NO BUENO ALL I WANNA DO WITH YOU
One day more or less, the lights will fade to black when the time comes to think about it
Choosing the top tier, first round draft choice turns into Michael Jordan on steroids spit
Believe in the system of cosmic dust predication, it is all its cracked up to be, a nanomole
Known fake-facts deduced of argumentative static, constant change of a devil in disguise.
Outside of this Earth, there is no night at all, no daylight shines on the bawling teenagers
The babies come in 9 months more or less, some even two by two, even quintuplets, sirs
Smile fills the whole enchilada with the hottest pepper ever grown up in the Andes & Alps
In for the Time of your life in a Space of infinity, get ready to go on your mark, takin’ scalps.
Prayers squawking in silence & under breath just like Olden Days when conquerors ruled
You know you’re forgiven for instance, when Words echo as in an enclosed message sold
Can’t distinguish between established wisdom & the New World metadata flashin’ 1’s & 0’s
Almost there where Peace comes nestled in golden arms, she knows it all, to fear the pros.
I’m goin’ back to California, where the sun shines on the tanned up beaches, waves rollin’
No reason to ever leave paradise other than you forgot you were already there, still born in
Hail and rain came down when everyone was asleep except the cats on the graveyard shift
They seen it all, they knew the unseen & unbelievable, got the peach without a fight or rift.
Blown air and hair back into baldly sour status, seeing the reflection in the mirror was daft
Beating the sounds that pop & scratch the wicky wicky names of the ups and downs’ rift
Done the funk and the keepers of gold and silver released me with prejudice of the odor
Stunk the stank until it didn’t stink any more, fear nobody on this rock, I survive with might.
From early on during the events of my very early training of body and mind, I awakened in It
What It is that we all possess if you’re at one, living & breathing air, psi dark matter rhyme
Sincere apologies to the less than mature audience consuming the nature of the bull’s scat
Thinking therefore proving that proof of life is reality and fictional fantasy at the same time.
Breakin’ it all down to the ground, y’all ‘cause I know which way is up, the opposite of down
Got down enough to know you don’t need to get down when it’s time to stay sharp as a tack
Even orphans without parents know the score of being good, bad & ugly, as above, so below
Chit happens right in front of your eyes, almost lose your mind on the merry go round, & so?
Artificial or divinely created intelligence from a realm nobody ever sees with 20/20 eyesight
Just an imaginary conglomeration of a hope that Life as we know it is a dream’s white light
Final exams come right before the graduation as usual, as did the other 14 quarters of blue
Straight up, the finest and highest I could score on the Liberal Arts scale of One to Ten too.
I’m in this contraption for the duration of the epic series of events that come in & out here
Outfield and backfield both in motion but only one’s a penalty the other’s a 6 pack of beer
Winning is what it’s all about, never pay to quench the thirst, make the losers who lost it all
Runs & extra points and touchdowns and safeties are the end of the story, a saga well said.
New World’s Order makes you believe nonsense like trippin’ on acid is the narrow woke way
Heard the voices with control of the volume and let them go in one ear and out another one
Subjective objectives are what I can control, it’s my life & since I’m the One that’s gonna die
When it’s time for me, nobody will take my place, it’s all my grace, my world, that ain’t a lie.
Take my words for it, you look directly into the star’s shining in your face, you’ll lose insight
Not to mention the far or near-sidedness with your astigmatism and myopathic black light
Posters on the walls, lit up their black velvet palettes with the ultraviolet/infrared display
The Game of Love well played by the movers & shakers, not alive tomorrow or yesterday.
This here and that there giving me the grace of my father in heaven, it’s where he has turf
Unheard and unseen, nothing olfactory or even an atom to taste, hang ten on foam surf
It’s the infinite pretending to be finite & inferior to the DNA of gods or their creator, Zeus
Needing and desiring something to talk about, it’s all about you and me and all of this.
Oh I forgot about that, something to talk about was really far out but not me, I wake chit
Right after I daydream and pretend, I’m a sainted angel from a far off planet, not of Mud
Imagine you’re on a flying carpet ride from birth to death, genuinely nice work, you did it
Beloved in the corner where the discipline sent you to change your perfectly fine mind.
You escaped those nuns and priests with their brethren and contributors to bishopric spew
Cardinals and the Mothers Superior take Nothing in context, eat, sleep and try to be merry
It takes a lot of love to forgive our trespassers who trespassed against us & our family tree
These folks in the higher hierarchy have become inheritors of a lot of dead chit, who knew?
No bueno, that said, let the train out the station, after all is said and done, we still got wine
Open the case of bottles and hand out the plastic, red solo cups loose in a left-hand sign
Dropping my weight on a scale for 16 Bites off of the saddle bags, I begin at a hard one, Ra
Plenty of Time in Space for immortals but not for me, there’s nothing after Life, ask Maria!
The schematics are undeniable, everything is the way it is because it’s a display of codes
Only the ones with the key to the code may know the signal, the meaning of the cosigners
As the calculus allows, formulation of theoretical unknowns has few practitioner-wizards
Whisked away conscious mind upon falling into a deep-thaw ice storm, a dream blizzard.
That’s what death feels like, nothing at all except you never, ever awaken from the dream
If you’re fortunate to be dreaming paradise or unfortunate to be paying back cyber karma
As soon as the Truth becomes known to the innocent and the ignorant, only then stream
Up or down the water’s flow, I know you know that I know, All Life is but a mellow Drama.
If I told you to jump, would you respond with, “How high?” or “Get Bent, man!” My brother
Be that as it may, Truth is undeniable once led to deduced conclusions, one way or another
No other possibilities are more probable than the actual Truth, nature of beast & on the ball
Preconception & post death, every species’ life form is a body of Work, All or Nothing at all.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Samedhi, January 10th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
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