WHEN I WAS NINE,
CARL JUNG LEFT A SIGNAL
It has been a longer time than any man or woman has ever seen since the origin
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.
Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.
Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.
Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.
Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give.
Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.
Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing.
Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.
Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.
If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.
Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.
Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops.
Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit.
Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.
Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke.
Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day.
I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.
Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.
Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.
Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.
Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.
Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.
Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give.
Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.
Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing.
Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.
Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.
If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.
Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.
Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops.
Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit.
Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.
Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke.
Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day.
I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.
Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.
Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST
{ Dripped this out the cryptic crib while jammin’ to #BlueOnBlack @KennyWayneShepherdBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v0mb0_SUx-A?si=bErMrTd0OF9WbtD3 }
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