S L A S H or M A
S H?
Stipulate my position in the front or the back row of the show, exit is left, stage right If you don’t mind, your property is mine, the dirt of the Earth ain’t a minions fist fight
What and where the thing itself will be is an open book secret, gonna rock & roll it all
From the opening fret pluck to the final E-string twang, it’ll be the pedal to the metal.
Coming in with the knowledge & wisdom & leaving with none at all, that’s the gist of it
A Poe dream within a dream is not an inside job, a conscious mind in a perpetuity skit
Prime timing is everything in every case, you only get lucky once in a great while, rarely
It’s complicated yet simple to comprehend once the premises assumed, it’s me see.
Traffic is heavy in the ant’s hills, many species of a crawler everywhere in Earth’s spa
Brewed after grown from scratch with pot seeds you bury in stardust leftover asteroid
Invoiced twice, double-crossed and double-paid, Timing is everything, ask Pink Floyd
Not much on the dark side of the moon other than pitch black darkness’ penumbra.
Fancy yourself looking invisible to everyone with eyes to see through you, look here now
Nothing to see here, move along, I was teasing you for the reality yet to come, all below
Grounds of dirt, a wooden or metal box or urn, for bones & ash need containment form
Not you any longer, not anyone any longer, it’s all One & the same thing, God’s a worm.
Think about it, there’s a deep bench for the divine, but the kinship of God is tentative
Depending on each poor soul’s behavior in the form of the human body & mine alive
Full responsibility required to be accepted even though it’s a conceptual miscarriage
Didn’t mean to begin the mitosis of the human, yet it must be the way it was, outrage.
Abort the conclusions since the assumptions are one and all, false and not true too
In someplace, somewhere outside of this solar system, there’s a quasar that’s blue
I know since it’s the origin of my concept, imaginary egg & DNA burnt morse code
Taps, ticks & tocks test the strategy, the plan is known by no one, it’s a lonely road.
Perpetrate the violation via the loophole found where the sun doesn’t shine, so low
Forthwith and hence, I shall not allow any pie in the sky to enter my eye, a high blow
Been above & below the mojitos and frozen lattes for a decade or more, maybe less
I had no trouble with all causes I initiated; every effect was a result of being ruthless.
What you see now is what YOU get, nothing, now you see me & now you don’t, hence
Just like the moment before you breathed in & out of your mama’s holy apple offense
You got the message, you’ll be long gone & forgotten in a hundred years, ain’t my fault
The narrow way is the only way & there’s no other option other than extinction’s halt.
Balls are on the field & the court, roll ‘em, bounce, throw & kick ‘em above & beyond
Goals, safeties, touchdowns, homers & game, set & match, in the end, that’s all son
Nobody gets out of this game alive, lucky to have mooched a bit out of universal aid
Particular as I am, you were & everybody was forever & a day late by a half a decade.
Beware as I was of the big dogs in the yard, I walked down the alley makin’ ‘em all bark
Believed the dogs liked me & were all barkin’ for favors to let ‘em all out the gated park
When I didn’t comply, it was more like they’d knock me down & bite in a big dog’s fight
It’s the highlight that blinds you, astronauts on Earth know it, dark is a perpetual night.
Stuck or slippin’ right into the darkness is the end, man, boy, girl & woman, it’s curtains
The finale is hopefully a century away, you never know about that immortal fight of sins
Hey man, it ain’t my job to save jawbones & your family tree full of jewels, get a good grip
Bouncing balls, sliding pucks, spiral passes for Time and Space to button your damn lip.
Marked with x’s & o’s because they’re easy, 2 lines crisscrossed & 1 line in circular jerk
Deduce this pack of inductions and your conclusion will be your inherited genetic perk
Have insight with a third eye’s vision beyond Form’s holy Substance of it all, good sons
Bad or evil is living in reverse, on the way to terminating the breath’s blood circulations.
It is the thing itself animating the photons in this star, it’s light is the thing itself, it’s Dei
On the other hand, it is a deep dive & a deep fake that you can steal away from history
Punks use things and throw away the colored, invisible trash refused to be eaten away
Inside of the bowels of animated skin and bones, it’s where glory resides, divine today.
Nobody named the liver because it was dead, it’s alive & if it died, your Soul’d GTF out
I know, I’ve seen the soul’s leave people’s bones, mouth agape, eyes both wide open
Calling names of the friends and enemies won’t help, been here thrice before so I pout
Y’all gonna cry but I guffawed hysterically as realized, A Life’s either a joke or a dream.
Gods don’t see you, they’ve got no human senses, no eyes, ears or linguistic crypt
To fall way down the rabbit hole to the crypt, you’ve to have faith the in FedEx ship
It gets the job done since the humanity is below the level ability to avoid extinction
“Help!” yelled from little girls & grown, adult men, they knew not what to do it all in.
We will all probably make it before too long, less than a hundred years under control
I discovered a secret; I forgot what it was and couldn’t remember it was a black hole
That holy place where each & every single one was conceived before the sex act pole
Up & down, in and out until the eruption of the source of being, God Damned Who?
Mash to slash and option between a squeeze and a blade cut are a free for all to see
You get what you pay for, if it’s free you’ve got it free and have no investment to be not
Neither success nor bankruptcy will move this unmoved mover, what I am I is, all me
I’d know if we all were in a multi-dimensional universe, it’s a deadbeat extinction key.
Full of the scat left over after the BBQ and the banquets refused leftovers in the dump
One stretch of the imagination should display the nature of the human beast pump
Teats from which only some of us come, some of us have nothing but a formula of X
Like the vitamins and minerals metabolizing in my bones entering my pie hole’s hex.
Fish swam upon my plate to masticate, good and bad but ugly without a head or fin
Wondering how it swam without a map or rudder, realized my knife took care of Sin
Cut right through the skin and bone, just because I wanted a meal to survive on sea
Of the hair on my chinny chin-chin, you can’t catch me there or anywhere else, see?
My number is unlisted and I’m livin’ underneath the bridge with the other trolls’ bullets
They do sorties during the middle of the night, shaking inside your boots, I’m dead seats
Sixth man as I’ve always been on a five-man team, easy money cashin’ in the blue chips
Walkin’ through the casino, I bet a C-note on a green ‘0’ & after 21 turns, it locked my tips.
Won bank and the House put it all together, gave me high roller chips on a roulette table
Who are you and why are you even breathing & thinking about being satiated by a fable
That we’re all gonna die and go to Nirvana whether we’re good, evil or just an idiot droolin’
Could be I’m one, maybe you, POWER of PRAYER, you may be an anomaly and just a fool.
by
r j j stephan, i
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July XIIIth MMXXIV
{ Complicated narrative while jammin’ to @Bruce_Springsteen #LetterToYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dOHIcl-ztE0?si=qCd-R1vyePQ8SmI1 }
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