HERE IN MY HEART, THE BEST OF MY LOVE
You have not looked ahead far enough to see the forest through the pine and redwood tree
Wind burned them down accidentally or on purpose, don't try to understand why but you seize
As soon as you accept the truth of the understanding, that will be the day of regression's scree
Sleep tight as you will from now until you escape the process, regression in the Milky Ways.
Bowling in alleys before the knife fights between the sharks & jets, as if they've got the turf
Blocks of businesses & residents of flats and condos, paying the gangs for the privilege to surf
On time or early for everything you cannot be late for, including your own stillborn birth war
Between your mothers' loins where your fathers' guns got pointed into oblivion, here you are.
On time and on target for the bull's eye or any circle around it as near to the center as on point
Had it all then lost it all before I knew it, burst a hole in that used to be filled by a twisted joint
I smoked horses before I knew that they were equine death warrants into the CIA contractions
Talking about this & that atomic to cosmic place in Time & Space, historical misrepresentations.
Talking to yourself just to get the thoughts written down from the zero's emptiness, temptation
In or out of the shadows, there's no mercy for anything in the end, innocent & guilty mortal sin
I don't care, Buddha don't care & that's all that matters to me, your God ain't mine, go in peace
Learned that Latin when I was seven, to serve the mass of the master who never showed a face.
Being good, being bad are easy but being ugly is impossible for the beautiful above us & below
Harmony in direct synchronization with the peristaltic waves in the ocean's load of sandlot flow
Killed no deputy down there, no sheriff was save though, hard as it was, I shot the sheriff as well
Not all good for the sheriff but the fact is, the sheriff was a jerky boy I went to school with in hell.
Ears pricking up when the vibrations mean something like flight or fight time, offense or defense
That's all a matter of Time in Space, causes that create effects, scientific facts and a sixth sense
Psychotic and neurotic teachers who were motherless children teach the children well, the fact is
By osmosis, boys and girls imitate the men and women they see walking in and out of the room.
In a hurry to get to & from the restrooms to relieve yourself of the things you ate & drank today
The astronauts have a hookup in outer space, maybe a pamper big toddler size of dump flombet
Artistic yet simply a natural disaster waiting for the lights to go on in the room, click, there it is
It's all cornbread and the chitlins in the plate, my fork's & knife's all in, you're the sharp edges.
Opened the blinded eyeballs' eyelids to let in the black light, everything turned ultraviolet pie
Dots in between the lines where the angels fear to go, meaning & the answer to the mystery
Untold in the sentence or paragraph, a pointed way at the crossroads is the godsend gods-eye
Sensation taste and smell touches the soul, eye for an eye tooth, taste smacked out the big guy.
Hotter than you can handle, form of woman, toe to brain-mind of human destiny, mutated DNA
Came out of the apes which were all too human, input the curiosity that killed the cool cats' pay
Day that will live in infamy, when the bombers killed our babies & our property taxes defenses
December Seventh, Nineteen Forty One, #NeverForget it's all history, best of my love's offenses.
Murder of white crows, murder she wrote, you're killin' me with this bloody murder, you can't tell
Clap your hands like you want to join the party or the One you know you ain't met, ring me a bell
Hard licks will get you to the end just like an aborted entry past the womb, same place, nighty day
Hard rocks just blasted apart at the sign of being apart from another thing, millions of miles away.
Knowledge scent, a smell of wisdom means fools' rules are the only thing any idiot wants to know
Meaning the exact opposite of what's been said, being a figure of ridicule to the jokers who riddle
With real subjects & fake objects predicated without any ultimate purpose, nothing at all, in a Void
Bills & fools' gold to pay are what they are, you will die, they'll still be, you won't, be an android.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday 12-16-2023 AD @ 1830 hours
{ #ExpressYourself, drafted while listenin' to #MellowBlues link @ https://youtu.be/1xGzqu5LRRw?si=8NwzLPCXZ5Rbxdn3 }
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