COLD HANDS, DADDIO & THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE-DRONE
Common yet unusual as the distance between new years and old centuries in a deep sleep
Recommended to stay woke as long as you can ‘cause once your condition is to be a creep
That code Red is the last code you’ll get as the SOS that it’s an emergency for skin & bones
Mortal mankind ain’t a divine creator of this system or star constellation of fireball drones.
Short bets or long shots for the odds to get beat, in a fluke of the probability that you’ll win
So much to lose when you’ve got everything, nothing left once your last gasp pulls the wind
In and out of your face’s nose & mouth, it keeps that thing itself clickin’ on cylinders I spare
My back covered and I’ve got yours too whether you see me near you or not, I will be there.
Symmetrical Attraction to the misalignment of the trajectory and missed the bull’s eye dot
Far, far away from the ground’s gold in the dirt, where pretty and painted XX’s run the XY’s
Yeah you all know what I mean except for the nuns and priests who cut off their psyche tips
The Way that the species mixed variation to survive as the most fit to avoid extinction’s lips.
Looking back now that it’s all said and done, no headaches, no heartaches, sick until death
Example of problems that need solutions are everywhere, look for trouble, gasp bad breath
I am never out of line, I own every line, single file or mob style, granny & minnie skirts I covet
Legs, ankles & toes to the tips of styled hair styled over 7 holes, ears, eyes, nose & mouth.
Created by the invisible, alien-like ghosts-gods’ blind faith in what all dying elders swallow
Hook, line and sinker, the fishermen caught the days catch and it’s time to scream out blow
About the conditions of life while you & I are wide awake trying to have a good time, bull’s it
No work, all play made Jack & Jill get a break goin’ up the hill to fetch a pail of H2O on a bit.
Blood stays inside your heart to feed your soul until it stagnates with Time & empty Space
Vinegar and brown paper on your head before you go to bed is what Jack & Jill breakin’ face
Call it a crown, your skull busted and lets your brain fluid drain, it was in it to win it, it’s gone
All of it, every sound in every room at every time you wake up in bed or a sleepin’ bag, son!
Luck has nothing to do with the karma you owe, it’s all about the scat you did, now you owe
Death is no escape for your debt to the culture, the society, the ladies and infectious germs
What you see is what you get, fictional accounts of seeing and believing surreal reality here
Now is the time, nobody has forever to make any difference at all in cosmic soup, dead hair.
Zygote to rigor mortis just the routine for the things that live, atomic nuclei live in blue skies
As above and so it is below, everything in every single case is what it is & that’s all the flies
Out of holy eggs they lay, spontaneous maggots’ little trip to see what’s always been for me
Trippin’ on highway of One, coastal feel of a bridge gone too far, this ain’t no shoppin’ spree.
It’s the Karma wreckin’ yard for the souls that couldn’t remain angels without wings, it’s fly
So, we’ll drink the wine, we’ll smoke the leaf and look around to see nobody but me & a CIA
Spy vs. Spy left over everybody else got gone, like it’s always been, all in & on their own way
Enemies turn into friends & vice versa, depending on how your money’s spent, smoke high.
Dark everywhere 90 million miles away the other way around the cosmic slop, just go fish
It’s a game of getting’ lucky finding the way in the darkness where miscreants roam in ash
This leftover of a Big Bang or an Original Sin of creating & blaming programmed DNA soon
For doing the do, walkin’ and runnin’ up and down ghetto roads to rewards and a final ruin.
Paradise on a trouble hook, snagging you, me & the weed of the sea makin’ slime backflow
Asexual reproduction & spontaneous combustion came just before the Eve of Adam, yo bro
Believe your blind faith slant on the reason you’re here & now, same fate, we’re all gonna go
Outlaws & in-laws all showed for the feast, each brought an addition to poison family, so?
There is no God, don’t trust me, look everywhere, all around, inside & outside, it’s bonkers
Illusion helps assuage the fear of death you see picking your friends, enemies & strangers
To be the one who comes up with the things to do all day, playing in the sand at the beach
Just lying around soothing the mind of fear and loathing, seething from scat out of reach.
Briefly there’s nothing just a priori of the thing itself, man and woman know, blind faithful
Coming into the stage of making love is complicated but in a nutshell, an evolutionary fool
Earth wobbles, spins, revolves all about the system of One, holy star 93 million miles afar
Far from audio visual dumps of duped popes, POTUSES, paupers all One, jack chit in a jar.
Cold outside, was no older than your last look at me, your eyes were grey like blue-silver
Seeing all you’ve seen, it’s incredible that you’re not crying all the time, I know it’s insider
Can’t walk around good & drunk, crying like a baby 24/7 just because you ain’t got prayers
For innocents & all jacked-up guilty, nothing helps, won’t stop ‘til a bitter End, crosshairs.
Here’s the way to the place where you get something to say about everything, go to school
Learn it all from music to philosophy, mathematics and physics, you’ll love all of the gruel
Eat heartily and you’ll see the results by the time you arrange for your corpse’s disposition
Every single time we enter the bones, the spirit can’t remain in accidental DNA mortal sin.
Oneness distracting the humans from doing something, making something before The End
Bitter or sweet Nothings come & tumble into the sea, Davey Jones warned us, do not send
Keep it in mind, keep it to yourself, San Franciso to Maple Shade, it all could be worse too
Timeline here and now to there and then via wherever the ball bounces, daymare, I’m blue.
Barflies have seen and actually originated the bar fights where many men received stitches
Thank Jack Daniels and Bud Weiser for their input, glass bottles break easy on the bitches
Finding what we all lost when our parents disciplined us from our ego’s intended homerun
Time and Space to return the favor of a reversal of fortunes, give & take or it’s gone for fun.
Pawns check the kings and queens because they can, given their gangland styles of killing
In California or Kiev, days & nights do what they do ad infinitum, stay stupid, all birds sing
Survival of the most fit to see through the cruelty of foul winters & summers, coast to coast
Dream clouds disguise fake facts of life, you’re here, now & gone in a NY minute, then toast.
Salute to Annandale and San Ysidro because they’re there but where, nobody knows at all
Coming here in the darkness, blinded by the bright Hollywood & Broadway lights, I freefall
On the other hand, it could be worse than it is, you could be sick and tired, ill or even dead
As the birds and bees have reiterated in front of your very eyes, nothing lasts forever, Fred!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER XXIIIrd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted from scratch while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone (ALL ALONE) K link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }
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