DESIRE A BIG PIECE FOR ME
Even if blind as a bat, you’ve inner feelings that y’all are good for Nothing, son
For the sake of your ancestors, we’re all still doin’ the rhumba with the willing
Some are & some ain’t so much, future past times I can’t recall Italiano filling
Apes flakin’ out in and out of the tribes, accumulating too much scat to go on.
Imagine freedom if you’re locked in a box with a visible ceiling & a cellar absentee
Nobody gets out alive and free, hence that means if you’re alive now, you won’t be
In the eye-to-eye direction when I see you see me & you see I see you, that is a trip
Waiting eons for the moment to be applied to the Singularity scenario, a red lip skip.
I brought doubles for everyone and then the horns began to play the chorus, all love
Feel it soon, final gasp of gas, all of THIS here is all we came for so don’t leave it above
Below we go with the urn of ash or the box of formaldehyde bones, erect lay out face
Skip the religion hopes of the faithful, be the charity I leave behind all over the place.
For the sake of your ancestors, we’re all still doin’ the rhumba with the willing
Some are & some ain’t so much, future past times I can’t recall Italiano filling
Apes flakin’ out in and out of the tribes, accumulating too much scat to go on.
Imagine freedom if you’re locked in a box with a visible ceiling & a cellar absentee
Nobody gets out alive and free, hence that means if you’re alive now, you won’t be
In the eye-to-eye direction when I see you see me & you see I see you, that is a trip
Waiting eons for the moment to be applied to the Singularity scenario, a red lip skip.
I brought doubles for everyone and then the horns began to play the chorus, all love
Feel it soon, final gasp of gas, all of THIS here is all we came for so don’t leave it above
Below we go with the urn of ash or the box of formaldehyde bones, erect lay out face
Skip the religion hopes of the faithful, be the charity I leave behind all over the place.
Best plan achieved if you please, then it’s curtains for the rest of the story’s hip mission
To deceive the junior achievers who get groomed for a sensational imaginary savior son
Complex as simple as possible for the uninitiated with no talent to obfuscate a GD thing
Getting to the bottom of the line, discovery that there’s Nothing supporting everything.
Pretenders who can’t lie well, they tell the Truth thinking it’s a fabrication, a plethora set
All subatomic and macro-cosmic substance goes Rando on the dirty dust evolution of shyt
Don’t get all sacrosanct keeping Heckel and Jeckel just a tweet away from the deep in debt
Sometimes you wish you had genii power, three wishes & team of wild horses out of sight.
Picked up sticks & threw up the rocks & stones until they piled up to the top of the red barn
Children grow and move away from the next, groomed to leave the world behind the yarn
Categorical imperative of the aliens who fly UFO’s, that’s extraordinary extraterrestrial DNA
Form or shape of things that have come and gone, that form is God, fun, funny divine La La.
You and I are here & now but why we’re here, on the planet at this time, that’s the mystery
Call it blind faith, belief in the beyond our planet’s atmosphere, just Earth and nowhere else
Freeways underneath the soil, burnt-out star dirt, piece of what it is, face & wounded knee
Soft & hard rocks came from a prime Origin, volcanic eruption of hot lava, covers up destiny.
No secret can be told without the extended background investigation of all that I am to lose
Without prejudice I am at the precipice of the cliff that has nothing down below but a hole
It probably ain’t a holy hole if there is grief & injustice everywhere in sight, above, so below
Now then, present charges into the past, future keeps comin’ & won’t slow to sing the blues.
Doin’ the rhumba baby, mama can’t catch us doin’ a rhumba now baby, still the man for you
Lots of dope all over the country, in every county, every borough in every state of this union
Out in back of the truck, loaded dead buck, found on road dead, got on with the good fight
Dressed, packed, froze, BBQ on & #Shine flowin’ with the rhumba steps ‘til ‘round midnight.
Bit the hook like a lame brain fish lookin’ to spawn upstream, pulled away, set the barb, jump
You mind as well lunge above the equator, 8 miles higher than the surface-slick garbage dump
Standing & leaning with my back against the wall listenin’ to the jute box rock of ages’ wax-spin
Gods and devils in the details, first or last, the flip is always the same as it’s always been, ZaZen.
To deceive the junior achievers who get groomed for a sensational imaginary savior son
Complex as simple as possible for the uninitiated with no talent to obfuscate a GD thing
Getting to the bottom of the line, discovery that there’s Nothing supporting everything.
Pretenders who can’t lie well, they tell the Truth thinking it’s a fabrication, a plethora set
All subatomic and macro-cosmic substance goes Rando on the dirty dust evolution of shyt
Don’t get all sacrosanct keeping Heckel and Jeckel just a tweet away from the deep in debt
Sometimes you wish you had genii power, three wishes & team of wild horses out of sight.
Picked up sticks & threw up the rocks & stones until they piled up to the top of the red barn
Children grow and move away from the next, groomed to leave the world behind the yarn
Categorical imperative of the aliens who fly UFO’s, that’s extraordinary extraterrestrial DNA
Form or shape of things that have come and gone, that form is God, fun, funny divine La La.
You and I are here & now but why we’re here, on the planet at this time, that’s the mystery
Call it blind faith, belief in the beyond our planet’s atmosphere, just Earth and nowhere else
Freeways underneath the soil, burnt-out star dirt, piece of what it is, face & wounded knee
Soft & hard rocks came from a prime Origin, volcanic eruption of hot lava, covers up destiny.
No secret can be told without the extended background investigation of all that I am to lose
Without prejudice I am at the precipice of the cliff that has nothing down below but a hole
It probably ain’t a holy hole if there is grief & injustice everywhere in sight, above, so below
Now then, present charges into the past, future keeps comin’ & won’t slow to sing the blues.
Doin’ the rhumba baby, mama can’t catch us doin’ a rhumba now baby, still the man for you
Lots of dope all over the country, in every county, every borough in every state of this union
Out in back of the truck, loaded dead buck, found on road dead, got on with the good fight
Dressed, packed, froze, BBQ on & #Shine flowin’ with the rhumba steps ‘til ‘round midnight.
Bit the hook like a lame brain fish lookin’ to spawn upstream, pulled away, set the barb, jump
You mind as well lunge above the equator, 8 miles higher than the surface-slick garbage dump
Standing & leaning with my back against the wall listenin’ to the jute box rock of ages’ wax-spin
Gods and devils in the details, first or last, the flip is always the same as it’s always been, ZaZen.
by
r j j stephan, i
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May XIIIth MMXXIV Anno
Domini @ 0:00 AM/PM
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#GoodForNothing chips of philosophical wisdom sifted out of the sand of
Timeless Zen Master teaching, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8T-Z1WoFXkk?si=XGtf8OKvhdLicxHo
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F I N I S (DEADEND) W.W.A.R.D.?
https://youtube.com/shorts/gzRflio7i7U?si=Rd6L5rYRQnn8x7Mu
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