@ApplesForAdamsKids a uno, dos, tres . . .

WAR ALL OF IT; SOME OF IT; NONE OF IT!  COPY THAT!  #DEAD @Jerry Garcia

FRACTION TWIXT nil TO INFINITY

Phenomenology violates the ignorance of the unknown, appearing goofy dogs down under
UFO’s go above & below your own capacity to perceive black & blue wild oats over yonder
Nothing worse than mockery of what you know, wisdom gleaned, all too human nonsense
Will to know the Truth may cause you & others to be injured by the pain of disappointment.

Can’t allow the encroachment upon the human forms by a supra-presence of a holy dink
No god in the universe, no god on or off of Earth or any other planet, force of smoke, I’m all
Completely in the presence of the death of me, I didn’t desire or hope for it, startin’ to fall
Somebody told me to fold some Space-Time atoms into a separate reality, Mind in synch.

One point on the matrix cannot be seen by mankind from Earth nor from the moon beam
Falling into love or falling down on the floor, dropping dead as a door nail’s sortie stream
Matter and the energy being burned into power to animate inanimate rocks & stone dust
Robot on a late shift or the graveyard shift, digging holes in the yard for diamonds & rust.

Sickened unto birth and the death of the holy soul, all the body is a heartbeat, that is all
Strangle your necks and the murder she wrote about before it happened, throw the ball
Around the fields and gridirons, courts and alleys of fame and fortune, nothing matters
Every grave goes unvisited, yours, mine & your loved & hated ones, reality she scatters.

Mountains and deep holes in the burnt-out ash of Earth, the 3rd one from the all-star Ra
Apes devolve as we speak, humans & their progeny both genders mixed with grog & sin
Imperative to command your military to win the war & declare peace by the atom’s Zen
Harmony and humor, accidentally the freedom to have the two senses, all too human.

Blown your nose in your hanky, it’s the exhaust of your living breath, no need to store it
Clear light means too bright to miss, blind as a bat yet perfect ultrasound reception chit
On your honor, you may stay in my castle as long as you stay neat & clean, if not, be blue
Professional amateur human being, evolved from a living cell, just one and then two too.

High or low pressure inside of your hoses and tubes, capillaries, veins & arterial scream
Moving with the heartbeat from head-to-toe ad infinitum trajectory to the immortal Hole
Where you can’t go until Your Time, You will know when, you got Adam’s apple streaming
Monks and monkeys share the word, the letters & the keys, It Is God, It’s a queen’s King!

Beer, wine, whiskey, tequila & the cactus with the smoke, puns without the gist of humor
That’s the point of no return, allowing your awareness to go there, you’re still on the floor
Look up higher than the micrometer above the tile and you will elevate your space case
From the bottom of the barrel of monkeys to the hilt of the higher ground’s angel phase.

Spoke up the moment I got woke and felt the urge to move to the groove, immediately
No choice of freedom not to move, staying in one place is a target for a bull’s eye creed
What I believe is not knowledge or wisdom, it’s an organized deduction of assumptions
Trusting that you’re a kind human being and you only defend yourself from being freed.

Keepers and pretenders to the throne next to you all who protest that you can’t dine in
Port where you launch your rowboat onto the sea, getting ready for the dissolution skin
Of our fathers, mothers, sisters & brothers, all knew rhythm & rhyme of grateful deads
Starlit, photosynthetic zeroes & transformed energy into recyclable mob bullheads.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi 3-3-24 AD @ 1414 hours PST
{ Beware of Dead Dogs, back or front doors hunting invisible souls who cannot be alive in an all too human body, drafted this diamond while jammin’ to @TowerOfPower #HITS ON LINK @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs }

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