HOMO SAPIENS SPECIES’ ONE FORM OF VENUS
Into the plethora of the universe’s extraterrestrial, extraordinary forms of matter, One too
In the first place, I came in last place in the 1 ¼ mile run in basic training, almost code blue
I mean, what a way to begin the four-year tour of duty during the Viet Nam War of the gods
Don’t get me started on that, don’t change the subject & I don’t care if you object hotrods.
At large, down to the microscopic, invisible to the nekid eyes of all too human hindsight tea
All we have and will ever have at any time, every single atom of every element, gold to lead
Black Ken dolls are sold-out at $75.00 per pop, you will find it in a dump in a hundred decades
Blind boys and girls grow third-eye insight into spinning the Earth, overrunning the pirate raids.
Y’all tend to overlook the seemingly mundane amidst the grandeur of celestial events, yet
‘tis often in these humble elements where the true marvels lie, intricacies of life itself’s bet
One interplay of forces both seen & unseen, weave fabric of our existence, even you genius
Much like those proverbial Black Ken dolls, valued at $75 apiece, only to eventually find us.
Wander in place, in the refuse of history, our perception of worth is fleeting, all that remains
All temporary forms of matter are going to collapse due to gravity’s atomic dance, into a dot
Simply fundamental choreography of universal pains, expansive Void collapses, it’s for sale
Begin as idiot or evil genius finish the human race’s desperate search for one gold holy grail.
Miss your glue in the factory, it used to be your horse, you rode & fed, kept healthy as a stud
In a corral or on ice or prairie, this species and every species from eagles to wolves’ blood
All depend on the Earth twirling, wobbling, as long as it takes to stop your breathing hearts
One real beating muscle keeping the blood animated head to toe, Time is all abstract arts.
Hourglass full of dry sand falling with gravity past a narrow, tiny hole, it ain’t a rock sundial
Shadows all appear to move when it’s the thing above & below the shadow traversing a mile
Illusion revealed yet another day, another dollar, taxed at 25% of the Take, you seen Richie?
Dig my man, get out of town before it’s too late, to the Pacific, old men survive close to sea.
Spirits may be in alcohol or just the ghost inside of us all feeling scrambled in a dense fog
Park in front or up on top of the lot, go to the bad guys’ leader & eliminate the mind’s bog
We the people, germs in a grounded chunk of mish-mash without logic or reason to be me
Right or Left, wing or talon, annihilation of obliterated freedom of y’all, oh say can you see?
Reaching so far out into the emptiness, angels aren’t allowed, only the conceived germs
Ova or gamete of a fake messenger, First Cause of a Last Effect, soil chock full of worms
Pinched me to make certain I’m awake because this appears to be a nightmarish dream
It too will pass, I’ll pass, we’ll all pass, one way, toll road, freeway, bell tolls, so scream.
Instant coffee tastes better than nothing at all, pretend it’s freshly brewed, drip-dry bean
By the time you get to the next place in Space you’ve gotta go, you’ll be jacked up & mean
Addiction to air of Earth and the recycling of the matter through our mouths & it’s all O.K.
Miracles happen but nobody knows it until after the fact, a post-card two weeks after vaca.
Kill the Buddha because I am that, that I can tell you, don’t cast aspersions at the bullseye
You will never hit the mark, ready, set & go as many times as you’d like, it’ll make you sigh
Just get over it, forget about it, don’t play games on a computer, you’ll forget, Homer Doah!
On the buds from the gods, grown in a bubble of love, which way is UP? Yeah, you know!
Mental or physical ways to consider options for survival in the middle of chaos’ jerk-offs
Some close relatives, all know who they are, yet others who don’t have any Jaeger coughs
Rolling rocks and pebbles too big or too small to be Stones, legendary word rhyme tuneage
Picasso Rembrandt, Bach or Beethoven roll over for a price, take a cannoli, it’s all the rage.
Going beyond sight and sound, left with touch, feeling, smelling before tasting, on the Right
FBI, CIA, FCC & #China are in the control of the way things are going, crash into the boom
Writhing hands, running feet going around in circles, nowhere else to go, begin it all again
Ad infinitum, lie about the Truth, you know Nothing, you lie about Everything, Mortal’s Sin.
Dudes and chicks, cocks and babes, print out the Word, it’s made by the Flesh, you are It
What rules do you use? Monkey shines have roots, you know naked apes, as above below
Mothers died in childbirth without knowing the father of the triplets, maybe three daddies
Paying the price, it’s the going rate for robbing scum bags & saints, Soul is on ice, a Hole.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercedi, 4-9-2025 A.D. 0808 hours PST
{ #KillTheBuddah drafted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #TheBlackMansBurdon on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3nD_y1pKbF4?si=8tRBUNAdU63_mTN- }
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