#WordIsUp #SilenceGoinDown #EyesClosedDrivin #TakeItSlowAsFastAsICan #FeelingNoPain

VIBRATING THE ECSTASY, BACK UP PUNKY, WORDUP NOW

Apple tree goddesses of step mothers & fathers at a kitchen or dinner table all came
Without Past’s preconceived notions inherited from all the dead men who left a dame
Woman with everything required to live and die in peace, in one piece, all too human
As above, so it is below, cause and effect of the whole shebang is an apple & a woman.

On another hand, it’s just like the first hand, all out of hand in a hands-off handout land
Us or you all, here or anywhere else above and below the planet of burnt-out soot-ashes
Forever or sooner than later, it’ll all come down to your comprehending the whale’s belly
Swallowed whole while swimming in the Baja, down the south coast, now I am dead sea.

Not exaggerated yet incredible, a contradiction is a tautological truth beyond reproach
If people would ever have enough of the ignorance and lies of the believers who coach
Babies and the children of lovers either illiterate or illegitimate, all seven continent-full
Eating plants and each other’s species as if you’d die if you didn’t excrete the holy bull.

Kid you now, IT is A Kiss, that’s a factoid of life my father didn’t download into my cache
Will to survive, to be or not to be alive in the communes of the community’s commercial
Purpose & reasons expressing the silly love, preface to deep sleep or just a wet dreamer
As my father’s love of my mother began my escapade, it’s my origin, a bloody screamer.

Harmony in the center of my disjointed discord, all in my centered peripheral electronics
Head’s skull covered mindfulness, a brimful of programs in perpetual retrieval histrionics
Guiding light is darker than night, in the penumbra of a hot shadow where I cry until I dies
Invoice paid, animal skins traded, daughters given away to aliens and barbarian bad guys.

Mocking me? Making fun of my linguistic turpitude and wicked depravity, I think, I am all
Of the things in one way or another, as above, so it is below, atoms to bird of prey mammal
Of course, asking why yields no response, can’t say the Word, Unknown, First Cause above
Ground of dead rocks that used to be in liquid-flow form, colder than black ice on a stove.

Once more, one more time, doin’ it to you again and again, just like you kissed me, I did it
Sweet lips and tongue for me, I love you baby, I can’t leave without you by my side, God shit
Hey, feel me, my skin & bones won’t retreat from your spark of living universal Oneness, OMG
Never gonna forget about this and that, saved it for God’s memory, I am what it is, Love Me?

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi 4-22-2023 Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Cocked hammer this AM listenin’ to #Everlast #GrammasHand link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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

#GitchyGitchy #MochaChoka @SacramentoKingsWINNING #Whacked #JUMP #DaddyMac & #KrisKross

JELLYBEAN MASTERPIECE WOKE MY BABIES

Once again, there’s a double whopper, animal style ready to go down the infinite gullet
News today is the same old news like yesterday, last month, a 20 century unisex symbol
Of all atom-mutated men and mice they’ve made from Mickey to Mighty, a tiny bit of rat
Not too big but still could make a hop up on a pineapple upside cake down sewing thimble.

For once upon a time, there was nothing but empty space, a man slapped God in the face
Here you are then, right here & now due to the dead guy’s malfunction, great father’s Ace
In the hole it stays until the need to bleed rears its ugly head, black, white, red or brown
It matters less than a speck of dust in the wind, a dirty little secret job, it’s all done blown.

Repeat what you’ve forgotten ad infinitum, second the emotion first and last resort, I flew
Around the outside of the jar, there was nothing but dead air, nobody was out there I knew
So, here I am, back in the mix, a little or a lot, whichever licks and blows I can whittle off sin
Original one, a violation of the Trip, made without a purpose other than to get Out and In.

Dam block of thoughts that come out of nowhere directly into the empty, holy mind’s head
Inside the cranium, topside to the backbone tips over the falls of the river water of the dead
Fathers and mothers of sisters and brothers rose up as they fell down, rose red & violet blue
On a ship or on marshland up to snowcaps above jagged dirt, vacuumed it up for me & you.

Hour is late, seconds comin’ in too early for me to know in advance, surprise party of angels
Mentally broke, physical break of organic matter, corporate corpus of corpses ring the bells
As if we’ve forgotten that Life’s either a joke or a test, not an accidental collision of atom chit
I bet you wonder how I knew, how I found out what you knew an forgot, you’re even the shit.

I ain’t laughin’ & I ain’t cryin’ due to the losing an winning of nothing and the rest of the bytes
Of cyberspace, empty Space and somethings themselves congregating in reality sights & sounds
I got it all down pat, I remember & repeat what I’ve heard, Truth is Word, so what’s the fox say?
To be or not to be, yo Romeo, you Juliet, it’s a Bacon thing, a shaky spear of fancy word flambe.

Been in and out of love, won and lost, got close and so far, far away from the winners’ lost games
Signals oral & written to warn the innocent of shuffling up and down the avenues & #Man streets
Destroy acts of kindness by being kind always, be kind to those who won’t be, that will kill them
You follow me, It’s all over, sleep as dead do, awaken at last, it’s all over with God’s touch, #Woke.

Hair pies have some skin in the game, there’s no rules and there’s nothing to practice, just fly
So high that you can’t be seen from the ground or air, so low that the sea can’t contain the lie
That this is a lone, accidental collision of random conglomerations of quarks & molecular glues
Gender bent to accommodate rock reproduction of holy success & failure of anti-royal blues.

Flintstones to Jetsons and all of the cartoon characters walkin’ & crawlin’ in the high daylight
I found you & you found me accidentally on purpose, eyes were wide open for the good fight
I did not come here to fight for life, I came to live for the fight, the narrow pathway of warriors
Naturally it’s all artificial light-bulb excitation & a misdirection of attention, as I close all doors.

Rendezvous, I don’t know & you don’t know anything about anything, drooling, blinded by love
Needing desire to build sand castles that last for a minute until the tidal wave comes from above
Good, bad, evil, ugly & spectacular sweetness of being devoid of pain, murdered the suffering ID
Morning dew & you baby, evening sunset and red wine of the grapevine, happy always, I’m FREE!

OH, BABY, which sacrifice are we in? Pleasure and pain to be or not to be, all of this feels Evil Live
Backwards & forwards spelling to be & not to be with the identical mountains and rivers of words
Moe’s town or Curly’s metropolitan digs share the only narrow way left with 23 Safe-places to hide
Stooges need the real thing too, not just the ladies & gentlemen, boys and girls, bees & flyin’ birds.

I’m playin’ tag & You Are It, now run around tryin’ to catch One who is invisible to cold steel eyes
Ain’t sparkling green earrings, nose rings, tongue studs, lip hoops, eyeball rose tattoos, sky’s cryin’
Stop breathing, heart ceases to beat the skippin’, broken vinyl record, fried magnetic tape, all hits
Watch, listen, recollect, be happy you’re here as the world turns, we ain’t fryin’ but we’re all dyin’.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, #420 2023 Anno Domini
{ Cashed while jammin’ #SadGirl in a loop (LUPE) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f9CjzZesbCE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#KISSthisTOO #ScarsTattoosBones I'm #FatTuesday #MardiGras @SacramentoKings #TwoAndOH

 

BROKE HEART, GOT BLOODY SCARS ONE TIME

Longer time than I have to spend on this ticking time bomb, an eight-ball shot to the other side
I can’t bank it but for some reason it drained down into a black hole in a double helix DNA tide
Love and hate moved my balls from a steady, lump of matter, under interstellar, I’m faded light
Exceptional priests, nuns, brothers & sisters who broke God’s soul, got a mortal, good, bad fight.

I’m going to sink or I’m gonna rise, whichever my heart and soul desires, like a rock, a stoned bone
Gravity has nothing to do with Force that moved my Unmoved Mover, I fell into a two human cage
Scars disappeared from the carcass’ shape and form of skin & bones, reincarnating all lost baggage
All Karma leftover from the idiots and morons I’ve accidentally followed behind, it’s even, all gone.

Flowers & leaves bloomed from seeds & stems that you never knew needed H2O, holy, high OG fuel
Transform the Nothingness into something more or less than the original sin in a garden of It, The Pill
Contraception of the species dynamic, random recombination of acid is a tool for the extinction feed
What I am, what you are, what everyone was and will always be, a Time ticking machine that’ll bleed.

Chances are there are no coincidences because everything is related to a First Mover’s move, checks
I know nothing although what I thought I knew some others, kings all know the queens know Nothing
Just a figment of the infantile imagination programmed to see causes & effects for infinitesimal treks
Gods invisible except for name-tags given in honor of Unknown, Black, Holy origins, immortals all sing.

Rooms separated to keep the sacred and holy from the curse of being the last, living thing on the dirt
Star above, the sun of our mothers and fathers still shining and letting Time tick from wounds & hurts
Steps, stairs, slides, a guillotine cut me off from all of the pain and suffering, I knew a head was rolling
My world spun around a few times and fell onto a slide goin’ into my funeral pyre, I watched eyes sing.

Lifted above and beyond the here and now, can’t be with anyone but myself anymore, an origin swim
Above & below this here & that there, on drugs to break Wills to Survive, All to BE or not to BE a whim
Severe & tense, pain & suffering until the pleasure of release enters before you’re set, you see? Voila
On or off of the good and evil things and places, we’re still here, we’ve always been, angels in Valhalla!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-18-2023 A.D. @ 0815 PST
{ Crafted out of the Nugatory while jammin’ to @GlenFrey #TrueLove in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic?list=RDEM_0HsZUKrrEIhmxJ-G6y-lQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#CurtisMayfield #RareEarth #WinningEverythingAllTheTime #AtOne #Oneness @SacramentoKings @GoldenStateWarriors @NBAChampionship2022-2023

WALLBANGER, SMEARIN’ OFF & ON

Banks on either side of the river from the beginning of Niagara’s falls from the mountains

To the big mouth of the flow as it pours without intent, into the deep blue sea of my sons

Fished for the schools of spawned, liquid-breathing, gilled beings hooked or netted beasts

All from a One’s burst of astral effulgence, without any reason or rhyme, pressure release.

Gas, solid, liquid is what the matter is, Matter is Being so don’t ask what’s the matter again

Now you know, it’s nothing at all but all that you think, all you do & at the end, it’s all done

Junk distilled out of the flowers’ planted life force, opium dreams out of the Sun’s holy rays

Mind over Matter, forms & shapes of things themselves, appear & disappear when she says.

Mother’s holy, empty hole invaded by YOU all, you ought to apologize for causing deep pain

Bursting out of darkness’ Nothing, a Void of everything subatomic & gold/lead & sugarcane

Apes lost the long hair & mindfulness of Factoids of life; animal crackers’ all too human thing

OK, OK, OK…alright, alright, alright, #LickinTheWorld, hold it! Knock your as’s out the O-ring.

Will never rise from the dead out of this bag of 208 bones, I deny the blind faith in after-living

Synchronized in a mental conundrum, First cause effects everything, everywhere deep diving

Mission impossible has now been accomplished, you’ll know if you have a need-to-know chit

Playin’ games without rules ain’t cool, advantage is to an awake dreamer, not to a #woke twit.

Four Wallbangers are all I required to begin the loosened-lip malfunction of my mind’s 3rd eye

Not for me to write down, to say or imply that I know anything, to be or not to be a guy, I spy

Ain’t speakin’ for any XX but I’m insinuating for every XY that desperation rules survival results

If we copied God’s DNA from x’s & y’s all given, nothing you do is your fault, we’re God’s faults.

Flowing the water from land to the sea, nothing survives in the end, I’ll “take the 5th” amend it

Your rigging is rigged because that’s the nature of the beast, it keeps the pieces together to fit

Like crossword puzzles’ irreversible mistakes, microscopic or macroscopic errors, #Tik-Tok junk

Probability that anything is impossible isn’t allowed by the gods, everything’s improbable funk.

Stream from the old mill or the cyberspace of electronic redistribution of neutrinos’ plethora

Equation is a mental convention of comparing the One to the Many, it’s all to fire up the flora

In the leaf or in the bud, in the stem, the root connected to the mother’s teat above & below

Don’t shoot the messenger with the Truth’s fact, facts of life, I’m just whistling Dixie, how I roll.

Meeting and greeting the new entry into the celebration of wisdom & knowledge’s destruction

Atomic construction and destruction in essence, all we ever were & are is what we’ll always be

You & me, all the dead & yet to live, everybody breathing gas, here & now, in this love boat sin

Mortal, original or other unnamed violation of plastic pieces of golden lead, y’all are God-free.

Alright, I’ve drunk six of those hammer-wangers, I can’t recall the real name, it’s Vodka for sure

Here and now, that’s this time in Space, the First Cause remains in stealth mode, divine hair-fur

Imbibed the last of the whitest lightening, I salute your artificial intelligence and the real things

Real intelligence not artificial intel has no programmer, it’s a random survival hive of bee stings.

You swell, you die, your soul-spirit either flies or dissolves into an invisible Void of google errors

Hum a tune you never heard or one you’ve heard was Top 40 hit, anyway, it’s nightmare terrors

Commercial or private, think, I think I am, that’s all you can say is think that’s true, Nothing skips

Just the messenger, so don’t stab this beast, loose lips watchin’ the deep-six sinkin’ steamships.

Inside of the herd or outside of the Earth’s stratosphere, either way, mortality means one thing

You & I, everything alive big & small is going to cease, regardless of countersign, opine singing

Spy vs. Spy, any guy versus any gal, newborn to born again, approach 100 years, all in swagger

No, I’m drunk on Wallbangers, yes I’ll have another please, I’m too human, big daddy’s dagger.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 4-17-2023 A.D. @ 6:30 AMPST

{ Jammed listenin’ to & watchin’ @SacramentoKings vs. @GoldenStateWarriors GAME 1 highlights link @ https://youtu.be/dXMVjUnip-Q #WarAndPeace (Challenge to Historians) @LeoTolstoy link @ https://youtu.be/lDPSSYUSRb0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?