One
shot, shadow dancin’
In the bitter end, just like it was at the very beginning, nothing at all matters to a God’s sin
Whether there’s a mere One, Universal Theocracy, or a polytheistic suicide by extinction
Imagine the point of view of a moonwalking astronaut or cosmonaut, ogling black Space
Far away from the point of origin, a consciousness 186,000 miles away from mother-face.
Making out, making love, making time, making something of yourself, it’s divine creation
Before your parents mated, willingly or forcibly, you were no factor in extinct species’ sins
The sudden impact of an unwilled conception in an all too human female womb, full house
Winning what you don’t know is just FAAFO, dawn to dusk until the last, hot, dead mouse.
Into the reflection inside of your mind, it’s familiar but all too human, as above, so below
In the last Will, you testify that you’re of sound mind and heart to bestow the clown show
Onto a lucky-evil curse, depending on a state of being at the time of corpus delicti pinging
The game has yet to begin, you start & I’ll finish when the time is right; timing is everything.
Mighty mice and men do what they can before they freeze into stone-blue funk, eschew it
I lived in my sweet home Chicago for a minute in my teenage & preteen years, then moved
Onto the other six continents was my intent, but I only got to Asia, weird as I looked to them
They should have been me on my jailbreak from the freaks who imprisoned me in the chit.
Doubles and triples, as the case may be, I did my share of accumulating RBIs for the team
Bloody well certain I wouldn’t have made it without the early nurturing of the strong beam
Mama and Grammas all took my heart & tore it apart before a stranger got to my hot spine
To take the sharp end of the buck knife & stick it deep within my soul, missed my hard line.
It’s invisible, but it’s given props as the thing itself, what animates the shape’s form 24/7
To disagree with the assessment in kind is admitting ignorance is preferable to wisdom
Mists in the morning and cool breezes in the evening, on the beach with my soul sister
Watching the sea’s sunset dive into the Tequila sunrise for tomorrow morning’s dawn
You know for certain without a doubt that you’ve got another thing comin’, as inherited
Great, great-grandfathers on paternal & maternal RNA mixed in “X” combos, blood red
Astronauts know that this Earth is the thing itself, before we were born, where it’s dead
Calm down, settle your emotional response to a truth you were never told; now it’s said.
There is no Hell after death, no Heaven after the demise of the bones & bloody heart
What may be left over is the raw memory of those who remember your presence part
Burned to ashes or cadaver parts in formaldehyde preserved for dissection and study
Die, and you’ll find out as I will, we all will die & we’ll all know it all, We Are The Silly.
Song listed as “Only You Know, Like I Know,” means an intimate joy of being in cahoots
Those who don’t know are at a disadvantage, but are unaware of that, living in denial of it
Six packs of Bud and jars of my blunt life molded the form with the magic spells’ kiwi-fruits
The day you die, you’ll realize this, you knew, but you pretended you didn’t, “I feared S#it.”
Earth, the planet, and its orbiting moon are the closest humanity has to matter in Space
Everything else, every other atom, is millions of miles away from this Soul Factory place
Alive for a hundred years more or less, some just a moment after birth, others way too old
High in your mind’s thinking about the sights and sounds and tastes and smells to feel gold.
Dry up after your last breath, you won’t know the difference between this & that, academic
I leave with you in a conundrum, happiness is all we want & what we seldom obtain here
Be happy anyway, don’t be controlled by the irritation, don’t forget you’re lucky to be there
Anywhere you are, there I’ll be, spirit animating the dead-air, God shuts all big mouths here.
I had one shot to begin with, & I still have one shot, the bull’s eye is dead ahead, I’m aiming
Intense or casual, luck has nothing to do with it; you’re charmed, or you’re not, it’s your kin
What sins of the fathers will the sons and daughters pay for, affordable or not, we’ll all pay
The cost is your one & only shot at success, dance with the shadow, “The Shadow Knows!”
Whether there’s a mere One, Universal Theocracy, or a polytheistic suicide by extinction
Imagine the point of view of a moonwalking astronaut or cosmonaut, ogling black Space
Far away from the point of origin, a consciousness 186,000 miles away from mother-face.
Making out, making love, making time, making something of yourself, it’s divine creation
Before your parents mated, willingly or forcibly, you were no factor in extinct species’ sins
The sudden impact of an unwilled conception in an all too human female womb, full house
Winning what you don’t know is just FAAFO, dawn to dusk until the last, hot, dead mouse.
Into the reflection inside of your mind, it’s familiar but all too human, as above, so below
In the last Will, you testify that you’re of sound mind and heart to bestow the clown show
Onto a lucky-evil curse, depending on a state of being at the time of corpus delicti pinging
The game has yet to begin, you start & I’ll finish when the time is right; timing is everything.
Mighty mice and men do what they can before they freeze into stone-blue funk, eschew it
I lived in my sweet home Chicago for a minute in my teenage & preteen years, then moved
Onto the other six continents was my intent, but I only got to Asia, weird as I looked to them
They should have been me on my jailbreak from the freaks who imprisoned me in the chit.
Doubles and triples, as the case may be, I did my share of accumulating RBIs for the team
Bloody well certain I wouldn’t have made it without the early nurturing of the strong beam
Mama and Grammas all took my heart & tore it apart before a stranger got to my hot spine
To take the sharp end of the buck knife & stick it deep within my soul, missed my hard line.
It’s invisible, but it’s given props as the thing itself, what animates the shape’s form 24/7
To disagree with the assessment in kind is admitting ignorance is preferable to wisdom
Mists in the morning and cool breezes in the evening, on the beach with my soul sister
Watching the sea’s sunset dive into the Tequila sunrise for tomorrow morning’s dawn
You know for certain without a doubt that you’ve got another thing comin’, as inherited
Great, great-grandfathers on paternal & maternal RNA mixed in “X” combos, blood red
Astronauts know that this Earth is the thing itself, before we were born, where it’s dead
Calm down, settle your emotional response to a truth you were never told; now it’s said.
There is no Hell after death, no Heaven after the demise of the bones & bloody heart
What may be left over is the raw memory of those who remember your presence part
Burned to ashes or cadaver parts in formaldehyde preserved for dissection and study
Die, and you’ll find out as I will, we all will die & we’ll all know it all, We Are The Silly.
Song listed as “Only You Know, Like I Know,” means an intimate joy of being in cahoots
Those who don’t know are at a disadvantage, but are unaware of that, living in denial of it
Six packs of Bud and jars of my blunt life molded the form with the magic spells’ kiwi-fruits
The day you die, you’ll realize this, you knew, but you pretended you didn’t, “I feared S#it.”
Earth, the planet, and its orbiting moon are the closest humanity has to matter in Space
Everything else, every other atom, is millions of miles away from this Soul Factory place
Alive for a hundred years more or less, some just a moment after birth, others way too old
High in your mind’s thinking about the sights and sounds and tastes and smells to feel gold.
Dry up after your last breath, you won’t know the difference between this & that, academic
I leave with you in a conundrum, happiness is all we want & what we seldom obtain here
Be happy anyway, don’t be controlled by the irritation, don’t forget you’re lucky to be there
Anywhere you are, there I’ll be, spirit animating the dead-air, God shuts all big mouths here.
I had one shot to begin with, & I still have one shot, the bull’s eye is dead ahead, I’m aiming
Intense or casual, luck has nothing to do with it; you’re charmed, or you’re not, it’s your kin
What sins of the fathers will the sons and daughters pay for, affordable or not, we’ll all pay
The cost is your one & only shot at success, dance with the shadow, “The Shadow Knows!”
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, March 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 6:00 PMPST
{ Kicked this out of my jaws while listenin’ to @BigSmo #BackToTheGoodOldDays & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=4giiO3jhwSF965v4 }
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