#AtLast

WHO IN THE WORLD KNOWS

CHEER UP, IT AIN’T OVER UNTIL TOMORROW

Who told me to take five when there was nothing but the end left, I missed the finale, no ends
Inside of every hole there’s something to fill it up to the hilt yet the Big Bang ain’t been seen yet
Always in our blind faith recollection recalled by the elders who input the program to retrieve it
Down diggin' gold dust 'til it settles on high chaparral with the cacti & a road runner scheme skit.

Just a favor from you please, may I play with your mind for a few years, you’ll inherit all I have
So hard to decide if you really want the whole shebang, all of it belongs to me, yet you’ll rave
That there’s a promise you’ve gleaned from the silence of the sheeple who prescribe a remedy
Pray on your knees, close your eyes, bow your head, fold your hands together, deactivate free.

High or low, it’s above ground & not below until the boxed & buried rot without stench above
Id and a too hip Ego are the two out of three that have minimal value, high value me, Super Ego
Bam & boom, it all gets rapped to rhyme with the rhythm, movin’ the swing to and fro, groove
Shake it up, shake you up, shake, rattle & roll the pebbles, moonstones, bedrocks, call it #Bingo.

Here and now you stand here in front of the world and little old me, naked as a j-bird, it’s Word
Hypothetically we have two minutes left before the Earth’s regurgitation of the soul we got for
Wasted days and nights can’t even beg to get back for one last ingestion of the TNT yellow cake
Counting backward from a million, begin now, this annihilation is immanent, divinity is all fake.

All of the innocent are still welcome to continue the fantastic voyage they’re on, hoping faith
Takes the place of the love, the charity you can’t get for free just because you’re poor & late
The world as we know it may not breakdown before we die but it’s going to disintegrate soon
Meaning ‘soon’ tomorrow, next years or centuries, I’ll be there when you reach out for a moon.

Cosmic stew or soup gets stirred & then after bowls are filled & refilled, the story ends in finale
Happy, sad or neutral, whichever the feeling & thought, it’s all that’s needed, one last ending
Perfume or just a whiff of lavender & allspice leaves the mind up ahead of the high IQ entrail
Cut, slashed, stabbed, poked in a conditional way that kept awareness ignorant, pass out, fail!

Matter of Time in many forms from an invisible quark to a Red Giant, Singularity’s hot Space
Love’s got nothing to do with an ending, it’s the way to enhance survival of a fit, a pretty face
My day ain’t done until I sleep after dark, can’t fall in the blazing sunlight, keep up, sew fun
Fall, autumn or winter before spring & summer, just spinnin’ in orbit around old ‘sol, the sun.

If my facial expression is hidden by the mask I wear over my skull, that’s all-tough scat man
I’m down the road, off the grids & silver lights of avenues and back streets of the trash cans
Alleys in between every single place in Space, amazing that you can still see & hear a thing
Itself is a miracle of gargantuan proportions, from me to you & beyond end of life rhyming.

Courage of each all alone from conception to the finale of the stage play you got a part in
Maybe the star or a supporting artist of one or another sort, producer or director sensed
Through the actors and actresses solid mocking of absurdity and high folly or die laughing
At your father and mother or the lack thereof, pros they taught were ‘for’ & cons ‘against’.

You, me & everyone else on board this planet’s silver lining and dirty, filthy mud & blood
We all stand in unity, amazed and yelling & singing out loud even out of key, in the mood
When it all comes together in a nutshell and self-realization makes the sad café happier
Than it’s always been since day One, the Earth stood still, clouds rolled in, elliptical fear.

Trombones and piccolos drenching the air with the blown air out of holy fingered hands
Subject to no objection from the notes played in staccato rhyme, obnoxious prose fans
Fixed attention on the reasons for being alive & why all the living humans believe jive
Afterlife without a body, just an invisible soul without a voice, a desperado’s bee hive.

No younger today than yesterday, a day older is all and lucky to be walkin’ the surface
Cold or hot, either way it’s better than the dead six feet under or in a dissolution place
Gates to heaven and hell won’t matter without the love & hate you left behind, too late
It’s nevermore, it will never be, again, it couldn’t happen again in a million years, mate.

Unless you have a counter-example to the theory’s validity, you need to suck it up, man
On the other side or this side, either way you’ve got to face the music, hope it’s hard rock
Truth full of lies from the liars who lied to their kin and their enemies, all of them human
All Too Human if you recollect that racist blast from the nihilist @FriedrichNietzsche, I am.

Abused by the brothers and sisters, not mine but the minions of the holy pope of Catholics
Call your bluff when you’re not bluffing one bit, I’m a loser due to a bad guess without a fix
High balls inside of my tiny brain after the party, nobody knew the drunk kid was not stupid
Whiskey in the blood, harmony dissolved into the visits to doctors and specialists of the kid.

For every man & woman who survives childbirth, their days are numbered by karma & luck rule
Remote view of the things people do when they believe no one is watching them act like a fool
Ears pricking up, defense systems on high alert from dawn until dusk, sleep with one eye open
Better to be safe than sorry, as they say since I enjoy living life to remain happy unto death Zen.

Shocked apes found on planet Earth & thrived en masse via exterminated war enemies mine
Battleships, fighter jets & field artillery in constant memory of heroes & the One’s air UFO force
Burst the balloon if you don’t mind too much, it’s not easy being fabulous, somebody must be
Full of scat in the form of fantastic matter that lives and dies, being eaten or buried as a corpse.

It is almost tomorrow and it brings the end of the whole shebang, Earth, moon, sun & all stars
A grand implosion after the big bang is the natural way between birth & death fighting in bars
Hope annihilated in a moment, realization that your mortality means you’ve got nothing in you
There is no spirit or soul, those were concepts posited in the lexicon, without scientific rigor too.

Chronic smoke returning to the signals only the ones in the know can read & interpret as Truth
For the sake of the whole species in a process of devolution and extinction of the species oath
To survive at all costs, it’s a mandate to be obligated to the sons and grandchildren of the fairy
Mindful liberty ain’t free, freedom is the ending, a #ZZTop finale, call her name, it is “Mary!’

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 1-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

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