WICKED
WITCH OF THE WEST, HOOKIN’ THE GOLD
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There may or may not be air outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, yet we’re in Limbo rockin’, son
As if the afterlife isn’t important, look at the pyramids and cemeteries full of headstone carving
In granite rock to roll around in the infinite earthquake that come to be without any notice et al
Now is the time to appear in the darkness before the supernova light that ends atomic fission.
On the way to the end, narrow way that it is, not even One soul is allowed to ignore the karma
Wounded or rewarded for things you can’t recall, all done & gone in the past, yet are so dharma
Punks never drunk on liquid, yet high on fumes ala burnt leaves of weeds & roots of funky feces
All or none of it originated & evolved during long periods of Time’s random mutation of species.
How time flies when you’re havin’ fun & drags when y’all bored or tortured with fear & loathing
It’s the variation of conscious awareness awarded to fortunate sons of reverent diva daughters
Guessing no conclusions not based on true premises posited beforehand, conditional ifs & thens
No need to think about the reasons for being alive on Earth, it’s an accidental egg drop of hens.
On or off Easter, the day a man who claimed to be divine, reversed corpus dillecti & disappeared
A blind belief system set up under commands from an unmoved mover, invisible to naked dead
All blind men cannot see this as the Truth, every living thing dies & doesn’t go to heaven or hell
Back into the dirt, recycled only after the ash & bones become independent of wood and metal.
Grammatically expressed to hide the actual Truth about the whole shebang, it’s the only option
To know Life before it was created is to be at One with the Thing Itself, Nothing known, my son
Believe me or not, it’s incredible that you’ve even been conceived & born, much less survived it
Birth & Death on the way to infinity, sideways 8 out the gate, atoms come around & go around.
Enhancement of the field of vision, I come out of the Lincoln Park, above & below the ‘hoods
Fear ain’t in my repertoire in the Windy City where my grandfathers & grandmothers spawned
Y’all got nothing at all to say about this or that, positive or in negativity I get in evil, live moods
Same as I, you are living to die in happiness and health, no pain or suffering, belong to a dawn.
Golden or Quicksilver buried in the continental dirt and embedded in the sea’s salt, it’s a secret
Now you know, you’ll die just like you would have if you had never found out, it’s ready & set
To go onto the finish line around the other side of the tracks, other side of town’s dark matter
Required the magic potion and the magic spells to keep the pendulum swingin’ in God’s favor.
Lost Nothing, I had Nothing since the day of my first breath, gasp of the Windy City arsehole
That is the origin without being necessary, it never mattered, accidental orgasm in an ol’ ho’
A-Z & between the sheets it all happens, sometimes just a divine pig in an all too human pest
Other times from The Past are impossible to recollect at all, just the educated have guessed.
The sheep follow the shepherd, without which they’re all blind without purpose or direction
All extinction is immanent without the one who maintains the herd, clean slate’s origination
You will see nothing inside of the casket, after you’re light leaves your spine, Man, It is done
Hands and feet on the ends of the fingers and toes that hold the bones’ Being solid, at One.
I was the innocent son of a fireman’s son, put the fires in Chicago out as quickly as hydrants
Without that man, I’m not here, without his wife, I shudder at home with my sibling infants
Young boys and girls to grown old men & ‘elderly’ women, that’s about the size of all the Blues
Nothing more to say or comprehend, you’re here, they were here & now they’re gone & U2z.
As if the afterlife isn’t important, look at the pyramids and cemeteries full of headstone carving
In granite rock to roll around in the infinite earthquake that come to be without any notice et al
Now is the time to appear in the darkness before the supernova light that ends atomic fission.
On the way to the end, narrow way that it is, not even One soul is allowed to ignore the karma
Wounded or rewarded for things you can’t recall, all done & gone in the past, yet are so dharma
Punks never drunk on liquid, yet high on fumes ala burnt leaves of weeds & roots of funky feces
All or none of it originated & evolved during long periods of Time’s random mutation of species.
How time flies when you’re havin’ fun & drags when y’all bored or tortured with fear & loathing
It’s the variation of conscious awareness awarded to fortunate sons of reverent diva daughters
Guessing no conclusions not based on true premises posited beforehand, conditional ifs & thens
No need to think about the reasons for being alive on Earth, it’s an accidental egg drop of hens.
On or off Easter, the day a man who claimed to be divine, reversed corpus dillecti & disappeared
A blind belief system set up under commands from an unmoved mover, invisible to naked dead
All blind men cannot see this as the Truth, every living thing dies & doesn’t go to heaven or hell
Back into the dirt, recycled only after the ash & bones become independent of wood and metal.
Grammatically expressed to hide the actual Truth about the whole shebang, it’s the only option
To know Life before it was created is to be at One with the Thing Itself, Nothing known, my son
Believe me or not, it’s incredible that you’ve even been conceived & born, much less survived it
Birth & Death on the way to infinity, sideways 8 out the gate, atoms come around & go around.
Enhancement of the field of vision, I come out of the Lincoln Park, above & below the ‘hoods
Fear ain’t in my repertoire in the Windy City where my grandfathers & grandmothers spawned
Y’all got nothing at all to say about this or that, positive or in negativity I get in evil, live moods
Same as I, you are living to die in happiness and health, no pain or suffering, belong to a dawn.
Golden or Quicksilver buried in the continental dirt and embedded in the sea’s salt, it’s a secret
Now you know, you’ll die just like you would have if you had never found out, it’s ready & set
To go onto the finish line around the other side of the tracks, other side of town’s dark matter
Required the magic potion and the magic spells to keep the pendulum swingin’ in God’s favor.
Lost Nothing, I had Nothing since the day of my first breath, gasp of the Windy City arsehole
That is the origin without being necessary, it never mattered, accidental orgasm in an ol’ ho’
A-Z & between the sheets it all happens, sometimes just a divine pig in an all too human pest
Other times from The Past are impossible to recollect at all, just the educated have guessed.
The sheep follow the shepherd, without which they’re all blind without purpose or direction
All extinction is immanent without the one who maintains the herd, clean slate’s origination
You will see nothing inside of the casket, after you’re light leaves your spine, Man, It is done
Hands and feet on the ends of the fingers and toes that hold the bones’ Being solid, at One.
I was the innocent son of a fireman’s son, put the fires in Chicago out as quickly as hydrants
Without that man, I’m not here, without his wife, I shudder at home with my sibling infants
Young boys and girls to grown old men & ‘elderly’ women, that’s about the size of all the Blues
Nothing more to say or comprehend, you’re here, they were here & now they’re gone & U2z.
by
r j j stephan i ( & the #WickedWitchofTheWest )
c. Samedhi/Dimanche, 3-8 & 3-9 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
( Scorched this out of my solar plexus this AM while jammin’ to #WhoopAMansAssSometimes @Trace_Adkins on youTube link @ https://t.co/UnZjnkE2Sq }
r j j stephan i ( & the #WickedWitchofTheWest )
c. Samedhi/Dimanche, 3-8 & 3-9 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
( Scorched this out of my solar plexus this AM while jammin’ to #WhoopAMansAssSometimes @Trace_Adkins on youTube link @ https://t.co/UnZjnkE2Sq }
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