THE SHADOW KNOWS,
AMIGAS DON’T SEE IT !
Soul left the bones when the blood spilled upon the highway to hell, speedin’ 100 MPH
409 c.i. engine under the hood scoop, four speed Hurst on the floor, purple metalflake
Didn’t mention dual quads and dual exhaust, nitro glycerin injected, I fly about 145 too
Without wings I either quit or flip out of love for momentum and centrifugal force blues.
No more aches and pains from head to toe, day and night I keep the bites off my tan skin
Nobody knew the place I dropped into town at, west of State Street, south of Chicago Av
Time of my life I had it 1951 to 1971, via Viet Nam wrecked the plan, it never began to end
G.I. bill got me two sons and an ex-wife to amend the tariff I never signed, I got me friend.
Seriously folks, matter and the formed shapes that coagulate from coast to coast, that’s all
Everything senses & reacts to stimuli from State street to Rush street to play for money ball
Sometimes you’ll regret you didn’t pursue Somethings all in the end, I got the Montana Stix
Crime and punishment are the most excellent deterrents to bad boys & girls without ethics.
Blood ran up and down the boulevards the day the Earth stood still; 2 missiles launched fire
Contained a nuclear reactor in the pointed cone atop the projectile full of flammable eyre
Glitch on the holy radar shows you have an incoming without the defense all gods to die for
Apes all nakedly most often, shave the stubble to become soft, smooth as a cool operator
Mothers conceiving, they know the routine, it ain’t in a testube’s centrifuge, zero mass go
Funk objective for the ones who don’t know any better than a jagged rock out the volcano
On being here and now with a constant buzz inside the head, mass of morons keeps it up
Magical and lucky charms keep the light bright, never fades until my final gasp of gas blow.
Money wasn’t just for nothing; it was to trade & buy the things that help pass the time here
In a sense, if this makes any sense, you hear and repeat the same old song without detour
Say not goodnight and kiss me slowly, tell me you’ll miss me, I’ll believe it as I’m dreamin’
Not wrong to be right because I know the Truth, counter example to lies, all sweet & sour.
The dream is a phantasm of smoke and mirrors, mental case is the mind of goddess DNA
Holy cows, cattle, herds of things living to be eaten or sheered from their winter coats’ wool
Love in the first and last place is just how you say how do you do, my friend, I’m your fool
No way can it be this good, it’s like plethora descended upon the mind’s Broadway play.
Staged for the story to be told when the experience is long gone & forgotten by everyone
Forget about facts, fill in the blanks with star dust and glowing representations of the fun
Lullaby under the moonlight turns into a serenade to the break of day, Chicago is it my son
Getaways get what they got, returned to sender’s address unknown, blown away oblivion.
Weather of the seasons mirrors the place in Space on the ecliptic, near or far from dirty rats
Moonlight and sunlight everything to be taken seriously by the age of Reason, work with pa
Took you to the cleaners to be useful when tasks require attention, I know you know it all
All kidding aside, there’s only one Bullwinkle & it’s a moose on a cartoon about rocky flats.
Peeling back the coverage, disguised power you & I see as Truth, we ain’t in a sugar Shack
Appealing to the senses, the food to masticate & sexual feeling to orgasmic, seminal fate
Books misread & then burned while makin’ love to the snakes and worms, nightmare chills
Y’all let go of me and you, it’s all been said, it is done, park’s far away, I want my Nickelback!
Heartbeat for someone once I saw her, left freedom to roam for protection of the heroine
Daddy told me all about it, he shined a light on the facts of life around 14, I knew it all, son
I even helped my dad out with some secrets & he had 6 kids right between the ashtray eyes
Filter the words to avoid the mean, bad boy commentary I gleaned, Daddy was a good one.
It means that it’s all fiction about yo’ reasons for living & dying, it’s a method to cover sins
Truth as it appears nakedly to all with eyes to see, that is unrepeatable, it’s a plethora of Pi
3.14 as a number resulting in infinity .1414141414 to the trillionth power, gone, I be too high
Long gone you may not be, but you will be an inevitable train wreck on the track to a Ends.
To be continued whether or not you like it, I start me up and I never stop, except for a jiffy
To stock up on more angel dust from above and below the planet’s burnt-out, hollow crust
Screwdrivers and Tom Collins are all y’all need to get through to the liver attack & atrophy
For the love of good times, drunk black-out times, early teens to seventies, cosmic dust.
Believe me & my words which match the thought & idea succumbed to by innocent tikes
Mother & father, sisters & brothers, all became the known to make a dead man cry, yikes
Ratchet up the volume, turn up the bass and down the treble, it’s right there on my cloud
Blue sky nearly already gone for the of the hippy, happy trip down in memory lane’s crowd.
Reduce understanding & the quest for the Truth about wisdom & knowledge, shams’ spree
You don’t care much about that, you either care about Nothing or the gods, some just One
Other than breathing air and eating and drinking the Earth to recycle it in waste and the son
Proof is in the pudding, but I ate that, nobody else will absorb that data, deleted, inner me.
So, preach to the choir boys and there will be nothing else remaining infinite Papal secrecy
There is nothing to see here, only you &I know the reason for being alive & dead here in D.C.
Black crows in a murder set get sweet & sour on you, depending on luck of the draw stitch
Tuckin’ your junk in between your skinny-boned thighs, that’s all Justice’s ham sandwich.
Lives but a fleeting moment, dance of shadows &light, eternal mosaic of dreams & reality.
From the cradle to the grave, we seek meaning in the chaos, solace in the unknown spree
In a grand tapestry of existence, threads are woven into a pattern too vast to comprehend.
The whispers of the wind carry secrets of the ages, tales of love lost, of triumph & despair.
Stars in the night sky are silent witnesses to our journey, guiding us with far-unyielding light.
In quiet moments, a world fades away, we find ourselves face to face with essence’s being.
In the end, it ain’t the answers we find, but the questions we ask that define our path’s song
Through pursuit of understanding, true beauty yields life’s eternal dance of The One’s gong.
Milder fever over a hundred and three, forever seeking & yearning, forever’s Earthbound too
Not only by mysteries that lie beyond perception but also adjusting to gum in the petri dish
As bacteria & viruses can do, they’ll do as long as they are fed by foreign ‘X’ ajar from a host
In an asexual manner, cells multiply as all too human populations do, all narrow divine fish.
Dirty work, I’m a wise oligarch who found out when I was infused with kink-hair of the Diddy
That this piece of work, here & now, as above and below it seems the same thing, employee
Employer before a Big Bang assault of the movers and shakers of the dream within a dream
It’s all loud & clear, Zero empty sets between negative & positive 1, OMG honeypot scheme.
Buns ain’t more than the appearance of beckoning entry, it’s a hot dog in paradise theorem
To get more of the least among us, there’s an a priori and a posteriori reflection to condemn
You sir and you madame, with due respect, the respective legends of cosmic chaos & order
Both of you, know it or not, become priest or nun, no matter, you all will fade away, (a purr).
No matter in any form of unnatural creation is the ends and means of the Void production
It will come once the gravitational collapse doesn’t allow further expansion into nowhere
Nothing you nor I or anyone alive or who will be after the non-aborted, nothing we can do
Absolutely and positively the only way to look at the appearance, it will all end when I go.
You now have a set gist of the exegesis of the storms and rain that comes from cosmic bliss
Ecstasy prequel wills its own way, I ain’t the One, you ain’t the One, One I can’t ever dismiss
Never gets as old as you are now, your present at 73 is such a prime number of an origin sin
Boredom of ennui is one & the same thing, set still, listen to a hiss, it’s a counter-revolution.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, May XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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