Archbishop of Suspicion
No stinger was required to inject the venom the day that Mary gave me the ultimatum to go
Truth or not inside the outside where nobody is allowed to be, the gist of the race is so slow
Moves from daylight to nightshade, if you’re lucky you live happy for a long while, so long
It takes a lot of love to be free enough to deduce a conclusion which is not false, now wrong.
It took a lot of love to get to the place your parents conceived you in a orgasmic tick
Of Time & Space, it’s a scientific faux fact, if you are alive & happy or sad, you picked it
Harmony and the symphony acting marvelous to the vibratory feeling, low audio high
Can’t sleep beyond the dawn, a necessary condition to movin’ on in the dream’s sky.
On the ship since day one but there’s no anchor & there’s no shore in the costars’ sight
Follow the spin of the planet, spins clockwise north hemisphere, counterclockwise tight
A meeting is always required by the supervision to check the efficacy of their command
If this makes any sense, I made it clear that perfection achieved was my final demand.
It all came down to the music of my glory days, the lyrics that rhymed the reason jive
Clear light shone in the dark closet where angels feared to haunt, ghosts were all alive
Nobody could see them but the good-looking faces & perfectly formed bodies of gods
Ne’er to be another animal’s food that peels your meat off of your bones, no bloods.
Open to happiness, the good, the bad & the ugly indeed move inside of our spirit too
Glory days after our infancy & childhood, into our teens to the twenties, got war blue
Joined for the tour of duty that were a roll of the dice, got the kids, just boys into men
Always deep down in the faithful words, it’s all gonna pass you by, like it or not, Amen.
This couldn’t happen again, could it? Or is this that once in a lifetime, thrill divine? Oh.
Probably is but you’ll never know since it’s never happened before, no answered prayer
Suddenly you’re mine, hold me, I hold you and you’ve never been so near before, I’m here
Matter and form of the things themselves will dissolve like sugar in water, let’s all blow!
Mary, it’s your prerogative to choose life or death since it’s soul that is immortally feared
By the minions and the powers that be, the whole shebang, whole enchilada even Stevens
Fetched the remainder of the leftovers & fed the dead life to the dogs in the cages & pens
Perfectly in the center of a zero, where nothing else can be, there’s no room for the daddy.
So, you leave & the cash gets undertaken under the table for the taxes to be distributed dots
On the matrix without a longitude or a latitude when both are necessary & required for robots
No question about it, it’s a red herring that doesn’t exist anywhere you know of, just fear a reap
All you have to your self is anima, a soul, once that’s gone, nothing’s left, click a dream over ‘ap’.
For once in a while you become inundated with the pain & pleasure of your kinfolk & friends
Too bad you can’t add in the enemies to the mix, you could be or I could be the savior dead ends
Harmony rolls the whole thing into a ball of confusion & it doesn’t matter because energy can’t die
Like all the ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths of misery & the ecstasy of finding your mind’s eye.
The thing is talking and walking around but not paying attention to your presence, you’re a ghost
Singing and shouting the words that cast the spells inherited from the wizards who still got lost
In Space, in Time, all out of both at the final end, the gasp of air in the middle nowhere you know
It’s never going to get any more clear than it is at the moment, it’s a mystery you’re a job to blow.
Conditions of the unconditional are necessary and sufficient to induce a rational conclusion hit
On high or low, between Chicago and the last train to Clarksville, everything remains the same
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s the universal mind’s obligation and responsibility for the Cause of effects
Freedom, Liberty, first time, every time, it’s all that matters, slavery, indentured masters’ sects.
Mean people were born and died but they left the marks of their presence behind cyberspace
In back of the jolly roger skull’s crossbones a colorless, black background mimicking Outerspace
Apes with little or no hair on the naked skin, that’s the way the ancient tome bible cuts the jib
Trying to get the Truth when nobody knows what the Truth is, well, that’s just an Adam’s rib.
Known about the secret words & spells to make magic work, cause effects at will, power play
Most all of the time, you have Time itself on your side, but there comes a time, a trick, a lay
Don’t be naïve, you’ve been naked since the day you were born, we all were well-dressed too
Skin & bones run by the organs to devour the milk and matter from animal & plant form food.
By the minions and the powers that be, the whole shebang, whole enchilada even Stevens
Fetched the remainder of the leftovers & fed the dead life to the dogs in the cages & pens
Perfectly in the center of a zero, where nothing else can be, there’s no room for the daddy.
So, you leave & the cash gets undertaken under the table for the taxes to be distributed dots
On the matrix without a longitude or a latitude when both are necessary & required for robots
No question about it, it’s a red herring that doesn’t exist anywhere you know of, just fear a reap
All you have to your self is anima, a soul, once that’s gone, nothing’s left, click a dream over ‘ap’.
For once in a while you become inundated with the pain & pleasure of your kinfolk & friends
Too bad you can’t add in the enemies to the mix, you could be or I could be the savior dead ends
Harmony rolls the whole thing into a ball of confusion & it doesn’t matter because energy can’t die
Like all the ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths of misery & the ecstasy of finding your mind’s eye.
The thing is talking and walking around but not paying attention to your presence, you’re a ghost
Singing and shouting the words that cast the spells inherited from the wizards who still got lost
In Space, in Time, all out of both at the final end, the gasp of air in the middle nowhere you know
It’s never going to get any more clear than it is at the moment, it’s a mystery you’re a job to blow.
Conditions of the unconditional are necessary and sufficient to induce a rational conclusion hit
On high or low, between Chicago and the last train to Clarksville, everything remains the same
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s the universal mind’s obligation and responsibility for the Cause of effects
Freedom, Liberty, first time, every time, it’s all that matters, slavery, indentured masters’ sects.
Mean people were born and died but they left the marks of their presence behind cyberspace
In back of the jolly roger skull’s crossbones a colorless, black background mimicking Outerspace
Apes with little or no hair on the naked skin, that’s the way the ancient tome bible cuts the jib
Trying to get the Truth when nobody knows what the Truth is, well, that’s just an Adam’s rib.
Known about the secret words & spells to make magic work, cause effects at will, power play
Most all of the time, you have Time itself on your side, but there comes a time, a trick, a lay
Don’t be naïve, you’ve been naked since the day you were born, we all were well-dressed too
Skin & bones run by the organs to devour the milk and matter from animal & plant form food.
No stinger was required to inject the venom the day that Mary gave me the ultimatum to go
Truth or not inside the outside where nobody is allowed to be, the gist of the race is so slow
Moves from daylight to nightshade, if you’re lucky you live happy for a long while, so long
It takes a lot of love to be free enough to deduce a conclusion which is not false, now wrong.
It took a lot of love to get to the place your parents conceived you in a orgasmic tick
Of Time & Space, it’s a scientific faux fact, if you are alive & happy or sad, you picked it
Harmony and the symphony acting marvelous to the vibratory feeling, low audio high
Can’t sleep beyond the dawn, a necessary condition to movin’ on in the dream’s sky.
On the ship since day one but there’s no anchor & there’s no shore in the costars’ sight
Follow the spin of the planet, spins clockwise north hemisphere, counterclockwise tight
A meeting is always required by the supervision to check the efficacy of their command
If this makes any sense, I made it clear that perfection achieved was my final demand.
It all came down to the music of my glory days, the lyrics that rhymed the reason jive
Clear light shone in the dark closet where angels feared to haunt, ghosts were all alive
Nobody could see them but the good-looking faces & perfectly formed bodies of gods
Ne’er to be another animal’s food that peels your meat off of your bones, no bloods.
Open to happiness, the good, the bad & the ugly indeed move inside of our spirit too
Glory days after our infancy & childhood, into our teens to the twenties, got war blue
Joined for the tour of duty that were a roll of the dice, got the kids, just boys into men
Always deep down in the faithful words, it’s all gonna pass you by, like it or not, Amen.
This couldn’t happen again, could it? Or is this that once in a lifetime, thrill divine? Oh.
Probably is but you’ll never know since it’s never happened before, no answered prayer
Suddenly you’re mine, hold me, I hold you and you’ve never been so near before, I’m here
Matter and form of the things themselves will dissolve like sugar in water, let’s all blow!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, January 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 5:55
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{ Crafted this while jammin to #Mary by @ZZTop link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=DhlMj34RIBjcCM_3 & @BrooksAndDunne #NeonMoon @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk?si=HQA68tTxC-0kaOeu }
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