Something Traded For Nothing Everytime #TheresLifeBeforeThatRedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne

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 odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals with the pucks and footballs in the end zone 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.

 

by 
r 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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PRETTY GIRLS' MOTHERS SCOFF

Stars blow up and make stones that sticks grow upon the original foreskin of Zeus'

Loathing and a fearless bravado, pair for the royal flush on the five-card draw blues

Mystic phantom pullin' in the ghosts and other chimera into a crystal inconvenience

Word sounds heard by the herd, vowels A, E, I, O, U & sometimes Y, & consonants.

Bread is not the thing that comes without work, labor for the trade-off for all the stuff

Nobody gets anything for free, orphans or well-bred family denizens, gotta be tough

Without the ability to deflect the powers attempting to consume yours, you're caput

To be or not to be is a choice to make hella long time before you get to the brink's rut.

Blood ain't red until it's spilled into the oxygen, it's purple as holy grapes of wrath

In every case, everybody inherits a set amount, and when you run out on the path

It's all of what she wrote & all you could ever write again, anchovy on a cheese pizza

Feel the beats of rhythm's rock & roll, blues & classical jazz, guitar cries mama mia.

Hearts come in twos, threes & sometimes many more, except the True One, all One

For your edification, the meaning rings a bell and configures all daughters of the son

Backward in Time in this same Space, it's a fortune to be able to read all about it, God

There's something wrong with Creation because the creator has what ain't red blood.

Hence, fearing and loathing everything that's a thing in the matrices of nothing at all

It follows logically that you & I, along with the rest of the good ship lollipop, it'll fall

Maybe not far to hit the bottom, or it may be a bottomless pit that has no final End

Your free will is the illusion; no choice in this life matters, enjoy the trip's mind-bend.

Fountain of alien life forms evolved from eggs of another dimension in Time/Space

A continuum from end to end, encrypted to appear full when the thing is all empty

Hawks and eagles don't know why they fly, but hunger pulls the Humpty Dumpty

Pretending not to be a carnivore, open your plastic and Styrofoam, bloody two-face!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 6-6-2026 @1755 hours PMPST

{ Magic bald guy with illusory post-historic tricks, check it out, Ozzy Osborne's Mr. Crowley @ https://youtu.be/u2tlWJhKSOE?si=6l5QefMcBMJrqOKt }

SCHEMATICS OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT Y.O.U. @TheMonkees

GIGS COME & daGO

In the first instance, my main focus is an intent to remain happy

Through all thick & thin of the fiascos presenting ass to pappy

When I woke up from the dream, I inherited from Adam & Eve

Cryin' in a deep sleep, pinch hit a blue moon's GD MF reprieve.

I'd created a 3D weapon on my printer, and I fooled my dad, too

He thought it was real & got unhinged at the sight of its miscue

Once, the truth was exposed, the relief for the Father of damn it

Somewhere between the eyes & a solar plexus, all gods dream it.

Inferior nasal conchae are indispensable to pick up a subtle scent

Of fresh scat upwind from the downwind draft, yet I still indent

Paragraphs for the silliloquies to become immersed in muck-mire

Everywhere up, down, in and out for the good of the whack wire.

Nevermore to recall the innocence of being alive in a baby's body

Out of each one of our hands at first, we'll be responsible, no fear

Mother's womb emptiness fills in less than a year, hell breaks loose

Dream over, Life emits positive or negative vibes to play the blues.

Woe to you & me, nothing I can forget at all, that it happened, et al

Beer, wine, rye whiskey for a celebration that gets drunk, bad call

Mind is not wasted if thinking & implementing survival of doubt

Philosophy and science of the mind, step up & down, go in & out.

So, a moment you are asleep, then awake, repeat ad infinitum, etc

Why is the question.  You know it, I know it, we all know it, it's RA

Above the Space surrounding every piece of matter, rock or paper

It's a plethora of grounded pepper so fine, it's invisible to a reaper.

Hounds are released daily on every continent, grief raises surprises

That which nobody can fathom, that's normal to divinity's disguises

If a holiday is anything but another day, I'm surprised, deaf & dumb

By sunlight, taillight, headlight or divine light, eBook of sea sccum.

Bright as atoms splitting nuclei in outer space, it's a cosmic-lit tier

Ends begin with eyes wide open, to see how Nothing matters a bit

While living in 208 bones' material form, survival is the only way

To come and go in health, love & faith that this isn't one last day.

Broad strokes on the painting's work of the artist, mixing 3 atoms

Liquid to solid, afore it all turns a museum into cosmic dust tomes

Knowing what I don't know, now I know why I don't know it all, so

Easy come, easy go, you win some & lose some, it's a blow below.

Question authority's certainty, answers with uncertainty too, oh well

Being here is better than never being here at all, I think, hence I am

All there is, subatomic to macroscopic, cosmic totality of OM, bam

Crystals in utero, post-mortem essence, it is what it is, I kiss & tell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 5th, MMXXVI Anno Domini at 0700 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ Dragged out of my bones, kicking & screaming about my new Collection of Poetry, "Signal/Body  Ghosted Chimera" & I believe that my quest is complete, I'm gonna go to @Disneyland but first I'm gonna watch some @RollingStones in concert link @ https://youtu.be/Bx1y21UbBGg?si=voiM-gg3lKD-2W-j }

#theRollingSTONES