GIMME THE SILVERY GOLD, BOY SCOUT LUNCH MONEY
Fear of you & your family, your friends, girls & boys, good, bad & ugly ass heads too
One, two, three, four, six or eighteen wheels to roll this world around in a circular jerk
Nothing is like this life, you’ll know at the end but I know right now, right here in Blues
Every soul owes the payment, breakin’ even & never breakin’ bad in the paid union dues.
Smoke from the smothering burn, overwhelms your sense of smell & reason, seek shelter
After it all burns down, the weeds' seeds will replenish the fauna for the helter skelter fear
Of all too human rats’ cousins & friends who climb, burrow & swim for the demons, no fuss
High up on Mount Olympus or Mars, Saturn, Neptune, Pluto or at last but not least, Uranus.
Harmony & chaos happen regardless of mankind’s wish to be an immortal soul, all too human
Full of empty space with stuff nobody wants or cares about, a used pastime of the Matter, Mani
There is no revolution, the status quo is written on the granite headstones of our grandparents
Engraved name & a trite favorite life thing, all you can see with eyes wide open, granite dents.
Recollection of the bait & tackle for the trips & fish I never caught in a river, a lake or the ocean
Had a notion that I wanted to trick the fish & game to see if I could kill & eat ‘em on a spits-hot fire
For reason and rhyme you dine with yourself, for no good reason at all, prose means you eat alone
Full tank of gas, you’re gonna die either on empty or with fractured 207 human bones, It Is Done!
Bright as the stars in the distance when they are invisible to the eyes of men, blue sky or clouds
All you’ll get is what you deserve as a payback for your karma, being a cause of special effects
Air breathed in and out of you & I is the key to the understanding of why we’re all here & now
We're here & now in a bell jar, bunch of graves brought on by gravity & inferior DNA alpha code.
Seven figures of the numbers can’t be less than one nor more than nine, dish gone for a spoon
Loving or just liquidated, funky matter in a subatomic frenzy once introduced to devils & dust
Ground beef, fowl, swine at the BBQ, rock not liquidated or aerated inside Singularity’s gust
Deeper than a sunken treasure invisible forever, my gift to you, all I have, all that I am, a rune.
Conclusion of uncertainty is all I have for myself, my kin & amigos/amigas, we surf with an alien
Incredibly stupid to be blinded by faith in invisible beings from starlit, etheric arms’ divine fault
They ain’t God or we’d already know about them, a bible or a Moran or bhagavid gita of occult
All or none of the above is true or false, both cannot be true, both cannot be false, I’m One Zen.
If I am not One then who is the One? None of the Many are the One, that’s for certain, factoid
Comfort and discomfort are all there is, avoiding pain and suffering that follows, man’s android
Nobody gets out of this world alive, nobody came back from the dead corpses that eat our soul
Dead humans, dead animals, dead plants, dead air broadcasting 50,000 watts of acid in a hole.
One, two, three, four, six or eighteen wheels to roll this world around in a circular jerk
Nothing is like this life, you’ll know at the end but I know right now, right here in Blues
Every soul owes the payment, breakin’ even & never breakin’ bad in the paid union dues.
Smoke from the smothering burn, overwhelms your sense of smell & reason, seek shelter
After it all burns down, the weeds' seeds will replenish the fauna for the helter skelter fear
Of all too human rats’ cousins & friends who climb, burrow & swim for the demons, no fuss
High up on Mount Olympus or Mars, Saturn, Neptune, Pluto or at last but not least, Uranus.
Harmony & chaos happen regardless of mankind’s wish to be an immortal soul, all too human
Full of empty space with stuff nobody wants or cares about, a used pastime of the Matter, Mani
There is no revolution, the status quo is written on the granite headstones of our grandparents
Engraved name & a trite favorite life thing, all you can see with eyes wide open, granite dents.
Recollection of the bait & tackle for the trips & fish I never caught in a river, a lake or the ocean
Had a notion that I wanted to trick the fish & game to see if I could kill & eat ‘em on a spits-hot fire
For reason and rhyme you dine with yourself, for no good reason at all, prose means you eat alone
Full tank of gas, you’re gonna die either on empty or with fractured 207 human bones, It Is Done!
Bright as the stars in the distance when they are invisible to the eyes of men, blue sky or clouds
All you’ll get is what you deserve as a payback for your karma, being a cause of special effects
Air breathed in and out of you & I is the key to the understanding of why we’re all here & now
We're here & now in a bell jar, bunch of graves brought on by gravity & inferior DNA alpha code.
Seven figures of the numbers can’t be less than one nor more than nine, dish gone for a spoon
Loving or just liquidated, funky matter in a subatomic frenzy once introduced to devils & dust
Ground beef, fowl, swine at the BBQ, rock not liquidated or aerated inside Singularity’s gust
Deeper than a sunken treasure invisible forever, my gift to you, all I have, all that I am, a rune.
Conclusion of uncertainty is all I have for myself, my kin & amigos/amigas, we surf with an alien
Incredibly stupid to be blinded by faith in invisible beings from starlit, etheric arms’ divine fault
They ain’t God or we’d already know about them, a bible or a Moran or bhagavid gita of occult
All or none of the above is true or false, both cannot be true, both cannot be false, I’m One Zen.
If I am not One then who is the One? None of the Many are the One, that’s for certain, factoid
Comfort and discomfort are all there is, avoiding pain and suffering that follows, man’s android
Nobody gets out of this world alive, nobody came back from the dead corpses that eat our soul
Dead humans, dead animals, dead plants, dead air broadcasting 50,000 watts of acid in a hole.
Time is up, a deadline has come, it’s easy for even a blind, deaf & dumb man to conceive it all
Atoms, molecules, gas dealing with spontaneous combustion & gravitational collapse of the ball
Confusion or dope-induced ignorance and artificial intelligence of a powerless ego, frozen soul
I don’t care, you don’t care, nobody cares, all dead aren’t talking, all alive living in a cereal bowl.
Ecstatic to be entertaining the existence of gods outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, you idiots
Well, it wasn’t my idea, it was a saint or a pope, maybe a cardinal just a high priestess of kids
Continuous commotion in the predators’ halls where wise men fear to go, all boys’ high sword
Function of the calculus and metaphysical malfunction related to the reality of the Real World.
Got bent as far back as I could, not being double-jointed in an area where bones meet tough skin
I’m in a dog’s infinite loop with you baby, like it or not, it’s in history books now, Sin’s hard to find
Loving moment of that first tiny bite of Apple, started off way ahead of where I left off, I’m all in
Here’s the truth, the hungry will eat whatever looks like FOOD, might be me, might be your hind.
Open book from your lips to God’s ears, that’s true love, come on now, you know I’m alright to be
Or not to be, it’s always the 64,000-dollar question without an answer, just a last gulp/gasp for thee
Better men & better women have come & gone than the ones leftover for us to propagate the rumor
Talked about love with my baby, true love I mean for real as in die for you, if it was gods at the door.
Battles and wars end with that last thought in your mind, be the good times to kill all the bad times
In Space, this was all the accidents ever needed, true love of life, eating the dead until death comes
Twilight zone, out of the blue just like every unexpected surprise, a smile, a giggle, laughin’ pure joy
Truth annihilation of denial, babies loved girls, unknowns fell from wombs, girls loved mama’s boys.
Lookin’ for knowledge or wisdom during existence if there is any, it’s hidden in wide open Space
Time of the Earth’s rotation and orbit around the white dwarf you see without clouds in your face
Before and after your last look at the things themselves, this and that will remain the same, at One
Without you, I’m unknown, with you, I’m unknown, everything’s just fine, True Love is all, my Son!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, August XIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
{ Drafted this out the North Wind while jammin’ to #TrueLove @GlenFrey on youTube link/loop @ https://youtu.be/pBhfzkR-AG4 }
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