#AdInfinitum #SantanaOneness @Carlos_Santana

ANONYMOUS GHOST PRINTS

Fear the unknown if you must but the opposite should be sufficient to survive
Only the strong survive, even if the strong are wrong due to deception in a hive
Nobody alive will escape the inevitable doom, no air in & out of a high mind-eye
Some people are created of the ilk you see & others from a TNT-blown pig stye.

Downsized from the biggest bang we’ll never see since it’s past without witness
Only reasoning in reverse using induction & deduction to formulate the address
Being here and now is a transitory experience, a momentary lapse of logic’s bend
Thing itself right here & now in the Present passing into the Future every second.

Deeper fathom than you can see the sunshine of the star, there the blind see it all
In and out of the theater as allowed to eat, drink and be merry as the case may be
I got the sidebar you’re lookin’ for, here comes the judge’s daisy duke shorts to slap
A Matter of Time in Space for the simple man philosophy, dropped a pin on a map.

Arrived as an atom meeting in the pitch-black darkness’ barometric pressure & I die
As all of those who lived before me, we came & all will have gone by the end of Times
Earth’s trajectory predictable for a New York minute ‘til the kids of the lost Angels fly
Known to be the X-system of ups, downs, ins & outs of all that ever will have rhymes.

Only you & I know for certain what’s been DNA code, the gingerbread fell in love oven
What appears to be accidental is a dream with a purpose, to be or not to be one eleven
Over a hundred years of destiny, all being alive in Space & Time, in or out of Man’s Fake
Full of Joy, Peace, Love, all in Harmony built by a perfect One, I’m as it Is #Woke Awake.

Traded what you had for gold bulls, immortals alien beings, queens, kings and Korans
Born infants learning from X wisdom of all-too-human eggs, hatched in darkness’ pens
Gypsy woman, my mama & maybe yours too, daughter of some bogyman enchantment
Caught my papa in the manner of creating something out of nothing at all, an elephant.

Last pull of air, final gasp nobody wants or needs, neither you nor me, a heavenly body
Animating a bone within the invisible skin, colored no more in blacker white, all bloody
Not for the vampires among the throngs of immortally dead that consumes all sunlight
Unloaded heat too hot, heart beating skins, blowing horns, plucking strings, all unholy.

In & out of tune for the knife fight of Freedom to say the words of true & false moves
What does Love have to do with anything? It’s the edge to be at One, alone grooves
Cause at first of the Unmoved Mover is the reason for Life on Earth & anywhere I am
In skulls full of indecipherable, microscopic sequences of a fusion-fission flimflam.

To be buried once dead or burnt into chunks of ash drop-back in boiling cosmic soup
Lady without a beauty recipe, wasn’t written on the wall with the rest of commands
Awesome being in awe of the brilliance of the smile of infinite swelling, soft silkiness
Heart made of stone, soul of rubber, made out with One, high pranking’ on a G string.

Newest ancient prehistory opens the book to blank pages before the Word made flesh
Good to be aware we’re in the middle of nowhere’s vacuum of immortal, quark mush
Moment, you recall your first bit of awareness that you cried for the prehistoric, a Void
Less than a burning star, too bright to stare at without going blind, you’re an android.

Hold on to that tiger you grabbed by the tail, it can’t back to you with deadly claw tips
Can’t have you for supper with the other cats, you punch a fist up the feline bung hole
What you’ve got is what should ne’er have been, spirits all around us, smoke & a mirror
Dressed to kill, naked to the world, fast forward or rewound for a pleasure, more beer.

Bumped Tesla cars into one another but they croak die we do, stop in the world order
Bums near the railroad tracks dancin’ in the flesh, everywhere up & down the tracks
Metal to metal, light or heavy creation of the Space’s tea, mixed gas blown to tidbits
Warped causes & effects of being all too human, right or wrong, I guzzle the Schlitz.

Hit the ball, catch the ball, run & jump around on the field’s artillery until you’re a hero
Mellow out as the Earth’s mainstream travels back to the origins of empty ocean of air
It’s hydrogen and oxygen like it’s never been before, only one place in a universal flow
Rockin’ what’s all inside of you, all you got your mama gifted you, et al of the gods’ roe.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IV-XXVI-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Kicked out this jam while in harmony listenin’ to @CarlosSantana #LetThereBeLoveLightJoyUndersanding on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q4vuSjSkHNU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

MY DARLING, MY ONE & ONLY FOREVER & A DAY

#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

ssssssssss#HitMeWithYerTwentysssssssss

Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
{ Created while loopin’ #WhereThCountryGirlsAt @Luke_Bryan & @Trace_Adkins & @Pitbull link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=ZlpoNRQFm5AxP0VR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FreakIn #FallOut #KickedArse #USVetsROCK Thank You, Thank Me, Thank God for the USA! #WhereTheCountryGerylsAt?

WOOD IN THE BONE

I got a line on the hashtags in front of the love & hate speech drippin’ out of your genius lips

Speak easy like a beatnik in a smokey dining room with expressive espressos & China cups
Jellybeans for everybody even sugarless for the diabetic getting ready to give up the ghosts
Out of their poor organic lifestyle, your mother & father conceived you & your little sisters.

Passing like ships in the night, nothing can be seen without the dawn of light upon the word
Microphone is &ou didn’t know as you whispered the phrase, “These idiots are morons.”
Now they know you think that they’re idiotic morons, you’ve got no backup & can’t recant
Liars and deceivers cannot be trusted further than a cluster of lung butter coughing paint.

Mucous membranes cannot be breached if you get my drift, I am in benefit mode of luck
Everything you need to be happy is available & denied to all, you get what you can, smuck
Blood in your dried-up spirit that you spat out with mighty mickey mouse & a woodpecker
Cartoons stuck in the past, only the road runner wins in the end, ask all the coyotes’ I fear.

Hear their howls in the night at the full moon that scares them in the darkness, live & die
All they know in their packs is that they live and they die, on to the light, dead or alive high
Mental illness is physical illness and the only way to get out of this life without holy guilt
Bums and the junkies who turn into the leaders of the packs of malcontent ocean silt.

How are you? You won’t be fine when you have your door broken down, pitch your tents
All blue, red or white in the form of coagulated mother’s milk from a statue of fake Liberty
Hard liquor drunks & heroin addicts of superman Kryptonite eat the world, ladies & gents
Unintelligent life not found on Earth by alien UFO’s, passing in & out of Time, a Space key.

Knuckles are folded into fists, they’re bloody good & bloody well right, you tube is blown
Kids wearing their hand-me-down clothes from my siblings and cousins, Truth is unknown
As above, so below you see what you get, if you’re blind you get nothing and nothing less
Nothing cannot be seen & when you’re blind you can’t see something either, so undress.

Look forward to a final gasp of gas like your ancestors who feared that funeral pyre, son
I can’t believe there’s nothing but this and that, life & death for no apparent good reason
Ill conceived, born, lived & died like all of them, the good, the bad & ugly, simply the best
All or none of the above answers for this multiple-choice exam, extra credit as a final test.

I’m the wolf who did the huffin’ & puffin’ to blow your ill-reputed house down, recycled you
Back to the future where nobody but you will know you’ve snapped in the time warp glue
Everything is nothing and vice versa as well, it’s a silly proposition without a logical ending
No rational conclusion deduced or induced from propositions without veracity, pretending.

Being serious or joking like a joker without funny jokes, forgetting the punch lines on cue
We’re not worthy of being in the presence of great women & men, just forget about it too
It won’t change with Time in this Space, a First Cause will not repeat & Last Effect is Void
Points from A to B to C, drawn lines make the triangle, inflated into 3D pyramid & cuboid.

Truth is false and the lies are all true, words are fluid without in-cursive meaning to the gods
To humanity and the other animals slippin’ into my awareness before dismissal in hotrods
I can do the quarter mile in 9 seconds flat, lookin’ to break into 8 but my rig starts flyin’ high
So above it is and below it must be, no chance for error, Truth is set, when you die, you Die!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXIVth , MMXXIV @222 PMPST
{ Tracked this pablum out of the bottom of quicksand in the mind, while listenin’ to #CosmicCoolerOfMe @ https://youtu.be/Mr1JCXN_8v4?si=JtD3_RHYbdpIlcz_ }
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