair and into the jaws of the killer whale, swallowed up in a deep dive Sur
Big it was unless you’re a giant thing, mindless or just a creation with a will to survive, the Big
Where the land has been blasted by salty waves and whittled into the beginning of the Ends
Nowhere but the End to follow the Beginning origin of Air, Water & Rock, it’s a dirty, filthy gig.
Not Pan, the fairy but Peter the giant who towers over nine feet and an inch, too tall to spring
On my father’s grave, I swear that my mother’s grave is right next to his, no room, bell will ring
Underground in a couple of holy, blessed boxes that you had to pay for before they threw dirt
I caught the slung mud, made it into a large chunk of nothing anybody wants, go now, squirt!
Files of the complete show are now deleted and purged from the logs, hard rockin’ on slates
Fools rush into caves to commune with the stalactites & stalagmites, like being on blind dates
With your sister’s best friend, daughter of your father’s brother from the clan of your wife’s kin
Folks know a little and they guess the rest, nothing else you can do about it, just lay back sin.
Imaginary work of the invisible UFO is merely the imaginary phantasm of your mama’s eyes
She saw, she forgot about it & remembered the moment before her sudden death higher lies
Gentle as the light rain on the hot, tin roof makin’ the noise that kept me awake all night long
Honesty is a liar’s way of pretending to be Righteous & Just, as there’s no way, right or wrong.
Dogs growling in your closet but there’s nothing in there, just the growl noise, sounds real dope
I assume the ghost of a canine is caught in the hanger area or atop a shelf full of baseball caps
Listen slowly instead of quickly, let it sink in so that you’ll ne’er forget the holy communion sin
Sorry to have the mortal, original venality of the Free Will, it’s all mine, Undergrounded in vain.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, June XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @911 PMPST
{ Fools singin’ as I completed the mission, jammin' to some @Bruce_Springsteen #DevilsAndDust on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
The Gods Were Here Again!
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