HER TONGUE DOES WHAT IT DOES WHEN SHE CHOOSES
At will, the free and easy Will to Power which we all get robbed of before Reason kicks the kid
Fear to loathe this first place choice of gods, in every tongue on Earth, her name means It, “Id”
All you need to know is get out the way if you fear sudden death, since she has no preferences
Smash & dispose of you, well most of you other than the sacrificed bits of 208 frag-swag pieces.
Here by now you can bet your bottom dollar if you even have a centavo left over post-Christmas
Bet your bottom dollar on whatever has the most odds against winning, you’ll be sure to lose it
Bet your rent or mortgage or the gas and electricity bills, your car payment, bet it all, win or lose
It’s a good chance you’ll lose it all, get ready for a 2nd fall, fell into & out of the love with booze.
Blame and responsibility is all on me, my free will chose to raise the glass of wine, a toke of herb
Needless to say, nevertheless it’s important in any case to deduce the important conclusion, sir
All Respect you give to yourself you may share with all personalities in kind, it’s lost to be found
Be kind to others as you’d like them to be back to you, it comes around like a merry-go-round.
Prisoners of war and peace wait as the young birds in the nest with their traps open for drops
Of men and mice, it’s the same old song as birds sing, a reminder that y’all just a mortal pop
Nothing other than respect for the Truth is necessary and sufficient in every form’s substance
Blood and bone as we are, the gods never were, y’all be happy to be here in a finite instance.
It takes a small error to cause a misdirection of the life of hundreds affected in 50 years of Time
Once knowledge is uncovered by reason’s logic, it is done, yet an invisible tweak remains, a sign
Blundered ala blind altruism to pretenders, misremembered lives, compassionate simpletons
I’m just talkin’ to myself ‘bout myself because I’m the only one who recalls daughters & sons.
Innocent and innocence are the nature of the weak that do not survive Earth, you savage beast
Only God knows the end of Time, the planet’s demise in a Big Bang or Little Squeak, BBQ feast
Loaned a few moments on borrowed Time without knowing the interest on the payback scorch
Full disclosure of the Truth in every case is a certain sign you won’t forget the original lie’s torch.
Holy men and women taught the Word as best they could, it was not their place to claim victory
Hence, a game with rules and regulations mimicking the reality of Earth, Wind and Fire 2nd Story
That your mind’s eye has a concoction of consciousness without a body of bones, a prerogative I
Ego or its superior Alter One that hooks up an imaginary Super One, a thing is nothing t’all, aye!
All I know is what’s not been burned by the folks who needed heat to feel warm, all that’s left Is
All there is, now on the world-wide-web for every, conscious thing itself, idiot, moron or genius
For the Truth to be told there are consequences, every good and evil man is aware of all of It all
Nothing could be further from the Truth, yet Nothing is further than Truth can be told, all a fuss.
Same Time and the same place that your dream began, out of nowhere to go deep undercovers
As a spy vs. spy kills nobody you or I know, yet they are primarily responsible for God’s blunders
Not more nor less than all we will ever be allowed to process for any consciousness’ pacification
Pope to pauper that hasn’t become extinct, housed in an orphanage for love’s children of ZaZen.
You and I know that trusting anyone other than yourself is a gamble, whether related near or far
Relatives or compatriots of the same ilk, a desire needed to keep sane within a pool of insanity
Powerful Will, as above so below, before your arrival you were that same as you’ll be as corpse
Infinity of abstract, unconscious formulation out of shape atomic matter, electronic Time warps.
Your teaching is your thinking that you know what True is and what’s not, a survival mechanism
Smile on your face or not, die happy or sad but either way, when you’re dead, it’s no returnism
On either side of the center of the Time Line, there’s no reversable Future nor Past, just as a Sin
Mortal or immortal disobeying the Host is out of context, punishable by eternal, clear foreskin.
Along the same lines, a compulsive liar never dies before “skill” is passed onto another innocent
Originally to be or not to be as the question, a finale requires an explanation of the odor-scent
Olfactory from the factory, hung on your clothes, skin and hair, a cotton-candy stream of sugar
Hold your tongue, don’t lie about a thing, the Truth is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me.
Coming to know what only lock-pickers can recall, that’s an asset without question, duplicitous
Evaluation of the riff-raff follows a set tool, defines and analyzes the movie in synch with sound
I called it, one or two drinks after the 1st five without a fax from all the Toms, Dicks and Harrys
Look over here super girl & super man, nothing can hurt you worse than the Love in a “hurries.”
Bless the gods because without the blessing, they fail to emerge from the Void of vacant Space
Nobody is out there and nobody can help it, it is what it is, no matter and nobody to go face it
There then and here now, it will be like this then when you remove the shadows from the light
Lights, camera and action from the actors’ and actresses’ bones and voices protesting the fight.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. December XVIIIth MMXXV Anno
Domini 1010 PMPST
{ Drafted in utero, now it’s ex utero in a Period Piece; jammed while creepin’ to the beats of Zero and the One on youTube link at what d what @https://www.iheart.com/live/north-pole-radio-6734?app=listen }
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