LOVE WORD, SCRIBBLE
ALL ONE LINERS
If you don't care, then you don't give a hoot, a wise, old owl might echo ultrasound
Symptomatic of a highest aneurysm spent time ridin' the surf's head shakin' around
Knowledge of the wisdom you can find nowhere written or said to the cryptic ones
Secrets in code or at least hookin' the hungry for the Truth, a reason for being sons.
Of the Mothers we all came from, loved babies & orphaned & the undertaken fetus
Dead and aborted before the end of life spent until 93 more or less, in a stupor bus
It transported the bones from points A to B, at will and in the way of the adept ones
Not the many but a fortunate few, sons & daughters of the karmic debt in solvency.
Among the ones who breathe in and out of the smokey mirrors of the clicked heels
Every single one was not here before the Big Bang, won't be here at climax deals
Alive or dead, it's just feeling as good as a human egg can feel, nods that all's good
No evil is "live" spelled in reverse, there now, now young kid stayin' alive for food.
Last supper and a rising from the corpse that lies dead on a pyre or in a casket case
It will all be released upon an innard relax, better to starve a week prior to decease
Grieve nothing, dreams came & disappeared into thin air, but why, tell me on pace
If there ain't a Truth about Life on Earth other than blind faith & physics' cosmics.
Be honest that you don't know yet you make a judgement on the nature of the Truth
Premises assumed, conclusions induce-deduce a badaboom, here we are forsooth
Instant creation out of nothing, out of nowhere in Space, above or below the stones
Kidding nobody, last breath sucked, retained & then corpus dillecti skull & bones.
Rhyming whichever rhythm comes with the beat that goes on, with or without you
Without me, my words remain still awaiting the typed ions in the magic, wild blue
Above and beyond, above and below, above it all there's neither more nor less of it
Y'all swallow, force is gravitationally the weight you & I carry, 16 tons of the s#it.
Morally & ethically born in sin, original for the great grandparents blessed my soul
Bones and organs I retain inside the skin & bones of the mothers & freakazoid hose
Divine monkeys roaming the plains & jungles left over from the endzone of a Hole
Safety for two points, field goal for three, TD for six, if a six was a nine rigamarol.
God gone into the back room of the front room, the living room or dining room etal
Simple minded and conceived by a divine accident of random collisions of gas, pal
What did you think you'd find, looked for your purpose for being here at a birth
A jewel that sparkles like the stars in the black void sky at night, seen from Earth.
Wind and the leaking sky that can't get rid of the H2O down below or bottoms up
Bones evolved from the rocks and the waves rolls upon the shifting sand, giddyup
Mud, muscle, blood, skin & bones, mind weak as the creators eggs & spermatazoa
Fiddle around with a deep-mix of zygotic matter, end saga, finale to the protozoa.
Guns and bows and arrows, spears and rocks to be chucked, thrown in our faces
Bumped off before our time, horror is that you get killed, like it or not, all races
Color of the skin matters as much as a byte of data from the matrix, girls to scout
All stars burning due to a Big Bang's heat & melted dreams, spaced out, time out.
Protagonist and antagonist to duel to the death, love for the beauty & beast place
Here and now, presence in the present that flies to the past as quick as future's face
Hell and heaven, mud and muscle and blood, skin and bone, a back way too strong
Carry on for the dead ancestral descendants, stick that in your pipe and smoke it!
Honeycomb full of the sweetness like two lips, ready to make more of the high life
Likewise that everything & anything is combined into this whole shebang, my wife
Love her, lover here, there & everywhere, hank of hair piece of bone, God's thanks
For being the greater of the grandsons, promise to forgive without bankrupt banks.
Pronto or just procrastinate as your post-graduate degree, pHd in west philosophy
Better or worse, simulated reality is as good as the thing that's reality's big trophy
Far out past the Singularity down to the vacuum-cleaned infospace, by jove, I see
Final ending, fading to black, light unseen & sound unheard, roamin' for the Party.
Huffing and puffing, the sack of dirty laundry is the evidence to convict the perp
Known to be the last one to know the whole truth and nothing but that gas burp
Intelligence of chipmonks and squirrels droppin' nuts & burying a tweeing bird
Spent fool's gold on the most valuable thing mankind calls treasure, tweet Word.
Walks in the woods were what I used to do when the Eagles tweeted the songs
Precious time in Space, aftermath of the birth and death, after makin' the loves
Create the modus operandi of the skies so blue, outerspace so black, lit bongs
Lasted as long as we could, disease & accident in the future, listen to my songs!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, IX- XXVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Kicked this turtle dove out of the nest while loopin' on #TheEagles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dpWunfWaOSA?si=KqbHzji3Ru-qKne8 }
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