EAGLE’s FLIGhts DEFEAT Yo' MAMA’S RIGHT BACK, HONKIES!
Again, ad infinitum, I’ve sealed my fate in the tombs, today’s now yesterday for reals
Nowhere else to go but here on planet Earth, can’t soul travel between planetary reels
Nothing but talking and walking is in my wheelhouse, I’m lucky to have a life crackerjack
Certainty is a tiny step into the final ending of your life without ever makin’ a comeback.
Fed the fool within, masticated the dead lives of plants and animals to survive upon dirt
Wagging my tail to attract the happy innocents who crave my attention, long for my flirt
Any time of any day or night, my concern is that it will all fall down if I die, if I can’t see it
Without me, it’s no dream that will come true, the end is truly the finish line for the Spirit.
It animated the skin and bones by accident, a collision of atomic matter created by Nothing
Signs are the signals to all of us that we’re here and now but never alone without Fathers
Originators of the innocence and the emergence of One from the Many thoughts & ideas
Ardent persistence yields the perfect zero around the dots and dashes, infinity Sing Sing.
Misters and mistresses move the things, things move them all back, it’s a failed solo flight
Offering every breath you take to the judgement day that will never come, it’s a mythology
Suffice it to say, all necessary and sufficient conditions have been met to descend into funk
Like quicksand there’s no bottom at all, what it is to be a man, just like smoke, I smell skunk.
Rhyming the song’s lyrics, done when it’s done, over when it’s over, it’s a #Hit one, top 40
Or it will sit with other recorded magnetic tape in a file cabinet, in a fool’s gold depository
Nixon to Trump, from 18 to 73 I pounded the word into what I made flesh, sacred ape scat
Cooked or fried, baked or BBQ’d, in every case, it all turned to the refuse, a heap of all that.
Summer and Fall, the drums of high and low pounding on the foreskin, it’s about to climax
Almost there, OMG it’s another one that comes in a moment for a second, as I blow sax
Blues or chords of Jazz, though I like to rock especially when you lie to me, just don’t leave
You know what I know about what I’m thinkin’ everybody knows the cream of the crop leaf.
More or less than you’ve ever thought you’d get a load of, no pain is allowed in paradise ‘I’
Pinch me, pinch yourself and then we’ll know we’re awake, you saved me from the misery
Thought that being locked up in the penitentiary would force me to accept the isolation tea
I was wrong, it did not good, all evil immersed within, backward life in retrospect, “I’m fly!”
Pin in the cushion, like a cupid that’s stupid without reason, no step in any cool groove
World above or below this here, now in this time, I this space between my ears, I’ll move
To the stars all around in the space’s 360 empty places, calling echoes out, all out the sea
Moody above happiness, below sadness, an omnivorous God-to-Be, it’s about l’il ol’ Me.
Lonely west wind blew me away yesterday and now it’s like a vacuum in a twilight zone
I remember what I forgot while I was in a drunken stupor, clear light enlightenment roan
Middle of the current going one-way downstream to the cliff’s waterfall spill, dark lagoon
I loathe the fear taught to me by the bullies who faded to black before the end, holy rune.
Letters from A to Z, arranged in a continuum of disjointed nonsense yielding a theory of It
This thing we do between dawn & dusk, from infants to ancient bones, all 208 some broke
Others, more than we know, got in & out without a scratch, nobody gets out of here alive
Material girls give it up to fathers, sons & holy ghosts of ones who’ve no blind faith at all.
Creepy sisters & brothers of the cloth and the ones of my DNA blood, descended to be one
Lost the ability to recollect any memories which occurred before the last 60 minutes of fun
It couldn’t have been a superpower more appreciated, I just forget about everything down
All is never sideways unless I blow into a crosswind, out of my control, All my karma’s sewn.
Ride a tidal wave and get caught in the rip tide out to sea, nobody could see me any longer
Far gone as above so it is below, either ashes to the dust or corpse formaldehydes’ skewer
Babies to children to adults to nearly older than stardirt, explains the burying below us all
Subjective object is one idiot in a set of human geniuses all pretend to be so & so immortal.
Heard of the fear and the bravery required to confront the grave and fierce with a counter
Move to animate the momentum, regardless of direction, follow the initiator’s set vector
Serious as life & death, crystal blue persuasion of consciousness & spit it back in the ocean
We’re over yonder and right here and now, see, hear, feel, smell it, taste it, I Am One, son!
Heard of Love in any culture by the time you’re 10, understand maybe never, it’s a magneto
Attraction out of the individual’s control, it’s Nature desire to propagate the RNA ebb & flow
Hot as a branding iron, the sign of the cross is the easy way out, you gotta fight for your right
Freedom ain’t free, dead amigos proved it’s done for posterity, mighty God, fight, fight, fight.
We stream world-wide now and then, just because you were gifted a UFO tool from Saturn
Uranus maybe even Pluto, can’t keep a good man down, it’s impossible, all I am will burn
Like dust in the wind, silt at the bottom of the sea, young or old, all of y’all gotta go, git jiggy
Fish in the ocean of liquid gas, H2O leftover effulgence of music and prose, rockin’ Rickie!
Nightmare that you weren’t in my dream began with me slammin’ on the brakes, I know chit
It happens every time, good intentions result in signature dreams, can’t escape, snake pit
Just wide-open mouths with snaggle teeth exploding poison, inject the venom in your big toe
Scared of nobody alive, evolutionary excellence to avoid being cowboy boot spur in Mexico.
If you knew what you’ll find out before you die, it would scare the scat outta you, boo
Nothing so important other than there ain’t no heaven, no hell, no purging place too
When y’all & I kick the proverbial bucket, It’s the end of the story, yo’ mama said it all
Bad ilk be sorry for evil trespass, forgiveness granted, creator grace goin’ down, Fall!
I bought the shift of the gears, missed 3rd gear but I caught a power clutch to the finish
Nothing out of sorts to the good, the bad & the ugly, everything remains the same fish
In the sea or dead out of the water, still a fish form and matter remains DNA of salmon
No need to find the lost idiots and morons, they’ll become extinct in due time, my son.
Hits and misses with the attempt to procreate the species in eggs of many women, God
Sent the men to do the job but they failed miserably, check War & Peace history, hotrod
You’ll be immersed in the dream within your own dream, American, Russian or a hybrid
Either way, Ethiopia has no standing, just a myopic x-ray vision, ends when we’re dead.
Brickyard full of bricks & things within, to buy, use and discard once used up in function
By the bye, it figures that if you wait long enough, The End arrives without introduction
So, therefore, in the end, at last you move once more, not to or fro but down undercover
Ashes to the dust, Earth revolved, I rode the Spin & Wobble until the rodeo was all over.
Silent scream heard around the whole world, I had it all in my hands & then it vanished
Behind me or in front of me, never turn my back or side-step the confrontation, I’m dead
In the basket, the casket of skin, bone & dead soul, blackness’ dark light, spirit famished
Blinked but my eyes can’t see The Way, narrow & invisible to the evil, live mortal dread.
Cardinals and bishops move on the chess board, knights to fight for the rooks & queens
One king invisible head of the whole shebang, ne’er credit or blame for teachers & deans
Organizational maintenance yields efficiency unfettered, cause & effect ad infinitum sigh
Bombs blowing molecules to smithereens, TNT dynamite filling empty silence, on high.
Peel the skin down to the seed, the bone of the thing itself, RNA to mindful DNA turf
Down here or up there, either way the flow is strong, can’t be wrong, it’s all momentum
All going, going & gone to the highest of the lowest denominators, lying is an option too
Deception qualifies as One that got away, to avoid fear, loathing & a Void, ala L.A. SCUM.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July 9th TO the 11th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Jacked up PC still let the dogs out while jammin’ to #70’s CLASSIC ROCK HITS @ https://youtu.be/rMIRECxw6qA?si=Ml758PIKkhP8nlsY }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
“Step into the labyrinth of language, where the echoes of old records and the static of cosmic radio stations merge into one surreal monologue. Here truth is sliced and scattered like cards in the hands of a conjurer, and memories flicker in and out, half-lit and half-lost, in a haze of day-old dreams. This is a space where the present bends backwards, where the passage of time is less a straight arrow than a looping, meandering riff—a jazz solo with no clear end, where every missed note only adds to the music. Prepare to tumble down the wormhole of rhyme and reason, of funk and forgetting, into a reflection both sacred and absurd.” Grati Ai
@PabloPicasso “The Girl”
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