BLUES ON THE 7TH, DIMINISHED MINORS KNOCKIN’
BOOTS
Boots, y'all can do what's never been done, immersion ignorance of Truth, it’s been done It’s been well said as well, related experiences of the third parties to the rivals of godsons
Born to the old women when they were young and didn’t know anything more than the fun
That you have with the boys when you’re ready to procreate the species’ funk, shot the gun.
I went out on the town because you went camping with your pistol-packin’ amigas, all good
No evil or bad things can happen if you’re aware of bad guys everywhere, nature of the hood
Don’t pine for the innocence of being a baby, havin’ no fear, beware of the holy, the hot dogs
Lookin’ good enough to swallow & metabolize, tonnages of pounds recycled for pond frogs.
Cash money, slappin’ it down, it’s all long gone when you’re in ashes or mummy silkworms
Last call before we return to my carriage for a ride underneath the pale moon, skip the trip
Lips need lockin’ and boots need knockin’ together, heel to toe, cowboy or combat to flip
Over and over again until we conceive the next one to survive us both, we’re God’s Forms.
Drunk on wine from the winner’s cup, the grape flowed freely to me, nobody watched scat
It was all that was left at the end when all of the guests returned to their own homes’ flats
Played the players, won all of the games, I passed Go & never went to gaol or penitentiary
Forgot about peace & love, Mendocino up to Monterey I drove gold miles on the “#1” Way.
Reverie coming as above so it is below the ground of being, all she wrote, him, me, them
Natural beauty is the accidental nature of meiosis and mitosis, clear your throat of phlegm
Wine left over when the grapes get squeezed and the living scat out of every cell in one form
Fabulous walks in the moonlight with my polar opposite, pro & con of a grim reaper storm.
War and Peace just the haggling of the selfish boors inhabiting the hot four cornered rooms
Being strummin’ strings, poundin’ brass and tight skins, blowin’ cool crimson air into Blues
Walks in the moonlight, near the ocean’s beach, money thrilled, your skin & bone looms
Above and below every single thought I have when I’m not runnin’ high with wasted crews.
High rollin’ friends all came up empty in Reno & Vegas, ran away to the Tahoe Lake all clear
Days to slow down, walks around town, saying hello to high strangers I’ll never know to hear
Jokes laughing at me before the punch line is even formed, funny comics of girls & bad boys
Fabulous though, sweet love caused the nature of a beast, girls are key, as is Helen of Troy.
No need for the gods who can’t be seen by the words scratched upon cave walls & tomes
Sun shines in 360 degree emanations, on this side and the other side, even the dark sides
I know and you know what life means when it’s slippin’ away, before it’s too far gone, Lies
Just wanted to admit that I was wrong to tell the Truth, tasted wine from Caesar’s Romes.
Inherited whatever was left in the emptiness of the vacuum, blew the signals’ red lights
Smashed into the stone wall, in between the last breath and the soul rising, I got insights
Thrilled to share this with your innocent consciousness, what are you, seven years old or…
Is this the dream you’ll awaken from on your last gasp of gas? Or is this It, I Am … the Sun.
Born to the old women when they were young and didn’t know anything more than the fun
That you have with the boys when you’re ready to procreate the species’ funk, shot the gun.
I went out on the town because you went camping with your pistol-packin’ amigas, all good
No evil or bad things can happen if you’re aware of bad guys everywhere, nature of the hood
Don’t pine for the innocence of being a baby, havin’ no fear, beware of the holy, the hot dogs
Lookin’ good enough to swallow & metabolize, tonnages of pounds recycled for pond frogs.
Cash money, slappin’ it down, it’s all long gone when you’re in ashes or mummy silkworms
Last call before we return to my carriage for a ride underneath the pale moon, skip the trip
Lips need lockin’ and boots need knockin’ together, heel to toe, cowboy or combat to flip
Over and over again until we conceive the next one to survive us both, we’re God’s Forms.
Drunk on wine from the winner’s cup, the grape flowed freely to me, nobody watched scat
It was all that was left at the end when all of the guests returned to their own homes’ flats
Played the players, won all of the games, I passed Go & never went to gaol or penitentiary
Forgot about peace & love, Mendocino up to Monterey I drove gold miles on the “#1” Way.
Reverie coming as above so it is below the ground of being, all she wrote, him, me, them
Natural beauty is the accidental nature of meiosis and mitosis, clear your throat of phlegm
Wine left over when the grapes get squeezed and the living scat out of every cell in one form
Fabulous walks in the moonlight with my polar opposite, pro & con of a grim reaper storm.
War and Peace just the haggling of the selfish boors inhabiting the hot four cornered rooms
Being strummin’ strings, poundin’ brass and tight skins, blowin’ cool crimson air into Blues
Walks in the moonlight, near the ocean’s beach, money thrilled, your skin & bone looms
Above and below every single thought I have when I’m not runnin’ high with wasted crews.
High rollin’ friends all came up empty in Reno & Vegas, ran away to the Tahoe Lake all clear
Days to slow down, walks around town, saying hello to high strangers I’ll never know to hear
Jokes laughing at me before the punch line is even formed, funny comics of girls & bad boys
Fabulous though, sweet love caused the nature of a beast, girls are key, as is Helen of Troy.
No need for the gods who can’t be seen by the words scratched upon cave walls & tomes
Sun shines in 360 degree emanations, on this side and the other side, even the dark sides
I know and you know what life means when it’s slippin’ away, before it’s too far gone, Lies
Just wanted to admit that I was wrong to tell the Truth, tasted wine from Caesar’s Romes.
Inherited whatever was left in the emptiness of the vacuum, blew the signals’ red lights
Smashed into the stone wall, in between the last breath and the soul rising, I got insights
Thrilled to share this with your innocent consciousness, what are you, seven years old or…
Is this the dream you’ll awaken from on your last gasp of gas? Or is this It, I Am … the Sun.
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March
VIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST
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