CROSSROAD CONNIPTION FIT FOR A QUEEN
Breeze of dreaming nothing but sterile gametes & a fertile egg or two, you get all you get ‘til y’all dead
It’s all my personal fault since the age of reason when I was seven, they all brought me to master Latin
Always knew the unknown was my mission to become at ease with the Truth, Wisdom of Adam’s sin.
Enough blame to move around from here to there in a minute or a century, or Two or Tree millennia
Contents may be kilos or hectares but either way, too much is indeed too much as my mama used to
What’d I say I’ll do even if I don’t say it out loud, I say it inside of my head & my body follows the hen
Onto the end of a short sleeve when all of your cover is all gone, wasted into the land of the freemen.
What’s happening with that key from your dead elders you commandeered from annals of dark holes
If and only if you comprehend and agree with the logic of a conditional premise, deduce my ten goals
Nine are a secret that you will only find out when you’re done breathing this Earth’s gas in and out Zen
On the one hand, you’ve got no arms and you can’t finger it out, even on your six toes, never had ten.
Automatic autopsy of the cadaver reveals the diet and disease of the ages on the 208 bone skin-tags
What’s happening? It’s the happening, blind or deaf, you taste & smell the feeling of the shat bags
Hung onto the web, distracted by the care & love for comfort in a warm spot, not frozen tundra ice
Somewhere in time meaning at some pinpoint of watching & understanding the rolls of these dice.
Roll evens or elevens given to the strong and the weak, snake eyes or goin’ all in on the whooping
Pots’ ass in your pocket but the bad guy wants his back, poor loser, all ready to go to the scooping
Sometimes we’ll live & others we’ll die but, in the beginning, you recall Nothing, as above, below
Hike up to the top of the mountain, psycho persuasion of eating candy before dinner, no appetite.
No time for the easy living of the causes and effects of your mothers & fathers leftover dry tears
They ain’t here no more, it’s only me and it’s only me, humble pie in a big, tin plate from @SEARS
Battlefield tactics required when backstabbers come in & out without knowing the gods’ concern
Bare-hand or cutlery skilled in ceasing the breathing & walking nature of Freak Beasts of burden.
The Going got tough for the minions right in the middle of the battle, the war is a battle for peace
On you and on me that we were conceived without our permission or request, stillborn of a beast
Deeper inside of the outer realm than you ever planned to be, here y’all, right here so let’s blow
Space’s Time's you in a vacuum, fallen into a black hole headed to the Singularity where moms go.
Pregame rules are overruled for the duration of the chess’ tournament, it’s all about the stalemate
Premium value for the cost which allows for zeros and ones, it’s a put-on recommended on a date
Getting ready to mate with the one you have the feeling for, like you always knew she would show
Up or down from the merry-go-round playing hide and seek until there was no other place to go.
Roller coaster flyin’ and makin’ centrifugal and gravitational forces take over your mind’s eyesight
It ends right before the climax, you don’t have a really good vibration until the Beach-boys sing it
Then you know the sand and the waves are really the best an animal or fish could hope for, H2Oz
Without it we’re dead, even an idiot needs to eat, drink & defecate wasted fuel into 9 black holes.
Now and then, recollect that we’re all gonna die, we eat dead plants & a myriad of life forms, AHA!
Don’t ever conclude the argument with the words, because I said so, that will never fly south at all
Birds of a feather flock together for protection, you can pick ‘em off one at a time to feed the herd
High time you looked deep inside your soul that has no place inside or outside of your bone, bird!
Scope out the situation for the following caboose to move into place for the takeover of dead dirt
To procreate as nature drives the psyche of psychos and misfits infected with wanderlust of a squirt
High or low brow moving up and down to signal the OK to attack enemies and defend the crown tin
With or without a badge, the fit survive, the weak succumb to force of thumbs on their tonic & gin.
Humbugs, idols of the civilized barbarians who get full of the ingested scat regurgitated by the elite
Professors, preachers of good, evil & the beyond they’ve never seen or been to, a nightmare dream
Fine points about the most dull explanations regarding the reason for being alive in an evil fist fight
Too soon to realize too much, don’t say I never told you, some day we’ll know, the key to take a right.
It’s do or die, there’s no other way to put it to your children and parents, find this at the get-go, so
Look around and figure it out yourself, let me know if you come up with another explanation blow
Infants to be too old to die in a womb or cocoon of radar and Mylar balloons flyin’ over the Rockies
All you have, bottom lines, ruptured tip tops of the mornings erupting in all too human antibodies.
One divine construct for fear & loathing of being naked & alone without a mighty power to survive it
Devolve & dissolve within the blink of an eye, stay a while & enjoy all moody people who don’t know
That this temporary reprieve from eternity is a gift from the gods, your God, my God’s accidental skit
Playing on a stage of rocks you get stoned & mud that you either sink into or drink until you are dirt.
Played in the bogs & marshes of Louisiana when I went to Mississippi to serve the nation during ‘Nam
Avoided Draft of my lottery number #183 by joining the US Air Force, end of the year I would ‘ve won
Only drafted up to 99 that year in 1971, too late & a dollar short I served 3 years, 9 months & change
Good thing, would have had to get married & had 6-8 accidents of birth, practicing the rhythm, son.
Cream of the crop’s soup that turns hunger and thirst to satiation of celery and mushroom with rice
Living on the ground growth without the protein of carnivorous habits of eating what you killed nice
Bought in a grocery store in a cool aisle keeping the dead from putrefying into petrified tree wood
Rated ‘x’ due to the nature of the Truth, don’t tell the children tales that scare adults really good.
Go further than the origin, backward without a shining star emitting burned out atoms of the gods
Talkin’ the trash I can’t keep out of the garbage mouths taught by the teachers who taught hot-rods
Air is clear, it’s gas the way it comes and goes in a Big Bang or Small Whimper, dust in a South-wind
Turned around in circles for a minute, flipped over and flopped under the killers, heroes of my kin.
Battles and wars fought for whatever fictional reasons were, morphed & mutated the populations
All the parents of everyone have one thing in common, all stranded at the center of unknown sins
Boys filled up girls with more of the same, got old without a choice, gratefully dead, golden dawn
Hard liquor and potent plant fired-up smoke filling the Void with Twilight Zone full of living pawns.
Been to the exits and entrances more than once, in fact, the exit I’m interested in has no entrance
What in the name of the divine immortals can be the problem with understanding this cool trance
Magic spell applied and won’t be seen nor heard about forever, being none of anyone’s business
Except the One I am, the One I was and always will be, conception shout, yo, I’m the #shyt’s best.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER XXVIIth MMXXIII @ 911 AMPST #PostPartemTurkeyDepressionn
{ Killed this monster while listenin’ to @HallAndOats #ShesGone link @ https://youtu.be/A9TFNKPHQng }
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