S Y M B O L I S M & circumambulation
PERO GRANDE & NOVATRESE, KNOCKIN’
BOOTS, LIPS LOCKIN'
Above & below as well as in one Form or another, Matter's atoms, an all-too-human-god oath There it is right there in your own possession, in your hand's fingers, you're a champion sloth
Being the only thing that there is forever in imaginary Time without an ending, a Love bubble
Meta-physician's scientist mixed divine sperm with one all too human egg, test tube in trouble.
I really have no ideas of my own, every single inkling being a model without a blueprint RNA
Soft or hard liquor inebriates all of egg daughters who bore a son & father of Goddess’ DNA
Punks who inhabit the crust of the planet Earth seem in charge of sword, knife & ordinance
Marking word salads with initials of you & I, line in Hawaiian sand drawn, touchdown spiral.
Prolate spheroid thrown by passing or launched by kicking or bouncing this way & that path
From an original human being and WTF ever preceded the existences of Life, anima & fauna
Big Bang’s small squirt in the darkness, as one or the other, ain’t no alternative to The Word
Mad at the disobedient creation for failure programmed into a code, error of a simple nerd.
You funkified the fresh water in lakes and rivers full of rain drops never falling on high heads
Of plantation, concrete & steel civilization, there is one thing left for victims’ circumstance
To be or not to be, some Francis saint can download that program for you, I cannot, it’s cool
Oblate spheroid #Wasp121B is hot, if Earth gets closer to Venus, we’ll oblate spheroid too.
Dancin’ on my second floor without my permission, high heeled shoes makin’ spike noises
Drank a few beers, you had a few Margaritas, a bit more Tequilla than I can handle ala poise
It was the red dress honey, your knees exposed, ankles twistin’ the night away, I’m all in too
Invisible like I like it when I’m unseen to the ones who’ll ne’er know what the ghost is blue.
You, you & you come over here right now, obedience pays off in the end, you in charge fool
Letters you sent to me all got in the top drawer with my #1’s, then you died & left me behind
Wondered what the hell that was all about, the visit from the angel out of nowhere I can find
Looked over here, over there & everywhere else I could git git from in five or six senses’ cool.
By the by, form the B’s and the C’s with the A’s of the deep, dark black holes you don’t see
They keep comin’ past me just like they should, it’s a somnambulism after all is said & done
Full philosophers de-greed in the herb of the hominid, seeds sprout into the higher grounds
By my side, in my bag, my pipe and the peace smoke of the blues and greys of UFO allstars.
Brought the finish line closer to my frets to my rhythm and rhyme coincided with rocks
Hard or soft as my skull’s cap, a cover for the intimate, infinite matter of a city’s blocks
Made men & hot women raised corn, on knowledge & wisdom of philosopher chagrin
Only you know & only I know the answers to the Time we see pass, empty Space I’m in.
Princesses and queens let the dogs out of the pent-up cages, now it’s broken loose, fool
Mercy, know what, ain’t got to say a word or reiterate arguments, medicine’s conclusion
Faith in the unknown is faith no more, worship our air & water, That Is All There Is, amiga
Now after sunrise on the way to sunset, ad infinitum for all viral bacteria, sit TF down son.
Pierce through this impenetrable wood, that’s too hard for you but the fire will turn its ash
Into the rest of the peace, under the star dirt that fills the living with the itch of the red rash
Underneath skin, in every corpuscle & muscle down to the middle of the spine’s holy bone
Mama I called her, papa I called him, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2, got numbers,1’s & 0’s on my iPhone.
Afterall is said & done, here you float about in thin air without a care for finite triviality fun
Disappear into the frost, kill the wakeful wokeness with your bare hands, two finger punch
Tequilla or Margarita to kill the worm’s decay, all of the smells & tastes I heard & felt I saw
In everything from dirt to the stratosphere, all in between living and dead, my God is Raw!
As I sleep in bed, undercovers yet naked to the world, can’t see the worm on the bottom
Lying to me works every time, I don’t believe there’s a reason to lie when the truth begets
Everything you need and want, every day and every night, no fear of ever having to Want
Last Call, boots knockin’ under the sun sparkling the meaning of Life, Bird & Bees can’t!
Birds, worms, all in between the core and stratosphere, look around, come on man, God
No need, no want, it’s all here and now, everything you need to be alive, happy, yet so sad
RIPs to angel before you know it, you’re all gone, no-no Hehl's bells ring to cover it all up
Ashes to ash & cosmic dust to the last cut of the Thing itself, bravo supernova, A Full Cup!
W.W.A.R.D.?
Being the only thing that there is forever in imaginary Time without an ending, a Love bubble
Meta-physician's scientist mixed divine sperm with one all too human egg, test tube in trouble.
I really have no ideas of my own, every single inkling being a model without a blueprint RNA
Soft or hard liquor inebriates all of egg daughters who bore a son & father of Goddess’ DNA
Punks who inhabit the crust of the planet Earth seem in charge of sword, knife & ordinance
Marking word salads with initials of you & I, line in Hawaiian sand drawn, touchdown spiral.
Prolate spheroid thrown by passing or launched by kicking or bouncing this way & that path
From an original human being and WTF ever preceded the existences of Life, anima & fauna
Big Bang’s small squirt in the darkness, as one or the other, ain’t no alternative to The Word
Mad at the disobedient creation for failure programmed into a code, error of a simple nerd.
You funkified the fresh water in lakes and rivers full of rain drops never falling on high heads
Of plantation, concrete & steel civilization, there is one thing left for victims’ circumstance
To be or not to be, some Francis saint can download that program for you, I cannot, it’s cool
Oblate spheroid #Wasp121B is hot, if Earth gets closer to Venus, we’ll oblate spheroid too.
Dancin’ on my second floor without my permission, high heeled shoes makin’ spike noises
Drank a few beers, you had a few Margaritas, a bit more Tequilla than I can handle ala poise
It was the red dress honey, your knees exposed, ankles twistin’ the night away, I’m all in too
Invisible like I like it when I’m unseen to the ones who’ll ne’er know what the ghost is blue.
You, you & you come over here right now, obedience pays off in the end, you in charge fool
Letters you sent to me all got in the top drawer with my #1’s, then you died & left me behind
Wondered what the hell that was all about, the visit from the angel out of nowhere I can find
Looked over here, over there & everywhere else I could git git from in five or six senses’ cool.
By the by, form the B’s and the C’s with the A’s of the deep, dark black holes you don’t see
They keep comin’ past me just like they should, it’s a somnambulism after all is said & done
Full philosophers de-greed in the herb of the hominid, seeds sprout into the higher grounds
By my side, in my bag, my pipe and the peace smoke of the blues and greys of UFO allstars.
Brought the finish line closer to my frets to my rhythm and rhyme coincided with rocks
Hard or soft as my skull’s cap, a cover for the intimate, infinite matter of a city’s blocks
Made men & hot women raised corn, on knowledge & wisdom of philosopher chagrin
Only you know & only I know the answers to the Time we see pass, empty Space I’m in.
Princesses and queens let the dogs out of the pent-up cages, now it’s broken loose, fool
Mercy, know what, ain’t got to say a word or reiterate arguments, medicine’s conclusion
Faith in the unknown is faith no more, worship our air & water, That Is All There Is, amiga
Now after sunrise on the way to sunset, ad infinitum for all viral bacteria, sit TF down son.
Pierce through this impenetrable wood, that’s too hard for you but the fire will turn its ash
Into the rest of the peace, under the star dirt that fills the living with the itch of the red rash
Underneath skin, in every corpuscle & muscle down to the middle of the spine’s holy bone
Mama I called her, papa I called him, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2, got numbers,1’s & 0’s on my iPhone.
Afterall is said & done, here you float about in thin air without a care for finite triviality fun
Disappear into the frost, kill the wakeful wokeness with your bare hands, two finger punch
Tequilla or Margarita to kill the worm’s decay, all of the smells & tastes I heard & felt I saw
In everything from dirt to the stratosphere, all in between living and dead, my God is Raw!
As I sleep in bed, undercovers yet naked to the world, can’t see the worm on the bottom
Lying to me works every time, I don’t believe there’s a reason to lie when the truth begets
Everything you need and want, every day and every night, no fear of ever having to Want
Last Call, boots knockin’ under the sun sparkling the meaning of Life, Bird & Bees can’t!
Birds, worms, all in between the core and stratosphere, look around, come on man, God
No need, no want, it’s all here and now, everything you need to be alive, happy, yet so sad
RIPs to angel before you know it, you’re all gone, no-no Hehl's bells ring to cover it all up
Ashes to ash & cosmic dust to the last cut of the Thing itself, bravo supernova, A Full Cup!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-3-2024 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST
{ Sugar-stirrin’ while jammin’ to #KnockinBoots by @LukeBryan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WWkBC4MVz0?si=pRJcaeMd_WM2mTsF }
F I N I S r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-3-2024 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST
{ Sugar-stirrin’ while jammin’ to #KnockinBoots by @LukeBryan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WWkBC4MVz0?si=pRJcaeMd_WM2mTsF }
W.W.A.R.D.?
