HELLO TO THE ONE & THE MANY, GOODBYE DADDIO
As far as I ever go, ME, MYSELF & LITTLE ‘i.’ are a worrisome fraction of living Life’s Dawn
One part of the whole shebang is what you’ve got under your hat, head to toe, buck, doe or fawn
In reality, fantasy is one and the same as being ignorant that you’re a Cause of Everything’s holes
Open your eyes then close your eyes, it’s here and suddenly it’s gone, under your total controls.
Junk in the yards or liquid death injected with the humane venom the snakes blow in the nest
Parked in lot of A’s, B’s & C’s with a host of steel on 4 wheels in addition to the 2 wheel rockets
Introduction to the final end of the conscious mind in accidental termination of being the best
Champion of the gift, knowledge of the Truth about the reason for mankind’s existence, debts.
We owe somebody something, know who it is or not, the debt must be paid by kings or queens
Whomever is here when the landlord returns to Earth for the rent on the wind and the hot fire
Kept us alive, knowing how to make a fire when it’s freezing cold in the igloo and grass-hay hut
Apes survived, naked or hairy, evolution allowed the most fit, healthy as bloody gods to stay put.
All of the above and none of the below can be the supreme Truth but it’s not going to fly away
With your mothers, sisters, wives & their girlfriends permission, if not them, then who saves us?
Men have nothing, except the doom of all the ones who have the womb to keep the wick lit up
Taxes reaped descend into the bottomless pit, the gods pushed us all into the empty, gold cup.
Reaping what got stitched-in before I was ill-conceived, a notion that I’m the sewer of seeds too
Cork in the bottle to keep the air out since it turns the wine into vinegar rancidness turned blue
As I say that everything’s gonna be alright, it’s only because when I die, nothing will matter at all
My ego, super or just regular old Id is the fact of life that my father in heaven never confessed to.
Tin cup full of silver, copper & fool’s gold getting you off to a good start, a performance of Oscar
Heaven may or may not be higher or lower than the planet but either way, it’s a myth’s sick trick
Perfect invisible spirit just a fleeting thought essence of abstract nonsense making sense, by far
Woke or fast asleep for 24 hours every day, 6 days of working until the 1 day leftover for schtick.
Applied like sugar and salt needed for one dead plant or another animal, to disguise a megadeath
Deep inside the future excretion, there’s power to glean & absorb in the blood without the Meth
Speeding to death isn’t a bad way to go, it’s the only way we get to go, a hundred years in a snap
Protons, neutrons and electrons making up the atoms combined into molecular formation, slap!
Right across the face, a slap applied can jog the memory & cause total recall to manifest destiny
What the subject is, what the subject’s action is and it’s effect on the innocent and ignorant free
Gravity pullin’ it all down to the ground, unable to be admitted to the core, six feet under rocks
One granite rock-thing above ground with words that follow your full name’s judgement shocks.
Dancin’ in heaven, lowered below hell, innocent & not responsible for any body’s behavior et al
It ain’t a wild thing, it’s a well adjusted patron of peace, love and happiness, just a trip to free fall
As it is above it will always the same below, good that the bad & ugly are as low as you can go
It would be a thriller, a spectacle of what’s out of proportion with the peace and love backflow.
Boom voids atmosphere gets pierced by a supersonic, plastic-metal flying arrow, an F-4 or X-15
Express yourself because that’s all you have to show this world, these people what you’ve seen
Even if it’s nothing more than not-being like a Tibetan monk from Tibet, up near heaven’s gate
Prime or tertiary in the line-up for the payoff, a trade-off for your blood, sweat & tears of fate.
High or low, inside or outside the thing itself, everywhere an atom can fizz or fuse, I am FAME
Like a poker game that I can’t fold from, I have the bets, I call and raise until the losers put up
Future behind dry dreams is bleak, after all is said & done this is either a black hole or a GAME
You, whomever you are know what this existence on Earth means, life’s pet, a pet kitty or pup.
Goodbye to y’all, known and unknown for now, you won’t return the salute but that’s just fine
Coming into the triangle, hexagram or the squared, circular sphere, full of Space’s airless sign
Note cards are classified, here’s a secret I’ll share with you, they’re blank, the ink disappeared
High and mighty on the lower echelon of the stairway to heaven, you will like it too, It’s weird.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February 10, 2024, Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPSTF I N I S
One part of the whole shebang is what you’ve got under your hat, head to toe, buck, doe or fawn
In reality, fantasy is one and the same as being ignorant that you’re a Cause of Everything’s holes
Open your eyes then close your eyes, it’s here and suddenly it’s gone, under your total controls.
Junk in the yards or liquid death injected with the humane venom the snakes blow in the nest
Parked in lot of A’s, B’s & C’s with a host of steel on 4 wheels in addition to the 2 wheel rockets
Introduction to the final end of the conscious mind in accidental termination of being the best
Champion of the gift, knowledge of the Truth about the reason for mankind’s existence, debts.
We owe somebody something, know who it is or not, the debt must be paid by kings or queens
Whomever is here when the landlord returns to Earth for the rent on the wind and the hot fire
Kept us alive, knowing how to make a fire when it’s freezing cold in the igloo and grass-hay hut
Apes survived, naked or hairy, evolution allowed the most fit, healthy as bloody gods to stay put.
All of the above and none of the below can be the supreme Truth but it’s not going to fly away
With your mothers, sisters, wives & their girlfriends permission, if not them, then who saves us?
Men have nothing, except the doom of all the ones who have the womb to keep the wick lit up
Taxes reaped descend into the bottomless pit, the gods pushed us all into the empty, gold cup.
Reaping what got stitched-in before I was ill-conceived, a notion that I’m the sewer of seeds too
Cork in the bottle to keep the air out since it turns the wine into vinegar rancidness turned blue
As I say that everything’s gonna be alright, it’s only because when I die, nothing will matter at all
My ego, super or just regular old Id is the fact of life that my father in heaven never confessed to.
Tin cup full of silver, copper & fool’s gold getting you off to a good start, a performance of Oscar
Heaven may or may not be higher or lower than the planet but either way, it’s a myth’s sick trick
Perfect invisible spirit just a fleeting thought essence of abstract nonsense making sense, by far
Woke or fast asleep for 24 hours every day, 6 days of working until the 1 day leftover for schtick.
Applied like sugar and salt needed for one dead plant or another animal, to disguise a megadeath
Deep inside the future excretion, there’s power to glean & absorb in the blood without the Meth
Speeding to death isn’t a bad way to go, it’s the only way we get to go, a hundred years in a snap
Protons, neutrons and electrons making up the atoms combined into molecular formation, slap!
Right across the face, a slap applied can jog the memory & cause total recall to manifest destiny
What the subject is, what the subject’s action is and it’s effect on the innocent and ignorant free
Gravity pullin’ it all down to the ground, unable to be admitted to the core, six feet under rocks
One granite rock-thing above ground with words that follow your full name’s judgement shocks.
Dancin’ in heaven, lowered below hell, innocent & not responsible for any body’s behavior et al
It ain’t a wild thing, it’s a well adjusted patron of peace, love and happiness, just a trip to free fall
As it is above it will always the same below, good that the bad & ugly are as low as you can go
It would be a thriller, a spectacle of what’s out of proportion with the peace and love backflow.
Boom voids atmosphere gets pierced by a supersonic, plastic-metal flying arrow, an F-4 or X-15
Express yourself because that’s all you have to show this world, these people what you’ve seen
Even if it’s nothing more than not-being like a Tibetan monk from Tibet, up near heaven’s gate
Prime or tertiary in the line-up for the payoff, a trade-off for your blood, sweat & tears of fate.
High or low, inside or outside the thing itself, everywhere an atom can fizz or fuse, I am FAME
Like a poker game that I can’t fold from, I have the bets, I call and raise until the losers put up
Future behind dry dreams is bleak, after all is said & done this is either a black hole or a GAME
You, whomever you are know what this existence on Earth means, life’s pet, a pet kitty or pup.
Goodbye to y’all, known and unknown for now, you won’t return the salute but that’s just fine
Coming into the triangle, hexagram or the squared, circular sphere, full of Space’s airless sign
Note cards are classified, here’s a secret I’ll share with you, they’re blank, the ink disappeared
High and mighty on the lower echelon of the stairway to heaven, you will like it too, It’s weird.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February 10, 2024, Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Eschatologically
examined ala @Baruch_Spinoza #CompleteGuideToLife on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/leoBccWOZfo?si=g3FxkZVPgzoEHKtE
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