DON’T YOU KNOW MY HANDS ARE TIED?
If you knew what I found out about the whole shebang from day One until right Now
There’s hardly a moment left to gain the understanding of this oneless-only Truth flow
Underneath the ground down to the core beneath the blown rock of a trinity’s trip chit
Sun of all the sons born to man and woman, nothing’s for certain, y’all can count on it.
In blinks of third eyes, it all disappears into the thin air that’s always here and now
Suddenly, all gone and unforgotten, as if a punishment for being a bad old fellow
Crime that is action violating laws of order in the middle of natural chaos’ tendency
To destroy the matter, turn it all into liquid hydrogen, destroy the oxygen rich sea.
Mammals become extinct allowing other forms of life to spontaneously combust
Out of your mind when deep inside of your 208 bone pieces, evolved out of lust
There must be some mistake, unless perchance the dust is a cosmic, humane blood
Unknown, undefinable, you are all that I am, as dead below & above ground hood.
Now you see what you’ve never seen before, then you don’t see it anymore, a shock
A fatal blow to the head without being done on daddy’s lap, oh yes, he said it again
It won’t look any better the day you die as it does right this very moment, Kemosabe
Height of the vertical skeleton, a code inside of DNA passed & mingled with RNA free.
Courtesy of the bagboys and checker/cashiers got the OPs & OGs over the holidays
All for the holy and the even holier than all saints ever born to run around holydays
Brought out of the dark and empty tank of zero love in my heart’s auricle/ventricle
Attack of death on the muscle, pump or not, we all can’t beat the clock, it’s all Hell.
Burnt to ashes, first was something then blown away dusty marrow, gone in a flow
Downwind yet upstream from the hatchery, up the mountainside where deer go
Up to the top where berries grow full of the sunshine’s glory, fruit of the hot vine
In through that outdoor and indoor pool of genetic formations, accidental purpose.
Blessed only to keep the survivors exempt from being dead and gone, smokin’ gun
Sniffin’ the flamed-out gunpowder’s burn, always like the fourth on the fifth’s fun
Terror in the mountains, a moron’s child, son of an idiot & imbecile, cuckoo nested
Flying in fake wokeness’ favor to survive in the cancel culture orphans of cor-vetted.
It was a worthy cause to avoid death, personal extinction the last thought of a scoundrel
One more chance, please allow me to entertain the notion of pleasing the cosmic mutants
Gods and the alternative, opposite of the ‘live’ that’s the ‘evil’ exactly inverted Time tense
High inside of your mother, outside of your father’s sight, grow, be, live, die, burn incense.
On guard to see the Truth, Justice and the continental drift of dry land, thirsty to drown
Where no oxygen is leftover for us all, there’s no place for you if you ain’t a seed plant
Bloodshot eyes, the whites being pink, light red lights on your demented inner soul Id
Psychological formation of the excuse for being beasts of burden, so hands up M& s#it.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Slamuary IIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini Mardi @ 1111 AMPST
{ Brilliant representative of aging brain & dead heads, drafted while jammin’ to @SavoyBrown link @ https://youtu.be/HSgs5enJ5RI }
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