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Saturday, February 03, 2024

Mud, Blood, Beer... Anything Else? Thank You Gracias Merci Danka

There’s nothing like something  else

SsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssL I F EsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Give me two moments to gather my philosophical things, books of words, all of my backpack’s share
Inside is all I own, outside is all that I can carry for the hike of a lifetime from no place to somewhere
Beyond the War and the Peace that the human hive of culture and civilization provides for the germs
Which need the agar of the petri dish to survive and be the most fit of them all to reproduce worms.

Which is all you get at the end, believe it or not, it’s not my fault so don’t shoot the UPS messengers
The miracle of the day is that I have survived the multiple millennia of the good, bad & ugly strangers
God is my witness if God exists, the Void is filled with an almighty lover of created, random acid heads
No fear of the unknown because it’s what I am, the essence that preceded my existence, love beads.

Hippies left them for me in the #Haight @Haight-Ashbury somethin’ somethin’ somethin’ ad infinitum
It’s a mental malfunction of the colors registered inside of the imaginary black hole in the heads’ minds
For once in everyone’s brief moment in Time’s life, all too human boys & girls, all of the women and men
Hearts are in control of the souls, the hunger for eating and defecating cannot be mitigated by gold finds.

Pierce the body’s organic chemistry with the solid, permanent Truth about the reason for being alive too
For the millions of ignorant and wise asses who know it all, got a tidbit of all that’s leftover to all of you
Recollect the day after you die, it’s a memory in the future, you have Time’s access, push the button now
Fill Emptiness with blazing neon lights of the avenues and boulevards, it’s pure love for milk of the cow.

Beats keep up with the drum bangs and cymbal crashes in the middle of the silent nights I get in ashes
Matter doesn’t matter at all if you’re dead and gone, it’s the Matter only if alive & kicking in the stall
My mule banged my head against the brick wall and now it’s just a matter of time, unconscious to All
Breathing in & out with an artificial, electric lung plugged into infinite energy leaking out in the Void.

Pierce the silence, beat up your loving heroes and heroines because you ain’t one of them, jealousy
Will kill it all, not everyone gets the gift of random sexual reproduction, it’s the odds you’ll lose cache
Through no fault of one’s own you’ll get the blame for being irresponsible by the jealous, in a nutshell
Inferior forms that nature allowed to be conceived, born alive & thrived as if gifted punks created Hell.

What can you do if the divine remains Unmoved? It’s important to comprehend the perfect lips singin’
All y’all need to know about is what’s in front of your blinded, ape eyes, hard of hearing ears ringin’
Gone 24/7 buzz as if that was important to remind the brain that ten decades of life may be appropriate
For some but not them all, I don’t know how many are left to care one way or the other, what gods ate.

Communism to eat the body & drink the blood of God, blessed bread & vino down to Sacrament-Toes
Above and beyond everywhere you can imagine, stars burn gas, sometimes gather for concert blows
Tones of music and meaning of the lyrics filter into the Void, your mind flies into the fully empty skies
Love here & now, bygones Hate, look at all blackness without me, atom of Eve, yes, indeed, pleased?

Quit laughing at the sorrow and injustice you’ll forget the moment you’ve lost consciousness’ senses
Whether the world without you & I will be happy or sad or exist at all is probably just a Supernova’s
Not everyone loves the Truth & Knowledge leftover by the wise women and men who wrote it down
Expecting superman to save us all from the harm of death, our 208 bones, holy Dove got overblown.

Just a granite stone above the ground for some, others a pauper hole, yet holy & sacred, nevertheless
Circles back to the first conception of orgasm that caused you to be here, oh man, I must sin, I confess
All better than the sadness and grief associated with the pain and suffering hanging in the front room
Or the back room, any room above & below every floor from the ground to the witches of the broom.

Chicago town burned thanks to Mrs. O’Leary, but it was her cow that kicked over the lantern, 1st BBQ
Steaks & ground up cow muscles’ hamburgers made of red beef, took a while to cause death to a few
Nobody alive and nobody who hasn’t been born yet will survive the last breath, last heartbeat down
Jaw agape, bacteria eat a thing itself from within until out of sight & mind, eaten & shat, mind blown!

I’m pathologically lying but since I’m conscious of this fait accompli, ain’t a problem to cause the ends
Of the original sin, when innocence is not allowed to go unpunished by the powers that be, not I friends
Do not shoot Truth’s messenger for the poke in the eye, maybe use the other eye to see the Truth of ZEN
The Way is not to worry about anything, all out of our hands, a myth is we’re all lions of iniquity’s den.

Pain in the mind and body, suffering unto the final blink of the eyes, at last forever and a day, I’m gone
Like I wasn’t here in the first or second place, there’s no way to find the door to the perception before
Nothing but blackness without any light, no ultraviolet or infrared, nothing in between twilight’s door
High minded, smoked the fired up sweet leaf until the brain’s matter didn’t really matter, Jesus’ whore.

She just loved the man, she bore the man, she devoured the man, mother Earth hungry as a dirty bum
No food stamps to help her with her children, no milk and cheese from cows or eggs from a chick totem
Pole from the ground up to as high as the tower of babel could have gone, a mission of the empty mind
Lost in Space, everywhere you are, you go nowhere, Nothing is there in Valhalla heaven, Gold, stop sign.

Original sinner at the origin we didn’t create but we’ve been set up for ethical communication with dogs
Hungry men, obedient if well-fed & trained to protect the master’s matrix of naked apes & free warthogs
Battles of the wars left the dead above and below the dirty territory lo sing H2O into Space, ad infinitum
When the cool water disappears, Life will become extinct, mind the A-bombs, infidel’s arsenal scrotum.

Full house with aces over kings, it’s a winning backhand that always jacks the pot up to the table’s hilt
Losers will never know the winning charge that comes and goes in a New York minute, it’s a heavy skill
Only used by the ones who don’t fear the sore loser reaction to losing their stack of chips to the winner
Don’t draw unless you want death to approach your ghost, disobey Law and become the soul of a loser.

I’ve got the ticket to the amusement carrying us onto the finish line of the human race for immortality
Saved souls saving the hopeless and unsaved from destiny, the same one you always save, pour the tea
Smoke the flowers and burn the candles flame at both ends, no time to spare, really, really hurry up too
Because your Time’s almost up, you gotta get down, go to the light, leave Nothing behind but the Blues.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 3rd  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Sucked the words right out of my mouth this AM, while jammin’ to LIVE @StevieWonder 2009 concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Oqxs2WutrzQ?si=Xz1-nnakJ_vM2qwi }
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