NO REASON FOR man's LOGICAL CONCLUSIONS
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In the prequel to the fictional documentary, the thing itself becomes out of form
Shaped in the outlined skin and bones inherited by the April fools who wanna harm
You and I are privy to the truth about the harm done to no one, hard to hold loosely
What and where begins the journey of the soul from invisible presence of salt in the sea.
You and I have always known since we were teenagers, now 73 give or take a few, so?
Out of time almost before I knew I wasn’t immortally here & now, reach out, I did not
Smoked guns and other pyrotechnics that got me out of touch with the Space’s Time
Blood gave me the heated warmth to take over my mother’s hot bones of slick rhyme.
Now and then, you’ve got to stick it directly in the eye, just like the Curly third stooge
Dreams come true just like inside the rear panel of the old Sylvania or RCA photon deluge
We weren’t blind, deaf or dumb yet the commercialism predicted a dream would come true
Thoughts cropped up based on the ideas coming in & outta nowhere, yet somewhere far, too.
Mind of the third eye over the Matter of the all too human lover of theoretical edibility funk
For real, no other choice but to get chewed up by a man-eater, respective of the kiss of a punk
I am what I am, father & mother knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, random DNA 1st cause built
Utter termination of the analysis regarding the First Cause of Life & unacceptable fatal guilt.
One long, long time ago back in 1964-1965, it made me feel better standing a bully down
Took him outside of the playground fence and kicked his ass in the grass, I was an altar boy
Literally and figuratively, I was a boy scout achieving my guiding light in the darkness’ ploy
Full of grace and the credit card deficits, simple mind looks at appearances as One shown.
Freaking Outerspace reality above the ground, never six feet under or burnt, crushed rock
Sweet sounds of the voices exuding the cheer of the soapy water in the lake’s land locker
You’ve got the combination’s sequence, zero at the beginning triple spin past the hot zero
Simple man, complicated woman and permutations between you & your frenzy of blow.
High and low lights between the days and nights produced by a spinning ball of lead gold
War was on Rawhide & Stagecoach cowboys and cowgirls who meant no harm, got so old
Pounded the pavement & disintegrated underground rocks and stardirt below to the fears
Silly as Hades mothers who screw their own, comrades and amigos of the beware dangers.
Grotesquely unsettling features of the beautiful and ugly who cover up for the very good RIP
Burnt, buried, taxidermized like the philosopher squarely input into a square hypothesis of Id
Ego and the superman who can’t fly or bend steel, can’t repel the projects fired out their arms
Serious firearms locked in a safe distance, no bullets or unpowdery trajectory 10 millimeters.
Now you move from space to space without your own place, it’s everywhere you set foot now
Completely surrounded by an infinite state of obliterated cosmic slop, the Steins & the Changs
I knew this would happen after Enlightenment I gleaned from the hornet nest’s stinger welts
Melted the hardened black ice & white noise that failed to extinguish my squashed DNA belts.
Awful or beautifully elegant, either way the scat goes down whenever it comes up in a revolt
Shunned by the followers & leaders to make up for their shortcoming evolutionary dead-end
Bodies on the floor splattered off of the holy wall in the middle of Paradise gifted by Alien god
Hit man can feel the emotion before the ending, finale will put the guess in B Negative blood.
Hurry & scurry like the cornered rats who’ve got nowhere to be born to run around hot circles
All squares who couldn’t manufacture all right angles, settled for 90-degree triangles, 3 points
Infinity without the humane or inhumane monikers, blaming the creator for free wills’ quirks
Roots invisible but sucking all power away from the gravitational collapse of cherry Jello jerks.
Fine lookin’ resembling the Frankenstein’s monsters and Dracula’s blood suckin’ minions’ ilk
Cash money in a deep pocket, gold, silver & platinum rock, trade for shelter & chocolate milk
Much too human for the divine to call a wash, it’s getting’ even with steven that’s all it ever is
Sights unseen, thoughts in word sounds, subjects, objects, verbs & modifications of atom fizz.
Murky and clear as pure glass windows in a skyscraper’s floors above the clouds, azure blues
Unrevolving, stopped wobbling, the day stays hot until hot water dries up & dissolves in hues
Beer money & champagne tastes got me to apex at the top of the holy pile of scat left by gods
I’m already gone, nothingness’ imagined, jawbone of leftover teeth, tiny bit of me, hotrods!
The heart and brain inside of the skin hold up the bones & animate holy scat to recycle grace
Moving pictures all in your mind, y’all asleep & dreaming the twilight zone hit the human race
Fall guys look like fellas that were neglected by their handlers, let them be insipid fakes & liars
Trust me not, faith in nothing at all, whichever way you choose, go right to left, nobody cares.
Found the exchange for your blood, sweat & tears, got paid a living wage to walk, dream deal
It’s the Art of The Deal, only one way to succeed and avoid failure, it’s dead on real, I do feel
Imagine birth & death just like this passing parade, you know, I know, we all know, it’s all God
If it ain’t all God, then it’s a UFO group from another solar system, blowin’ our DNA’s life Pod.
All in or out of the thing itself, it’s conception & the deception until the dissolution physics
Dead and gone, your ancestors left you with the same thing they had before they lost chicks
Girlfriends, lady friends, mates of the checks and balances, the spirit of the survival, dead air
Cause is because it’s a useless, useful idiot explaining subjective verbiage & holy, nappy hair.
Breaks of the linear functions complete the mission of extinction of the species, DNA deleted
Like the RNA is reprogrammed to survive, the extinct was always the alpha’s & omega’s dead
Sisters, mothers, wives, lady friends, that is all there is for the Ends, without ‘em take a bow
The stage is to the right, exit and blow the production, there’s no bravo for the third eye flow.
Days’ nights, repeat ad infinitum or not, could be the last gasp of your diaphragm’s paradigm
Wishing a third time after the first two failed to command the elements to out Space & Time
Her feelings and his comprehension of them in the real world, that is a monster on the loose
Dracula or Frankenstein, creature from the Black Lagoon, I’m all in, fiction on a ocean cruise.
Money is the dropped digits on a screen, no green, no gold, no scat leftover for the bankers
Inherited what’s leftover, here & now is always there & then, forever and one more day too
Common cats came from the bodies of other cats, reproducing nobody’s food for the butcher
Only the four-legged forms, the two-legged birds and crawling, swimming life to ingest FEAR.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 7-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Created while listenin’ to @CatStevens #AnotherSaturdayNight on #ALoop at youTube link at
https://youtu.be/_3SLr5pT2e8?si=HNRp3XX61rQPI4-e }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Shaped in the outlined skin and bones inherited by the April fools who wanna harm
You and I are privy to the truth about the harm done to no one, hard to hold loosely
What and where begins the journey of the soul from invisible presence of salt in the sea.
You and I have always known since we were teenagers, now 73 give or take a few, so?
Out of time almost before I knew I wasn’t immortally here & now, reach out, I did not
Smoked guns and other pyrotechnics that got me out of touch with the Space’s Time
Blood gave me the heated warmth to take over my mother’s hot bones of slick rhyme.
Now and then, you’ve got to stick it directly in the eye, just like the Curly third stooge
Dreams come true just like inside the rear panel of the old Sylvania or RCA photon deluge
We weren’t blind, deaf or dumb yet the commercialism predicted a dream would come true
Thoughts cropped up based on the ideas coming in & outta nowhere, yet somewhere far, too.
Mind of the third eye over the Matter of the all too human lover of theoretical edibility funk
For real, no other choice but to get chewed up by a man-eater, respective of the kiss of a punk
I am what I am, father & mother knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, random DNA 1st cause built
Utter termination of the analysis regarding the First Cause of Life & unacceptable fatal guilt.
One long, long time ago back in 1964-1965, it made me feel better standing a bully down
Took him outside of the playground fence and kicked his ass in the grass, I was an altar boy
Literally and figuratively, I was a boy scout achieving my guiding light in the darkness’ ploy
Full of grace and the credit card deficits, simple mind looks at appearances as One shown.
Freaking Outerspace reality above the ground, never six feet under or burnt, crushed rock
Sweet sounds of the voices exuding the cheer of the soapy water in the lake’s land locker
You’ve got the combination’s sequence, zero at the beginning triple spin past the hot zero
Simple man, complicated woman and permutations between you & your frenzy of blow.
High and low lights between the days and nights produced by a spinning ball of lead gold
War was on Rawhide & Stagecoach cowboys and cowgirls who meant no harm, got so old
Pounded the pavement & disintegrated underground rocks and stardirt below to the fears
Silly as Hades mothers who screw their own, comrades and amigos of the beware dangers.
Grotesquely unsettling features of the beautiful and ugly who cover up for the very good RIP
Burnt, buried, taxidermized like the philosopher squarely input into a square hypothesis of Id
Ego and the superman who can’t fly or bend steel, can’t repel the projects fired out their arms
Serious firearms locked in a safe distance, no bullets or unpowdery trajectory 10 millimeters.
Now you move from space to space without your own place, it’s everywhere you set foot now
Completely surrounded by an infinite state of obliterated cosmic slop, the Steins & the Changs
I knew this would happen after Enlightenment I gleaned from the hornet nest’s stinger welts
Melted the hardened black ice & white noise that failed to extinguish my squashed DNA belts.
Awful or beautifully elegant, either way the scat goes down whenever it comes up in a revolt
Shunned by the followers & leaders to make up for their shortcoming evolutionary dead-end
Bodies on the floor splattered off of the holy wall in the middle of Paradise gifted by Alien god
Hit man can feel the emotion before the ending, finale will put the guess in B Negative blood.
Hurry & scurry like the cornered rats who’ve got nowhere to be born to run around hot circles
All squares who couldn’t manufacture all right angles, settled for 90-degree triangles, 3 points
Infinity without the humane or inhumane monikers, blaming the creator for free wills’ quirks
Roots invisible but sucking all power away from the gravitational collapse of cherry Jello jerks.
Fine lookin’ resembling the Frankenstein’s monsters and Dracula’s blood suckin’ minions’ ilk
Cash money in a deep pocket, gold, silver & platinum rock, trade for shelter & chocolate milk
Much too human for the divine to call a wash, it’s getting’ even with steven that’s all it ever is
Sights unseen, thoughts in word sounds, subjects, objects, verbs & modifications of atom fizz.
Murky and clear as pure glass windows in a skyscraper’s floors above the clouds, azure blues
Unrevolving, stopped wobbling, the day stays hot until hot water dries up & dissolves in hues
Beer money & champagne tastes got me to apex at the top of the holy pile of scat left by gods
I’m already gone, nothingness’ imagined, jawbone of leftover teeth, tiny bit of me, hotrods!
The heart and brain inside of the skin hold up the bones & animate holy scat to recycle grace
Moving pictures all in your mind, y’all asleep & dreaming the twilight zone hit the human race
Fall guys look like fellas that were neglected by their handlers, let them be insipid fakes & liars
Trust me not, faith in nothing at all, whichever way you choose, go right to left, nobody cares.
Found the exchange for your blood, sweat & tears, got paid a living wage to walk, dream deal
It’s the Art of The Deal, only one way to succeed and avoid failure, it’s dead on real, I do feel
Imagine birth & death just like this passing parade, you know, I know, we all know, it’s all God
If it ain’t all God, then it’s a UFO group from another solar system, blowin’ our DNA’s life Pod.
All in or out of the thing itself, it’s conception & the deception until the dissolution physics
Dead and gone, your ancestors left you with the same thing they had before they lost chicks
Girlfriends, lady friends, mates of the checks and balances, the spirit of the survival, dead air
Cause is because it’s a useless, useful idiot explaining subjective verbiage & holy, nappy hair.
Breaks of the linear functions complete the mission of extinction of the species, DNA deleted
Like the RNA is reprogrammed to survive, the extinct was always the alpha’s & omega’s dead
Sisters, mothers, wives, lady friends, that is all there is for the Ends, without ‘em take a bow
The stage is to the right, exit and blow the production, there’s no bravo for the third eye flow.
Days’ nights, repeat ad infinitum or not, could be the last gasp of your diaphragm’s paradigm
Wishing a third time after the first two failed to command the elements to out Space & Time
Her feelings and his comprehension of them in the real world, that is a monster on the loose
Dracula or Frankenstein, creature from the Black Lagoon, I’m all in, fiction on a ocean cruise.
Money is the dropped digits on a screen, no green, no gold, no scat leftover for the bankers
Inherited what’s leftover, here & now is always there & then, forever and one more day too
Common cats came from the bodies of other cats, reproducing nobody’s food for the butcher
Only the four-legged forms, the two-legged birds and crawling, swimming life to ingest FEAR.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 7-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Created while listenin’ to @CatStevens #AnotherSaturdayNight on #ALoop at youTube link at
https://youtu.be/_3SLr5pT2e8?si=HNRp3XX61rQPI4-e }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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