@MaryWells #TalkToMe #Funkadelic @PRINCE @ChrisCornell

TAKE A NOTE UNDERGROUND, A BEAST'S DEEP-DIVE-DNA BLUES
 

Movies silent & talkies recollect memories of the genome, muscle-bound specimens of man's kind
Fair and reasonable using syllogistic logic passed on from the wine vines of Greece to China, fine
Opinions are like the exit wounds of animals who must refuse the useless things themselves, food
Dead things used to be alive for a spell, shorter than our own magic spell, we transform the hood.

It's not any type of misunderstanding to know that you and I descended from the chimps & apes
Check out how babies learn from their elders, you see what I mean?  Yet, I digress to pull vapes
Top of the pile, cream of the crop, alpha male of humanity masks up to prevent virus-infected air
There are geniuses & then there are blithering idiots & hopelessly compliant morons, that's fair.

Here in Space, now at this Time, today, yesterday or tomorrow even zygotes learn how to fly high
The reason for the mitotic divide of the DNA gene pool, merger with the Other, make One of two
Low blows for Big Dipper, although my forefathers are dead, burned, lost. buried under deep blue
Gods and dogs got to observe Reality & comply with categorical imperatives' facemasks, now die!

Original infraction of the only law that counts, stay alive as long as you can, stay healthy and fit
For that reason only, there is nothing at all after your breath fails to help your heart beat the chit
From the ground, under it and above it, above and below, it's One, it's the same thing of Mama
Earth, she spins and wobbles, orbits the One, the star 93 million miles away from me, I am Papa!

Torn away from the source by the blow to the brain, mental flossed until clarity rocked the block
Reason for the dream, for this somnambolistic event between your ears, it's all deep in your chit
Playing the game of ignorance for the sake of feeling better about the facts of life, You & I are It
Fundamentally changing your next day & years to come, my girls, my guys, get ready, go, TicToc.

Honors for a candid deception, given inheritance for getting lucky one night, down with my flaps
It ain't my fault for pointing out the Truth as it appears to my senses, trained by professor priests
All of the wise men looked for a being to save this planet from certain doom, the gravity collapse
Dice merged into One, die of a snake eye, Nothing but a #FakeNews touchdown, gods are beasts!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Freezember 5th, 2020 Anno Domini
{  Drafted while listenin' to my wife CYBER-whisper, echoing in my ear, #MyGuy by @MaryWells link @ https://youtu.be/2-0zdLN3u8Q }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EverythingAintAnything #JustWait #GoDownToTheHonkyTonk #GetWhatYouGive

MUSIC IS INSIDE OF ME, EXTINCTION'S WAY, ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GOT IT!

People are the group of things from the species self-named humanely, oh my, it's way too human
Fraud is merely the lying liars who tell the truth and then lie from L.A. to fake Molochian UNIran
Suitcases full of voters' ballots' silver bells & golden smiles from God #harvesters river watergates
Paid to sort the US mail and harvest the ballots to vote for the demonic hipster Love obliterates.

Funk of the ancestors carried on deep inside of your mind and body, a holy soul is way too fine
Nothing there and nothing to survive the heartbeat and lucky breath you breathe God in & out
Cause of the first of the species?  Create a myth and repeat it often to the young about to whine
Head to foot, conception to extinction, who knew you were going to use your head's old mind.

Ennui for everyone who remains #Woke, self-realization that you've become an idiotic moron too
It's not your faults, you've been groomed for missing links to the puzzle of mankind, whoville guy
A train on tracks going around in a loop and out to the edge of the city parks, to common ground
Cemeteries with the dead bones in boxes and ashes in urns, all for the living tribes of rock sound.

No sound to noise to no sound, nothing in sight to everything in the light back to Nothing's blight
All of it is all you will ever get today, same as yesterday or last year and tomorrow is a good fight
Saved supermen and wonderwomen of the moment, Time and Space before me, it's random flack
Pretty women walkin' down the street waitin' to be noticed by a friend who will watch their back.

That's enough of that there, this here is all that's left to relate to strangers, random whale sperm
Fortune is deep in the mirror, it is the Look, if you get that Look, you know you're an earthworm
Please show me the soul that fits in your shoes, hats and gloves, your eyes blinded a grim reaper
Of men's asphalt and pavement mixture of H2O gas and earthen rock smithereens, a dirty lover.

Thoughts are vacant once the essence is found to precede the existence of gods & yes, y'all too
Look upward from evidence in urn or sealed casket, eyes wide open, mouth agape, China bat flu
Reality scum's done, your history's known by none & you've nothing left, let's just forget about it
Moronic, conclusion from induction and deduction premises assumed to be valid, you're an Idiot!

I'm goin' to the beach, to the sand on the gold coast & I'm gonna sit & watch, turn into hasbeens
It's no bay, it's the actual ocean of H2O that pirate and war ships crashed & sunken deep sea pits
Ignorance of knowledge & wisdom, calculus & science released the hounddog reward of biscuits
Charmed by the food for hunger, obedience is fostered by ignorance & deception's chess queens.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, FREEZEMBER 4TH, 2020 Anno Domini @ 07:00 AM PST
{  Drafted while listenin' to rational thought of @TheMarkLevinShow, not wearing any mask & jammin' to 100 million-view @NewRadicals #YouGetWhatYouGive #DreamersDisease in an infinite loop on link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE  & LISTENIN' to @RoyOrbison #AnythingYouWantYouGotItBaby link @ https://youtu.be/TYQzIw0zat0 & #PrettyWoman link @ https://youtu.be/_PLq0_7k1jk }

FINIS

 W.W.A.R.D.?

@CarlosSantana #Devadip #GatoRocks #CheckMateRules

 

ON BEING BRIDES' CATS IN AUGUST'S LAST BUD TRIM, CHESS RULES!

*

By the ways and means of the mouse and the man, there are burrowed in a holy, rotten core

Worms, bacterial and viral infections carrying the good, the bad and ugly to sons of a whore

Common criminals and very sophisticated data streams from the #Hashtag common ground

Mixed into the diluted pollution from the dead pools of refused waste of the genome sound.

 

In the calculus and the philosophy of psychosomatic karma, trauma inflicted on the psyche ticks

Punks and elite intelligencia mounting the extinction of the species, trying to copulate for kicks

Mundane and occult wisdom and knowledge will kill you in the end, you get nothing returned

Dissolved into the essence of an idea, my dream has neither blackmail nor black market dread.

 

Near the ocean, on the path to the ocean's edge, the white sand beach of calm before a storm

Minds are unmoved movers, before and after this fiasco full of holly and holy days of fake doom

Orphaned or raised to adulthood by the most well-adjusted & enculturated, too sweet nothings

At the finish line, it's all about hiding dead skin & bones' human kindness, 'Oh solo mio,' IT sings.

 

Born to be innocent and untrained orphans without mothers or fathers to govern crown egg yolks

Groom boys' girls to be exactly like their elders that they observe both at home & in fool's schools

On the path, on the left, the right or right up the middle Way, the point of no return creates folks

Dodging the balls, hitting them, rolling them, catching them, kicking them because they're tools.

 

Monsters and genies who want to both scare the innocent & timid but also want to entertain God

Kids & parents, all of the dead ancestors and the yet to be conceived descendants are good to Go

Features of creatures being created & nearly certain will be destroyed, naturally without purpose

Purpose of the crease in your trousers is unknown but the one in your mind is sacrosanct refuse.

 

Knowing about Nothing and the rest of the things creation from the atomic matter of mortality

Coming into the destruction of the molecules' electrons, neutrons and protons, annihilation rust

Outside of the disease of the DNA, there's nothing outside this atmosphere, Mr Spaceman dust

Suffering your mother's dropping you to the ground, choking you to death smokin' angelic rust.

 

Do not beware of the unknown since everything is unknown, nobody can beware of everything

On the other hand, one ought to strive for that ideal, to expose the unknown for minions to sing

Apparently all of the stimuli disappear with the last heartbeat, before or after Christmas holiday

If everything depends on God becoming all too human, then I'll checkmate the sacred, holy play.

 

Morons just the ilk of the pretenders and leaders and followers who have Nothing, just like a star

It contracts and expands the form, eventually attaining immortality through the Singularity's roar

Stretching you from five or six feet into infinite play dough, what you and I are, or what we're not

Punks on a beach looking for whale regurgitation, essence of musk attracting psycho DNA inkblot.

 

On 3 December, the walls close in, the ceiling and floor begin retracting into the rubic cube of Pi

3.141414 ad infinitum find no other constant among the variables, divided, multiplied the high

Keeping your attention on the prize at the end of your personal, conscious awareness yet I digress

Sustaining the animation through matter recycling is all there is, rule of cats, lioness' and tigress'.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Freezember 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:33 AMPST

{ Jammed the cats off of the fence this AM inspiration from the #VOID, & listenin' to @Santana #LetMe & HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/sReUc9lb7Wk }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

W T F ? OVER & OVER? #WhereIsTheClinic #AbortAbortAbort

IT CAN'T BE THIS EASY MAN, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! AW, HELLNAW! #EXTINCTIONgun

Moving from the alpha to the omega in a clean sweep, four in a cannery row, whatever it takes

To be too human that the probability is higher than the stratosphere above polluted, dirty skies

Not only am I as low as anybody can go, I'm higher than Franklin's kite ever got, a #hotSlit key

Monkeys just mankind 'fore they contemplated the nativity of their baby kin, soundbyte to see!

 

It's one thing to be ignorant because you haven't been turned on to the Truth, y'all be chickens?

Thank you every time I wink in your direction, coming out here and now to the theres and thens

I thought about this a minute before I wrote it all down on cyberspace paper in twilight zones

Amazed by the innocence and subway burial crypts for the rotten flesh & bone's bloody moans.

 

Help yelled, prayin' to powers that never were and will never be, It's All that I am, I'm so fine

To the hell below from down in the valleys and up on the highest mountains, Rockies to Alpines

Dreaming of being alive, form of man, a human being made out of the remnants of burned dirt

All you, everything matters to the living and dying, it's All Nothing That Sparks Joy! It don't hurt!

 

No business to be here longer than the sufficient time it takes to make "X" that marks my spot

Where I was for a New York minute, seven continent rumble from a womb to a street mobster

Had it made in the shade, blessings from nowhere we comin' down like rain in a hot desert

Souls of the Many broken pieces of One, rollin' blunts for babies & kin, existence precedes dirt.

 

Now fire up that thang and do not even think about being the Bogart, don't leave your trash out

Uptown & downtown, in or out of the country from a civilized to the wild jungle of the route

Puns and wise-arse preachin' from a pulpit, sermons meanin' little or nothin' to nearly every kid

We knew who The Kid was from the get-go, alright to forget, #HellToTheNo, God's got CoVid!

 

Blood ran from the first conception, sparked by joyful Nothing cries of a symphony, pop a Void

Grown from microscopic essence to existence. animated rivers & rocks, fish swim It to avoid

We'll be lookin' to pull them out and eat them with the grain and bread we mixed from a weed

Healed the wound that never happened in the first place, all a daymare at night, God-DNA seed.

 

Sheer viral expression of a calculated perennial conundrum, WTF happens if you croak?

On clouds in heaven? Come on man! Meeting dead folks you descended from, hilarious joke

Montage of relic things you said & did make no difference to the journey down a real, Holy One

It's about compression & depression expression, fission's fusion is dago red wine & my .44 gun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, December 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0830 hours PST

{ Drafted jammin' to @RevBullwinkle in a loop's #TwilightZone, ad infinitum on youTube link

@ https://youtu.be/8QxIIz1yEsA }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Muchachas & #Muchachos #ViaConDios #TrabajoDaNada @ZacBrownBand #SitASpell @CarlosSantana

#ViaConDiosBeaudacious

PRINT THE WRITTEN WORD UP/DOWN #Contraindicated

 

A man and a woman walk through the fire and either become molten or tube vaporized

Once I come clean with the goods and the evils, the Will of Power I am, naked, exposed

Not one or two men in a row boat on a slow, lazy river's old mill stream's emptied space

Timing is everything to me and the rest of the milieu which moves too humane of a face.

 

Moments of the sporting First Mover, First Cause of the Thing Itself are all dead and all gone

All of the many are left with their skin and bones elixir to comfort the savage beast, 1 & done

Knowing that extinction is immanent not only for your species but also for a spark of joy's sin

Ghost in the machine that appears to move on it's own with or without you, it's undertaken.

 

In the alphabet, there is an order from A through Z and an arrangement of intelligence's Con

An easy job of doing whatever comes to an empty mind without any reason for being a One

Seventh son or only daughter, lobster sedation with cannabis before death by eating It alive

What this means is nothing more than it dead a moment ago, DO NOT EAT dead-life, thrive!

 

In 2020 Anno Domini, millions of babies are born to be Corona or 'H-ONE' all particular, son

Dream of your living ideas on the moon and in your united states of amnesia, oh Washington!

It ain't my fault, I'd do what I could but it would be a waste of my precious Time in Space, UM

All I can say and write down on a cyber-space emptiness is this here and that there, oh & OM.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Greezember 1, 2020 Anno Domini @ 06:06 AMPST

{ Jammed this out before the @Armstrong_GettyShow on @KSTE-AM Cosmos-Wide Radio, #MarconiAward volunteer @ link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.

#DeletedRecreatedDeletedAdInfinitum #WomenWineAndSong #YoullNeverMakeASaintOfMeEither

BITTER JUSTICE FROM CATEGORIES OF IMPERATIVES, A WALTZ BECOMES YOU

Of course you never know anything at all but you've been trained to beware of all else

No need to fill in the blanks because the buss is all about the hive from orphan hells'

Rollin' on the streets of Chicago, idiot kid in pop's car with some fatal disease to be me

Halted in the middle of the trip, reported to the sheriff and the local constabulary bells.

1969 dead of dumb ass and on the way to the purgatory of the happiness disease, bein' me

It feels pretty good and I don't want to be anybody else, anything I do is far out and OK see?

Figured it all out the day I nearly died in the frozen cold of the mother Earth, I love so much

From inside of my heart there sparked a Will to Survive the frozen tundra, a miracle of lunch.

OUT of the instant manna that fell from heaven, I lied to me and told myself everything's alright

That I'd never give up without a fight, food stamps and welfare, bring them on, child support bone

Never could and never will be like it was before, not for a little while past this moment, I'm gone

Saturday to Sunday, 52 weeks every year, I've got 24 hours to defend my back, I got this fight!

Day before I die, a little bird will whisper in my ear that it's all almost over for me, it's so crazy

How I got so lucky I don't know but everyone else I've ever associated by the word of a l'il birdy

Paperbacks and paperbags full fo the empty dreams and the holy crap lead of idiots mournin' me

When I don't deserve a second thought as proved by checking back in a hundred years, oh Mama!

Lower than the flow can go, beyond the livers and kidneys animated DNA, there is no reason for it

Humanity and divinity in no struggle at all other than a mask to hide behind the gloom and doom fit

Al of the people, all of the time they are graced with to be alive in this empty Void, God's robodog

Utter uselessness without purpose, from mitotic, random collision to decrepit demise, I am all agog!

You can keep the Adam's apple, longknife tale from the crypt of Eve's #BellyOfTheBeast, that I am

Showtime for the hidden, occult magic passed on in the darkness, where wild horses fear to roam

Monkeys and apes have no problem with the danger they don't see or feel due to the extinction gene

Amazing turkeys and chickens and the leftover bones for the cheaters in the bayou of gypsy memes.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Blovember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini

{  Cogenerated (TWICE) with hyperbole of incompetence and it's necessary condition for species extinction, predicted by the sufficient evidence inspired by #WildHorses by @RollingStones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UFLJF17ws_0  }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YoureNotNormalRich means I'm glad I'm not you but you you should be like me! Like, wow man! #WTF knew? #GTFOffMyCloud

FOREVER IS LONGER THAN LOVERS THOUGHT

Once awakened by the firing of neurons during the alpha-beta-cappa state of being unconscious

Full moon arose as if it was always there but I was not, I moved but the moon stayed above US

Not only this one moon but all of the moons that come and go, all too mortal, we flip you the bird

This creature feature could be worse than Romeo and Juliette, not just a stage play of The Word.

Milk from the goats and cows and your mothers, if you got the first teat or never did, someone did

Now and then, here and now, there and then takes care of three dimensions of Space out of Time

After the effect of One heart and brain failing to respond to stimuli of Presence-formed matter

Inside the First Cause of the first movement, exploding atom of Hydrogen or just gods got higher.

So, this is why the friars and priests tried to stop the questions about why and how you know it all

Blind faith of the poor and the lonely will get you favors, free food, free shelter, free love & a bawl

So you can spread your wings among the flock and be a part of the many who believe a want's a need

It ain't, life is an avoidance of pain and suffering until your last breath, alive for the sensation to breed.

Duplicating the copies of the real thing for fictional reasons, logical arguments to remain ignorant

False narratives leading to #FakeNews and the story that can NEVER be corroborated even to you

A reasonable man or woman, deduces the identical conclusions if assuming the Truth is proved true

I know nothing more or less than anyone else, I can read, nobody wrote it down, it's a mystery too!

Play around on the stage and see if you get the same impression, maybe you won't so let me know

Manana or the next, I will wait until you get jiggy with the amigos who know less than I do, monks

Cutting to the chase, in the library just pick the last book under the Z's, fall asleep there to dream on

Ending's an inevitable finale worth waiting for amigos, foes, ancestors go, hear my heart drummin'!

I run the shows on the continental shelves and then I fade away into the darkness to search for a star

Where the light is, that's where I want to be, where it's warm and I can exist, to be alive I love by far

Nothing bad about being a corpse or a lost soul without a body roaming in the ether, it's not for me

It appears that My Way is the only way I will be, it's in the DNA, mine, for you it's not, I'm so sorry.

Yet, to comprehend that it's not over until it's really all over, you have a micro-chance at change

All Matter and Form are this, Man you know Woman, Woman you know Man!  Come on Man!

Function of calculus in trigonometric inequality with the Milky Way, laugh, bulls-eye Singularity

Now you know Nothing, more than you got laid down before today, "Now go forth young lady!"

Been a starter on the bench, been a bench player on the starting eleven, game on, it's over when it is

Board of squares in and out of the bounds of reason and logic, remaining sane while being insane

Day after day for the finite moments allotted either for a purpose or none at all, just random jazz

Miracle that we even got conceived much less live to be a hundred or three, heaven got #Grass?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Blowvember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void for an hour and a minute, while listenin' to @TheRollingStones concert link @ https://youtu.be/crcS0rg1OJM }

<3 <3 <3

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

PUNKS, GENII & THE ONE I WAS, AM & WILL BE IN PERPETUITY! #BOOMoutGOtheLights @PatTravers @RareEarthBand #MA #WhoIsGog @LosLonelyBoys @EricChurch @Santana @BBKing

WORST DEATH EVER, DON'T JUMP!

Monks and genii provide the matrix for the acts that move toward inevitable, fake wig hair

Always was and will be the only thing that is, itself everything, so, not a thing in particular

Amazing and less than final, the End is when the curtain falls and I turn into a holy wraith

Then eyes wide open without seeing anything should be the leftover con of a blinded faith.

To believe in what the pious and enculturated members of the whole shebang sing & shout

That's right to be or not to be on the left or in the nucleus' tabernacle of the Void, girl scout

I mean the cookies, not the actual little sisters & now mothers who raised us know the score

We came swaddled in terrycloth to be blinded by spotlights and hot incubator intel simulator.

That is what I know, not much, little more than nothing at all but it could be worse, in spades

Fat Violet used us all from the day we got let loose from the schools' professorial nuns' fade

Teaching us that we're all animals but we pretend we're not, just means we're animate the gown

Of bones and muscles keepin' the wisdom and knowledge to lie like a rug until you lay down.

Jerkin' the chains gettin' some Lincolns and Benjamins to let them take a fifth while slam One

A fifth or more every week and my liver started being a place for the pain and suffering of fun

In the dream when the gorillas mobbed your front and back doors, you screamed for your pops

He came in thinking I was being kidnapped by the bogeyman, it was only my imaginary props.

Mobs rule the yard sticks for miles of piles that used to stank, a wet @Pampers baby food scam

Changing the pampered hind ends as if it's my job, everybody avoided the scent of holy stinkers

Bread brought home from the blood, sweat and tears that flowed down from volcanic eruptors

In and out of the drop zone of misery, with or without you being the form of the matter, I Am.

Finally a reprieve at a musical orchestration of the minutia in and out of my head, out your mind

Minced meat and the things that make up the minions who live in dark caves' artificial stop sign

Apes mimicking the party and the ending of the beginning, just before the fall to sleep, I'll sing

Shining the shoes in the corner bar for a few pennies, a nickel, a dime or a buck, not my thing.

Morphed the 208 bones into the ash thrown into the sea with the rest of the liquid gas, God H2O

Where we come from and without which we don't have a clue how to survive, empty space's hole

Nobody goes there and if they do, there's no reincarnation to come back, it's One and you're done

Frontman and the backup keep it all in the middle where the love and glory pretend, This is fun!

Remember what your mama told you to do when you meet stranger?  Run fast, run deep patterns

Only the physical, mental & the psychic, can roll the rocks around in the dark without lanterns

Random collisions for no reason at all other than just because, it thinks y'all are so very pretty

Not only is this a valid deductive argument but also it is the Truth, if and only if you're chitty.

Pure silk and emptiness in a Big Idea, slips the Superego and the Id into up-down Time in Space

On the surface, in the air or underground down to the core, the center of all there is, mom's face

All the baby can see is mama, all mama can do is hope the baby will grow up and go far away

From the danger that awaits around every bend of the road, every corner of a block's gangway.

At night, darkness rules the brave and the bold who hide behind locked doors and bolted windows

Mighty bold when you think someone's got your back until you find out the Truth, to be or not be

Grown older than a hundred trips around the sun and the younger ones have all been dead and gone

All alone in the dream's conflagration, talkin' about somebody who doesn't care 'bout a new i-phone.

On the points where the sharp one's will jab you until you cut them off, you need them to conclude

That premises of any argument are mere assumptions & not absolutely true beyond logic's doubt, um

One more chance, just one more and that will be all this time, it's the End of the millennia, #GetBack

Shots fired without cannons or rifles, dead in a dream's kaboom!  All agog, my head's like All Black.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Sunday, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 PM PST

{  Drafted while listenin' to @EricChurch #HITS on youTube links it up @ https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LesEnfants #AlphaMale #OmegaFemale & #MOI #GetReady #TheShadowKnows #ProfessoriVoidTank #DeadHeading

SHADOWS ARE NOT STAINS IN YOUR DREAM, YOU'RE THE SHADOW

Knowing that it's always just a kiss and a shout away from my presence, well it's shelter comfort

Feeling safe and secure in the darkness with your back up against a rock wall, fire too hot to abort

Keeping the light hot and bright to keep the idiots and morons who fear the Fire, fear of the One

Pumping the oil, the black gold up out of the grounded stardust, the chafe of the second, holy sun.

Midnight or high noon, going from the center of nothing to the outer edge of everything, it's so good

You couldn't imagine this in your wildest dreams, you know the thing, where you fear your pretension

Don't even want to think about it, can't entertain the notion, the category is complex, simple minded

Now I'm going out on a bamboo limb, away from my home, my house, my security, gonna be so dead.

I really prefer to live forever, to be or not to be immortal?  I choose the immortal, to be the Black Hole

Deeper than the Singularity that can't be imagined, a stretch of the imagination shrinking into one soul

Moms & dads didn't know, their parents never told them because they'd no idea either, rays of a gamma

My mother's mother used to tell me that "Monkeys see & monkeys do!"  Quote me, "love yo' gramma!"

Function of the calculus is the answer to the philosophical and mathematical conundrum of why I am

Not that I exist but WHY did I get this chance to be conscious, here and now for a spell, a magic One

I don't know how this was conjured up, magic cauldron mixed into this concoction of the royal scam

Everybody but me was in on it and everybody's got to go when I do, it's ain't my fault, it's God's damn.

Steel and molten rock and stardust rollin' down from mountains full of lava, inner secret of rare Earth

Planetary rocks blown out of the smithereens of a mighty, white dwarf or red giant infinite, timed birth

Must be the musk on my skin, going up through the olfactory sense to the mind's eye in god's brainstem

Where the anomaly resides in peace until the Magnetic Resonance Image reveals the brutal Truth hymn.

Stories told and recollected for the Wisdom, inner DNA and RNA are empty words of a Black Star hit

Upsetting to discover your personal bit of the cosmic expression you sense in five or less, it's ESP chit

Always once in a while but forever, for eternity and a day, tomorrow and yesterday are It, matter's form

Opened wide to let it all hang out, everyplace in Space 360 degrees from original sin, I Am the Worm.

Tears of the punks started this river of mud & blood, crossed the crevasse over Babylon, intrepid Heel

Gods came up from the equator and down from the south and north poles, imaginary places for Real

Monkeys, apes, humanity and what we drank and ate, recycled for the Earth Mother, work without pay

Because we had to get out of the diapers, wet and stank of the dead, spoiled scat refused by a Sun's ray.

Middle of a dream, swirling, naked Truth, Wisdom's dusty Knowledge, silent boy's man-sized room

Comes like chunks of undigested Death and Destruction, refused by the gods, sent back to the doom

Wasted the Time in Space for a moment, maybe a century precisely in the middle of the dots' autofill

Cattle and swine, here before the cosmic scene rattled the tombstones of all gratefully dead, road kill.

Cause of this here and that there effect is the mystery we pretend to know but it's an educated guess

Based on the present facts which are slim or none, using deduction and induction to reap the success

Of a mouse & a man and a woman, creeping in & out of the corners where angels fear to go all alone

Gratitude for the experience, in sickness & health, it's a dip into a deep Void, a bum's shredded bone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Blovember 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{  Jammed out of my hind end while listenin' to a cornucopia of jazzy rocks @Carlos_Santana #Europa on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 & @RareEarthBand #GetReady (long version) link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg?t=1 on the LP! }

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