I just received the transmission and I’ve downshifted to overdrive into expresso-mindful Man herd
Highly aware of Things themselves and the essential nature of the One’s split into the mighty Many
Places in Space and events happening in Time, recollected as if they were just yesterday, angry bird
Highly aware of Things themselves and the essential nature of the One’s split into the mighty Many
Places in Space and events happening in Time, recollected as if they were just yesterday, angry bird
Can’t change the feathers once the code is manifest, impossible to mutate Doom of the holy herd.
Before conception is the precise way in which the afterlife for your soul & the others get in The Way
Of narrow paths without options, return to the original place in Space, your mama had One hot day
Grown men cry about it, get their wind taken away at double speed, like it’s supposed to be far out
To be or not to be the answer to that question, no purpose for random collisions for nowhere men.
American girls bear boys not only is Evil Alive, It Lives here & now, God’s fallen angels and the chosen
Empty womb without the coded egg for the sunrise and sunset, immaculate conception of One’s Zen
Sight without eyes, sound without ears, matter without the scent of aggression and solid ecstasy’s sin
Mortal immortals, come on man, a soul inside the head, skin, bones’ red blood, king of the lion’s den.
Part of the problem, I am what I am, not the calculus or trigonometry inequality of Timing, that’s all
Without Timing, anything can go awry resulting in undesired effects, some without passing the ball
Think like a ape, down and dirty, kind of mean and tending to go to one or another extreme entry gate
Double vision without disguise, I see two when there’s only the One, #Tigereye myself, all that’s great.
This and that gets old and never, ever gets younger than this moment, it’s here & then it’s all way gone
Without your permission, the world turns & you’re watching the passing of Time, project UFO i-phone
Aiding One’s way of Mankind into extinction of the species, the Way of the Wise is duck and cover it up
Babies, children, innocent and timid would transform into the destroyers of the grand illusion’s teacup.
Hope and Faith with the liberty of bestowing Charity on the herd, the Many, pour the sugar on me too
Highlights have been deleted from recollections, the tide has gone out to Davie Jones’ lock & load crew
Keepers of the oaths to remain free or die defending the children of the founders, including you all G’s
Don’t be a #DontBee, Do Be like your ancestors who squirted you here & now, an adorable angel fly- by.
Come closer to my voice’s whisper, it’s crying time now, the Truth’s our poison, you’re gonna expire now
Join us all, the rest of us are all at rest, just like the ones who used to be a 208 boned body of wind blow
Far out, far away from here, above and beyond where the eagle flies, out of O2, wings gone downtown
Drive the hotrod, drive the balls to the holes, front or back nine all fine, you got mine and I got your six.
Champions die just like the losers, out of Time in Outerspace, dull moment after a last huff, a puff
Dragons and monsters thrown into the inferno, dead fighters and losers of the sparking, red stuff
Turns to red in the Air, it’s blue blood inside the arteries and veins, plasma & platelets of God spit
Holy Water drinking is not allowed post mortem so if you ain’t dead yet, you all better keep it LIT!
Blond or a brunette or bald, skin in the dark is all immaculate, the accent of tongue gives you away
Where you’re from is where you were born, to the people who bore you, ancestors back in the day
Function of your calculus is the answer to the conundrums of human concoction, medicinal ennui
I wondered, until dawn brought the light, lost my sight, in a grave I lie, name’s on Stone above me.
Put yourself in your parents’ place, think about their sacrifice to see you through soul road trippin’
Knowing y’all would be all alone someday, just be all you have to depend on, it’s the honey drippin’
Ma & pa memories of the jewels and gems left at our feet to soften the mortal blows of four winds
Told jokes but I didn’t have any of the punch lines right, that’s funny, a comedy club’s unfunny sins.
Fighting to survive high assaults from the bugs & bad gals & guys who want what you got, gang’s Id
Taking it until nobody can take it any longer, then it’s the end of the breathing for the grown-up kid
Above and below heaven and earth, random chaos is the Way, to the end, the goal of the live player
Arriving dead will not do, it won’t give the devil HIS due, only you can pay the debt, God apple eater!
Love’s banks robbed of their digits, no need for hidden silver and gold, all alive on other peeps’ taxes
They work & pay for the low road pavement & the storage of life supplies for homer & marge shacks
Awash in powerful pot-ashes, a Doom settles upon your own awareness and then you return the favor
Fake punks miseducated in public & private schools, this is what you get, Genesis’ trip through a door.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, April 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 850 AMPST
{ Fished out of the Word Salad while listening to @TheEagle96.9 link @ https://www.audacy.com/stations/eagle969# & #ATearInTheSky link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygt3FyQRJ6I }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Before conception is the precise way in which the afterlife for your soul & the others get in The Way
Of narrow paths without options, return to the original place in Space, your mama had One hot day
Grown men cry about it, get their wind taken away at double speed, like it’s supposed to be far out
To be or not to be the answer to that question, no purpose for random collisions for nowhere men.
American girls bear boys not only is Evil Alive, It Lives here & now, God’s fallen angels and the chosen
Empty womb without the coded egg for the sunrise and sunset, immaculate conception of One’s Zen
Sight without eyes, sound without ears, matter without the scent of aggression and solid ecstasy’s sin
Mortal immortals, come on man, a soul inside the head, skin, bones’ red blood, king of the lion’s den.
Part of the problem, I am what I am, not the calculus or trigonometry inequality of Timing, that’s all
Without Timing, anything can go awry resulting in undesired effects, some without passing the ball
Think like a ape, down and dirty, kind of mean and tending to go to one or another extreme entry gate
Double vision without disguise, I see two when there’s only the One, #Tigereye myself, all that’s great.
This and that gets old and never, ever gets younger than this moment, it’s here & then it’s all way gone
Without your permission, the world turns & you’re watching the passing of Time, project UFO i-phone
Aiding One’s way of Mankind into extinction of the species, the Way of the Wise is duck and cover it up
Babies, children, innocent and timid would transform into the destroyers of the grand illusion’s teacup.
Hope and Faith with the liberty of bestowing Charity on the herd, the Many, pour the sugar on me too
Highlights have been deleted from recollections, the tide has gone out to Davie Jones’ lock & load crew
Keepers of the oaths to remain free or die defending the children of the founders, including you all G’s
Don’t be a #DontBee, Do Be like your ancestors who squirted you here & now, an adorable angel fly- by.
Come closer to my voice’s whisper, it’s crying time now, the Truth’s our poison, you’re gonna expire now
Join us all, the rest of us are all at rest, just like the ones who used to be a 208 boned body of wind blow
Far out, far away from here, above and beyond where the eagle flies, out of O2, wings gone downtown
Drive the hotrod, drive the balls to the holes, front or back nine all fine, you got mine and I got your six.
Champions die just like the losers, out of Time in Outerspace, dull moment after a last huff, a puff
Dragons and monsters thrown into the inferno, dead fighters and losers of the sparking, red stuff
Turns to red in the Air, it’s blue blood inside the arteries and veins, plasma & platelets of God spit
Holy Water drinking is not allowed post mortem so if you ain’t dead yet, you all better keep it LIT!
Blond or a brunette or bald, skin in the dark is all immaculate, the accent of tongue gives you away
Where you’re from is where you were born, to the people who bore you, ancestors back in the day
Function of your calculus is the answer to the conundrums of human concoction, medicinal ennui
I wondered, until dawn brought the light, lost my sight, in a grave I lie, name’s on Stone above me.
Put yourself in your parents’ place, think about their sacrifice to see you through soul road trippin’
Knowing y’all would be all alone someday, just be all you have to depend on, it’s the honey drippin’
Ma & pa memories of the jewels and gems left at our feet to soften the mortal blows of four winds
Told jokes but I didn’t have any of the punch lines right, that’s funny, a comedy club’s unfunny sins.
Fighting to survive high assaults from the bugs & bad gals & guys who want what you got, gang’s Id
Taking it until nobody can take it any longer, then it’s the end of the breathing for the grown-up kid
Above and below heaven and earth, random chaos is the Way, to the end, the goal of the live player
Arriving dead will not do, it won’t give the devil HIS due, only you can pay the debt, God apple eater!
Love’s banks robbed of their digits, no need for hidden silver and gold, all alive on other peeps’ taxes
They work & pay for the low road pavement & the storage of life supplies for homer & marge shacks
Awash in powerful pot-ashes, a Doom settles upon your own awareness and then you return the favor
Fake punks miseducated in public & private schools, this is what you get, Genesis’ trip through a door.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, April 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 850 AMPST
{ Fished out of the Word Salad while listening to @TheEagle96.9 link @ https://www.audacy.com/stations/eagle969# & #ATearInTheSky link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygt3FyQRJ6I }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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