TAKIN’ THE HIGH ROAD OUT OF EDEN
What the gods hack with ease!
Whoopin’ Man’s ass sometimes!
Whippin your mare or your Philly won’t do the trick, obedience is earned with kind causes
Gone up and down with the roller coaster’s tracks, might be four or eight, up to the bosses
I ain’t the one that’s been here since day 1, I wasn’t even gonna show up until it was all over
Yet, here I am, holding my ground to the folks who step across the line, back step one, lover.
Pensions come & finally come to an end, comin’ out your cash bottom line, freaks in charge
Of the gunpowder that the Chinese figure would make noisy explosions to share the Large
It don’t hurt one bit to be scared for a second, makes you laugh or gets you cussin’ a might
Bits of pieces come apart & return back to it’s original sin state of disobedience to the fight.
Sisters and cousins can’t comprehend the nature of the beast, it’s the original G on trial too
Yo’ to the gallery, later to the crass & ignorant, high & mightier than the get-go-gangster fool
Pants on the ground, dago T’s tucked in to baggie blues or greys, no choice to be in the herd
On the corner or between the blocks, the streets’ asphalt too hot to go ala barefoot furled.
Right to the Left, all learned from the leaders of the herd, elected or dominated by fearing
Every command of the mighty absentee creator of heaven above & Earth below, it’s a show
To be or not to be is not only a question but also the final gasp of wind in a sore cutthroat
Too severe to repeat ad infinitum, angelic Singularity’s black hole, everything’s everything.
I’m slidin’ on ice I didn’t create, just visiting for a spell, no choice to be created in the Lust
Married or not, the two become One, here we are, all from the duality of the divine Trust
Quiet silence fills the empty room, see the reason for the nucleus is to create the nuclei
Nothing to do with rewards and punishments for observing rules & theorems to be Free.
Spirit outside of the skin and bones, infused into the granite stone-rock cross & years here
On planet Earth’s dirty ground, gold & lead leaking out from the finality of the star we were
Earth’s a dying star, think about the Truth, no choice to want peace, you’ll die anyway boss
It’s all there is blinded buy the Truth, here today in my Cadillac, gone tomorrow, God’s loss.
Inside of the head’s skull, a brain’s mind mills over the good, the bad & the ugly faces of men
Each one created by the isolation of One Egg, coded RNA for survival of the fittest, God amen
Hey man, you gotta go when you gotta go, toilet to hide the defecated & urinated below us all
Now, Time’s almost all gone, years of decades fading into the forgotten Truth, why angels fell.
You have all twenty breaths left in your lungs, don’t say a thing unless it ends, “I am so sorry!”
All you thought about & everything you did is all in your mind, as it dies, you’re all gone too
Wishing it was different but there’s some unknown reason for the madness, it’s all the Story
Saga and tale that can never repeat, it’s a One & Done, tribute to the power that is, The Boo!
by
r j j stephan i
c. Mardi, 1-28-MMXXV @ 444 AMPST
{ Lettin’ Nothin’ slide, Your Pity & Sorrow has no effect, High Road taken & drafted this gem while repeating a loop of #TrueLove by @GlenFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic?si=M0_IV1iQKp1wsv_y & some @Stewie link @ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM }
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