NEVER FORGET, NEVER, YOU SOB'S WILL BE SEEN AT THE GATES (OF HELL NO) !
FREEHOLD FREE BEES, SPIDERS & SNAKES
Knowing nothing about anything at all gets you way off the hook with powers of the bees See the weed, smell the weed, taste the feeling of the supreme dead & gone, if you please
Mowing down the obstacles and flattening out the middle of the edges until the LP skips
From groove to groove, nudging at every scratch, every tic tac punched in for the shifts.
Feel ashamed and bad that you have a man or a woman being full of madness, senselessness
I will leave you with the simple explanation of what you are doing here with the minions’ bliss
In it always and out of it whenever you get the chance to opt out, dismissed the drones’ mess
They left when the going got tough, nowhere to be found, they’re all matter in Time, I confess.
Pain and suffering, pleasure and pain, impinge upon your conscious mind, you fall, you rise up too
Nothing more nor less anybody can hope for, just to be or not to be, a rhetorical question of blue
Knowing the answer, killing the idiot in the Words, yields tan inevitable happy ending of mortal days
Organic nutrients are yours & mine, Love you not, it’s a rose petal pluck, used to be the narrow ways.
Bought and sold your panic to the highest bidder, they were selling weed to kids on the corner lot
Bring you’re a-game to the contest of Con-men & women without confidence, super being a robot
Old brain, faded mind, no comprehension of plum sadness and future happiness of corpse germs
Antibody infused without oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen, no water in the hole from the rainstorms.
Fixed the broken and broke the game when the fix was in, as it’s always been, like it or not, it’s love
What moms & dads do for the species, making the movement of the First Cause of the final detail
Wriggling the chains and streams of consciousness to a halt, naked to the world like a new, ice dove
Flying soon after the egg cracked, landed when the sky pushed down on my pure hole of wet love.
Coming into the end of the saga, it’s disbelief until it’s unconsciousness, that’s progress of vita men
They live and they die but they don’t lie, the truths of men mutate into fallacious, immortal heaven
Probability & possibility are related ape-like qualities of life, logic the substratum of the planet dirt
Subjects predicated until buried six feet underground from the rivers’ planes, this is heaven, Earth.
Melt down your metal into liquid gas, you & I get Karma from the last times we lived, blind faith
In or out of your mind, the cliff upon which you go with someone who masquerades as a wraith
Absolutely incompetent as low IQ idiots raid the market and become the ancestors of the Jetsons
High brow and low IQ need the Earth to animate the malfunction, life on Earth, cell or body runs.
Last gasp of gas, it doesn’t matter if you were the epitome of Evil or the highest angel of the cast
Gods murdered One another from Mercury to Neptune, only Pluto’s left in the middle of nowhere
Your own life is all you have, don’t believe that’s true is A OK, it’s getting’ old & it’s getting’ old fast
Private or public, in or out of your minds’ eyes, it all comes down to this, Life’s never gonna be fair.
I like nothing but due respect, get some of that and you’re a moron but you’re not an idiotic lune
Fundamentally Justice rules nothing beyond life, death is not even a thought much less a concept
Of being available to multiply your count by one or more, no species will survive the stupid loon
Insurrection of your mother & your father is all our fault, they’re deceased by needle & a spoon.
Games to be played with or without following rules but in the end, to the winner goes the spoils
Prick up your ears above your high brows, now you’ll listen to your inner conscience of the royals
Solid as a hollow center of every planet in any solar system or galaxy of every black or white row
Now then, be that as it may, I don’t like spiders & snakes, I’m god of the stage & my name’s Moe.
One of the three stooges isn’t like being the other two low IQ competitors but it’s good creatures
Who’re the neglected evil/live creatures who know nothing about earning livings but steal treasures
Black diamonds, gold and oil in the middle of dirty water and atmosphere, you die if you’re rich too
Nobody gets out of this immersion’s skull & bones alive, on a trip along the Time/Space continuum.
Spiders spin sticky webs, snakes slither from mud to water, prey killed for food pray to God before it
Dead in the water before it multiplied times two, hung down, lowered head, grieving for the old chit
Sucker DJ’s think you’re fly and when the scat comes down from the holes above our ground of being
We gather for the party to hear the beats and blown out speakers of the rock & roll stew of Nothing.
Peers on the fly, all of them gonna die just like our food in our plates, once alive & then caput, zip, out
Of the men and the mice, none are safe from the reaper, in a trap or voluntarily compliant like a slave
Urban and country living fade to black too just like the history of the caveman & Jesus’ cadre of scouts
Lookin’ for believers in blind faith, unbelievable stories written in many languages, edify & rave about.
Glory to the single person’s friend, the married person for being married with children rollin’ the two die
Able to not pay for the goods and services that the single, childless worker pays for by stamps & crediting
Debit cards, milk, eggs, cereal to keep paupers healthy & alive until their teeth fall out the gums, singing
Hot or cold, still able to motivate the army and navy brats, but the air force brats, they’re specializing ice.
Glandular fixation on frontal appearances & posterior regression from here & now back to cosmic soup
Hammered you into submission when the full moon showed the sunlight reflection, Chicago ain’t a loop
Part of the whole shebang, just a place where the elevated train goes around buildings in circles alone
How many men did it take to figure out the ‘L’ I’m guessin’ is thousands, now retired or dead & gone.
Gypsy voodoo helped me see the uv invisibility, nothing could get away & that was always a fragile hint
That you don’t have more than a hundred years to play on Earth, when you die there’s no more life in it
Body & bones empty of the soul, no more animation of the thing itself, it’s just a shame it doesn’t matter
To you & yours, this is a foreign concept to be ignored & shamed into oblivion by the followers of butter.
Cream rises to the top, it’s where I’m swimmin’ & nobody is going to stop me, I can’t swim, I’ll drown
But at least I’ll be clean of the body odor from the dog & pony soldier who died in a battle’s mud ditch
It’s not for me to know but I will say, too much is too much but I need it all, it’s never enough, clown
Before the hereafter, I’m performing acts on stage before the curtain falls, poor man’s son of a bitch.
c. Jeudi, December 21st MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Drafted hot mes while listenin’ to #BodyMindSpirit regeneration on link @ https://youtu.be/a4AmHH8nW24?si=abLBTuxg5lVIFnbk }
Mowing down the obstacles and flattening out the middle of the edges until the LP skips
From groove to groove, nudging at every scratch, every tic tac punched in for the shifts.
Feel ashamed and bad that you have a man or a woman being full of madness, senselessness
I will leave you with the simple explanation of what you are doing here with the minions’ bliss
In it always and out of it whenever you get the chance to opt out, dismissed the drones’ mess
They left when the going got tough, nowhere to be found, they’re all matter in Time, I confess.
Pain and suffering, pleasure and pain, impinge upon your conscious mind, you fall, you rise up too
Nothing more nor less anybody can hope for, just to be or not to be, a rhetorical question of blue
Knowing the answer, killing the idiot in the Words, yields tan inevitable happy ending of mortal days
Organic nutrients are yours & mine, Love you not, it’s a rose petal pluck, used to be the narrow ways.
Bought and sold your panic to the highest bidder, they were selling weed to kids on the corner lot
Bring you’re a-game to the contest of Con-men & women without confidence, super being a robot
Old brain, faded mind, no comprehension of plum sadness and future happiness of corpse germs
Antibody infused without oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen, no water in the hole from the rainstorms.
Fixed the broken and broke the game when the fix was in, as it’s always been, like it or not, it’s love
What moms & dads do for the species, making the movement of the First Cause of the final detail
Wriggling the chains and streams of consciousness to a halt, naked to the world like a new, ice dove
Flying soon after the egg cracked, landed when the sky pushed down on my pure hole of wet love.
Coming into the end of the saga, it’s disbelief until it’s unconsciousness, that’s progress of vita men
They live and they die but they don’t lie, the truths of men mutate into fallacious, immortal heaven
Probability & possibility are related ape-like qualities of life, logic the substratum of the planet dirt
Subjects predicated until buried six feet underground from the rivers’ planes, this is heaven, Earth.
Melt down your metal into liquid gas, you & I get Karma from the last times we lived, blind faith
In or out of your mind, the cliff upon which you go with someone who masquerades as a wraith
Absolutely incompetent as low IQ idiots raid the market and become the ancestors of the Jetsons
High brow and low IQ need the Earth to animate the malfunction, life on Earth, cell or body runs.
Last gasp of gas, it doesn’t matter if you were the epitome of Evil or the highest angel of the cast
Gods murdered One another from Mercury to Neptune, only Pluto’s left in the middle of nowhere
Your own life is all you have, don’t believe that’s true is A OK, it’s getting’ old & it’s getting’ old fast
Private or public, in or out of your minds’ eyes, it all comes down to this, Life’s never gonna be fair.
I like nothing but due respect, get some of that and you’re a moron but you’re not an idiotic lune
Fundamentally Justice rules nothing beyond life, death is not even a thought much less a concept
Of being available to multiply your count by one or more, no species will survive the stupid loon
Insurrection of your mother & your father is all our fault, they’re deceased by needle & a spoon.
Games to be played with or without following rules but in the end, to the winner goes the spoils
Prick up your ears above your high brows, now you’ll listen to your inner conscience of the royals
Solid as a hollow center of every planet in any solar system or galaxy of every black or white row
Now then, be that as it may, I don’t like spiders & snakes, I’m god of the stage & my name’s Moe.
One of the three stooges isn’t like being the other two low IQ competitors but it’s good creatures
Who’re the neglected evil/live creatures who know nothing about earning livings but steal treasures
Black diamonds, gold and oil in the middle of dirty water and atmosphere, you die if you’re rich too
Nobody gets out of this immersion’s skull & bones alive, on a trip along the Time/Space continuum.
Spiders spin sticky webs, snakes slither from mud to water, prey killed for food pray to God before it
Dead in the water before it multiplied times two, hung down, lowered head, grieving for the old chit
Sucker DJ’s think you’re fly and when the scat comes down from the holes above our ground of being
We gather for the party to hear the beats and blown out speakers of the rock & roll stew of Nothing.
Peers on the fly, all of them gonna die just like our food in our plates, once alive & then caput, zip, out
Of the men and the mice, none are safe from the reaper, in a trap or voluntarily compliant like a slave
Urban and country living fade to black too just like the history of the caveman & Jesus’ cadre of scouts
Lookin’ for believers in blind faith, unbelievable stories written in many languages, edify & rave about.
Glory to the single person’s friend, the married person for being married with children rollin’ the two die
Able to not pay for the goods and services that the single, childless worker pays for by stamps & crediting
Debit cards, milk, eggs, cereal to keep paupers healthy & alive until their teeth fall out the gums, singing
Hot or cold, still able to motivate the army and navy brats, but the air force brats, they’re specializing ice.
Glandular fixation on frontal appearances & posterior regression from here & now back to cosmic soup
Hammered you into submission when the full moon showed the sunlight reflection, Chicago ain’t a loop
Part of the whole shebang, just a place where the elevated train goes around buildings in circles alone
How many men did it take to figure out the ‘L’ I’m guessin’ is thousands, now retired or dead & gone.
Gypsy voodoo helped me see the uv invisibility, nothing could get away & that was always a fragile hint
That you don’t have more than a hundred years to play on Earth, when you die there’s no more life in it
Body & bones empty of the soul, no more animation of the thing itself, it’s just a shame it doesn’t matter
To you & yours, this is a foreign concept to be ignored & shamed into oblivion by the followers of butter.
Cream rises to the top, it’s where I’m swimmin’ & nobody is going to stop me, I can’t swim, I’ll drown
But at least I’ll be clean of the body odor from the dog & pony soldier who died in a battle’s mud ditch
It’s not for me to know but I will say, too much is too much but I need it all, it’s never enough, clown
Before the hereafter, I’m performing acts on stage before the curtain falls, poor man’s son of a bitch.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Jeudi, December 21st MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Drafted hot mes while listenin’ to #BodyMindSpirit regeneration on link @ https://youtu.be/a4AmHH8nW24?si=abLBTuxg5lVIFnbk }
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