LEFT BEFORE THE DEVIL SLITHERED
Highlight the moments you lived before you die in heaven or in the back aisle of a seven-eleven stop
Pricking up your ears with your temper moving along the Time line half-cocked, a lovelorn ape crop
Carafe or flask of brandy, bongs of Panama Red or Acapulco Gold, dry bottom of Tequila glass worm
I’m good and drunk, bad and stoned up against the wall, under the covers of the mighty human form.
Gods can’t come down in here, they have no fortitude for the rocks that roll down the mountain tops
Loaded up with my sticks and stones you threw in my direction, keepin’ them for a rainy day of flops
Out of the lake & river water, only the tiny streams & sewer lines takin’ the best shot to a Rose Bowl
Of bones and skin that can’t be consumed by the fauna who eat it all, every molecule in every soul.
Best shot at the bullseye of obfuscation is right on the money, it’s a trite saying if it ain’t ever false too
Shown everything I had in my arsenal of defense without offense, One, naked ape to the world’s fools
Better place in Space than this one here & now on the Terra Ferma, coast to coast, pole to pole of dirt
Scattered cosmic dust collected to grow a four leaf clover to start over like an infinite repetition of art.
What you don’t know won’t hurt you, it’s a surprise attack like Pearl Harbor, just US, we got Kamikazed
Follow the reasoning, you’re an innocent accident or an intentional will to create another One from Two
Can’t be bought or sold on the black or blue market, no despair in the market of millionaires, sky’s cryin’
But in the end, it’s the Origin that counts from zero to infinity, runs around the universe to beat up Sin.
Revolution of the rocks around the holy, burning, atomic essence of Nothing more than All there is now
What is past, whatever that was that used to be is here and now no more, it’s as caput as the wind blow
In and out of the closed windows and sealed doors, the leak is all there in every drop, hopeless in faith
Incredible accounts from unrelated strangers, except in a sequence of DNA far removed from a wraith.
Song, poem recited in raised & lowered screams from voice box concertos in empty, odorless rest room
Stay in the groove from the origin to the final record skip, you’ll know when you get a taste of the doom
Buggies pushed by young mothers; will they go around in circles until the baby walks & talks as Einstein
Or gets as tall as Wilt or Jabbar, as small as Tom Thumb, bloodless coup d’etat God says, “It’s All Mine.”
Before your birth, after your death by suicide, homicide or natural causes of finite matter in dire atrophy
Nothing we can do about it, enjoy the ride, the days and nights, if lucky in peace, holy love & happiness
Fixed my broken halo, mended my injured wings, I can still fly high as the eagles that cry, but I gotta go
Now and then, I’ll recollect the millions of moments I tripped on baby feet, sticks & stones thrown, bro.
Wolves in the woods, lions, tigers and snakes in the jungle, some you see & some you don’t see
They come & go in and out of your & my lives as if their ghosts, just chimeras of what used to be
Nothing personal, absolutely a generality of the substance and the specific content of matter, ice
Water hard or soft, just hydrogen and oxygen that blew up in a divine dream’s high minded price.
Brews and dead meat concoctions burnt in effigy of the almighty, miscommunion with the creator
All gone at one and the same time, when you get to realize that all you’ve been taught was so, or
Maybe it wasn’t so, created as a history for the things made from mud, blood and old-style beer
Sat down, laid down, fell asleep, dreamt you were here, got woke up by the salt lick of the deer.
Fell down on my head from the Pine tree above me, where I laid my head since I couldn’t get away
From the tired, fading brain instead of alert awareness, got nothing but a fading to black yesterday
Treats were all tricks, none of them lasted for more than a New York minute, the minions are gone
All dead & gone, back to the past when it was the future, before Day 1, this fiasco of the God bone.
Come closer & I’ll whisper this fact in your ear, you’re lucky you’re here but you’re gonna be dead
Of what you eat or what you know will get you so sick that a doctor couldn’t fix the shattered head
Brain works & the mind depends on it, fishing for the answers of why the # the world’s turnin’ papa
In wobbling spins, revolving around the source of photosynthesis and genesis of your l’il ol’ mama.
Villains and heroes die too, just like the common, ordinary folk like us or ones we know, sip prison ice
Some of us are locked up and can’t get free, some of us are free and think that we’re in prison’s price
For disobedience to the law or at least an accusation of infraction, there’s what it is, incarcerated soul
Punishment is to stop the repetition by forcing the evil, bad humans to isolate in an inescapable hole.
It’s all gone down already, this is a mere afterthought, nothing will come of it since Nothing is all of it
Any way you look at the situation, angels ain’t comin’ from stars, it’s your own gamble, we ain’t the chit
Sun never comes out, it’s always right where it always is, all the stars move the unmoved mover’s sign
Spun the spin, grief is all because of misjudged music and words, mind as well get stoned, Life is mine.
Now then, snake out of the grass & up in the tree, hangin’ off a branch, offering a hit of the micro bud
All I did was hit it once, I was all gone before I knew what to do, death came knocking & I killed the SOB
Now death ain’t a threat any longer, it’s just me, myself & I as it was above, now it will remain, the ruse
Last call for alcohol, stuffed the bowl with bang, breathe in, breathe out, that’s all, that’s it, God’s Blues.
Lines from point to point makin’ angles and shapes of things to come in a God’s damned orgasmic eye
Makin’ it all up as we go, there ain’t no blowing of minds around here no more, it’s emptiness DNA fill
Acid in perpetual motion, from Big Bang to Singularity, a microcosm of universal mind in a red thimble
Coming down from a highness I thought would last forever, dream in a dream, it’s over & I’m still high.
I’ll govern the aftermath of the life I’m living right here and now, I got a will to power regurgitated ilk
Just the fix needed for the problem to correct it’s course from the bottom of the drain, more whiskey
One more glass, just leave the 1/5 bottle right there next to the coaster, here’s a C-note, water down
What are you being sad for? Heartbreaks & it heals with someone new, my eagle’s up & done flown.
Pricking up your ears with your temper moving along the Time line half-cocked, a lovelorn ape crop
Carafe or flask of brandy, bongs of Panama Red or Acapulco Gold, dry bottom of Tequila glass worm
I’m good and drunk, bad and stoned up against the wall, under the covers of the mighty human form.
Gods can’t come down in here, they have no fortitude for the rocks that roll down the mountain tops
Loaded up with my sticks and stones you threw in my direction, keepin’ them for a rainy day of flops
Out of the lake & river water, only the tiny streams & sewer lines takin’ the best shot to a Rose Bowl
Of bones and skin that can’t be consumed by the fauna who eat it all, every molecule in every soul.
Best shot at the bullseye of obfuscation is right on the money, it’s a trite saying if it ain’t ever false too
Shown everything I had in my arsenal of defense without offense, One, naked ape to the world’s fools
Better place in Space than this one here & now on the Terra Ferma, coast to coast, pole to pole of dirt
Scattered cosmic dust collected to grow a four leaf clover to start over like an infinite repetition of art.
What you don’t know won’t hurt you, it’s a surprise attack like Pearl Harbor, just US, we got Kamikazed
Follow the reasoning, you’re an innocent accident or an intentional will to create another One from Two
Can’t be bought or sold on the black or blue market, no despair in the market of millionaires, sky’s cryin’
But in the end, it’s the Origin that counts from zero to infinity, runs around the universe to beat up Sin.
Revolution of the rocks around the holy, burning, atomic essence of Nothing more than All there is now
What is past, whatever that was that used to be is here and now no more, it’s as caput as the wind blow
In and out of the closed windows and sealed doors, the leak is all there in every drop, hopeless in faith
Incredible accounts from unrelated strangers, except in a sequence of DNA far removed from a wraith.
Song, poem recited in raised & lowered screams from voice box concertos in empty, odorless rest room
Stay in the groove from the origin to the final record skip, you’ll know when you get a taste of the doom
Buggies pushed by young mothers; will they go around in circles until the baby walks & talks as Einstein
Or gets as tall as Wilt or Jabbar, as small as Tom Thumb, bloodless coup d’etat God says, “It’s All Mine.”
Before your birth, after your death by suicide, homicide or natural causes of finite matter in dire atrophy
Nothing we can do about it, enjoy the ride, the days and nights, if lucky in peace, holy love & happiness
Fixed my broken halo, mended my injured wings, I can still fly high as the eagles that cry, but I gotta go
Now and then, I’ll recollect the millions of moments I tripped on baby feet, sticks & stones thrown, bro.
Wolves in the woods, lions, tigers and snakes in the jungle, some you see & some you don’t see
They come & go in and out of your & my lives as if their ghosts, just chimeras of what used to be
Nothing personal, absolutely a generality of the substance and the specific content of matter, ice
Water hard or soft, just hydrogen and oxygen that blew up in a divine dream’s high minded price.
Brews and dead meat concoctions burnt in effigy of the almighty, miscommunion with the creator
All gone at one and the same time, when you get to realize that all you’ve been taught was so, or
Maybe it wasn’t so, created as a history for the things made from mud, blood and old-style beer
Sat down, laid down, fell asleep, dreamt you were here, got woke up by the salt lick of the deer.
Fell down on my head from the Pine tree above me, where I laid my head since I couldn’t get away
From the tired, fading brain instead of alert awareness, got nothing but a fading to black yesterday
Treats were all tricks, none of them lasted for more than a New York minute, the minions are gone
All dead & gone, back to the past when it was the future, before Day 1, this fiasco of the God bone.
Come closer & I’ll whisper this fact in your ear, you’re lucky you’re here but you’re gonna be dead
Of what you eat or what you know will get you so sick that a doctor couldn’t fix the shattered head
Brain works & the mind depends on it, fishing for the answers of why the # the world’s turnin’ papa
In wobbling spins, revolving around the source of photosynthesis and genesis of your l’il ol’ mama.
Villains and heroes die too, just like the common, ordinary folk like us or ones we know, sip prison ice
Some of us are locked up and can’t get free, some of us are free and think that we’re in prison’s price
For disobedience to the law or at least an accusation of infraction, there’s what it is, incarcerated soul
Punishment is to stop the repetition by forcing the evil, bad humans to isolate in an inescapable hole.
It’s all gone down already, this is a mere afterthought, nothing will come of it since Nothing is all of it
Any way you look at the situation, angels ain’t comin’ from stars, it’s your own gamble, we ain’t the chit
Sun never comes out, it’s always right where it always is, all the stars move the unmoved mover’s sign
Spun the spin, grief is all because of misjudged music and words, mind as well get stoned, Life is mine.
Now then, snake out of the grass & up in the tree, hangin’ off a branch, offering a hit of the micro bud
All I did was hit it once, I was all gone before I knew what to do, death came knocking & I killed the SOB
Now death ain’t a threat any longer, it’s just me, myself & I as it was above, now it will remain, the ruse
Last call for alcohol, stuffed the bowl with bang, breathe in, breathe out, that’s all, that’s it, God’s Blues.
Lines from point to point makin’ angles and shapes of things to come in a God’s damned orgasmic eye
Makin’ it all up as we go, there ain’t no blowing of minds around here no more, it’s emptiness DNA fill
Acid in perpetual motion, from Big Bang to Singularity, a microcosm of universal mind in a red thimble
Coming down from a highness I thought would last forever, dream in a dream, it’s over & I’m still high.
I’ll govern the aftermath of the life I’m living right here and now, I got a will to power regurgitated ilk
Just the fix needed for the problem to correct it’s course from the bottom of the drain, more whiskey
One more glass, just leave the 1/5 bottle right there next to the coaster, here’s a C-note, water down
What are you being sad for? Heartbreaks & it heals with someone new, my eagle’s up & done flown.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, December 9th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’
to @ChrisStapleton link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs?si=CS55GlTU8lr39aKV
}
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