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ALL THE GOSSIP AIN’T GOSPEL NEVERTHELESS, L.L.S.S.

Y’all were never, ever missing anything you couldn’t do without, it’s all about War

No peace can ever be achieved by the conglomeration of the species’ DNA’s star

From the eyes or the odor-sensitive poly nasal passages, higher than a kite, I can

Wind up the map and take the rolled up directions to the bloody, iron steely dan.

Time is up, time out for everybody on every game field, expired infield & outfield

Watch and see the development, right before your very eyes, it’s a miracle’s shield

To cover my eyes & my vital organs between my head and thighs, it’s all real good

It has to be good because the alternative is either bad or evil, it could be my food.

I laid my hat everywhere I felt home circa 1971 ‘til 2022, played chess checkmated

Checked them & knocked the minions off of the board’s sixty-six squared & dated

Pawns behind at the front line’s defense, a good offense as above, so below flicks

Jacks & Jyls of all trades, maids in a row or tenders of the bars, just for the tricks.

Apes’ bones appear to be prehuman or posthuman, maybe both or neither, son

Range of life span for this life on Earth as we know it is between a zillion & one

Over and out of the Def-Com, in jest the whole shebang rolls like it’s hot cocoa

But it’s not, there’s a sweet, sugar bloody panic to terminate the river’s upflow.

New mink coats and diamond rings along with the jazz & blues’ backbeats silk

Off to the finish line, ‘round a final counter-clockwise turn, right on oozing milk

Horses, dogs or people, around they go, where it stops, nobody but God knows

Florida to Alabama & Mississippi & Louisiana, finally New Mexico, the AZ & CA.

I could have laid down and died a long time ago but my extinction wasn’t the chit

As if it ever could be, The Way with all the wonderful chit happening everywhere

Of America & it’s satellites on 7 continents, full of peace’s love or simply God’s sin

To be or not to be smack dab in the middle of the road, shebang comes to fruition.

Gargantuan models of promiscuous behavior causing broken balls & innocence

Too good to pretend that evil is anything but the scat that don’t go, mortal sins

Wish nobody had to recognize the facts of life, this accident is no divinity’s fizz

Mississippi River runs south to the equator, Amazon River to north, What it IS.?

Terror here and now before you meet your maker again, your father & mother

Both too high in heaven to see with my own two eyes, four with black shades

Swimming, climbing, flying, running, crawling, digging down deep diving her

Mother Nature and my own birth mama both had the egg, hatched me here.

There’s one way out, beautiful or not, it’s a holy, body-soul of a slow curve

Pitching in retrospect, it all comes down to the first to come & first to serve

Train rolls, get on or get off, no choice when you’ve done somebody wrong

Unintentional, flagrant fouls get the penalty, I think I heard it in a love song.

Paws off the ground, climbed high in the tall tree, top shelf flowers’ apex

Filled with the grace of the empty, vast Void of mystic fears of the perplex

On the job, on a knob, on trigger-finger to get ahead & win the game’s pot

All in or all out, alive or dead, eyes wide-open revolution, love’s what I got!

Free to die and to live like your ancestors, like ain’t no tomorrow at all, Man!

If you have that stone blind faith then why can’t you believe in heaven, blind?

In front of your face even if blinded by blacklight, you dread poetry, I’m a fan

Geometric, algebraic, triangulated in Trigonometric dots, a Calculus function.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, May 27th, 2023 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted during existence while being enlightened by @AlanWatts lecture link @ https://youtu.be/ivTYfOWXLmw }