What it is, this substance of underground wisdom of Coca Cola & rum
Since you don't know me & I don't know you, words may go in one ear
And right out of the other ear without registering the power of wisdom
To see the Way of warriors who are brave & fight for death, it's dumb.
When you can, slow down, think about The Nature of being here & now
It's not a game if you don't know the rules of the road to this hoosgow
Which is the future and what was the past for real, nobody knows it all
There are few humans born and raised on Earth who play on a big ball.
I spit on the expenses to repair cracks in the psychic relations with God
Expenses liquidated in a budget without money, original-sin red blood
Animated germs grown out of control upto a terminal supine position
When the conglomeration of specialized cells of DNA atrophy & end sin.
Mayhem's the Word, every day, chaos reigns as my origin, daylight life
Truth appears False, vice versa boogyman's dark, wow dude on my wife
It's not their fault but it's their obligation to overwealm the white Gods
Black gods aren't apparent in the ancient literature paintings of Moors.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini
{ Cocksure blood from Zeus, drafted while listenin' to #HeadKnockers by @Foreigner link @ https://youtu.be/3uYyzadMfXA & @Kingsman #LouieLouis @ https://youtu.be/1RZJ4ESU52U for 60's #SockHoppers like me! }
ZEITGEIST HANGIN', A STAIN OF STAYIN' ALIVE , UV-MAGIC THEATER
At one in a black hole, I've been in this space before and after the low tides rolled in Upon the third stage of the fourth act, the finale was nothing more than a faded out Into the twilight zone where I was before I was conceived, where's your soul headed? Up, up and away is all I can say, it's not going to be down below, I am gold not dead.
Now then, for the lame bones left over in the bag or box, my gods rejoice no return Back to the sinkhole of the timeless dimension in the infinite dot, babies all will burn Not just because it's cruel but it's because that's the way it has to be, y'all gonna die Staying between invisible lines using sixth senses of knowing that all ghosts do is fly.
Your soul that moves your skull and bones social entity is a temporarily a living guy Moving from the crib to the sleeping bag by the railroad tracks & onto the condo lie Bought & paid for by the good taxpayers of a state's Golden Ore, as if you don't say Not where mama conceived nor birthed my 208 bones & loved me but far, far away.
Spunk of the spankings that trained the behavior to avoid pain & suffering, to run Fast and for a long time until the threat is left so far behind it will never find a sun Nothing but the night of the pending doom, as an unstoppable waterfall it descends At thirty-two feet per second, every second I breathe in and out of the Void, it ends.
Then I wake up and although I'm not #Woke as the Many love to be, I am #Awake That is more than enough for the reward I received as a gracious receiver of #Cake This walk on Earth between birth and death is a gift, I've got the best of infinity's Id Deep or shallow, all in the gang, the #FilthyMouth of comedy & tragedy, be the Kid!
Settle it out of court, the tragedy is you've been broken in two by the dragon firefly Rags to glad-rags and the front row of the acting Romeos & Juliettes of wood & holly Punks, junkies, wise artists of the words, the angles, the rules of the road & the facts Neverland doesn't exist but the land of the Free does, be here, awake, dream, relax.
Tell all of the girls that we've got a lot and we need to hang on because it's all of It Astronauts and cosmonauts testified that Nothing is everything else other than US Whether or not anyone likes the Truth, you've got to try the salt-lick first, you'll see All of this from the first to the last breath is all you can do, live life, good just to Be.
Burned or rewarded with a smile on your corpse's lips at the last gasp, eyes bulged Man or woman, any animal & plant of every species has an identical fate, dead, gone Happiness will die like it or not for Nature of our world is actually chaos & hot fire Mother Earth or the mother who carried each of us in the willing womb god squired.
Sweet pies to dessert on before you leave the scenes of the dine, last supper or snack Noose with a slipknot is a Divine way of appearing to be a Supreme being's haystack Like a needle underneath my skin, your words injected the irresistible spelling Sin Mortal, venial, original errors all my fault, I'm not responsible, they're here, I win!
by r j j stephan, i c. Mardi, March XXIXth, MMXXII @ 555 PMPST { Drafted whil jamin' to @Bruce_Springsteen @Brisbane in 2014 #StayinAlive link @ https://youtu.be/4n1GT-VjjVs & @TopTenAncientSecrets link of the snake @ https://youtu.be/3cXDll-K49k } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
I've got some good news and some bad news and if you've already heard it, then it's same ol' Songs with words that rhyme or not, either way it's the only way, a freeway to a deeper hole Than the one you get buried in six feet more or less underground, fact of life include my zen It is all you're going to glean from the harvest, it's the same every year, over and over again.
The wet market has the bats grounded into a powder and blend the dust with white pepper Sold to the unknown consumer who would eat cadaver soup if it wasn't labeled a dead bat Matter and energy did combine in some Space and cause this Time, finite or immortal scat Mothers of all wars and fathers of fake peace on Earth, laid down their arms for A-bomb fir.
Morphology of your & my DNA has nothing in common with the extinction of the species Extinction's cause is built into the code, it's a fail-safe for the mission impossible to seize From the clutching claws of the cats in the hood to the dogs in the alleys and backwood All wanna kill & eat me, drink my blood but not you, you're a regular piece of scat-hood.
Something is lost and nothing has been found to be exactly where it is, like it or not too Common ground above the atmosphere's stratosphere, an impossible set for a 3rd stage Harder they come, harder they fall, blast the One, it just ain't what was in holy mind, ever All the time, 24 & 7 I knew it had to be, no other way but the highway, function forever.
If we all leave the Present for the Future, there'll be nobody to recollect & protect the punk Inside nearly dead & gone or at least unable to travel backward in Time, it's nothing's regress Monkeys all drunk on their fine grape wine, let set in casks of Amontillado, tap out all drunk Declawed GIANT or Midget cats waitin' to feed, didn't hunt the woke prey, praying goddess.
Political oblivion similar to the being in prison without walls or bars to contain all holy souls Perfect & not so much on the way to the extreme, unsustainable imperfection, all black holes Stinking scent, like a bed of dead roses, all that's left to disguise rotten skin's organs & bones Subjects, predicates, objects, nouns & pronouns, adverbs, adjectives & articles of hot stones.
by r j j stephan, i c. Lundi, March XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 jammin' to IT on & #3LockBox @SammyHagar on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/05w4sk7ON3I } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
