ON POKIN' A GHOST & BEING A GHOSTY-HEAD
I walked away as a Cheshire cat with a pocket full of dough, bucks I got from a black hole harbor
No plan or blueprint for the random chaos in or out of the Bush, flatland’s forests or deep sea’s caves
Swam, jogged, got to the finale of the play before I knew it was even comin’ then I got hit by the car
On my bike, ridin’ down the road & the dog came across my path, swerved & got killed, Jesus saves.
On being a character, playing actor in the pretender saga, infant to old man or elderly woman I avoid
Puckered up in a corpus dillecti without ever downloading the data to me or my bitten apple android
Of course, if you abstract thought into a solo conceptual analysis, only you & an empty space lover
Nothing more nor less than what’s always been happening, Oneness in a solar death flame thrower.
Bumps to get over the humps and that is the test to see if you can handle the essence of being Me
Nobody but I can do this, can’t ask for aid for dependent mothers & children, cash-cow better to flee
Far away from debits & credits online or the greenbacks you’ve never even seen with a naked eye
Thinking you got supercool just by mocking your idols and role model, puffed up morons, an idiot-pie.
You got down when everyone else got high, incomprehensible dilemma of a macroscopic shebang
Atomic, subatomic or supratomic, in an effort to encompass the matter’s empirical nature, it’s a fang
To puncture the thin skin and draw the blue blood before the red begins to ruin the atoms’ big teats
Paws, claws, hands, feet, tenacles & sharp teeth, recycle the moons gone into all too human feats.
Of Truth, Justice & unamerican ways of the minions who have no power, no wisdom, nothing at all
Nothing matters to them or anyone who breathes air, language doesn’t matter in a tower of Babel
Subjects, verbs, objects, predicates to obfuscate the present and past trips for the future is pending
Doom results without awareness of threats to the Air & Water from the Sun’s hot fire & my singing.
I’m pinchin’ my arse right now to see if I can wake myself up, it’s now workin’ so I’ll be so woke now
I will begin by trippin’ on thinkin’ that I know something that nobody else on Earth knows, holy cow
Knowing what’s unwise to tell anyone other than ones who deserve to know, not an enemy of mine
Kings, queens & servant paupers who ate & shat to stay alive for revolutions of sons & a hot sun.
Any angels & devils in all dimensions of Time are like witches and warlocks, a mutant paramecium Id
From One comes One too Many, here we go again, blind faith to irritate the consciousness of a kid
That ‘Kid’, a reference to the one inside of us all, the deep one in a shallow skull, don’t need no intro
Breathe deeply, it’s a reward for makin’ it to a finish line, goal achieved, rest in peace, Homer-Dough!
Ultraviolet-Infrared wavelengths are responsible for The Life as we know it, everyone know the facts
Of course, the facts of death are the unknown to the living who never died before a fellow-pharaoh
Jumping around in a circular jerk-off with the cats who run from the dogs of prey, I cease to be Dope
I could be, I would be except for the injection of the philosophical venom I gleaned from the ol’ pope.
Of unholy men & holy women, they’re all too human & nobody gets out without the mortal wounds
Thrust into the body by the stone and metal daggers & swords, steel and invisible yell-word sounds
Raised voices shouting for vengeance against perpetrators of crimes versus deluded, illusory visions
Grandparents fathered & step mothered Homer-broods, the clans, families of species’ proabortions.
My extended background investigation yielded an historical nonsense, evolved to being, son of Man
Leaving no woman behind or in front, a best kept a secret, invisible to a prowling predator Peter Pan
You & I will always know, we’ll always remind the ones who forget that this is all there is for all of y’all
No heaven nor hell for Obedient & Cheerful boy scouts, evil boys’ & good girls’ malfunction via screw.
I got neighbors, ain’t goin’ nowhere, this side, that side, front and back in the woods, love ‘em all, see
Used to have ‘em, now I’m way up high in Space, above the fray, no more air B & Bs for my skies’ blue
No more wood for fires, I’m the flame and heat’s the essence of my core, like my dad taught, got grew
My arse was so hot, I thought I’d been hot too long or BBQ’d way out back in the Pines, smokin’ OG.
Peel the peach & don’t hit the truck or you’ll meet the preserves that’s been in a reservation’s destiny
Thinkin’, you got it made on a boss hog trip down Rte. 66, peach truck chuck full of wood, I hit the tree
Now I think I’m above it all, but I may be deceived, could be below it, in any case, can’t tell the difference
Smoked the plants in papers & in plastic, underwater or in an air-fryer, get off on hallucinated nonsense.
Two choices for us all, laugh or you cry, no other way to be alive or make sense of being here & now y’all
Neighbors quiet when they’re asleep, the bonfire is out, empty bottles are on the lawn, we all had a Ball
Now, it’s time for silence and the gold of saying & doing nothing but what I do so well, unmoved movin’
Rebels & compliant ones all in the same boat, rowed or powered by oil-gas, my baby keeps me groovin’.
Onto a system of cause & effect, we’re involved down deep, whether approved or rejected, as forsooth
You bargained to get here on the top of the star dirt, the Earth is just that, rejected, blown God’s dusted
Gold or silver, mercury or lead, the thing is the heart is beating & it’s all beautiful if you know the Truth
Got a chick on the side, got another, a better lover off to the left or the right, it matters to Egos, all dead.
Dazed into clarity of functional of calculus, it’s on a graphic interface bell curve, blind man said, not I
It’s all latitude of our attitude which elevates life's experience of being happy while living above Dirt
Bury me not, ain’t gonna be in the old dead bones you’ll burn or bury or dump in an orgasmic spurt
Here, now, don’t chop off the witch's noggins, interdiction Ma Earth’ll gitterdone, life's all gonna die!
No plan or blueprint for the random chaos in or out of the Bush, flatland’s forests or deep sea’s caves
Swam, jogged, got to the finale of the play before I knew it was even comin’ then I got hit by the car
On my bike, ridin’ down the road & the dog came across my path, swerved & got killed, Jesus saves.
On being a character, playing actor in the pretender saga, infant to old man or elderly woman I avoid
Puckered up in a corpus dillecti without ever downloading the data to me or my bitten apple android
Of course, if you abstract thought into a solo conceptual analysis, only you & an empty space lover
Nothing more nor less than what’s always been happening, Oneness in a solar death flame thrower.
Bumps to get over the humps and that is the test to see if you can handle the essence of being Me
Nobody but I can do this, can’t ask for aid for dependent mothers & children, cash-cow better to flee
Far away from debits & credits online or the greenbacks you’ve never even seen with a naked eye
Thinking you got supercool just by mocking your idols and role model, puffed up morons, an idiot-pie.
You got down when everyone else got high, incomprehensible dilemma of a macroscopic shebang
Atomic, subatomic or supratomic, in an effort to encompass the matter’s empirical nature, it’s a fang
To puncture the thin skin and draw the blue blood before the red begins to ruin the atoms’ big teats
Paws, claws, hands, feet, tenacles & sharp teeth, recycle the moons gone into all too human feats.
Of Truth, Justice & unamerican ways of the minions who have no power, no wisdom, nothing at all
Nothing matters to them or anyone who breathes air, language doesn’t matter in a tower of Babel
Subjects, verbs, objects, predicates to obfuscate the present and past trips for the future is pending
Doom results without awareness of threats to the Air & Water from the Sun’s hot fire & my singing.
I’m pinchin’ my arse right now to see if I can wake myself up, it’s now workin’ so I’ll be so woke now
I will begin by trippin’ on thinkin’ that I know something that nobody else on Earth knows, holy cow
Knowing what’s unwise to tell anyone other than ones who deserve to know, not an enemy of mine
Kings, queens & servant paupers who ate & shat to stay alive for revolutions of sons & a hot sun.
Any angels & devils in all dimensions of Time are like witches and warlocks, a mutant paramecium Id
From One comes One too Many, here we go again, blind faith to irritate the consciousness of a kid
That ‘Kid’, a reference to the one inside of us all, the deep one in a shallow skull, don’t need no intro
Breathe deeply, it’s a reward for makin’ it to a finish line, goal achieved, rest in peace, Homer-Dough!
Ultraviolet-Infrared wavelengths are responsible for The Life as we know it, everyone know the facts
Of course, the facts of death are the unknown to the living who never died before a fellow-pharaoh
Jumping around in a circular jerk-off with the cats who run from the dogs of prey, I cease to be Dope
I could be, I would be except for the injection of the philosophical venom I gleaned from the ol’ pope.
Of unholy men & holy women, they’re all too human & nobody gets out without the mortal wounds
Thrust into the body by the stone and metal daggers & swords, steel and invisible yell-word sounds
Raised voices shouting for vengeance against perpetrators of crimes versus deluded, illusory visions
Grandparents fathered & step mothered Homer-broods, the clans, families of species’ proabortions.
My extended background investigation yielded an historical nonsense, evolved to being, son of Man
Leaving no woman behind or in front, a best kept a secret, invisible to a prowling predator Peter Pan
You & I will always know, we’ll always remind the ones who forget that this is all there is for all of y’all
No heaven nor hell for Obedient & Cheerful boy scouts, evil boys’ & good girls’ malfunction via screw.
I got neighbors, ain’t goin’ nowhere, this side, that side, front and back in the woods, love ‘em all, see
Used to have ‘em, now I’m way up high in Space, above the fray, no more air B & Bs for my skies’ blue
No more wood for fires, I’m the flame and heat’s the essence of my core, like my dad taught, got grew
My arse was so hot, I thought I’d been hot too long or BBQ’d way out back in the Pines, smokin’ OG.
Peel the peach & don’t hit the truck or you’ll meet the preserves that’s been in a reservation’s destiny
Thinkin’, you got it made on a boss hog trip down Rte. 66, peach truck chuck full of wood, I hit the tree
Now I think I’m above it all, but I may be deceived, could be below it, in any case, can’t tell the difference
Smoked the plants in papers & in plastic, underwater or in an air-fryer, get off on hallucinated nonsense.
Two choices for us all, laugh or you cry, no other way to be alive or make sense of being here & now y’all
Neighbors quiet when they’re asleep, the bonfire is out, empty bottles are on the lawn, we all had a Ball
Now, it’s time for silence and the gold of saying & doing nothing but what I do so well, unmoved movin’
Rebels & compliant ones all in the same boat, rowed or powered by oil-gas, my baby keeps me groovin’.
Onto a system of cause & effect, we’re involved down deep, whether approved or rejected, as forsooth
You bargained to get here on the top of the star dirt, the Earth is just that, rejected, blown God’s dusted
Gold or silver, mercury or lead, the thing is the heart is beating & it’s all beautiful if you know the Truth
Got a chick on the side, got another, a better lover off to the left or the right, it matters to Egos, all dead.
Dazed into clarity of functional of calculus, it’s on a graphic interface bell curve, blind man said, not I
It’s all latitude of our attitude which elevates life's experience of being happy while living above Dirt
Bury me not, ain’t gonna be in the old dead bones you’ll burn or bury or dump in an orgasmic spurt
Here, now, don’t chop off the witch's noggins, interdiction Ma Earth’ll gitterdone, life's all gonna die!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 5-6-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Jacked this up while listenin’ to @Curtis_Mayfield #BackToTheWorld in honor of my 2nd return from South Korea back in 1974, during the Viet Nam skirmish, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/kvkBtKi9VIc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
@TM
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 5-6-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Jacked this up while listenin’ to @Curtis_Mayfield #BackToTheWorld in honor of my 2nd return from South Korea back in 1974, during the Viet Nam skirmish, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/kvkBtKi9VIc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
@TM
