ETERNAL SHEET FLIES @ 4 o'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON
Mink coats and diamonds for the curly blond with curves of a Indi racetrack, crazy yet sane, I am
One with the thing itself and the other things that came from it, the One & the Many over a dam
Hats off to you, bow in deep respect for your ability to pretend life means more than a star, a sun
That's a fact that nobody gets out of here alive, dead women & men told no tales, divine religion.
Orphanage becoming the patronage for the neglect and abandonment of the Big Bang Cause God
Not there, nobody's home, busy signal, ringing off the hook, no handle, no email, no cell all good
Becoming of me to be the One winking, way to go to when life throws up on a dress or a blouse
What I am is what you are and that is what? A human, all too human, way too human of a louse.
Skipping around the sidewalks and backroads where mean, bad men fear to go, monsters to roam
Behind and inside the shadows left by people afraid of their own because of it's mystery of being
Only present in the light, invisible in the darkness when the almighty divine slumbers inside come
DNA code on the path to a stairway to heaven, nothing's easy except the last gasp of air, so sing!
Marvelous muscles to move bones for a hundred years, more or less than one revolution's done
My comfort level of being aware of the meaning of life, death & the consequence of being God
Lost the mind of the almighty in the random recombination of acid bones, blood & smart brain
Broadway & lakes of Superior, Erie, Huron, Ontario & Michigan lakes without an alley or a lane.
Over when it's over but nobody knows when that is, a mystery for every living thing, bug or man
Act as if you will die in a minute or today or tonight and be good, think well of others, be the Fan
Of this miraculous deposit of conscious allocation of matter and energy, a chemical chess move
King's got the queen in check, a little queen moves, smothers smokey smells of a goddess' dove.
Before you became aware of this existence, in this body once conceived as a gamete, now an ape
Hairless for the most part, shaved from ankles to head, educated to avoid the undertaker's tape
As the cadaver is sliced &diced to examine it's gluons & putrid, odoriferous remains of dead meat
Chewed, swallowed, digested & defecated a million times, more or less, we all are what we eat!
You probably won't get away with robbing people or banks & you won't survive death's sentence
Foolish to write and type on an infinite Void of a screen, invisible digital goddess' super past tense
No survival in Voidness, mortal humanity originated here, in a place in Space far from Man below
Up over us and far beyond the intellect of the genius which concocted this Play, remember now?
High as the deepest part of the Mariana Trench and low, below the lava of the volcanic lava dust
Molten before it turns to rock, so it rolls along as if there's nothing wrong & it's got all day to rust
Impersonal without any wit even an inkling of what it means to be here all alone & dying, a blow
All of the many will disintegrate and be as unknown as the years and people of 5000 years ago.
History in a cave of scratches from blood and bones used as pen & ink on the planet's ash cosign
Trees, carbon, animals, protein, cheap thrills in a key of E, beasts will never divulge the same line
As if it's not evil enough, the WORD was made flesh to become live, first evil then rotted undead
Frequencies of wavelengths, Yin-Yang souls of winners, cosmic comics, hillarious God's infrared.
Vaccination for you in the veins to keep the virus and bacteria in check, they get out of control
With or without the Goathead soup, you drink deeply just in case it's true, that there is a #Hehl
Below us maybe, above us without a doubt, ask any astronaut who flies in & out a guitar riff
Dreaming like lemmings never look out below us, just go follow the morons in front, over a cliff.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Fifth of May, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:03 PMPST
{ Doing Time in Space without a prison, without the bars to isolate my 208 bones from humanity just because of robbery & death of another several million who haven't even been conceived yet, just like us a hundred years ago, miserable no-counts & miscreants, all the while jammin' to @Keb'Mo concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXzVZUcov9E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Mink coats and diamonds for the curly blond with curves of a Indi racetrack, crazy yet sane, I am
One with the thing itself and the other things that came from it, the One & the Many over a dam
Hats off to you, bow in deep respect for your ability to pretend life means more than a star, a sun
That's a fact that nobody gets out of here alive, dead women & men told no tales, divine religion.
Orphanage becoming the patronage for the neglect and abandonment of the Big Bang Cause God
Not there, nobody's home, busy signal, ringing off the hook, no handle, no email, no cell all good
Becoming of me to be the One winking, way to go to when life throws up on a dress or a blouse
What I am is what you are and that is what? A human, all too human, way too human of a louse.
Skipping around the sidewalks and backroads where mean, bad men fear to go, monsters to roam
Behind and inside the shadows left by people afraid of their own because of it's mystery of being
Only present in the light, invisible in the darkness when the almighty divine slumbers inside come
DNA code on the path to a stairway to heaven, nothing's easy except the last gasp of air, so sing!
Marvelous muscles to move bones for a hundred years, more or less than one revolution's done
My comfort level of being aware of the meaning of life, death & the consequence of being God
Lost the mind of the almighty in the random recombination of acid bones, blood & smart brain
Broadway & lakes of Superior, Erie, Huron, Ontario & Michigan lakes without an alley or a lane.
Over when it's over but nobody knows when that is, a mystery for every living thing, bug or man
Act as if you will die in a minute or today or tonight and be good, think well of others, be the Fan
Of this miraculous deposit of conscious allocation of matter and energy, a chemical chess move
King's got the queen in check, a little queen moves, smothers smokey smells of a goddess' dove.
Before you became aware of this existence, in this body once conceived as a gamete, now an ape
Hairless for the most part, shaved from ankles to head, educated to avoid the undertaker's tape
As the cadaver is sliced &diced to examine it's gluons & putrid, odoriferous remains of dead meat
Chewed, swallowed, digested & defecated a million times, more or less, we all are what we eat!
You probably won't get away with robbing people or banks & you won't survive death's sentence
Foolish to write and type on an infinite Void of a screen, invisible digital goddess' super past tense
No survival in Voidness, mortal humanity originated here, in a place in Space far from Man below
Up over us and far beyond the intellect of the genius which concocted this Play, remember now?
High as the deepest part of the Mariana Trench and low, below the lava of the volcanic lava dust
Molten before it turns to rock, so it rolls along as if there's nothing wrong & it's got all day to rust
Impersonal without any wit even an inkling of what it means to be here all alone & dying, a blow
All of the many will disintegrate and be as unknown as the years and people of 5000 years ago.
History in a cave of scratches from blood and bones used as pen & ink on the planet's ash cosign
Trees, carbon, animals, protein, cheap thrills in a key of E, beasts will never divulge the same line
As if it's not evil enough, the WORD was made flesh to become live, first evil then rotted undead
Frequencies of wavelengths, Yin-Yang souls of winners, cosmic comics, hillarious God's infrared.
Vaccination for you in the veins to keep the virus and bacteria in check, they get out of control
With or without the Goathead soup, you drink deeply just in case it's true, that there is a #Hehl
Below us maybe, above us without a doubt, ask any astronaut who flies in & out a guitar riff
Dreaming like lemmings never look out below us, just go follow the morons in front, over a cliff.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Fifth of May, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:03 PMPST
{ Doing Time in Space without a prison, without the bars to isolate my 208 bones from humanity just because of robbery & death of another several million who haven't even been conceived yet, just like us a hundred years ago, miserable no-counts & miscreants, all the while jammin' to @Keb'Mo concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXzVZUcov9E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
