FELINE FINE KAT SAMANTHA - RIP
SOME HELL YOU’VE FOUND UNDERNEATH THE COVERS
Maximum you’ll receive is whatever you can’t afford, therefore you’ll mind your manners, John Henry Hammer came down and killed old John Henry, he ran out of the Jack Daniels Black got arrested, I cry
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.
Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.
Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment, we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.
Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.
Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.
Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.
I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dan’s blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow
I ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.
Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.
Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.
Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment, we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.
Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.
Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.
Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.
I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dan’s blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow
I ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.
Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.
Buckeyes out picked potatoes, scalloped & mashed into Irish underground staples, dirty tubular dank
Moves from somewhere out of this world, not of this Earth, born crippled & infirm, unsweet, fat milk
Severe ennui completes the impossible mission, as if you’ve failed when you’ve succeeded, you stank
So does everybody under one star called sun, mother, father or both that Caused it all, soft black silk.
Faith is believing blindly, whether true or false, Hope is a vacant Will to Power & Charity is love to All
Doing anything to anyone at anytime collects some Karma for your payback soul promise, for Play Ball
If you don’t walk or get a single, double, triple or homer, you’re a loser, the team needs one hero slide
Down from third, cleats flyin’ high into the catcher’s mit, balls in the pocket, hit me in the head, I died.
It’s 2:22 AMPST & why the dream is in the dream I don’t know, it’s not for me to say anyway, I’m dead
Alive and focused on the days & nights, your asleep in bizarro world, welcome home, got to go to bed
Super men and women fly, run, smoke and sleep to locate the Truth, hidden in plain sight, just kidding
Truth doesn’t exist, that’s why it’s difficult to find, it ain’t there, this is an accident, an original Sinning.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST
{ Killed the WORD-
Pulitzer-worthy bard blather compiled listenin’ to #TheDirtyLowdown by @BozSkaggs link @ https://youtu.be/I-hKBmTAADo?si=vg8RtKCN3nWAq9mz }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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