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THE FIX IS IN TO COPY INFINITY #VenConmigo (Solamente Tu)
RUNS INGUNS, son, FLEXED BULLS
I mean no disrespect, my bothers and sisters but I must destroy your hopes and dreams of stranger's lore
Created nothing but a new form of matter, configured in a shape shifting entity of the spirits on their knees
Pushing the positive toward the negative, in constant tension and strife, awaiting a thump, a head-on please
Swear and yell incessantly at the objects of your love and derision, listenin' to the radio or television's bore.
Complete, utter surrender to the overwhelming nature of the ocean of water pouring down on holy time sands
I mutter some sounds, meaning I'm hungry for something or I'm hurt about something, that's the size of it, ends
It's all about the beats and it don't matter if you like it or not, we're all gonna die, little babies inherit false prides
Searchin' for rainbows and miracles on the main, back and side streets of Second City, guarded by dark sides.
All by ourselves in the midst of the society's pinch on the rear of our psyches, perform the dozens, trembling
With the fear and loathing that our forefathers deserve for leavin' us all alone to hustle like this, the struggling
It gets to some of us earlier than others but it does take everything in the Big Bang sweet that'll come to be
Without being afraid of losing your love, you can't be fearful of losing yourself in the sea of love's faux poetry.
Baby it was me after all when I used to say it was you who had the problem, deep apology to you, please accept
Apologies calculate the improprieties of the infernal secular brand, striking out right at the field goal line, except
I wanna dance with somebody who loves me just like little @Whitney Houston's need to feel the heat's hood
Heat from the sun spinnin' and spittin' the ultraviolet and xray through the infrared hold-up, party on, no rules.
Dirty squirtin' the guns until the dirt turned into Mississippi, I used to go nowhere close to home's perfection
Because of the comfort of knowing that someone has your back covered if you need the back-up brethren
No bother and no worries in my mind's eye, bloodshot with the dreams of your beautiful face, smilin' on down
To me, less is more than one man can bear without the aid of Maryjane forensics pity the fool and the clowns.
Wake up and smell the coffee, my daddy used to yell into the doorway of my porch, I mean my bass' bending
Silly for the sake of being a snake or a bull that knows as much as you or I, nothing is all there is heart beating
Deposits overdrawn and require immediate transforming of the substance from lead into gold, alchemical scrum
No pleasure or pain of cause and effect, it's too big for petty human chicken scratch, scarecrow orgiastic schism.
r j j stephan, I
c. April 4, 2017 @ 11:11 AM PST
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{ written while listenin' to #ChristinaAguilera “ Ven Conmigo (Solamente Tu) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0bKyF4eRdfQ }
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