A CHOCOLATE ECLAIR NEEDS AN APE OR A YELLOW ROSE FROM TEXAS
I came out of it once, smellin' like a rose in cosmic, blocked holes, swallow to compute a byte
For me & you, it's a mystery but for the faithfully departed, it's a gospel's wine drunk grooves
Story recollected and passed down the line like a game of sub-intelligence extensional moves
In the end, it's as it's always been, stardust blown and surrounding the star, the One, the Sun.
All God is all we know, thank you sun, thank you moon, thank you mama & papa for the zoom
Into the bottom of Hades pit of carbon where the sun brews it's magic to cause a Nova room
Everything blown to smithereens soon will collapse with the force of Gravity's centrifugal force
I know nothing but I can repeat sounds that everyone recites and sings as if it's a mantra pulse.
Wonderful as it's always been to be in darkness when Light's blazing, star-blinding light for all
Smacked in the arses or in the faces matters much, one’s the end while the other’s God's bawl
Screwed the putsch or was it a pooch, in any case, penetration with a foreign object's air force
Blunt or sharp, a deed’s done, gods are loose like atoms in a sea of swirling menudo hordes.
On the top of heaven, above it all & below it all, at the bottom of hell, we all are the only One
Left over from a Big Bang or specially created lonely hearts club for one divinity's soprano fun
It's The Narrow Way to pass the time before total annihilation, a whole soul of God in a bonfire
At the edge of the cliff when there's no lookin' backward, jump off, jackin' the edge of a pyre.
One way or another you’re gonna get what’ coming to you whether you like it or not, lowbrow
It’s not for me to say or to write it on the cave’s walls, it’s all right there before your very eyes
Once you see and are blinded by the ultralight ultraviolet radiation from above and below, yes
It’s all downhill from here, it ain’t gittin’ any better than it was yesterday, today or tomorrow.
No agreement with you or a status quo, ignoramus or idiot parents, divine morons who rule
All of us know, we're all gonna go, we don't need the fear & loathing of the eaters of the gruel
Orphanages or happy homes with brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparental folks
Mamas & Papas of us all, cared for a moment and then it was a commitment without reward.
Dreaming that I woke up in a dream & could animate the scenes with my free will to be #Woke
Discovered the Golden Rule to do unto others as you would have them do to you & then croak
Bones and the organic matter will be burned or buried and won't return to Nirvana, now it's On
Faith no more, Charity and the Hope that Faith is the Truth are long gone, I am what I am, gone.
If and only if you know where I'm coming from, you know what I mean, words are symbols' kin
Used to write on cave walls & in the mud, the blood & beer until it all ran out, I stopped workin'
The rent and mortgages weren't paid, the land's lords moved us into the beggar's epic sad song
Beggin' for crumbs or bucks, outside the sad cafe of windows, now how you doin', it's all gone!
Bitten off less than I could chew so I waited for everyone to finish, then I dove into the menudo
It was overwhelming and then I absorbed it like a sponge until it disappeared, I became all of it
Somebody told me something, but I forgot what it was, racked my brain's mind, nothing at all
Finally, it dawned on me at sunset, in the pitch darkness, like God died, told me I took The Fall.
Then it was walking and running without a rudder, north, east, south and westward trek to gold
God left the Ends, the gold is mixed in with the cinders of burnt neutrinos' love, old school mold
Left over and just hangin' loose as disconnected threads of suit, shirt or slacks, just to pop cap
Shot in the air but what goes up must come down, life dead goes in a grave, stench of Godsmack.
Uncomfortable yet still copasetic, alone in a crowd of strange relatives it's the same ol' schemin'
Blues guitars, bass, rhythm and leads move' to the beats of the animal skins and brass dreamin'
Smoke signals replaced by the spider webs your mothers left in the bare cupboards, cup of java
All I needed was to drink H2O until the water all turned to wine, whining now, this is it, foreva!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER IIIrd, (3) MMXXII (2022) AD (Anno Domini) @ 0600 AMPST + or -
{Murdered the original creator & resurrected her arse (my 'dying' Lenovo laptop) for this final, little ditty to be free of the inner sanctum where it dwelled until I released it with the hounds! All the while listenin' to the mighty blood runnin' from my feet to my crown, crashed the kit & kaboodle LAPTOP & will accommodate the BESTBUY, open the door, I got the cash, the wind is at my back! I shall return!} #ItIsDoneForIdiotsMoronsDorksAndYoMama
