PSYCHOTIC SHREDDING, ALL TOO HUMANE GOLD
Zip ties on your wrists to keep your will to THE power in check, pop wheelies 'til dusk
Dawn will break as it always does because the dusk cannot stop itself from being one
As if it's a problem not to be the Many, you should probably leave me alone, my son
We all know where this leads every time, it's in a groove that can't be fooled by musk.
Whisper in one ear and blowin' out the other, I do the right thing when it's all wrong
Skin so soft, it's what it means by what it reads, what it says, SSS, on the skin all along
For boys in the band and the girls backstage waitin' for a party after with a coolio cat
A riff off of a few frets with my pickin' and grinnin' as if I know the chords of E or F flat.
Climactic high and manic depressive low of the mind, for the brain, for the happy head
Stoned or not, could be just the normal seratonin charge from being amazed, not dead
For one false move, one wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and it's over, caput
Children of ancestors are our own children's kin, a DNA evolved out of chimney soot.
I'll drink to that, let's have a toast with some Tennessee whiskey, I have the top shelf
It's BlackJack out of the shelters where I used to go before I got on the wagon, my self
But it's OK for you & the rest of the world to get fired up, white or brown gas of songs
Not your fault after the spirits remove you're free will to do right, to never do wrongs.
Everyone's a dead man walking because except for our mother's grace we forced entry
Into this world wanted or not, needed or not, trained to be good or bad even if ugly
Welcome to the veterans of the foreign wars your uncles and aunts sent you into low
So low below the down & knocked out that nobody knew what needed to get a blow.
In and out, starting over or just letting the finale be the ending, one last time, for me
Own the thing itself, you came, you went, you're all gone at some point, just not now
Maybe later, tomorrow, next week, a millionaire, more, that'd be 120M, I don't know
Soon, don't blink, y'all are alive due to the gamete entry into the ovum of Tennessee.
Luxury of Love and Gold, having it all and giving it all away to the ones without it all
No place like this Space and Time to get the karma even with the debt, payin' for kin
Way back when there was no way to get the bad guys, your great, great kin did a sin
Killed everybody they ever saw and took their belongings, just like the cops in a jail.
No sherrif or officer of the Law of Tao, Good & Evil that men do, it's all subconscious
This here bulk of word salad doesn't indicate what's the matter, it's empty flux dust
Below the atomic protons, neutrons and electrons over the one common halo I defile
Eyes wide open, ain't my fault that the Earth spins around the blocks, piles of smiles.
Out of the cemetery's granite shapes with names from A to Z, last, first, middle, rank
Oh son, daughter, father, mother, sister, brother, at the bye & bye, stink, stunk, stank
Away past the clouds where no human eyes are allowed to see, dream or not to be in
Some girls, rolling stones knew & sung the words, it's what I say too, I am now truckin'.
Law to murder, law to kill only if justified by self defense you can prove 'round a bend
Didn't intend for the life to terminate yet you may have been a First Cause of the end
Fault is the one who is closest to the moment of death than anyone else, it's the blame
For another one biting the dust, burial in stuffing or burnt to ash and rock bone fame.
Here's a vulgarity, a piece of linguistic jargon unacceptable in public, phonix is Phuqe
Immediate shock just for the thought going into your noggin, it resonates, oh phuque
Point is, forget about it, it's a sound and a thought, your mind is the cause, it's effect
All sound and light shows in a large cave without your mother, father or rocker sect.
Silent mess of the head bull's scat, what the whole herd are forced to whiff 'til dead
It's not the way of the warrior, it's the herd of the cow finding The Way home, graze
Eating cows & pigs makes the men & woman scale down the dream without me, so
Word is up, precursor of the word being made flesh, the way home has deleted blow.
I was off of the grid when the days were all falling into place, gettin' faster you know
As you approach the stones and rocks that need to be broken into fragmented dust
Gold or just the basalt from the planet's burning out function, planetary extinction
My business and yours, to know the facts of life you father didn't tell you, it's a bust.
Gold or platinum chrome plated reverse wheels, laid down a rubberized protraction
Babies of one day or nine months, one chance to enter this realm's fake satisfaction
Amigos knockin' on our front doors pushin' us into uncomfortable corners of loving
Down or hungup in this space, what's my name at that time, it Is All That I Am, I'm In.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:40 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnnyGuitarwatson #IWannaThankYou https://youtu.be/u0JO5l8LkAc }
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