I AM WINNIN’ AS Y’ALL ARE
LOSIN'
Whatever it’s meant to be, it has now become what it is, indeed, a winner’s chit
I know, you know, we all know the final score, or we’re frozen cold, out the door
Wet dreams turn to dust or come true for a NYC minute; fate wakes up for more.
Direct hits and draws on the infinite credit for becoming at One with the stars’ fires
Microdots to all who aren’t stone blind in the eyeballs, cones & rods funeral pyres
Drifting in and out of consciousness since a smash in the snout of Chevys & Fords
Your father warned you of the accusers who come around, out of the floorboards.
Walls fell in and the game of the infinite turned to dust too, it’s indeed all too human
As if it was ever a gift from the benevolent being or Beings in the cosmic soup brand
Mirror images copy your countenance for the xerox machine, image of your jive arse
Sat on the wonder glass from nuke fission’s fusion, copped imaginary piles of cars.
Melted into the Singularity as if there was neither Black Hole nor White Dwarf in Space
Wives of the reproduction line to keep the soul dug deep into the graveyards of red dirt
Black dirt just a remnant of the total incineration of H2O into Carbon blades on my face
Shaved clean for the photography to document the imaginary image of leather and lace.
Underneath the silver, silk sheets, between the quilt of plastic foam and sheered sheep
I needed a handout or something to help me up out of the deep hole I tripped off asleep
First Cause of the BBQ Tequilla party ain’t my problem, a papal game via hot bovine dogs
Minced meat mega ground up dead skin & muscles, burger BBQ & beau coups burnt logs.
Know what wisdom is before you find it anywhere, in another human or in a dusty old tome
Guns formed to be shot, roses bloomed to be smelled, paint a picture, draw & overcome
Don’t advertise a will to power nor the result, that’s the joker hand that trumped a whinner
I got it & you know it, nothing more nor less than absolute SMILES, I fly high, Nothing diviner.
For the last time, it’s the first time I’m saying words that predicate the whole shebang’s Zen
Kind being of the first and second helpings after the collapse of the gods & their holy men
Care and it’s polarizing opposite, puts evolution square in the crosshairs of Extinction’s Foo
It’s neither lust nor love that puts the beast into a frenzy without guilt, just to eat, a bamboo.
Harmony calling in the darkness for something to hear the rhythm and rhyme of the Words
Flying from continent to continent, pole to pole, around the world in one day, supersonics
What you want, what you need, may be the same or different things, analyze the concepts
Put yourself in your place when you find Truth lurking in a brain shadow, bein’ hip, I’m hep.
Last and first being one and the same thing, nothing at all, no soul, no mind full of superego
Fair to say and fair to believe the same old story humanity has always had, Aztec coke blow
Rupture the heart valves for beating too many times under duress that can’t be overcome
It sticks teeth into the muscle and drains the loving blood of the ancestors, back to scum.
No evil in the scum, it’s a natural and neutral thing itself, a sort of ooze from the Big Bang
Amigos and amigas getting’ the Tequilla ready for the fiesta, I ask no questions, I just sang
Poet people put the gods of Greece into perspective, separated Adam & Eve, lost in space
Whipped up the foam into a cream of the crop, even the sour turned to sweet in the face.
Kissed lips and cheeks, above & below the head to the toes, species survives the climactic
Out of control wills to the powers get locked in prisons for penitentiary penance, soul sick
Not the fault of the creator, the parents have no obligation to cover violations of commands
Therefore, if you think, then you know you exist with moral compass or not, you’ll have fans.
Either way, pretend ticks of the moments of Time keep track of the evolution revolutionary
A blown galaxy merges with the feed of a thriving galaxy, the two make the One, as you see
Mystery no more, words are written in every permutation of the tongue, paper or plastique
Either way the dissemination of insemination permeates the biosphere, this is all too chic.
This is no simple complication, it’s a conundrum without a solution, I think, ergo ego, I am
Shout out to Rene Descartes who now doesn’t think; therefore, he is not any longer, Slam
If it’s not one thing it’s another as it was before, it’ll always be that way, I’m a passenger
On the trip for the duration of my prototype, spiritual arrangements have been made for.
Soul function, spirit naturally is the appearance of animation of the DNA, acidic blue light
Fight good & bad rumbles in the jungle, for the cause of the gang, thugs fight the good fight
Here’s the space in time, cancel the internet cyberspace by turning off the feed, lights out
It increases the likelihood of your mothers & fathers dying in vain, battle-war gets a shout.
God ain’t dead because God was never alive, if you’re not an idiot, you’ve gleaned that chit
Language is slippin’ tongues in and out of your false teeth and loose lips, dreamin’ of @fitbit
Priority for the piety and holiness of the actors and actresses in this movie, that’s this Life
Printed your mind’s thoughts, naked 1st then dressed to kill, I pronounce you man & wife.
Hit yourself to wake up or wait until someone knocks the chip off your shoulder pads
It will probably hurt you more than it hurts anyone else, you’re the best at being bad
Mark your paperwork with the quotes and references, there’ll be an exam at The End
Guts to invade with the horde, a herd of monsters created by illegal & legal alien Zen.
Independent of your heritage, you will die completely alone without a friend or fiend
Any Earth town, city, state, territory, country, nation on any continent on any planet
Assuming that one, there’s other planets & two, there’s liquid to cover the dry matter
Bordered around my house, around my town, around my castle of private dirt scatter.
Paid the bills, mine and yours, got the shots, you did not get the shots, spread stupid
Out to everyone, shout or whisper, hear the message, you’re finite, you’re gonna die
Get your mission accomplished if you have one, enjoy the ride if you don’t have one
Dragged to the finish line whether you like it or not, it’s rigor mortis for all, have Fun!
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March XXIIIrd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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