Thursday, July 27, 2023

#HotHittingSomethingSoftWetWild #DiesInThreesTimesNine RIP TONY BENNETT, SINEAD O'CONNOR & RANDY MEISNER

GOT CAUGHT LYING, WE HUNG A BATTER UP

Full of the given bovine scat once you’re born above the bung’s hole, it stinks to high heaven
Being in the middle or at the perimeter of the matter and energy performing in a lion bone den
Peerless among the herd’s followers & leaders who argue in circles for extinction’s Cinderella ball
It’s comin’ so wait for it or not, you may be dead by then but it’s certain death ahead of us all.

This and that, over here and over there, things come and go, actually dematerialize in Space’s time
In the mirror, you see no image reflecting you from the darkness’ empty, atomic fusion’s rhyme
Mummies, corpses without organs, sewed up the empty shell, put lipstick on a pig, pants on mama
Dresses on papa, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents on both sides to accumulate the DNA of RA.

You and I don’t know the things we believe to be true but we have the blind faith regardless, I’m all in
For the duration of days and nights spinning into & out of my #Woke #WideAwake mind of mortal sin
Hottest and coldest days and nights in Evolution of the planet Earth’s spinning revolution, orbital seed
What is the Sun that shines other than our creator and sustainer of this cold & hot, holy, divine speed.

Took it to the streets with & without the fire and flower, both high and low, question weed’s gold burn
High UFO’s and the corpus dillecti are the elephant in the room, the Space of the Cosmos has no Time
Fortune welcomed your mating parents, first cause of you, yourself & what you assume is the evil eye
Given and taken in the spirit of the unknown, SHINING STAR & what it’s been doin’ to you & me, sigh!

Healing the pain’s suffering and making lemonade out of the tree’s lemons, it’s just begun, I’m all in
Again and again in perpetuity, a happening for love or just the thrust of making Life immortally a Sin
Picking and grinning the days and night before I pass out on the gurney or the undertaker’s tin slab
Cold as the Outerspace between Earth & the moon, other planets unseen by eyes without a lens.

To loan the words from an Uncle who wooed Juliette, Romeo said, to be or not to be, no question
I came here in good faith, I’m leaving without faith in anything alive that will admit to original sin
There was never a creator who or which demanded obedience as payment for a Force to be in US
Now you & I know the absolute Truth, we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, alone or on the Hell bus.

Somewhere in the heaven above the Earth’s star stuff, there can be show, ‘cause there’s Hell below
On the way down, it’s all up to you, nobody is in charge, you are nobody, you’re in charge my foe
Divine allies are all down with black holes waiting for Nothing at all but dark matter & eggs’ splatter
One, two, three & fourth dimensions drank Time, Black Jack diamonds & gold is gone, I’m with her!

I had a secret that nobody told me about but I forgot what it was, I know I couldn’t say the words
So, I had to recollect the content without allowing my mind to be read by psychics & psychiatrists
Locked tight as a vacuum without gas, Nothing more secure than absolutely, microscopic dirt balls
Fuzz-distorted intellectual compilations of recollected & predictable history of sacrificial downfalls.

Human, Man & Woman, come & go with the wobble, any time or place, accidentally cow under bull
Undercover brothers and sisters without parental guidance or supervision are the tools of the Roses
Flowers above the seeds and stems grown out of the star dirt leftovers, funk of the Void & the Null
Spears of pointed, jagged rock from another planet, not of this Earth, proves that aliens are losers.

Came here in Time & Space to see what we all have done, before & after the present crowd of herd
Understanding the reality of Nuclear weapons amongst us, proves that extinction is immanent too
For us & them, every star from here to Alpha Centauri will know the Blow, appears to be Supernova
Enjoyed the awareness in gaol, underneath the underworld’s complex, you are dead, “aye como va?”