DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY
Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.
Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please?
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.
Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.
In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.
Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.
Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high.
Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.
On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odiferous
Balls in the baskets, in the goals with the pucks and footballs in the endzone of easy money
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.
Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.
As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.
Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues.
Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.
byr j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }
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