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SIGNALS IN THE PITCH BLACKNESS, INVISIBLE & SILENT

Fortune’s blind luck combined with my imagination to produce the cosign to go forth
In the same condition you were before your conception, there’s no god of the fake birth
Nothing to carry from point A to point B, no mythological miracle transpiring ‘round it
Utterly innocent of every cause of every effect, whether I’ve a hand in it or not, I’m lit.

Started planting seeds in the country, drinkin’ wine & smokin’ pine in the moonlight
For me & my sanity, I was so happy bein’ back in the world, after two tours of duty chit
Kind to everyone who deserved it, not so much to the jokers who want to be fabulous
Like all of the rest of the losers who restart the engine ad infinitum, it’s cosmic dust.

In and out of the dream that looks like there’s a reason to call it reality, a rolling stone
Upward or downward, hot or cold, soft or hard, it’s all here, now & it’ll all be gone then
Unborn, knee-high to a man, girl or bad boy, Philadelphia freedom boys, all too human
Treasure underground or spread in dirt-mud, blood & olden homes, Tao control ZaZen.

On a boulevard or the avenue, counting on the crows to leave no crumbs for the vermin
On schedule when the big animals who run the show go to sleep, young ones all begin
To sneak out of the windows when the old elders are dead asleep from the hard labor
Brothers and sisters of our mothers and fathers were our aunts and uncles of culture.

Certain death to play beat the clock around all four of the corners on your cell block
Yet, somebody needs to take responsibility for the error or the almighty deity’s cock
Unless we’re all descendants of aliens from either another planet or solar system spin
In rivers, streams & brooks down into our wells, we measure the golden gods we win.

Alien conquerors will burn every bit of the culture’s recollection of too human wisdom
When we’re young, days turn to nights until we get old & the lights dim at a god’s whim
Leaving every cause and every effect you’ve ever experienced in the barristers, in love
With the fifteen percent plus expenses and divine allowance for tax levies from above.

You’ve completed the mission that you weren’t briefed on before your beginning Ends
Like a dream would be if you try to recall what happened during your over-under bends
On the road ‘tween here & there, there’s no One-Way signs, it’s a freeway of exit ramps
From immaturity to senility there’s some interest in between those parallel-line amps.

Words go subjected to predication of people, places & sweet nothings themselves
Not for any trivial reason at all, making predictions out of sentences of G-strings
Lit up the leaves for the sake of the smoke signal to the cerebral cortex, it’s aliens
Like invisible elves who leave the wisdom to apply to the survival of mortality sins.

This is a trip, dig this scat, yesterday I thought that I was as immortal as an azure sky
Today I have found the chink in my armor and it’s nothing but a chunk of Fake News
Devils have lived, that’s why they're beyond good & evil, beyond hope & prayers to Ra
Sun and moon, planets and the constellations of stars throughout the live Void-drama.

Whether you’ve been reproduced via love or a rushed mistake in the heat of a night
It don’t matter in that regard, ‘cause just to arrive on Earth is alright, alright, alright
Future is bright until our last gasp of breath, leaving the rest of the gas behind doors
Packed bags won’t matter, Nothing to carry & Nobody to GAF about us divine whores.

Sirens screaming for my signal to release the hounds from the Trojan Horse fist fight
Nobody will get out alive other than me & the apostles, disciples of the trifecta sight
Happy idiot that struggled for a legal tender, gold & silver, platinum-plastic pretender
Gotta go bye bye and there’s one last thing I’ve got to do before I leave, “I surrender!”

To the Beautiful among the riff raff that requires the plus & minus of the inequality sin
Full of the Left and just short of a full deck of 52, you won’t win the game on #Carson
Being in the chair, introducing the knowns and the unknowns, all to come & go, on/off
It’s the remote button that controls the holy and the wasted refuse of the gods’ cough.

Drilled into your skull through your ears and signed language, seen to mean arguments
Formulations of the ideas & thoughts that hold your attention, focus on the fun & pain
When it’s all gone, you’re all alone and even I fade to black, fade far, so far away too
Can’t deposit anything that’s left, since I gave it all to you to keep safe from wolf brew.

You know when you hear the backbeat and rhythm of the rhyme, you’re in the groove G
From Louisiana to Montana, my bones got it there & in ‘tween the blue jeaned legs, see
Mirror lost the reflection when I broke it into a thousand pieces of glass chips, all over
Place in Space where nobody ventures & nothing’s ever gained, where I am, Yo, lover!

Listen here, one-stop shop, makes your cherry pop, really hits the spot like sugar cane
Honey, just drop wine down, gets two getting’ ready to Tango, girls drivin’ boys insane
You’re both at one as you were before conception, as an egg & sperm of mama’s womb
It’s no secret that you’re in the middle of nowhere without a clue on the way to a tomb.

Paid in full, fool got fooled by the fools, kept the tally of the figures, IOU nothing, UOME
Until I take up room in Space, you owe the bail’s bond of your bail from Attica, you see?
You broke rules, you’re being punished, it’s both retribution and behavior modification
So you don’t do the same thing again, a shock to a rat, now then, it’s The Chair, my son!

You & I & the dead who came before us all ask why, wherefore, can’t get the holy name
Prayed on knees, lying down, standing up, on beads or silently in my head, it’s so lame

 Gangs of adults acting the fool, human siblings who tell mama we woke up with wood
Fast forward the rest of the whole shebang, left today so far, go, go, go right, I am dead.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crashed this gem out while jammin’ to @Christina_Aguilera #Maria & hits link @ https://youtu.be/gijlzwc3NRM }

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