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IT'S LIKE THAT & THAT'S THE WAY IT IS

AT ONE LIVE

LAST CHANCE SALOON

Now and then usually becomes what has been whether you approve it or not

Inside or outside of the Earth's atmosphere, as we're fortunate to be astronaut

Detached from the gravitaitonal pull on the nervous system, etc, etc, etc et al

Nothing at all is more important than believing with blind faith in supernatural

Common or not from this planet's fauna both aerobic & anaerobic forms of X

Whatever was before we all got here as a species, it'll be the same as an index

Covering every corner of the dimensions we're allowed to perceive as evolved

We find we know nothing for certain, a principle from the get-go Heidenberged.

I hope and have faith and warm charity that all above & below will be copacetic

First Cause of an unknown force beyond human comprehension, an RNA block

In the nutrients' formulas & pablum offered to the hungry, tiny, eating pie-holes

Admitting to the commandments of awareness that y'all are responsible, as foals.

Long run, after you & I are either in Davy Jones' locker or undertaken by dirt

Then in that far, far away future, maybe tonight or sooner, yo' mama will hurt

To see the future because you know you must reap what you ssew, be a genius

One & the same as your great-grandparents who preceded you, survived a fuss.

Let it be known, nobody can say words to express the Unknown's nature, I see

You'll see once you've arrived at the First Cause subject & object, it'll predicate

Break it on down, all the way back to the 1st day you recall paying, you grooved

Everything a stranger said & held you responsible for homework unapproved.

In the pyramid of things, mankind attempted to build a pathway to the outerspace

Nothing could be made that high without gravity bringing it back down into dust

First, a cosmic event without human participation or existence, even if divinely so

That Big Bang whether you & the sceptic within approve or not, it's a dream-blow.

Knowing and becoming super-aware of the present leading ahead into the groove

That is the Presence of the One who CAN handle the Truth, just doesn't approve

Repeat ad infinitum is one end of a 'G' spectrum, another is distopic, too humane

Add 2 twos or multiply 2 times 2 & that Truth is it's the same response, superman.

The astrophysics and the trigonometry and for the sake of reason, the calculus is

All there is inside of our heads if you follow the beginning to the end, it's obvious

Hard to swallow after decades more or less of blind faith in the explanation for It

Being the spirit & soul that moves you, animates the skin, bones & brain of scat.

High water is impossible to keep satisfaction, a drowning is nearly guaranteed

Only if one is luckier than most everyone, you'd be saved by angelic good deed

Ghosted chimera in fully cloaked form, a shape to be seen through, as glass or ice

Last chance, tequilla shots up, here's to the victories that kept us in charge of vice.

Day after you're dead will be the same as mine, dead air, screen blank, no static

I know you'll never think about this factoid again, tried to get y'all on the stick

That was my motive for allowing the alphabet flow to appear on a blank screen

Far, far away, it's like that & that's the way it is, now back to class, it's so sick.

Hip hopped before & after the high school flings, acid to soft rockin' the change

From teeny-bopper on all Chicago blocks, ridin' my Schwinn & onto pops '69 Ford

Police knew my name, grandpa was a fire chief, cousins & nephews cops of Chi

Got away before the glue stuck to my soles and sucked out the little bit of soul dye.

More or less, there's an End & an Origin, I'm stuck in the middle with you too high

As above it flows the same way below, water over the falls is water in a pool of sky

Hair grows and gets cut before being pulled out in a scuffle, fighting for the dreams

All of them never come through, once rigor mortis claims the Space's light beams.

The fix is in if you know what I mean, if you're clueless, you'll get it in the end too

Nobody gets out of life alive, you're gonna die like all the rest of the renegade stew

Cosmic until it's digested into the plethora's singularity, smoke & fire laugh at God

Trash, garbage, refused containers & wrappers to increase shelf life of the Goods.

Herman and Matilda knew the score, the dream continued until the sharp poke jab

On the timeline from past to future, present comes & goes on a Saturday night tab

Drinks watered down yet charged double during happy hour & the last calls' exits

Bar was open & then it shut down like an empty spigot on a Saturday joke of bits.

Marvelous and unexpectedly full of joy, it's like a magic spell was cast on all Evil

Ways and means all lead to the nirvana of each & every human's being, all too high

Standing or sitting, playing or swingin' to the drum & congo beats, a high note seal

Call them sharps and flats, chords that rupture the backbeat, into infinity's gadfly.

Present until it's all done past, gone far away from the place that used to be all good

Mama's belly to the crib to the bunk on ground of being's coffin and grave marks

This here is (your 1st & last name) Peter the Great, eater of gold while in the mood

Now, none but nihilistic ilk left, we graduated in sanity, all night long, a dog barks.

I've been wanted but not on a poster, only in utero, mama wanted me out of her all

Once I completed my mission from the grand illusion's climax, it was all up hill

Never saw that one comin' to the top as Sysyphus did, fade out about the rock load

Back down to the bottom to push it back up for Time is wasted, a Man's downfall.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin' to @TheEagles LIVE @BBC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_HRM55WmLQ?si=jQAaBRc-CXEKvcZi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheGoodOl'Days #BigSmo #UpInSmokeLowRider #CheechUndChong #Stones #Eagles #SmashMouth

WE ONLY GET WHAT WE GAVE 

TO THE GRAVE

In the beginning of Even Stephan, as it will always be in the future of the whirl

My significant other keeps the method of my madness at one, avoiding the swirl

Nothing stopping the full throttle acceleration of the diesel-powered A-Train trek

It's a world at present that honors the dirt & gold left after the Big Bang of a dick.

Absentee fathers have never been the accepted species' enhancer, they come n' go

From one end of the spectrum to another, all absentee padres had battleaxe madres

Not their personal fault, it's just the way balls bounced, to coin an unholy phrase

Talkin' about the Freedom & Revolution in this Time of consciousness' low blow.

Much ado about everything the sun shines upon, outside of the caves in the hills

You'll be happy or sad to know, philosophy of existence in a holy nutshell of shills

Beating congos and drums to the rhythm of the bass & guitars, marracas, my son

But also & not only this & that yet nevermore to be or not to be, a good question.

Drunk on feeling alive, to avoid the dead rhythm of the skin & bones is copacetic

As I am, so y'all are in conception's shock to a phantom cosmic, "The End" kick

You deserve nothing since you've made no deal with anyone but your kid inside

Your parents whether they knew it or not, were obligated & responsible but died.

Playing the game from the biginning to the end is the whole cosmic egg yolk

 Babies to the elders who've seen it all but forgot half of it all, like the kinfolk

All of the friends & enemies who knew you & forgot everything about you too

Love or just a passing feeling of sharing oneness trying to come alive to a fool.

Hung it all out to dry so the painting's colors blended together in the hut of bliss

Hundreds of shades of light & dark, to inhale & ingest with the rhythm & beats

Reprieve nothing close to an original advantage of being omnipotent, front seats

At a moving picture show, the play on the stage of a mind-game of that and this.

Fruits were the original sin, just sweet apples in the desert of creative demigods

To be or not to see, hear, smell, taste or touch the atomic storm of DNA hotrods

Talking inherited bull scat in unintelligible, symbolic reference to 5 senses' scat

Wise men took care of the ignorant with thinking that Life was too short & fat.

Playing the music, melodies and beats to face it head on, never on the backstroke

Never behind an eight-ball or left feeling poor, being unchosen, left behind a bloke

Whispering as if anyone knows what your hot air is blowin' but you can't stop it all

Dream is over before you'll even know that 'it' was all a figment of a Void's balls.

Calling you & yours out to the front of the altar of this sacrifice of scars & tattoos

What I mean by what I say is clear, you've been HAD, I was HAD, off the booze

Clear & presently never in danger again with my eyes wide-open to see behind me

Where I came from & where I'm goin' for me to know, you'll maybe find out free.

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Vendredi, August XIVth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @@ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell to expose the prime mover while jammin' to @Santana LIVE #Supernatural concert  https://youtu.be/UffLNP-s2xQ?si=5jHEIcmWaXlF79WO }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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"MY TOMES OF WORD," LINK above or below "what it is"

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AT ONE,

 MY BROTHER  AL

ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN  R.I.P.

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ZERO MINUS ZERO 

IS THE POINT

If and only if you know what you know, then & only then you'll know you know

Even it up at the final ending, the finale shows up regardless of the monkey-will

Only the 1st in the series of the whole set survives the final reckoning, only you

I saw that girl walkin' by after she got out of her motorcar, the @MGB was blue.

I knew what I knew, that was little or nothing, then I fell asleep for 45 years, gone

Sitting back for the recollection of the Time in Space, I forgot all of the good times

Glory Days for real, as they'll always be, but they always pass you by, it was all fun

Raining or sunny days all counted, we were gone, we came back for the party, hon!

Grandmas wouldn't know me, grandpas would disown me, they couldn't fathom it

One of their own off shoots from the DNA collaboration between Heaven & Earth

Love was one of the ways on the forked path, the other inconsolable, daddy's hate

One shot or 41 shots, nothing kills the living more than once in a bloody river fate.

God, divine intervention with the blood all out of the thing itself, no comeback chit

Skin full of the air and watered bones' meat, muscles & sinews, a banana to split

I forgot about it since that was your mantra, "Just forget about it!" then I got shot

Right through a worried man's heart, one to the head finalize a ride in a mud plot.

I believe what I don't know for certain, we're all gonna die, for food or ash in Urn

You know it, I know it, all of the dead knew it before the final curtain felt the burn

Mamas & papas gone back to Chicago & Cleveland, downtown turned dim-witted

Still, your cousins and distant relatives from the other 6 continents, undersea dead.

Bums & Junkies get the breaks because they know more than geniuses who mock

You're higher than most 24/7 since it's beyond your control, it's The Way you cope

If you don't want the last huff & puff comin' from your declined mental, THC dope

Filled in the blanks in your mind & body, psycho-gumbo to Louisiana's noose rope.

Under the yellow submarine that can't be fathomed, sightless & dancin' in the dark

Crips' blood & Bloods' crapshoot, for the cash & immunity from being you, a lark

Pills swallowed, serums injected from the Void-Matrix, keep you as honest as me

I rock & roll even when locked up & I'm dreamin' that Life is gonna go to the sea.

Knowledge and Wisdom taught to the minions, disregarded by the Evil left in Sin

Bygones will be & always were the forgotten rhythm & blues that we cheated In

Out is the only way to go away from breathing in & out, ingested home of the free

Out of control in that caravan you've immersed within, I blame gods, they're Me.

Holy beyond Mama Earth's deterioration, Galactic Pizza moves mouth to anal, sis

Putting a foot in front of the other, pole to pole & around the dirty circumference

Down to the center's mud, blood & beer, we edge toward Vallhalla's worldly bizz

Cocaine and the addiction you get, let's y'all bleed out with or without the dunce.

Brought a knife to a gunfight, all of my 12 moves, complete the matrix' so hard

Nothing will melt the carbonite, nobody knows what the Truth is, left One bard

To be or not to be, a question with the answer to come, when least expected, son

Believe blindly, you won't ever get it all back, Life from egg to corpse, good fun.

Imagine the launch away from Earth in a ship full of the gas to move or to blow

Escaping the gravitational collapse of this star, called Sun, for honey and Sonny

Fate already done gone, it's history of the hysteria, a divine squirt of seminal Ego

Weird or a copasetic event will begin, climax of the organ into a Cosmic Soupy.

Beasts of Burden carry the loads for the weak and lazy, it's the mortally sinning

Meaning that mortal is a sack of 208 bones, some lived & died, some never sang

Aborted by God or a female human, it's a happening of Magic tricks in a tophat

Pretty or ugly, it's a matter of taste with no shoes on our feet, we'll get misery-fat.

Bad smoke comin' in and out of your face, it's higher than the lowlights, neon too

Gaslighting your mother & father, brothers & sisters, walked for miles being blue

Can't share the Truth with any other souls, it's part of the deal, an Art gone rogue

Yound or old, lust comes in every form from liquid, to solid, to gas in a hot fugue.

Hum & feel the beats gone to the center of Earth, nothing else matters if it ever did

Need and want what is there, reality with eyes-wide-open is your karma's evil skid

Got down and went up higher than I was when my tattoos appeared in red & blue

I nearly believed all of the grotesque hype behind the liar's screed, now, I'm fly too.

It all grew out of the one-celled amoeba & paramecia which preserved a Big Bang

Inside of the impervious atmospheric pressure the ignition began, I drank the Tang

Forever and then another day of the grind, wobbling & revolving as a six-gun cock

Triggered before it's time, extinction was programmed into the RNA blues' block.

Fry the living and eat the hot, smokin' things themselves, gas for the ebb & flow

Wild things and tame, corraled monsters who just kill Life, to eat it with a wife

Shindigs or private parties get the most from the Illiyad & the Oddessy road kill

I wrote it, you read it, believe the deceit, this ain't an angel's dream, it's my will.

Not too blind to see it all in a New York minute, faster than the furiosity of God

Outran records of Time & Space, sucking and blowing the oxygen's original sin

It's the bite that hurts before the burden sets in, never notice you died in heaven

Needed it and wanted it but never got it, hence, death succumbs bread unleaven.

Mine is dark but full of the diamonds and dust, all there is in the Void's vacuum

Floyd may have been pink but the rockin' fire sucked up all the hot flames, son

Lookin' in the reflection of surface water, had an idea to mirror the fiberglasses

On the hunt, hungry and thirsty from dawn to dusk, dreaming I miss the passes.

Party line used & abused for no rational reason, no conclusion deduced in dust

Cosmic from the star called Sun, in empty Space, astronauts verified, it's unjust

Baked and eliminated with the verve of a hungry monster that haunts The Ends

Every one of the top cans of brains, goes dusty in the hoodoo of Homo Sapiens.

I know what you know & of course, you know nothing as I do, it's all academic

Whether you're 74 or 75 years older than the 1st day you saw this holy scat static

It's this way and the only way it can be, belief blind without proof, We Are One

Many move the world, more than the Many, One is the essence of substance, son.

Have I said too much?  Have you been edified for a moment, or will you die also?

Comprehended, yes?  Say no more, nothing else left over in the E=mC2 cold brew

My swing-shift is over, I heard the whistle blow, it's time for the graveyard crew

Words from A to Z manipulate the rolling stones to fall down to Hades' hell, bro.

Moody and all alone at the drive-in movie, sitting and watching the popcorn fall

Down the side of the seat, in back of the stick shift, 4 on the floor with a Hearst

Slick roads got me killed, my sled slid off of a dead man's curve, I was a fireball

Bottom of the valley, our night moves, lipstick on a pig, make-up on a corpse test.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST

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