SUPREME SHADOW SUNSET STONE
In no way, any shape or hardly any form will the original sin be the fault of the Man, Adam
Regardless of the accuracy of the blame game, it’s all after the fact of life has become, damn
We all are the people as around a tower of Babel, signals & signs mean agree or disagree time
On the battles & the wars that result from the conflagration of wills, reveal history on a dime.
Creep factor becomes embedded in the darkness where angels fear to go while in stealth mode
Losing the edge that invisibility allows, gets you fired by the gods & sent to Hades’ rocky road
Over & under the line is where the odds get tricky & require expertise to Win, Place and Show
My book is your book, I keep the bets all in my head, no harm & no foul, winners blow by blow.
Grace & the sins against the good, bad & ugly all get tallied for the final judge to mete out evens
So, nobody gets short-changed & it’s all on the up and up for everyone to agree is good for Zens
Inner so deep inside that it’s not only unseen but also invisible to the tangible touch & taste of it
Got a line & an angle to form a triad, square & 3D pyramid, four sides, no three-duo dimension.
Bottoms up, drink the lights out, find a place to lay your head without disturbance, just dread it
Awaken with the hair of the dog in your mouth, hungover like an awning over an anthill of chit
Mercy from the maker if any exists, drinking orange juice for a buzz, hit a bong for the buddies
A dreamcatcher eliminates the wasted time we’ve spent being responsible for obligatory fees.
Low hanging fruit for low riders hangin’ on the rue de ville from L.A. to Brooklyn & Philly’s bell
Trips are few & far between since nothing is free & you’ve got to pay your way to rap in the dell
My money is good for the goods exchange, the traders wanted it this way, it is what it is, all blue
Moms & dads, guardians of the gold inherited from the dead & gone punks, all Great Ones too.
Cartoons in 3D right in front of our faces without the silver screens, plasma display smell vision
Playin’ juice harps as paradise drifts beyond a salted sea, lost presence all becomes immersion
In deeper, behind shadows of darkness, running the spook show for the minions of holy names
Inns full, nowhere to run, no place to sleep, no safe place for rent, no, I’m the player of games.
Drop the pretensions, if I could, I would but one of us must if we’re to survive the dirty joke
That Earth is not only a mass of assorted masses of molecules, to the dead ones who smoke
Jokes on you & yours, full stop, what the hell that interjects is the idiocy of the moron head
Into a maelstrom down the middle, in gravitational collapse of my soul, yours too, it’s dead.
I deny the Truth and I’ve full blind faith in the Unknown, as an omnipotent presence, my zoo
Beyond twilight zones in 360 degree surrounding strategy, Earth’s God, Scratch ala Kalamazoo
It’s all no joke, making love causes over population, too much love causes extinction of #TheMany
It could be worse, imagine your surprise to never have been conceived, day’s yield a penny.
Realization as a teenager that Life itself is an intangible chimera, a thing nevertheless, at one
Opine, it’s always the same, I know, you don’t know, you know I know, we know nothing, so
Funk runs together due to the spin of the contracted mass, fighting quakes in yards of stock
Moving the gas into deep pockets which were deep holes in the meteoric glob, planet Rock.
Whether a human was aborted a moment or nine months post-conception, still extinction
How the species will be treated by the enormous powers that be when the time comes in
To be or not to be, survival of the most fit & ability to survive with ease & comfort, happy
As above, so below it should be, happiness is all too human, not divine sadness, ol’ pappy.
On a roll today & tomorrow, I surfed onto the beach on some nice tidal waves, here & now
Bringing the big guns to the battle, figuratively the sharks & the jets at the rumble in tow
Junkies & slum bums who can’t retrieve their own junk all die in the morgue of cities’ stiffs
Production of the three acts & epilogue depend on the prologue, tearin’ it up guitar riffs.
Ice cream of the crop comes into perspective, shift attention from logic & reason to hysteria
I misunderstand it all, you are an ignorant fool to continue the charade of being a mameluka
Think about all you’ve thought about during your life & then forget about it & die, God bless
All you are, all we are, all I am, One thing called Live Earth, neither more nor lesser, confess.
One thing is clear and other things are even more clear, reflexive breathing in and out always
It’s how you & I remain alive & well, here & now, no choice other than to die in a burial daze
Purpose has an appropriate force to succeed at reaching an ultimate goal, a whole, holy truth
Block you, block everyone who attempts to violate rules of engagement, pull a wisdom tooth.
I follow nobody, recall your favorite heroes and idols who appeared happy to be alive, daily
Do unto nobody on Earth anything that you would not want them to do to you, man or lady
Crunchy between the molars and incisors, hot in the city for the personality mask grotesque
Day after day, minute after minute, be present, be here & now, a naked ape tomato bisque.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, August 8th MMXXV Anno Domini
@ 411 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin to @WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=IC4ns5y6acSPUimj }
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