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Thursday, June 08, 2023

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HARD TO TAKE IT

LIKE A HUMAN

You’ll never, e’er hear me saying anything out louder than this, it’s NOYB & I’m being quite highly polite
You and I have burned the final bridge over the canyon’s void, there is no longer any reason for a church
To say one word or read a sentence or a book is without a value, in the end, essentially you soul search
For the other one you’ve been missin’ since you got laid as every teen should prior to being pure light.

Philosophy 101 or a 400 series graduate course of the living & dying monkey devolution survival groove
Every word expresses the nature of Thought, thinking of ideas using linguistic certainty, Nothing to prove
Money in computer digits or gold, silver or certificated paper back-up to the US currency, One holy ingot
Nobody will know since no crime can be surmised, although the evidence is circumstantial, to be or not.

Water drying up fast, looking for water on another planet, any vapor of oxygen and hydrogen & a wife
No underground water on other planets yet there’s ICE just like there’s spent star dirt from a big bang
Somebody found out that the souls have slowed down comin’ down here to Earth, a population bong
Smoked it up in the persuasive program of DNA to avoid child rearing from teenage years to half a life.

Mirrors are for the reflection, but the light is required, it’s insufficient to have a little, it’s a shame sin
You & I won’t even want to cease to be when it’s our time to blow, we’ll wanna survive the tribal scree
My green lantern was bright even though I picked it a day earlier than I intended, lightening got to me
There’s a taxicab that’s rollin’ up and down the streets of the city, all law enforcement are my own kin.

It will take you from the dregs at the bottom of the foundation to the upper stratosphere of our Fear
In no ridiculous way, the only way to go is down or up, not forward or backward, none of it is my fault
Maybe it was my greatest grandmother & greatest grandfather who I will never know even existed at all
Out of my control to behave as if under a drug induced coma, experts say I’m their signal to make it fall.

Civilization of eagles written on holy, dark cave walls when they got lit with sparks of fire, devil’s afraid
That Truth will be known by the ignorant & the wise, descended from the Big Bang of God’s cosmic fade
Guitars four, six and twelve string in one form or another, got picked or just plucked a whole idiot psyche
Practice the same buzz licks over again until you don’t need to think about Scat I’m croonin’ at the mic.

Shields diverted the rounds of lead balls & silver bullets, through my heart and soul, I disappeared, ghost
All that I was didn’t matter a lick, understood or not, rigor mortis wins & ends the finale, all about a host
Froze ice-H2O mutation of the starfire closest to our fingers, toes & God’s psychic effect, singularity afoot
Conception from gametes, love or the natural thrust of species’ Will to Survive at all costs, drunk on loot.

Why you dropped your holy thing into my casket where nobody ever lied within but the shell of my ball
Of course, I was that unidentified flying object, under the radar from seven to seventy, then it’s all hush
Buzzin’ & swiggin’ cold ones, a wreckin’ ball crew getting’ blown away into a safe corner, needed a push
Golden geese from games of the princess’ paupers, unloaded lead weight, obedient angels, lied to y’all.

Hooked betwen the fish and the mud in the swamp, my lure isn’t attracting poor hookers suckin’ on head
Pushed around from dusk until dawn, in a dream state that cannot be moved from the dribbling of idiots
Balls thrown, snowballs right through picture windows, quarter inch thick of shattered, glass blood clots
Pink or ultra-violet blue, infrared or deep purple, between the yellow, orange, green & sour graffiti dead.

Nobody that’s a male will take it like a man, all men conceived half woman, it’s an XX & an XY equal
From nothing at all to giving a hoot about, everything you can imagine, breathing in & out, until y’all fall
Downloaded the immaculate conceptions, it’s all water under the bridge, there’s nothing more to say, so
It’s all about hell above the center, middle of nowhere without anything subatomic, throw a naked blow.

Harder than a soft cushion I need on hand & foot as you drift into the dream realm of sleep, woke deep
State of being or not being, dead or alive, multiplication of the acid divide, nuclear TNT Einstein to keep
Watch & see, light moves fast as supersonic sound, mystic invitation to trip a nervous, bad, psychic break
Down so far, there’s nowhere else to go, for an inappropriate giggle, hind teat to rattle, I roll & you shake.

Jelly beans, jelly donuts, jelly & peanut butter, I want it all, chocolate milk in a wax carton, #Kills us all
On this frequency’s wavelength, to cause the causes that caused the very First Cause that couldn’t be
Light is out, Time ends it all over Space, compared to zero on a time line, Nothing is nugatory rhythms
Pencil-necks or egg-heads, all bumps on a log near leaping frogs that taste like chicken winged spasms.

Mom & dad were absolutely right, if you’re alive at any point between the dawn & dusk, then it’s a door
Up into the doors and shutters of perception, senses heard, seen, smelled & tasted of the pimpled whore
In darkness everything’s OK but when you shed light upon the scenic physical world, boom there it is, sir
Bums ne’er do well junkies who want & get the life and death everyone gets on Earth, Liberty ain’t free.

What freedom is cannot be expressed in mere words but you will know what it is if you lose it, even a bit
Restriction of your Will to be or not to be is affected by the cause and effects of your ecstatic misery skit
Play off stage, playin’ the fool, gorging midnight snacks, gold rings' man-woman, Ding-Dong, y’all rang
Skin-So-Soft aware of the sweet/sour, hard candy swing of delight, Yin Yang of the whole G.D. shebang.

Confused subjects and objects predicated upon the facts of life that cannot be written nor said by word
It’s the nature of beasts in the field of foul and fair balls between the lines from home to bleacher wood
Cheering or booing for the home team’s prowess or failure to compete with the good sport, evil #Oppo
Game’s got rules, start to finish, win, lose or draw, play ball in a field of dreams & now, we all woke, Bro!

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by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June 8th, 2023 MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{Produced out of my muse’s invisible form while jammin’ to @ACDC #Thunderstruck link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM & @VanMorrison #Wavelength link @ https://youtu.be/SThHPgmRsi0 & @KORN #WordUP link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw & @BruceSpringsteen #HighHopes link @ https://youtu.be/rOPDhoZH91g )
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
MY MUSE, HER NAME IS . . . #MergatroID

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