T A K E M E B A C K T O T H E O L D DAYS
(my high school ring girl)
1969 a.d. Some gave it all!
THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE @USMC
Up above us, unclouded darkness 360 degrees about the planet, the star, the Sun, obfuscates
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.
Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.
Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.
Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.
Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.
Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.
Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why?
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.
King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.
When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.
To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.
Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.
It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.
Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.
Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.
Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.
Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.
Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.
Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.
A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.
Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.
Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.
Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.
I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.
W.W.A.R.D.?
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.
Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.
Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.
Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.
Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.
Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.
Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why?
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.
King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.
When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.
To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.
Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.
It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.
Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.
Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.
Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.
Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.
Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.
Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.
A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.
Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.
Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.
Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.
I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 14th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while breakin’ rocks in gaol, can’t get out alive so they said, here I am, free & Jailbroke, thanks to @ACDC 16 years to Life, on youTube’s inspirational video #Jailbreak link @ https://youtu.be/x7qQmpK9b1M?si=_vCp5TiZwvMZbuqD & #SoulStripper @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=DSXzDF9Uk080Pb0W }
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