#DOPE #TimingIsEverything

TIMING (76) ON THE CLOCK, RHYTHM & RHYME

Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs
At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

 
Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Mercredi, April 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

GODDESS' DRESSING TOSSED SALAD TO THE VOID

TIMING, READY?  GET SET… GO!

Are there any questions?  Everybody knows everything.   Fine. Let’s do this now
It’s too late now but if you were on time, the works would have been fine, you’d take a low bow
Now, hide your face in embarrassment, none of these words are yours, you’ve jived, plagiarized
Now you pay the piper that you didn’t even know was right there, every step of the way, you lied.

My path through the garden is not the same as yours, I gotta go, you gotta stay, let’s split it up
We have no free choice, it’s a Matter of Time In Space’s Energy, it’s the generator of matter’s ilk
All of us together make it to the end it’s a super nova man, you see this now, don’t you? God high
Lower than the center of the core’s hot iron ice, call me sometime, show the harder rock is soft.

Rhymes hard to find in your mind, my mind, the mind of the collective homo sapiens, Adam or Eve
Many or the One, can see the invisible right there in the wide open space between your ears, Steve
Pops you got this now? It comes along just in time, why you gotta fall when you’re balanced psyche
Nature, cause-effect, timing is everything to get it right, it’s out of my hands again, hands off policy.

Stars lined up right now, you got the ticket, put the cash on the table & bet the kit & caboodle booze
Friends & chums from teen to old man, all gone trippin’ on their own, without me, I made the blues
All living intend to be happy & not sad in one fell swoop, success in failure is the path of damn fools
Someone had to be the idiot, to play a part that killed the sufficient & necessary power check rules.

I slammed on the breaks the moment I accelerated to light speed, it was just one tachyon over me
Split my personality about a hundred times or more, now it’s all that’s left, the original chip of soul
Kings and queens got a piece, every single serf and slave got an equal share, evil backward to live
Sums and products get the most of us all, hurt or feelin’ so good, it just can’t be were a black hole.

On the other hand, you only have two, one more chance to keep your head above the fray, stop sign
Too late for the slowing and skidding, just flew off of the cliff into the open wild, blue yonder timing
Zero to a million in a hundred years of Earth’s revolutions around the ecliptic, it’s old, holy cream
Couldn’t be that this is gonna vanish into thin air, it just can’t be true that this Life is but a dream.

I caught the ball, I caught a break and moved away from the danger of extinction, once again too
From the birth my mother gave me to the smashing my feet, hands & head so hard they all blew
In a song, a turn of a phrase in the lyrics of the #1 song, you can’t recall the lyrics, forgot son
True love drew the line just in time, almost checked out in desperation & species’ extinction.

Here’s another close call for you, it’s either person to person or recollect to the demigods
End times or the origin ones when the First Cause made the Adam impregnate Eve’s womb
Princess’ frog transformed into a charming Prince, her dream came out of the backroads
Too fast, too late, it’s gonna be just fine, Timing’s everything, not anything less, this doom.

Hot to trot and cold as ice on a hot tin roof, ice sickles melting into drops of tasty trash talk
Let the predicates modify the subjects and objects, healed by Time, everything takes a walk
I don’t know why, I can’t tell you why, need to know why, nobody cares why, true dat, we die
Just like every atom coming to be and dissolving into the dirty salt & piece of cherry pit pie.

Surname your soul-spirit, your conscious identity, either the sound of your mother suckers
Or your father’s nodding out on the bench with his Lucky Strike burning in his smoky fingers
Kicking the Time backward & forward, anything is everything & it’s well, it’s just something
Now then, mediate the conflict, happiness rose above the stank and the fool’s gold earring.

Disembodied spirits’ orbs of the divine light’s energy field from an adjacent or parallel line
Directional trajectory from thee to the others and back to thee, a metaphysical journey sign
Mystics and scientists derived from pre-Socratics and what Plato gleaned from Socrates’ pi
Logos is Word UP between the Void & your own consciousness’ fear of being alone in Space.

Intelligence’s weight on knowledge & wisdom depends on Reality not the fantasy of Mind
It is what it is, reason being just because of the cosmic accident, Big Bang roots’ third kind
Creepy hands folded in prayer since I was a lad, altar & Mercury trained, deep in black holes
Destiny of the extraterrestrial is right here & now, control the world without animated souls.

First event occurs in deep space, you’re gonna regret the day you discovered One Truth, Vape
High if you aren’t, look all around you inside of the zoo’s cages that house the good, bad & ugly
Purpose of being all too human is both unknown & assumed from the facts of life, father’s hex
It goes something like this, hunger, fear, futile struggle, strongest survive the swirl in the apex.

On being the eater of #Jellyrolls, that was why I should have remained trying to be a cowboy
On a cattle drive with the others I left behind on the dirt road outside of town, Gene & ol’ Roy
Stoned this AM & hadn’t had a drink all day, not just a young man’s rant, the elder riff raff case
Near beer in cases and kegs ready for the solo cup, red, white or blue and the diamond phase.

On being the ride all of the fine young ladies and their grandmothers wanna saddle upon jeans
American folk songs screamin’ the rights and wrongs of the hot dogs and beefs & vanilla shakes
We’re all doin’ the recycling of blood, sweat & tears from the cradle to the grave, six feet under
Grounded like a teenage girl who stayed out past curfew, snuck out a window, went to the bar.

Cool that was your mother in another life, way back when she was a libertine with liberty tea
Blue, white & red-blooded boys leakin’ their life down on the dirty rocks nobody ever owned
Who cares about the dead folk at the hootenanny where the boys & girls got down & so free
Drunk all of the songs, every note from C, D, E, F & G lookin’ for the A’s & solid gold T-boned.

You felt that earthquake but you didn’t know that the world was shakin’ the mocha in a swirl
Knots gone faster than you thought you’d ever be while spinnin’ counter-clockwise on the girl
Alabama, Mississippi, New Mexico, Nevada or golden California, all reasons being here, now
It’s golden sound pushin’ your eardrums into your brain’s stem, blowin’ your mind into a glow.

Opened up my throttle to enter the rock and roll river runnin’ through my bottle of gold Tequilla
On the two-lane that ends with my empty tank blowin’ air into my dual quads without nitro-G
Hemi engine firing on all eight cylinders at thirty-five miles per hour, heavy heart of oil smoke
I’m nearly done gone, you can’t perceive the invisible, big mouth, ruling the nonsense stroke.

I passed the ball, bounced the ball, caught the ball & shot the ball, in or out of the bull’s eyes
All above and below the target practice before the hunting & fishing trips to feed the old guys
In the tribe or at the outskirts of your mother’s loose mini-skirt & satin slips & slide into home
Bring your books home from school, study hard, get straight A’s & solid B’s, y’all get you some.

Rednecks & the backstreet boys from the ‘hood of my neighbors by the river in the windy berth
It took a whole town to raise me & my kin, some of us died young, some still kickin’ in the barn
Full house eliminates the probability that you can be beaten by four of any kind, third or fourth
Ready to be set in the concrete foundation of the buildings that tower & blow in the wind, darn!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 4-9 MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Full of the scat that I inherited from the mental cases who spawned me & drafted as I was lulled back to living the dream, listening to @GlennFrey #SoulSearching #HITS @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80?si=FayzdFF8nW51ByV1 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WORD #UP #SecretionExcretion #SACommand #KORN #EMINEM #mARSHALLmATHERS

BIRDS TWEET CODIFICATION

Down on the corner where my grandfather shouted to the mass, “Read all about it!”

As if you needed that data for your program of study to train you with logic of chit
All in & out of everything you dream about & get shocked into wake up China calls
You shocked the monkey & expected an unexpected relief to materialize the balls.

Respect is all you can give and get disrespect in return, it’s the karma of a past life
You don’t know what you did but it must have been a grievous infraction of strife
Workin’ it all out in the end whether you like it or not, using logic & reason, my son
Never runnin’ out of it since it’s the essence of it all, mortal nucleus in every atom.

Imagine before your conception, before your ancestors were ejected into the void
Even if a Truth sounds like a lie if you believe in human afterlife in spiritual soul stew
Cosmic as it is and always was, it will be almost as certain as the sun burns itself out
A bundle of memories you ain’t forgot will not survive God’s dam-beavering doubt.

So, it all comes down to this, right here, right now, this here & that there exposed
To elements of a psychological convergence, Wind of the world’s spin, soul dosed
Expected the existence of Nothing but me was true, I’m right, pessimistic optimism
It’s chocolate or butterscotch, maybe it’s a double dose of critical critics’ criticism.

Sisters of my mother are my aunts whose daughters are my first cousins, all who lie
About crossing my heart, it’s a condition mutation of conception’s birth, hope to die
Even I didn’t hope to die, the alternative is floating in Space or a 4th dimensional dot
What I am is what I am, dancin’ to the music, beatin’ the sound into God’s ol’ robot.

Sleep with eyes wide open means your corpse is in deterioration mode, rockin’ free
As in, bury me right now, underground or under seawater, eaten by the fittest ‘round
Danced to the music until my whole family was stoned, smoked & drank into a frenzy
Autopilots since being saved by the blind faith in hot, holy spirits, funk-boogie down.

Pinch me to see if I wake up, I might be dreaming that life is happening now & then
Until I wake up for a moment, lying flat on my back on a morgue slab without a staff
Nobody there, no angel nor devil, no zombie dead but still scaring the scat out stuff
Going to be millions of degrees hotter the day y’all die by accident or spark failure.

Kissed the girls and the women as the got old as my mama used to look, all good too
For me & Stars all around me in the Space also around your face, hug a tree, feel blues
When you can’t & don’t because you won’t and never will, you’ll be able to run a dozen
Of, by and for the reasons and rhymes that blow out of the 4th dimensional sacred Zen.

Blown and imploded depending on the whim of my will, it’s an Evil necessary power too
Good is better but Evil will do when there’s bad guys out there, on the corner kickin’ boo
It’s jive scat that fills in the blanks when you forgot the lowdown, or it’s already gone son
Daughters knew when to slide out the city, here, now what we got is whippin’ post fun.

Creeps feeling whipped until they couldn’t feel anything anymore, creepin’ in me arears
Simple that the stars line up without movin’ when they’ve been spinning hot gas tears
Sorrow for my feelings being hurt by the ones I learned to love because you had timing
Yo, Billy & Kenny, California boys brought destiny out the mountains, Cascades & Sierras.

Are you for real, living in a dream & referring the vision as reality, a pre-death life atom
Full or empty, recollection of being a foolish, idiot savant helps to know, why I’m dumb
My father & mother are the cause of my existence, don’t make me start the inevitable
The Fail-Safe has ended, Earth like the atom it is, will split & two Earths are my bubble.

Void and null of the matter at hand causes the murderer’s row to rise & fall in darkness
Civilized or not, the cause and effect of things remains the same, you live, you die, fly
Hard or soft, good or bad, even ugly is the issue, it’s not an issue in the darkness’ lie
That we die & have another life after this one, bovine scat at the least, soul killer fizz.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 4-6-2024 Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Cocked this pistol while checkin’ @max_headroom on #WOMEN youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y4TSOnvcy1k?si=EFeWUWLW5YsiZ-G0 & then #MaxHeadDAP @ https://youtu.be/Xbk1vB0gWL0?si=O5OBVZnvo8pA1J46 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#JockStrapperSupporter #SheezGotBigBawls & #EyeCanFixADrinkOnIce #EyeCanGitYouBuzzed #ThatsTrueLOVE #SteelheadingVIDEO #WhatALady #WhatANight #ArcOfTheCovenant

LOVE WORD UP, GET DOWN-LO WAR

Originally sinned in a garden called Eden with Eve & I take it you know
I’m Stacy’s mom’s husband, I’m Stacy’s dad and we’ll take this real slow
My daughter likes you, she’s on birth control & no doubt told you, hence
You now know a little bit and you can guess the rest, no nonsense tense.

As I move in double speed, I stop in double time and never skip a C-note
If it greases my palm, the deal is sealed, gentleman’s agreement, no vote
Hop along the dotted line with your John Hancock, scribble above & below
Monsters of the Midway and Miners of the Gold bring out the best in flow.

Gone downstream from the hatchery ladder just to get lured by the flies
Biting them, chewing the bait without getting snagged, steelhead’s lies
You and the Kings and Silvers got together after the gutting and BBQ digs
Offered their spirits that now grace your innards a chance to live as a man.

How magnanimous of the eating machine, drunk lush spit for elimination
To be free from being behind bars without a key, locked into submission
Due to the inability to follow ten simple commands of the gods, mortality
Only way to stay alive is to fight for survival, to be fit, to smell and to see.

Aftertaste just as good as the original one, dream in a dream at one
Used to think that the thing itself was something other than what I am
Then I opened the third eye I didn’t know I had, I saw the Truth of stars
Ergo, as I lay dying, I choked the jerk-off, then a guy walked into the bar.

On the tile floor next to the bar-stool, a last gasp went in & out my blood
I recall floating above the bar looking for Jose & Jack, at one for Bay mud
Pricking the soft matter to control the excited atoms, pin cushion’s proof
That the holes I’ve created close with the passage of years, I am the goof.

A hundred years ago just like a hundred years from right here & now, zero
As close as I can get to a word to mean the concept of the Void, God’s hero
Blame all of the inconvenient Truths seen with our own lyin’ eyes, ‘ai’ One
Intelligence as artificial as your mother, she’s two hundred years old, son.

Bridges to pass from mass to mass keeps your feet & horses’ hooves dry
Like your powder that provides persuasion, blue, purple or red rover high
All events pass into historical vortexes nobody can ever retrieve ala dead
Honor, obedience, reverence keeps your survival mode aloft, I am I said.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi April 4th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1755 hours PMPST

{ Scraps of fragments, translated from the English into WORDup by @KORN link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-M7vOnlcLbo while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=6S9MGXxKsH9zJh1w }
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