LEAN ON ME EVE
I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE
It’s the damn name of the game with
the rules inside of the cover with all the players
All up the alley of each and every one
of us born to anyone but an up country farmer
Ridicule of it will come from the jealous
and ignorant, it’s their karma instantly to be
As a direct result of the thoughts &
actions originating in the host, ego of y’all’s & me.
Existentially in need of the meaning
of life and death on Earth, watchin’ the scythe
Reaper comes and goes at will, at the
hand of the gods or their creator of pre-atom
Heading nowhere yet single straight
line that turns left or right, right angle or curve
Dreamin’ it all and then wakin’ up in
your bed’s quilts, naked as a j-bird, as an Adam.
Better for the skin to skin contact
the special, significant other dishes from the Eden
Fairy tales and actual events
unrecorded other than word of mouth & signify in code
Written, spoken or painted on surfaces
from trees to rocks to pulp fiction paper Zen
I employ the tools in the shed I
inherited from the genome, twilight zone ala mode.
Swallow pride saying all words in the
way a spell goes, order in categorical imperative
Presto after the magic fills the smokey
void, appearing out of nowhere, a funky thing
Nobody is in a position to believe you
because of your exhibition of logic & reasoning
All children, through infancy &
personal hygienics training, bloody bone’s a deep dive.
Harm is merely the lack of longevity
to the forsaken species, we’re all gonna die apeman
You’ll see I’m right, but it will be
too late on your last breath, try to live like no superman
Pole south to north, on the exterior crawling,
walking, running & flying to keep it all real
Seeing is believing, without eyesight
it’s understandable that Blackness is no color at all.
My side front door is as wide and tall
as my back door, the height only seven feet-two
Why all 86 inches in all when it could
be 6 & 7 which makes little sense if you don’t know
Nothing more than all of the things
made from the gas of atoms, colliding in a clump
Why is this? If I never know, I’ll die in wonder, hopefully
another 20-year dump.
Far, far away from all music that’s
being played for neither rhymes nor rational reasons
Without birth control through a myriad
of means, the species will remain in extinction
Modus operandi as it’s always been
since the original sin, don’t tell the priests & nuns
What fun it is to laugh and sing a jingle
bells song that achieves a daughter’s new sons.
Feeling warm and as cozy as you can in
the odd company of strangers who don’t see you
You see them & attempt to engage
only to be ignored as if not worthy of the affair’s stew
Function of the beings is to absorb
the systematic doom exuding from the pores of a few
Rockin’ around the Christmas tree
& dancin’ with the sentimental feeling, turning it blue.
Off the cuff, some people have a lot
of nerve thinking that they’re better than all of us too
Imagine the gall, the audacity of an
idiot or a moron, even an evil genius or common fool
All that live on Earth are invisible
from 8 miles high, I’m not exaggerating, ask any aviator
Everyman’s words carry weight, an
ounce to a pound of the blood, sweat & tears’ jerker.
Form is the specific anterior of the a
posteriori improvisation, we are the tool of creation
Neutral or neuter as it must be
without any gear or gender of mating content, original sin
In the center of the dot, the period,
there is nothing at all, complete void as above & below
I never cared for Beetovhan or Chopin
but in the right hands, brass & string mutate a blow.
Bars and spaces to signify the exact repetition
of the tonal memory to soothe a savage too
Man or beast from savage to a
cultured, educated pretender of being better than all of you
Yet, as above, so below, if it can
happen then it will happen, what can go wrong will as well
On the other hand, with two for a
choice, everything else is wrong, down a rabbit hole I fell.
Suddenly, everything that was all lit
up with daylight turned pitch black without any warning
Gratitude for the assistance provided
by the unconscious mind within, inherited for nothing
Just in time, in the right place in synchronization
with the galaxy and effects of the 1st cause
Firsthand experience cancelled personality & notion preconception yielding a perfection, God.
by
rjjstephan, i
c. Samedhi, 12-13-2025
AD @ 444 PMPST
{ Inspired by the hum of my cerebral cortex & listenin’ to the #BestOfWarTheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bMOQAtvmaQY?si=kVt8hshUTFSEtH3a }
F I N I S
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