NEWS’ GRANITE CREW, AHOY SEA!
Stoned excellence, a crown fashioned out of rocks, infrared whale frequency, Zen code in play
Nothing appearing out of the sun’s fire, it’s always somewhere, forever in time, DNA’s RNA
Anti-matter and imploding atomic collapse into a warped, black hole of singularity’s android
What you appear to be when you can’t see reality or a dream, unconsciousness’s freak-a-void!
Frozen attraction in the petri dish, in the agar, caught up in the stuck-up play of a holy word
Creator of the planets, the moons and other stars in addition to a holy One sun Thunderbird
Lost the body and lost the mind but the soul still flies like there’s no tomorrow, here’s tragic
It’s apparently all a matter of thinking a thought and then willing it to be so, as if it’s #Magic.
But it is the self realization that there is nothing in the solar system that can burn you more
Than the fire in the sun’s burning helium and hydrogen atoms, crushing matter into a spore
Spun in a waving fashion of fire balls, too tiny to see with human eyesight or tele-microscope
Electron shadows is all there are, rainbows from ultraviolet to infrared, Sonny smokes dope!
You inherit the windfall of wealth puff on your way to the sudden death creeps who’re lurkin’
High and low, everywhere you know and everywhere you’ve never known, winged flight to sin
It’s the Origin’s disobedience that hurts, the rolled dice as easy as mom’s pizza pie or lasagna
You and I’ll win, we’ll all win ‘cause steel never loses #TheRollBoogie, Death’s sizzlin’ samba.
Rocks on top of the graves, where we bury the 208 bones, to each his and her own, ice is blue
No living in the boxes and urns, that’s why the living come back to check, see if it’s real, true?
Yes it is, pull weeds and scrub granite grit and grime from a dragon’s boneyard, hung, sung
Toxic, fired-up bugs, insects and vermin have a good Time, recyclin’ Space’s scam, viral dung.
Whether you think about it or not, if you’re thinking then you exist, tunnel of surf foam glow
There can be no denial of the clear idea, a common sense apprehension of the light to obscure
From the One to the Many on the number line from zero to positive and negative infinity, go
Sun-setting on #RollsRock, Monterey keepsake from my dawn’s day-ride on Rte 1’s Big Sur.
Pretend to be sane or insane, in the end you’ll get what you deserve, a karmic debt to pay for
Dreams of desire and need for the things Earth creates out of thin air ideas, opens up a door
Whether it’s good, bad or ugly, the movie either goes one way or another but it’s always over
Lights go out on stage and darkness falls into a dream of it all, as above, so below, I discover.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to some Morganwallen #RedNeckLoveSong & #Chyt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }
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