Saturday, June 30, 2018
SENORITA, #ZORRO’S ORO JELLY
I used my sword when necessary for repelling the ocean’s bottom feeders’ pearls n’ gold
The way the savages and the elite high society part their dead-cell hair on their flat pates
It’s a shame that we didn’t see eye to eye when I had two behind the opaque shaded fold
Making the world a sight for the blind eyes that cannot comprehend the Light’s lovers’ dates.
Nothing and something are one and the same, a feeling of being there or not, a tasteless smell
Sounds of silence infinitely better than the noise of animation before the eyes of the gods’ hell
A place where only the earthbound are welcome for a while or forever, depending on a creed
Faith in a hope that may not even be a dream or smidgen of relation to reality of Man’s seed.
Probes into the outer spaces beyond the utter Void between stars and our sunny blown-hole
Whether you care a bit or a lot makes no difference, agreement and denial are of One’s soul
It moved and then suddenly everything moved, like a cue ball hittin’ a racks in billiard pools
I am not presenting an argument in favor of or in disagreement with the entire ship of fools.
Blind faith in a factoid that a mind within your confines, skin and bones, is free to be, is false
This presence of your fortunate occupation is an accident and luck of the draw, it’s the laws
I got somewhere to go if you don’t care to see my face and body around any longer, it is cool
So frigid that if you ever touch it again, it’ll crack into a million pieces, all One, the same tool.
Fear for life and fear of death move the ignorant and idealistic to the ultimate primate climax
In a state of orgasmic ecstasy the stupid suddenly eject the scum that moves mud and blood
In coded acid sequences, one form or another produces either a replica or a mutant of relax
I think that you thought you’d get some come up-pins from the deadness of the headed hood.
Alas, you think therefore you are or maybe you’re not, a True one can’t be two’s Cosmic stews
Wait a minute and just a second, lead all of the boys and girls in fully-disclosed, rolled stones
Into my sword n’ knives, plunge a place within sliced dreams of Man, gravity, wisdom’s bones
Crop cream, forms of matter, hogs, leather, lace of Eve-Adam’s good lovin’ 24/7 #FakeNews.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. June 29, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST
{ written while listenin’ to #UnforgettableSOULMusicOfTheSeventies on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7aa50dxmZPI }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, June 29, 2018
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
{ excerpt from the upcoming #FakeNewsYouNeedToKnow }
I THOUGHT SO, BASKETS N’ BALLS
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Beautiful day it is, just thinkin’ about why I ain’t drivin’ my new car around, windows down
I am rich, they pay me to pretend to be me, it’s hilarious but they don’t see what I see, clowns
Grown up way before my time, I’ve seen some things with these eyes that nobody’ll ever know
Boys and the nutty girls raised by crazy people before them, they all make it normal to blow.
Job to be done whether you like it or not, the cup will overflow with the liquid solids of the air
Earth, Fire and Wind put the revolution in perspective, nothing to do with politics’ west wind
It’s all a plethora of smoke and mirrors to burn down the trees to see the disappearing forests
Burned to a crisp, a lone spark that turns on the lowborn to clear the smoke of the fire’s ash.
Deep down in the well where the hydrogen and oxygen hide within the bowels, atoms excite
Merge matter, fusion’s key to turn on the burn, fission will sever the tie with a neutron byte
Protons and electrons, mindless on their own, they do not go their own way, oh boy, Rhianna
Without the fleet, without the wood, there is no Mac and still, a sound plays the song, a Tusk.
Father of mine and mother of few, not one or the many, my own, it’s all about red hot rods
After the smoke cleared and the fire was extinguished, I walked away and never looked back
You had to do what you had to do, though I didn’t understand, it’s written in white and black
Skin n’ bones lived in happiness like the rest of the morons’ in galactic coitus, damned gods
Suede’s dark whiteness and candy in zero-grave free-fall, a dream of being One with free Will
A stare from the third eye and a blink from the red eye, the animation becomes just a swill
Of the mice and men who drink the black jacks and red labels, drinkin’ the Earth Grain’s god
Runnin’ through mind and body, a thought of nothing at all, because I’m all gone, I’m a dog.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. June 27, 2018 Wednesday @ 3:11 AM PST
{ drafted behind the boathouse while listenin’ to EVE 6 TheFlys The Toadies #PossumKingdom & HITS on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/VyDc0THRVjI @ https://youtu.be/tG7NWCXRDtA & @ https://youtu.be/EkwD5rQ-_d4 }
{ THAT'S FORMALDEHYDE BALLS & STICKS } preservation, survival of the CORPSE!
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
FOR THE LOVE OF ZEUS, JESUS CHRIST & HOLY BUDDAH GHOSTS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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She was sent from the dad I never knew, he put half of me in a test tube and here’s what’s left
Ultraviolet Oldsmobile from the heart n’ soul that spawned me, sound system to die for, Def
My brothers and sisters, this is not a dream, this is reality, everything’s sense, micro and mac
DNA in cellular pontoons motorboatin’ in One temporal matrix, in the open, jump back Jack.
Chips off of the block in the city that housed the accidents of nature, an analyzed conception
From the A to the Z and permutations between the two, just before the Big Bang of the One
Miracle or causes of a natural beach above the liquid side effect of divine tears from heaven
Cotton pick and corn pick, strawberry and cherry pick, 1st pick, 1st round, back to the Sun.
Revolve, orbit, wobble, follow the Way of angular singularity, black hole of an atomic genome
Not a lick of sense or a sip of water where there is nothing but the dead and gone, man drone
On the way to the place in space where the beginning meets the end ad infinitum, maybe not
Maybe it’s just a matter of blind faith in the unbelievable, unnatural, supernatural god robot.
Praying you’re right because if you’re wrong and I’m right, then woe betide you, ready to rock
If you ain’t prepared like Boy Scouts of America, you will cave under the pressure of nomads
They come out of nowhere because they are the production of zero-IQ, a drone to be, human
No free will and not responsible for the actions required without question, just Be A Man!
Completely without any burning hydrogen, oxygen, the water on Earth evaporates in Space
Time simply, a movement of bodies from one space to another, #ticktock of imaginary pace
Gone to class, learned the language, the culture of the living, God’s like, drivin’ pickup trucks
Out of mind’s inner thoughts of the impeccable things, we’re there in graves, buried, it sucks!
No leg to stand on anymore, cell phones don’t hold water, specious as an empty SIM card
Number one, to be fair, you’re an imperfect, incomplete organic accident of nature, sinner fall
Assuming that’s true then anything goes, Earth’s elliptical movement is divinity’s DNA retard
In and of itself, continuity of life’s a necessary condition, get in my purple car now, that’s All.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. June 26, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to #Pontoon Little Big Town trio mix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V0O0nzkESTI & Cheech and Chong best ever HITS/CLIPS link @ https://youtu.be/uaAna6HQ4bs & more #HITS @ https://youtu.be/z08zZ1xW9Yw }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, June 25, 2018
Sunday, June 24, 2018
STONE’S EMPTY, YOU MINUS ME
Just before the final blast of Time and Space hit the bay, I saw the Flash that ended the day
Night came without streetlights, without skyline glow and without the cell life as we knew it
Still got the wheels to roll but I ain’t there anymore, to drive it crazy, to and fro, what’d I say
Some monsters of men killed all of the DNA and nothing moves the acid trip into God’s spit.
Bringing all you have to the table, that’s nothing at all, you’ve got neither health nor wealth
If you breathe you’ve got all you can get, it’s never easy when you’ve got to beg to be in a race
Without a house or a home, no corner or anyplace to relax for a moment, to reflect on death
Not because of a desire but of a need to know why life exists down here, in outer-inner space.
So, mom and pop dump you and I without notice other than a “Get out of my house!” echo
Then and only then you become a man or a woman, lost in space without a rudder, in a hole
White Hole brighter than the Black Hole but only because it doesn’t suck the graves clean
Of men and their bones left to melt or rot, in a bushel or a peck without spirit, with no soul.
Calculate a million from a million, subtract the whole from the whole and you become Holy
It’s what we all came here in these forms to do, figure out what this is, this life of soul folly
Putting in and taking out all that you were given, all that you had until there was nothing left
A thing itself, these people, US and THEM see the final green flash, we’re stone-blind n’ deaf.
We’ve borders in four corners of the world, north and south of the equator, on the seven seas
To keep out the killers of the politics, there are warriors and walls to stop or kill the invaders
In a divine mover’s mind, the body of the anima is sacrosanct, Hollywood star in syncopation
Persons and places gone and silence is the last god left to justify a slow ride to reverse No sin.
by
r j j stephan, i { Beware of a #GreenFlash at the event horizon, if you see it, it’s too late! }
c. June 24, 2018 @ 5:30 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to the divine mind-numbing, “Beautiful Piano Music 24/7” link @ https://youtu.be/y7e-GC6oGhg }
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