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Sunday, October 08, 2023

#UnderstandingsTheKeyToTheDoor #CarlosSantana #Supernaturally #ChambersBrothers #PoynterSisters #JackieGleason #AndAwayWeGo #StarTrekInfinityReality

WE DON’T EVEN THINK WE’LL TRY & AWAY WE GO
I never said ‘never’ except right there I just typed what I thought I could skip, say it again, it’s aliens’ Sin
Pepper sprayed and then you named the junk-yard dog the same, it’s a miracle the salt of Earth planned
From origin to the final destination is a trip of the brain firing off the neurons that evolved from the Mud
On being one of the creations of divinity, hey man, looky-here now, it’s all a blinded belief in the Nothin’.

Reciting the words in constant repetition to enhance the strength of the magic spell comin’ out of a Man
Atmospheric pressure nearly too much tiny, little feet my mama blew out her womb, bar room over here
I win every game without cheating because I change the rules as the Time moves around in Space, I Will
Survival of the most fit among the species is identical to the prime objective of God, been all too human.

That guitar and those drums beat the sound out of the Ether, thin air, moving It All in angelic, boss tones
Hot or not, frozen pain doesn’t hurt anymore, can’t remember the day I was born, won’t recall the Ends
Either survival or total dissolution of the conscious mind, I call it me, myself & I, depending on the lights
Ultraviolet to infrared, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I have no control over the breeze or prize fights.

Special sea of water & air, drinkin’ & gaspin’ for the H2O & free gas from surface to stratosphere, it’s all
Of, for & by It, if you doubt the reality I have asserted, live long and prosper, understand nothing, bad call
Required & necessary for being sufficiently successful at being a friendly monster mutated by a low blow
Took it easy on you & me just because it was the right thing to do, good, bad & ugly all in the deep flow.

Soaked and wet until the pure air dried the thing itself, crying a river flowing into oceans of the unknown
Raised your hands & feet above your ashes after your pauper’s grave is filled with fool’s rested jets blown
Kids moved to tears due to disappointment or fear of being subjected to unwarranted, yelling ice cracked
Screamed to melt into the original flow of the star above that just stands & spins around in frontal flack.

Jack & Jill ran up the hill, sure they did, very nice of them to go together, surreptitious balls to four walls
Repeatedly doing one & the same thing, nothing else to do but everything that’s been done, a New Birth
Night owls or daydreaming fools blinded by the daylights reflecting off of the things themselves, it is so
Done with a wave of the hand, a spell igniting the cause of the effect appearing nowhere, let’s all go, all!

On the day you leave Earth, you won’t remember a day from the first bawling cry in the red blood of her
She was always there when I needed here & the other 10 people that depended on her attention further
Than their infancy & childhood headstone at the gravesite in the cemetery at the end of the glen’s Rock
No more warm heart, soft skin & warmer safe-place in the mind of the Man who moves block to block.

Maybe I’m wrong but it could be worse, you might be dreaming all of this life & you’re gonna awaken too
With or without knowing what will happen, it’ll happen, you’ll die like you were conceived, in & out blue
Now dig, you & I will find the wins and losses to be all there is, nothing more nor less than rules of fools
Follow all of 'em for no reason other than avoiding infarcted capital punishment, ol' sparky, gas or noose.

A big balloon rose up to the place that’s a barrier to the outside Space of Infinity, we’re Earthbound
But there in plain sight, there’s a primal power ingested right here, right now at this Bridge of Sighs
Just like the one you remember, adjusted your mood, your mind’s eye focused on the prize, a Sun
Hotter than you can handle, remaining a lone concept for analysis leading to knowing Truth’s fun.

Slow, rapid speed for the duration of crossed-eyes being wide open as it should be yet won’t be, so-so
Do what you can as long as you can until the understanding becomes one final snort of Indochina blow
Middle path between extremes of Right & Left wings of pretending to know what’s what, one guffaw
After recovery from the force-fed food for thought, hear the bells ring, they toll for Aliens on a seesaw.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER VIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 606 AMPST

{ Vamanos, jammed while noodling with @CarlosSantana concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnrVgXNn7aA }

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