UNDERGROUND VISION IN A BAY OF SFO LOVE, KISSES, HUGS & AIDED BONES
Power in the dark matter particles within and without the matter and the gut worm
Computers' calculations should and do become the proof that at least One exists
Who reads and who writes about what cosmos thinks, how crystals make the form
Controlled electron explosion of neutrons and protons, a trifecta in the trilogy cysts.
Science which is a wild guess at the reason for being alive other than inhumane quirks
Of the homo sapiens and the animals they eat and use for clothes and creature comfort
There is nothing more than some benign teeth of a toothless saber-toothed tiger to hurt
Nobody is safe from the predators who want to kill for hunger or for sport, Earth works.
Broken rock and Rubic cubes of rubber in a cornucopia of flombay sherbet ice, fire crack
Out of the morons and idiots in the pool, feces and urine from kids and jerkoffs who suck
Cleaned bases that were loaded everytime I came up to pinch hit all walks, 4 runs, no hits
Heads banged, arms twisted, legs broken with a foot in the grave, gang life winning, fun!
If my family needs help, the gang fulfills, if the gang needs help, I fulfill the request, + or -
If you don't know what I mean then there's nothing to see here, who loves your highness?
I may renew the request if you don't back off, you may be surprised as you're goin' down
Took a step back from the door, it opened wide and revealed nothing but a blinkin' frown.
Dug the holes deeper than the original trenches, an old troll camp left witch's sand bologna
Broken to bits, shined glass that looked like fragmented stained obsidian from new Arizona
I could have made an error when I made my first move on the board, trolls are the doo-hacks
Cooked well on the darkside of the tunnel of love, boiled vapor, body, soul & all the stacks.
Grid of DNA recombining to elicit the highest evolution of sentient chemicals called 'em Souls
Fear above and below the beautiful and dreadful, either way you're alive, it's a mind bender
Treasure in my chest, heartbeating the rhythm to the rhyme, letting it be like a surrender
Existing in the desperation of searching for peace and destruction, death to the epic trolls!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, May 29th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Banished from the ville for life, wrote this while listenin' to @EricClapton @SteveWinwood, @GingerBaker & @RickGrech of @BlindFaith #DeluxeEdition link @ https://youtu.be/MKGbVXDj5vo }
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