MY FREEDOM IS EVERYTHING, WHEN I GO, I AM WAY GONE!
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If the whole thing comes & goes for no reason at all, it’s all good enough for suicidal accidents
Coming and going in the smoke of the skies above the dirt and water, east and west nonsense
You got History & all the complicated math has been done, I’m on a suicide mission for souls
Pleasure & pain come to every single living thing that’s ever cracked a zygote, heaven-scents.
Spam lamb for everyone, this thanksgiving of turkeys and pigs and the menudo for me & you
A lot of time and money for the thing itself to spend on a day to have thanks, no Indian givers
Am I right or wrong, you can’t step into the same river twice, Heraclitus’ three stooge crew
Minimalist with a maximum profit before a corpus dillecti steps into the Void’s deep rivers.
You heard it all before today, before a moment ago you were oblivious to the minions’ gazes
Looking out at you for no reason other than to see if your skin & bone dust up the holy void
Acting on stage presupposes there’s a producer & director, know there’s sickness in all Dicks
My blind faith ain’t visible to a common man or an uncommon woman, dual schizophrenics.
Nobody but me leaves this body & soul of 208 bones either buried in dirt, lost in empty Space
For me & for you on the duck hunt, fishing trip or lookin’ for love in all the wrong pretty face
Dreams begin and end before you and I know it, it’s a surgical interruption between thin skin
Cops are full of random deductions their parents & teachers filled them with, survival is all in.
If a living thing becomes dead then you’re one of those potential dead things, yet you’re alive
Future becomes Present briefly prior to the Past that lasts past the black hole’s destiny of jive
What I mean by what I say is the conundrum between all of us, God knows bull scat of the sun
I would have asked Eve, but she’s gone, already gone before I ever got here to ask Adam’s son.
Crawling out of the lying prone on the beds and coffee grounds, up and down to walk away
From the good, the bad-like evil causes of undesired effects and the oh so ugly, scary I say
Not because I’m going to know anything about the sad beings so bad that they get all ugly
It’s the facts of life, don’t blame the messenger for the news you should have come to be.
It’s as complicated as an equation of inequality between mortal & immortal reality
Foam of seas & oceans boiled the creation & sunk it deep into Davey Jones’ locker
Hominids consuming hominy grits and chitlins to fill in the DNA mutant blue jeans
What you got when you didn’t want it is all you got now, so let it all go in spleens.
Pretentious pretenders lying down like Persian rugs & smokin’ like Alladin’s lamps
To whom it may concern, it begins once she’s gone, clear skin & bones tearin’ it apart
Of cannibalistic practice when you’ve eaten all of the rats, cats and all God’s champs
Words named as the sounds you hear, A’s B’s & Cs to fall apart or score in your heart.
High or low, the rhythm and beat keep rollin’ in a ¾ tempo, completed concerto noted
Fried in the middle of the pan, steel atoms dead & hot as an m-16 I always had toted
Camp to the killing fields where the game was played and annihilated until extinct, ate
Everyone’s bones crunched to dust, even the innards squashed into menudo mush fate.
So, the rats and roaches survive the all too human malfunction, nuclear bombed funk
All they left for us, babies knew no better than to grow & obey or be a punished punk
I was and I always will be one of them punished punks, not by my mother or father yet
Still overlord of success & failure, the thing itself I evolved out of, what are you, a pet?
Guilty for the innocence lost to the inseminators and incubators, it’s a hot take on Mama
Earth just a movement, a wobbling repetition of Big Bang ad infinitum, it’s all about Papa
For the sake of the diamonds and gold, we’ll use the flow of oil, Earth’s living lubrication
Burn it in high flames’ residue for the sake of the epic collapse of the staged divine action.
Mobility of stationary rocks as they roll down the mountainside only to stop cold in a pile
It’s all there’s left from a burst of everything there is in the universe, atoms subatomic style
Flying eagles with the fickle owls who never like to playhouse in the blue-sky space above
Filter the fear and loathing into your psyche, it cancels out the grace fuel for the ivory dove.
Monks protect the secret but they don’t know exactly what the secret is, that’s the holy Truth
Only you and I know that’s it, all there is, blind faith supplies the tool for a yanked baby tooth
Baked your brain and lasagna for the sake of all, get higher than Vesuvius on Sicily’s top teat
It’s whining for the wine both white & red, wedding or funeral it’s for the salute a God’s Man.
Blood flows toe to brain to be mindful, making the logical, irrational flow out of nowhere too
They all live just to die, leaving their critiques & complements, just not food for the living few
Sleigh bells ringin’ and the spirits of the wine and shot glass keep flowin’ down my pipes, so
Fill her up one more time, one for a road like the last & the next, it’ll be a blow to me no mo’.
Sweep with the mop and wax off the soul’s karma, die a little each day, End is God’s offense
No wonder if you’re lost in the dream, how were you to know it was a divinity’s deep sleep
Playing games to kill the leftover time from childbirth, our mama gave the gift for us to keep
Safe awake & safe asleep, a lock on the strong box, three locks open to dead ended split ends.
Merry Christmas, happens to be the day God came to Earth to split mortality’s Live Evil saint
Special angel created out of the ether, punished for the disobedience to a master, don’t faint
Knocking on the doors up and down the city block, all for nothing, nobody answered a breeze
All me, if and only if you know the absolute and relative truths, you may resume if you please.
Value of screaming bloody murder when you’re about to meet your maker won’t make the hit
But the survivors will talk about it at your wake a bit, be a tattle-tale of wanting just a little bit
Concocting your scathing review of the good, the bad & ugly, include your input, rollin’ rhyme
Loathe the Truth, love the fabrication that was never and will never be true, lyin’ liar it’s time.
Be One or don’t, multi-faceted modification of an original naked ape caught in POTUS Obama
Jingle bells ringin’ on a Silent Night but there was no Santan, it was always papa & yo’ mama
Got nothing from TV commercials, the price was out of range for a family of eight, nine or ten
In every case, love got SOS messages via the sea, love it all, love it in, y’all lucky to have been.
Montage of click-bait you divided between your siblings & progeny who appreciate your ilk
Bring your A-game if you’ve got one, fake it if you don’t, nobody knows but you, drink Milk
Your mother’s, a cow’s or a goat’s leche anoints your oneness with the DNA accidental pink
It’s all about being and not being, answer to be or not, silence is Gold & my scat don’t stink.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. THANKSGIVING 11-28-2024 AD ( XI-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini )
{ Creep came out of my appendix and now I know what that organ was good for, To Be or Not To Be, a Shakespearian conundrum solved by imaginary drones from the Milky Way constellation, more information @ https://youtu.be/AVLCxG5QBpg }
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