SOME WORDS THAT LIE,
BROUGHT AN APPLE TO TEACHER
There’s hardly a moment that passes by my conscious mind without bowing low
One’s ‘X’ power that is me, as humble as humility itself will allow, no secret sauce
Random recombinant DNA through RNA transfer injection of venom, aliens’ boss.
Down to brass tacks for the ticks & ten toes, two feet ahead of the heads of states
Amnesia clears the slate of guilt for command violations, commander-master bait
Neither more nor any less than the function of the calculus, triangulation of point
Over the line resulting from a drawn, linear scratch between invisible, blind dates.
At the alpha ape’s hometown between jungles and deserts, I come to go far away
All galactic, as subatomic to macro-galaxy freedom to surrender your soul today
Pipe dream of smoke & mirrors reflections of deductions & inductions, kill switch
Inter-dimensional elements without H2O in orbit about triple Singularity niches.
Blown your dream up in smoke, slamming your hard objectives into subjective ilk
Everywhere they appear, as around the magnetic resonance in spoiled teat milk
Fission-Fusion atoms, general & specific theories of relativity, dimwit, gluon dust
Made no mistakes, all for the sake of the minions’ skin & bone, a cosmic porridge.
Changing the road you’ve been on since your mother dropped you out the womb
Wasn’t as easy as it looked just because it was a forked son of a gun, stone tomb
Never looked back to see if it was still there in my past, boots caught in a stirrup
Learned a bit about everything & nothing about a thing in every case, bottoms up!
TNT as in dynamite that Dolomite laid down before AC/DC life in a rock hand
Nitroglycerin blew the gold out of the mountains, why the metal ran in salty sand
Last gasp is in us all, you may or may not have company at the rigor mortis’ play
Sitting up, lying down, rotting, eaten or left in ruins to be picked in my own way.
Archeological, misanthropic medium of a whole shebang lost in the spunk of a sun
Light lost and becomes darkness without hope for seeing form and matter comin’
Goin’ far from Shangri la & close to the dumpster in the back alley, it’s a hobo bin
For grafters & storytellers without meaning to ‘em, it’s hip to be a square, my son.
Origins of you personally and everything else on & In this planet, solar systemic
Remember the day your mother conceived you & day before that absurd polemic
Someone said they loved her & moved to animate your corpus’ essence of skunk
Isolate your odors in perfunctory cover-ups, never be one who stank, be a punk.
Doors open & shut quickly whether you like it or not, beware of dogs, once bitten
Fight the bad fight with good enough skills when utilized in stealth and mortal sin
Created from nothing & then advised that Will to Power is cancelled by dead men
Beer for my horses, they’re alcoholic equine souls, so I guzzle a bottle of o’ Jack.
Hot, puppet chick workin’ the strings of the puppet master, up & down, to and fro
Introduced the play, origin of the matrix including every atom is the Unknown bro
Horrific to realize your grandfathers & your progeny had neither human nor divine
What else it could be other than that we’re #Alien, blowin’ terrestrial stop signage.
Dicks with ass-less chaps on a troop ship with @Cher rock rollin’ to higher notes
Check out the hair of the dog when you get a chance, even if you don’t, it’s boats
Arks to carry the animals & plants above the waterline, surface below, sub above
Early graves, overdue tabs awaiting foreclosure, ghost souls’ karma, puppy love.
All about me dancin’ with my sweet baby out at the club Saturday night, boogie
Down home or far, far away on vacation or career movement variables, a woogie
Emergency number to call was 911 whether your loser’s spirit lost the fight or not
Somebody got hurt or killed in the fray, may have been the good or the holy evil.
Boxed in six-sided triangles & three-sided squares, a third empty can of cold beer
You cannot make these things up for free, if they pay for the jingle, it’s all put-on
Monkeys see clearly how to mimic the actors in the troupe, clingin’ to faith & gun
Pioneers just the children of the exiled poor bastards conceived in vain hope-fear.
Old redneck from South Carolina croonin’ to the fanatics in front of the backstage
Hillbilly hittin’ the rhymes with infallible rhythm of country guitars beatin’ my rage
You had what it took but you lost it on the way to find what you had I’m outta time
Cover hair on the head because of bearded pimps pretending, full stop on a dime.
It played smoothly as if a bridge was coated in black ice, cold as clear light blight
Blown corks out the bottles, in celebration of the thing itself going into a fair fight
The herd in the corral were the slaughter of tables in the near future, farm to fork
Ramblers & Firebirds movin’ aside for the Mustangs and Camaros, magnets work.
I’ve gone fishin’ every time that it’s my time to be serious MRI look in my hot head
Usually about a hundred degrees of heat keepin’ the cranium cool, I’m alive, dead
Meaning steps away from it always, all accidental todays & intentional tomorrows
Cosmic stew in a resonance, a millimeter from nappy curls and brain stem flows.
Dirty rotten garbage in the trash dump, isolating a stench in a pit, far from crowds
It had to be this way, vermin rats & bubonic plague as well as foul odors of doom
Breach the star, rip the Singularity from the penumbra, salute a fool’s errand skip
Locomotion sang in a groove on the tracks, I gave it a chance, turned a radar blip.
Help ain’t comin’ but you’re getting’ the knack, it’s the karma you owe to randoms
Run into every one of them at random, males, females, friends of failed condoms
Claim you were meant to be, for karma’s sake or the intent of loving mates of life
Apple tree of knowledge got cut down for firewood, power seeds of human strife.
Sat down on the swing of delight, pushed myself, couldn’t wait for a helping hand
Darkness turned to light thanks to the revolution of Earth spinnin’ a rubber band
Stretching the void to its limit before a Singularity reclaims its natural deity, H2O
Medium keepin’ mud wet down to cracking faults, pole to pole, a God’s final blow.
Pipe dream of smoke & mirrors reflections of deductions & inductions, kill switch
Inter-dimensional elements without H2O in orbit about triple Singularity niches.
Blown your dream up in smoke, slamming your hard objectives into subjective ilk
Everywhere they appear, as around the magnetic resonance in spoiled teat milk
Fission-Fusion atoms, general & specific theories of relativity, dimwit, gluon dust
Made no mistakes, all for the sake of the minions’ skin & bone, a cosmic porridge.
Changing the road you’ve been on since your mother dropped you out the womb
Wasn’t as easy as it looked just because it was a forked son of a gun, stone tomb
Never looked back to see if it was still there in my past, boots caught in a stirrup
Learned a bit about everything & nothing about a thing in every case, bottoms up!
TNT as in dynamite that Dolomite laid down before AC/DC life in a rock hand
Nitroglycerin blew the gold out of the mountains, why the metal ran in salty sand
Last gasp is in us all, you may or may not have company at the rigor mortis’ play
Sitting up, lying down, rotting, eaten or left in ruins to be picked in my own way.
Archeological, misanthropic medium of a whole shebang lost in the spunk of a sun
Light lost and becomes darkness without hope for seeing form and matter comin’
Goin’ far from Shangri la & close to the dumpster in the back alley, it’s a hobo bin
For grafters & storytellers without meaning to ‘em, it’s hip to be a square, my son.
Origins of you personally and everything else on & In this planet, solar systemic
Remember the day your mother conceived you & day before that absurd polemic
Someone said they loved her & moved to animate your corpus’ essence of skunk
Isolate your odors in perfunctory cover-ups, never be one who stank, be a punk.
Doors open & shut quickly whether you like it or not, beware of dogs, once bitten
Fight the bad fight with good enough skills when utilized in stealth and mortal sin
Created from nothing & then advised that Will to Power is cancelled by dead men
Beer for my horses, they’re alcoholic equine souls, so I guzzle a bottle of o’ Jack.
Hot, puppet chick workin’ the strings of the puppet master, up & down, to and fro
Introduced the play, origin of the matrix including every atom is the Unknown bro
Horrific to realize your grandfathers & your progeny had neither human nor divine
What else it could be other than that we’re #Alien, blowin’ terrestrial stop signage.
Dicks with ass-less chaps on a troop ship with @Cher rock rollin’ to higher notes
Check out the hair of the dog when you get a chance, even if you don’t, it’s boats
Arks to carry the animals & plants above the waterline, surface below, sub above
Early graves, overdue tabs awaiting foreclosure, ghost souls’ karma, puppy love.
All about me dancin’ with my sweet baby out at the club Saturday night, boogie
Down home or far, far away on vacation or career movement variables, a woogie
Emergency number to call was 911 whether your loser’s spirit lost the fight or not
Somebody got hurt or killed in the fray, may have been the good or the holy evil.
Boxed in six-sided triangles & three-sided squares, a third empty can of cold beer
You cannot make these things up for free, if they pay for the jingle, it’s all put-on
Monkeys see clearly how to mimic the actors in the troupe, clingin’ to faith & gun
Pioneers just the children of the exiled poor bastards conceived in vain hope-fear.
Old redneck from South Carolina croonin’ to the fanatics in front of the backstage
Hillbilly hittin’ the rhymes with infallible rhythm of country guitars beatin’ my rage
You had what it took but you lost it on the way to find what you had I’m outta time
Cover hair on the head because of bearded pimps pretending, full stop on a dime.
It played smoothly as if a bridge was coated in black ice, cold as clear light blight
Blown corks out the bottles, in celebration of the thing itself going into a fair fight
The herd in the corral were the slaughter of tables in the near future, farm to fork
Ramblers & Firebirds movin’ aside for the Mustangs and Camaros, magnets work.
I’ve gone fishin’ every time that it’s my time to be serious MRI look in my hot head
Usually about a hundred degrees of heat keepin’ the cranium cool, I’m alive, dead
Meaning steps away from it always, all accidental todays & intentional tomorrows
Cosmic stew in a resonance, a millimeter from nappy curls and brain stem flows.
Dirty rotten garbage in the trash dump, isolating a stench in a pit, far from crowds
It had to be this way, vermin rats & bubonic plague as well as foul odors of doom
Breach the star, rip the Singularity from the penumbra, salute a fool’s errand skip
Locomotion sang in a groove on the tracks, I gave it a chance, turned a radar blip.
Help ain’t comin’ but you’re getting’ the knack, it’s the karma you owe to randoms
Run into every one of them at random, males, females, friends of failed condoms
Claim you were meant to be, for karma’s sake or the intent of loving mates of life
Apple tree of knowledge got cut down for firewood, power seeds of human strife.
Sat down on the swing of delight, pushed myself, couldn’t wait for a helping hand
Darkness turned to light thanks to the revolution of Earth spinnin’ a rubber band
Stretching the void to its limit before a Singularity reclaims its natural deity, H2O
Medium keepin’ mud wet down to cracking faults, pole to pole, a God’s final blow.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XXVIth , MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #ZEBOP link @ https://youtu.be/1F1rcLpPNd8 }
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