#NINEunouno
If any of this is important, it'll follow us like karma stuck in honey bee wax, no way to escape an obit
Right there in front of backward minds of the most ungrateful among us, they hung an innocent guy
Hangman was the guilty party & that was no fabrication of Truth, judge's cool execution on the fly.
Dreamer gets the authority to wake up or remain dead asleep with no clue that it’s all a chimera tale
Of origins & final destinations in a fog of ignorance about what happened before the sex & love fail
Think therefore you are here & now, fearless or hiding from shadows that never disappear in daylight
In the corner of the eye of a beholder, shadow of shape & form morph the Earth plane like a box kite.
Disguised more inside the head than outside of the whole persona, body & soul, skintight, skin deep
Skintight like snare, tom-toms & floor tom by the bass drums, without which there’s no Rhythm beat
Plugged into the electric outlet but the juice has been leaking out of the bottom, red hots to overheat
Everything on the red hots, hot peppers, relish, onions, mustard, ketchup on a poppy seed bun heap.
Nothing better than the memory of this when you can’t get one, nowhere in sight of the radius of Me
Wind and fire making the most of the vacuum of air between oceans of salt H2O, funky words skippy
Plows put down, land gone fallow leaving your mother wondering where she’s gonna get the vittles
Out the hogs chitlins and the black eyed peas there’s a concert in the pigpen, it’s called high heaven.
Happiness is hidden up in there because the bad boys & girls want it & can’t have it, not my peaches
Extinction of the souls is all that there ever was for them, never got that last cold glass of lemonade
I think I’ll try makin’ a pitcher of my own brew, I’ll know the magic spell it’ll cast upon the psyches
Glisten in darkness, impossible cascade of royal purple & cherry red, ending ultraviolet & infrared.
Stay with me, follow the lead, it’s sour & sweet when you mate & then find that it’s a ruse, a sham
Painting of the unreal, the imaginary scenes of a Kodak film of negatives morphing into a grand slam
Over the fence in deep centerfield, it’s too far to catch even for the tallest gargantuan ball player mit
Three strikes, three outs, shut-out three to zip at three o’clock, all for one of the trinities on the spit.
SCARED OF BEING HERE & NOW, YET DEAD & GONE
Will this be on the test & will I be able to use cheat-cheat answers from idiots next to me? Erase itIf any of this is important, it'll follow us like karma stuck in honey bee wax, no way to escape an obit
Right there in front of backward minds of the most ungrateful among us, they hung an innocent guy
Hangman was the guilty party & that was no fabrication of Truth, judge's cool execution on the fly.
Dreamer gets the authority to wake up or remain dead asleep with no clue that it’s all a chimera tale
Of origins & final destinations in a fog of ignorance about what happened before the sex & love fail
Think therefore you are here & now, fearless or hiding from shadows that never disappear in daylight
In the corner of the eye of a beholder, shadow of shape & form morph the Earth plane like a box kite.
Disguised more inside the head than outside of the whole persona, body & soul, skintight, skin deep
Skintight like snare, tom-toms & floor tom by the bass drums, without which there’s no Rhythm beat
Plugged into the electric outlet but the juice has been leaking out of the bottom, red hots to overheat
Everything on the red hots, hot peppers, relish, onions, mustard, ketchup on a poppy seed bun heap.
Nothing better than the memory of this when you can’t get one, nowhere in sight of the radius of Me
Wind and fire making the most of the vacuum of air between oceans of salt H2O, funky words skippy
Plows put down, land gone fallow leaving your mother wondering where she’s gonna get the vittles
Out the hogs chitlins and the black eyed peas there’s a concert in the pigpen, it’s called high heaven.
Happiness is hidden up in there because the bad boys & girls want it & can’t have it, not my peaches
Extinction of the souls is all that there ever was for them, never got that last cold glass of lemonade
I think I’ll try makin’ a pitcher of my own brew, I’ll know the magic spell it’ll cast upon the psyches
Glisten in darkness, impossible cascade of royal purple & cherry red, ending ultraviolet & infrared.
Stay with me, follow the lead, it’s sour & sweet when you mate & then find that it’s a ruse, a sham
Painting of the unreal, the imaginary scenes of a Kodak film of negatives morphing into a grand slam
Over the fence in deep centerfield, it’s too far to catch even for the tallest gargantuan ball player mit
Three strikes, three outs, shut-out three to zip at three o’clock, all for one of the trinities on the spit.
Free or not, you live, you die, you breathe deeply, free or behind the pens bars, rigor mortis sets in
You all can’t remember your friends and family dying and leaving pretty corpses in the casket/coffin
Freedom from Earth is all they for, the spirit’s so out of sight it appears to be long gone, beyond it all
Foam of the salty sea, molten core of the hole in the middle of Earth, makes an orbital rockin’ ball.
If you are God, you’ve gotten lost in the universe, can’t find The Way back to home base, cornered
Between all four of them, the ceiling and the floor, it’s a rat trap, a mouse trap, way too human bed
It’s what happens when you forget the things you should recall, the mystics blow minds into heavens
Or hell fire below, 2 options, here or there, it’s the sum of all inquiry about everything, NOTHING!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 9-ONE-ONE, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Crippled the gods and ghouls comin’ for my soul, immuned to idiocy, wrote this while jammin’ to the tunes right here Harvey @ https://youtu.be/PCjhgiVnYDs?si=l0PKm5vZCzbnTF-I }
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