There’s no way for me to say what needs to be said or to do what needs to be done
Knowledge comprehended is blinded faith in wisdom that few received before, my son
Meaning higher than a kite to avoid focusing on an unacceptable fate of the species spa
To die after you live means that living is a lucky stroke of the accident you call Ma & Pa.
Lookin’ in the mirror you can find in any restaurant’s restroom, necessitating hand sanity
Nothing to clear your mind in the lavatory other than the head, nice in the pinch of gravity
Babies, toddlers, pre-K, K-12, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior & Senior, twice in eight years
Collected the collective unconscious within a mere 208 bones, drank cases of the beers.
Whiskey and wine didn’t escape my arrested attention, that guided me through the godson
My godfather, my godmother, havin’ a party with my father and mother in the by-and-by fun
Talkin’ life without the excess baggage of a holy body in arrears, failing to flail in a dark heart
Past, present or future the construction of Time conceptual analysis of every cavalry’s fort.
Three wishes and none of them can be wishing for more nor less, you got a genie in a bottle
Rub with the friction of love, smoke signals will be lit, excitement of Being begins to throttle
Big country and tiny city all move the bowels of reincarnation and reconstruction pasture
Remember nothing to start anew and repeat history until it ends well with your departure.
Reality checking from the second you wake up in the morning, dream fades, 20/20 vision
Here and now you’ll know at the finale’s last act, it’s maybe the 3rd one, it’s One of the One
Asking why is a distraction; you must adapt, or you won’t survive the testing & inoculation
I have grief to share with the penny pinchers & billionaires, you can’t save a thin dime, son.
Blood, sweat and tears come out of your sinews & bones that used to be a zygote in mama
Love or lust makes no difference to life, to be born is the game to play, rules are rules papa
Somewhere in heaven, above and beyond what you can see is what you get deceased joy
Never to worry about anything in Eternity, the transitory I wasn’t very good at, a good boy!
Telling the Truth is easy if somebody told you what it is, you can’t make this scat up, man
Listen carefully as if you weren’t already, you’re blind, deaf & you’re dumb, trifecta scree
Bred to be thoroughly perfect in every survival skill, effective until the burden of a woman
Garden of Eden alone, suddenly playin’ house with a lover-mate, a dream breathes in me.
You have the hang of it, apes in a tree, in a cave, under the ground-pound, everybody’s now
Time matches insights unseen as well as the history, all infinite Space both above & below
Hear and then feel the backbeat that moves atoms in synchronic orchestration, sing a song
Wish all wishes came true & boom they do, so you comprehend this, take a hit on the bong.
Harlem and Irving all the way east to The Lake, biggest part of me, the beach & the sand silt
Apparently, I believed I was divinely anointed to trust all mankind, good & bad players skills
All in my one body and soul of 208 bones and a divine spark of a father, son & a holy, l’il boy
You can’t make this scat up, ask the pope & minions of cardinals, bishops, all priests of joy.
Now, later will be to late, present the wisdom fast & furiously, as if you’re runnin’ out of days
Subjects your father breached with the divine, all too human prayers to a mighty unknown
Bits and pieces of fragments, broken headstones from the cemetery of ancestral skull bone
Love rains, love dries up with the last of the snow flow from a solitary mountaintop phase.
At the crossroads now, can’t go back where you came from, nobody can, two ways to go be
Off of the cliff jumping in the vast unknown to meet Fate, face to face, concept annihilation
As it was it will be again, amorphous Void with the attention of star fission and fusion Sin
As if it’s humanity’s fault that a star shines, creates Life and is invisible in omnipotent skin.
You’re like a story that’s got legs, we’re extrapolating into the twilight zone, breeding magic
Without a Cause, without an Effect, wishes work well in stealth, unconsciously right, sick
Successful existence, right here and now, the Way was narrow, right down the middle path
Feel, remember you’re blessed with omnipotence, fear Death’s Pain, you Fool, I am wraith.
Busy bee-buzzing in the hive for what reason? Talk about the overcrowding overpopulation
Not enough honey for every bee in the hive, some need extermination termination & slo gin
Elevation at the highest place on big dirt is the coldest place in the stratosphere near Space
Now you know, everyone else won’t know, you’re alone with not even one punch in the face.
Apes in cages, in zoos, in buildings of cities, towns in every county and barrio, named vulgar
Just an accepted sound of the tongues noise, evil inside of the beholder not the generator
Food for thought flying through eternity with or without me, still consciously aware of it all
Good to freefall, comfortable being alone, a future, no company bred girlfriends, downfall.
So, when you’re ready to know, here’s the Truth, ashes to ASHES and dust to DUST obliges
Nothing more nor less than the Truth, the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita, Book of Lies
Wisdom is knowing you’ll die like your friends do, like the food you eat does before baking
Now and then, you get lucky, feel good the moment you expire, my wish for queen & king.
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