#Zeitgeist Kicked In The Cabasa With No Warning Alive or not, I shall return! SANTANA & SKYNYRD & STAPLETON & WAR @KipMoore

NOW & THEN WHEN IT'S LATER THAN YOU'D THINK

Now and then you'd say if you can't recall or your dream has ended the game

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, fireflies & mosquitos that all get the trash name

On every occasion, from the origin to the finale, it all ends in a Singularity low

Deep within the Void, where I am & you'll someday be, watch a mind, you bow.

Pray or curse, you're the judge & the jury, you're guilty of the petty crime pill

Swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker with a gulp, caught in the crossfire

As above, so below, it was & is what this will always be, astronauts' roadkill

Not only because the creator loves the creation, but also, just for the fire's Hell.

Named and categorized as the substance, the full monty of the devil's food cake

I ate a piece, I gagged on the chocolate and vanilla, frosted sugar was really fake

Gold and silver mines are all that's left of the lead and slag of the holy mines' roll

A big bang's leftover mother of all bombs, a planetary monopoly of a holier soul.

Prisoners of war trippin' in and out of the portal, Time's & Space's ilk, mama milk

Hit you right where it hurts, I chose transformation & y'all chose neglect and silk

Performance on a world stage, conception to annhilation of self or all others frown

Who breathe the gas in & out of their groovy lungs, to huff, puff & blow it down.

Whether you've been alive & died or you've never been conceived or still born

In every single case there are no exceptions to the rules, kings & queens die too

Eating a mouse or dying like a rat, either way, the bait's in the trap, blow a horn

Vermin & human existence is a direct result of random recombinant DNA, blue.

Loving it or hating it, either way you'll fly higher than the stratosphere, the finale

Stage empties, the curtains fall & there's no encore, drop the 'mic' & y'all will see

SuperIntelligence, it ain't artificial, it's the way that's narrow & full of the dead air

Bloody or not, the End of artificial intelligence, artificial news, nobody will care.

Simulating the stimulation of the nervous system, the dead people are 208 bones

Each and every one of the boys and girls, rich or poor, mortals with the i-phones

Tough as nails that secure the wood & plastic we've gleaned off the dirty planet

We all know & will all discover, the memory of you & I are phantom's god-ette.

Punks and junkies resulted from the good, the bad & of course the ugly as a sin

To whom it may concern, scan your head and annhilate the growth of my kin

Folks who do nothing are related to the folks who do everything for The Wraith

Question everything to discover naked zeroes, the void keeps the unknown safe.

I have your gods locked up in the sanctuary, within the chalice of bloody wine

You & I as ignorant as Adam & Eve if there ever were such beings, so I'm told

Freedom and slavery merely the tones of existence while the planet spins fine

Wobbles and revolves, germs and invisible spirits in the whole shebang's fold.

Last yank of air into your lungs, can't be retained for a minute or ten seconds

They infuse the cadaver with the formaldyhyde & expect comments of the sons

Daughters' mothers get excited for the species' survival, it's the ticket to paradise

I have two, you have none, you want mine, I won't give up the ghost, Surprised!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-29-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted in effigy, the tumor has left the room, silencio!  In one ear & out of the other, The Game has begun & it will roll over while jammin' to the BEST of Lynyrd Skynrd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OnvyizaG6aE?si=TIyTaDWbjeNQcUwI }

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GUILTY OF THE CRIME, AS CHARGED! HIATUS OVER, BRAINSCAN ANOMALY ADDRESSED! #TheBoss @Springsteen

LOVE WORD, SCRIBBLE

ALL ONE LINERS

If you don't care, then you don't give a hoot, a wise, old owl might echo ultrasound

Symptomatic of a highest aneurysm spent time ridin' the surf's head shakin' around

Knowledge of the wisdom you can find nowhere written or said to the cryptic ones

Secrets in code or at least hookin' the hungry for the Truth, a reason for being sons.

Of the Mothers we all came from, loved babies & orphaned & the undertaken fetus

Dead and aborted before the end of life spent until 93 more or less, in a stupor bus

It transported the bones from points A to B, at will and in the way of the adept ones

Not the many but a fortunate few, sons & daughters of the karmic debt in solvency.

Among the ones who breathe in and out of the smokey mirrors of the clicked heels

Every single one was not here before the Big Bang, won't be here at climax deals

Alive or dead, it's just feeling as good as a human egg can feel, nods that all's good

No evil is "live" spelled in reverse, there now, now young kid stayin' alive for food.

Last supper and a rising from the corpse that lies dead on a pyre or in a casket case

It will all be released upon an innard relax, better to starve a week prior to decease

Grieve nothing, dreams came & disappeared into thin air, but why, tell me on pace

If there ain't a Truth about Life on Earth other than blind faith & physics' cosmics.

Be honest that you don't know yet you make a judgement on the nature of the Truth

Premises assumed, conclusions induce-deduce a badaboom, here we are forsooth

Instant creation out of nothing, out of nowhere in Space, above or below the stones

Kidding nobody, last breath sucked, retained & then corpus dillecti skull & bones.

Rhyming whichever rhythm comes with the beat that goes on, with or without you

Without me, my words remain still awaiting the typed ions in the magic, wild blue

Above and beyond, above and below, above it all there's neither more nor less of it

Y'all swallow, force is gravitationally the weight you & I carry, 16 tons of the s#it.

Morally & ethically born in sin, original for the great grandparents blessed my soul

Bones and organs I retain inside the skin & bones of the mothers & freakazoid hose

Divine monkeys roaming the plains & jungles left over from the endzone of a Hole

Safety for two points, field goal for three, TD for six, if a six was a nine rigamarol.

God gone into the back room of the front room, the living room or dining room etal

Simple minded and conceived by a divine accident of random collisions of gas, pal

What did you think you'd find, looked for your purpose for being here at a birth

A jewel that sparkles like the stars in the black void sky at night, seen from Earth.

Wind and the leaking sky that can't get rid of the H2O down below or bottoms up

Bones evolved from the rocks and the waves rolls upon the shifting sand, giddyup

Mud, muscle, blood, skin & bones, mind weak as the creators eggs & spermatazoa

Fiddle around with a deep-mix of zygotic matter, end saga, finale to the protozoa.

Guns and bows and arrows, spears and rocks to be chucked, thrown in our faces

Bumped off before our time, horror is that you get killed, like it or not, all races

Color of the skin matters as much as a byte of data from the matrix, girls to scout

All stars burning due to a Big Bang's heat & melted dreams, spaced out, time out.

Protagonist and antagonist to duel to the death, love for the beauty & beast place

Here and now, presence in the present that flies to the past as quick as future's face

Hell and heaven, mud and muscle and blood, skin and bone, a back way too strong

Carry on for the dead ancestral descendants, stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

Honeycomb full of the sweetness like two lips, ready to make more of the high life

Likewise that everything & anything is combined into this whole shebang, my wife

Love her, lover here, there & everywhere, hank of hair piece of bone, God's thanks

For being the greater of the grandsons, promise to forgive without bankrupt banks.

Pronto or just procrastinate as your post-graduate degree, pHd in west philosophy

Better or worse, simulated reality is as good as the thing that's reality's big trophy

Far out past the Singularity down to the vacuum-cleaned infospace, by jove, I see

Final ending, fading to black, light unseen & sound unheard, roamin' for the Party.

Huffing and puffing, the sack of dirty laundry is the evidence to convict the perp

Known to be the last one to know the whole truth and nothing but that gas burp

Intelligence of chipmonks and squirrels droppin' nuts & burying a tweeing bird

Spent fool's gold on the most valuable thing mankind calls treasure, tweet Word.

Walks in the woods were what I used to do when the Eagles tweeted the songs

Precious time in Space, aftermath of the birth and death, after makin' the loves

Create the modus operandi of the skies so blue, outerspace so black, lit bongs

Lasted as long as we could, disease & accident in the future, listen to my songs!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX- XXVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked this turtle dove out of the nest while loopin' on #TheEagles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dpWunfWaOSA?si=KqbHzji3Ru-qKne8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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SINGULARITY

thesis

Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now

We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so

Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty

Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.

Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size

Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies

Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free

Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.

Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back

Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black

Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it

Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.

How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl?  None

I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's

WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king

For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.

Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry

Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain

Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all

What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.

Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion

Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn

Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing

Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.

Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence

Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense

Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable

Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.

As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one

There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son

It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched

Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.

Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full

Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll

What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap

Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.

Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way

Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay

For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity

What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}

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