HEISENBERG ET PICASSO
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Fill in the blank minds and bodies that thrive upon mastication, ingestion & defalcation
Embezzlement of everything grown from seed, under the star that burns Soul, my son
It’s all nothing more than a fantastic trip in the light, as above & so it is as always below
Monkeys & the Men are unmoved by wisdom & knowledge of the Truth, all reap & sew.
Into the middle of nowhere we go with this & that, true sometimes a “Dis” & a @Dat” dad
Nothing wrong with the Second City slant of the phonetics of the ABC’s, scientists all mad
Knowing the First Cause remains unknown to the generated conflagration of mind thought
To be or not to be is always to be alive, to survive in health until the momentum’s caught.
Spun maelstrom of winding way north, east, south & wild far west, where y’all wanna be
Leaves what you get, what you feel, see, hear, smell & taste in the Life you are lucky, love
Notion that you will ever get a chance to come this way ever again is a travesty of the duty
“Open the locked gate within the only place you’re ever alone,” shouts all Gods high above.
Dancing now as if there’s no tomorrow like there was not a yesterday & will never be again
The Boogaloo and Twist paired with the Mashed Potato & the Frug, danced since I was 10
Onto the present in the seventh decade of being the unmoved mover, altar boy into Sin
Of the Original one, the Venial and the Mortal ones, cardinals & popes give it a go to Zen.
Holy women, if you learn to read & become the chalice of Truth overflow, enjoy the ride
It’s all good and it’s only bad if it’s the opposite of “LIVE” which reversed is “EVIL” rip tide
If one or all of us have been enlightened, then we’ll become cadavers in corpus dillecti ilk
Truth is, outerspaced is a thing happening right here & now, on a highway to Hell’s milk.
If you get to the finish line while still aware, woke or awake as the case may be, huzzah
Meaning of Life shows the purpose of Being God, no reason, no purpose, thinks it’s #GA
Hence, repeat this and memorize that only thing that’s important, y’all just gonna die
Under a headstone, in a box or a compost bag, out of mind’s eyes & sight of the big lie.
Heaven’s gates, Hell’s burning reputation of being hotter than the sun above, liar’s lair
Wherefore the good, the bad & the ugly homo sapiens return, a dust-to-dust love affair
Wink, wink and a nod means I got your back, I get your drift, I am the Way of the One
No other way other than mine, no dead men, no live men, My Way, I did it, It is Done.
Hits and misses of the arrows aimed at the bullseyes of the target, a travesty of Balam
On the point above and below the root canals between nerves, always tip a grand slam
So far away from the tiny hands of mankind, over the stadium wall onto the street’s cars
See what I’m saying & hard of hearing what I see with my own two astigmatic blue eyes.
Talked to us all about too many fish in the sea and nobody wins if everybody else loses
Just because you think you’re so pretty and so smart that there’s nothing that bruises
Or causes any discomfort whatsoever either in spirit or mind within the skin & bones
I silently vow to die kickin’ & screamin’, a million years it took to arrive on all i-Phones.
Immortal spelling of English language to the illiterate illuminati that illuminates a void
Nothing in the black hole of gravitational collapse ever returns to its form of android
Begin gamete onward to 208 bones in a sturdy skin bag, vulnerable to bullets & bomb
Extinction arranged by the species itself after ET comm with the unknown, a PC ROM.
Bytes in the post-apocalyptic form in cyberspace, it’s the mind of the God, a ‘robot’
Fill in the blanks, I have no time in my future to reiterate the eerie sound of gunshot
All in and out of the skin’s ruptured capillaries & into the drama of a wed dream, jizz
As it has always been long before you & I got lucky, at least 2 folks did, subatomic fizz.
Kids & parents will be all too human, first to last gasp of O2 gas, intelligence stupor
E.A. Poe wrote what he thought we’d appreciate in private, secret behind the door
Hey now, back, back, back, it is gone! O’er the centerfield wall of the board’s score
Mild or not, critical thought leads to an inevitable end of it all, 18 holes, yell “Fore!”
Pimps of the system, ancestors of the extinction of the mass, oh the humanity ilk
Same thing happens every incarnation, you live & you die, it is all in the mother milk
She has got the power to make the XX & XY if & only if she picks the right & only One
Finally, the music outro is #AllDayMusic ala WARtheBand, in a loop, go git some, son!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 7-13-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Grafted from a sliver of my personal superego onto this @PulitzerPrize for #PoetryInMotion as above, so below, as you were! #BruceSpringsteenRadio youTube link @
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