TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, JUST SKIP IT CHIEF!
ONE LAST JUDGEMENT CALL,
I aM THE CHIT, we SO SORRY
The old girls turned into elder females of the species, no zoo for them, all too humans
Singing in the rain or suntanning under a red-hot ball of burning hydrogen alit lumens
Count backward from a hundred and before you’re down to ninety, you’ll lose control
If and only if you have no power to control the spin of men & the wobbling Earth’s soul.
See and hear, smell and taste and now you can feel me, it’s the Midas Touch, it’s golden
Rocks just chips off of the leftover vein of baked lava, I can dig it in the change of London
What you know is the redcoats wanted to get George Washington & the rebels to secede
How and when are the questions which beg to be responded to, then y’all quote a creed.
The king of England didn’t know that this was the promised land, 13 colonies air of millions
Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Monroe & “The Others” who know who they were, 1st dates
Crazy the word denotes the actions of a savage or a joker who plays tricks on birds & mates
Uptown or downtown in the ghetto between two rivers, no gold ore yields jackpot’s billions.
Realty and fantasy at one and the same time, appeal to the open mind with a liberated ID
Deep within or right out in the open, it’s all the exact same experience and reaction to It
What it is, the substance conglomerate of gluons and the morphed forms known as peeps
Me and you and everyone else alive knows, Id’s gonna make the species get what It reaps.
I agree with nobody about anything except Plato & Aristotle in the books of the rank & file
In the neo-classics category, most folks live & die without knowing why, we’re scat in a pile
Tornadoes roll through town and everyone thinks of the wizard of Oz, luck of a dusty draw
It’s all she wrote, folks, game is meat & it’s nobody’s food but mine, elk & deer bloody, raw.
Philosopher’s stone lost & found inside of the padlocked treasure chest, down underwater
Pirates and royal men and women who feigned importance as most fit to survive the banter
Of vermin and all too human far right & left ways to get to the middle path of less resistance
Out of all bullseyes, a murder of crows caw at stoned faces, Jolly Roger’s skull dug prance.
This here and that there are right in front of everyone’s holy face, Presence’s fate to be
Everywhere that’s Past & Future are the places where the Hamlets will nevermore see
Simple & all too human apes bring home bacon, but the pigs & hogs returned-pork bad
Long guns & pistols a caliber .22 to .270, 30:06, .38, .44, .45 or .500 Bushwhacker dad!
Before you die, you’ll payback the whole shebang or be denied entry into a holy Valhalla
Vikings & queens of the warriors’ mothers who pretended that childbirth was a love thing
Result of coitus and conception to generate the origin of the Void’s collapse into One dot
Midway monsters crooning a Word to the deaf ones who turned out to be the dumb spot.
Punks & phony geniuses complete the whole shebang, fractions of One divided by a Zero
I run the riff and the beats bangin’ on the drums, the mics have speed to ears of anti-hero
Prism isn’t doin’ its active shooter gig of the sun’s fired-up atoms, so dark, invisible wisp
Long or short lived, matter doesn’t really matter except for particles without a mass’ lisp.
By the bye-bye, I lean over to divulge the silent secret that only the One knows, not to be
Shook up the pills in the vile to get some satisfaction from the ground of being mama dirt
She gave it all, I got it all & I’ll never give up the ghost, it’s not in the stars or the card keys
Holy door, above or below the latch-handle knob, for my skull’s downhill skeleton’s skis.
Think not about thoughts without merit, be the cause of the winning & be the trophy case
Awarded for the excellence of winning all the time, every game you play with leather & lace
Bobbing for apples is for a bigger mouth than anyone’s blessed with, except a dragon myth
Fear the hate of the lovers of mythological smoke & mirrors, they’re all donna die forthwith.
Pseudo-Faith, hot chimera nobody sees coming, y’all do die ala fast car or in a casket bed
Everyday & every time you think about your existence & your mortality, Fear of the Undead
Blown gaskets leaving the power to dissipate before the music’s melody seared tickled feet
Woke up awakened in blazing infrared-ultraviolet light, frequency to die for in BBQ’d meat.
Once I got bit, there was no turning back from the rabid want & need for the purple liquidity
Inside the veins & arterial network, the drum beats the forwards & guards of a Windy City
What I’ve got you used to have, you lost it all when you lost focus on the dream’s final Ends
Percussion causes my concussion, copped out, flipped out, I’m all one Divinity, my friends.
It’s Time in this space of Outerspace to interface with divided, separated atoms of the Eve
Twilight zones breached & now the system can return to a black hole’s Singularity reprieve
Collapsing is the only way another way knows, expanding 'til Nothing’s left except All I AM
As above this headstone & hard water, so below holy infinite commands, all too human.
That said, it’s all been said & done before today’s sunrise, ditto after the sunset’s final blow
Subdivision inner visions in our minds programmed by K-12 & post-secondary gyp downlow
Hardly soft yet intricate enough to fit in a point without mass or volume, pencil-neck’s bone
Here we go, no choice but to get to points of no return, you were there & then, already gone.
You don’t know like I know but you will, it’s inevitable even if you wait until the last gasp
Winning isn’t everything, winning is the only thing, a small or big man blowing wind’s asp
Snake of the historical garden slithers past me, aware that my foot will stop its tail wind
Cut off from the multiplying division, adding to the subtraction until the Void signals Sin.
Violating the regulations, sympathetic empathy power annihilates what’s left things, et al
In Mississippi or Peking the void’s air is neutrality in essence, all gone to a Supernova ball
Fear of your death & your families’ leftover corpses to be burned or buried above & below
Bitten from head to toe, fired up Food, cooked what the Man’s gotta eat, it’s a chit show.
Been gone for a longer time than the star’s big bang shebang, out of time in timelessness
Slip through holy fingers, so far out of hand that the Thing Itself allows trips under duress
Forgive me not, forget me not, she loves me not due to my permutation of the sixth sense
I’m in a place to show & win it all, 1st breath pull to last gasp, I’ll gt the phuq off the fence.
Joy and full immersion in the matter’s form I’ve taken from the matrix’ nucleus, a star trek
From galaxy to universal, cosmic mass there’s the energy of speeding light as I hit the deck
Mankind queens & kings create the way to live & die, funerals for all, dead Jacks in boxes
Really reflecting now, I forgot this was a temporary stop on hot trip, come alive to be dead.
Epitaph on granite, Lived & Died So Enjoy The Ride, That’s All Folkes, a rabid rabbit foot
Luck came with or without it, just a crutch to feel that you’re on the right track, point’s moot
Last drag of smoke & mirrors for y’all, age of reason to last rights of faithful denizens’ meat
Cherry pies cut eight ways for seven pieces leftover, one whole piece, one bite of the heat.
Mystic mirror reflects ultraviolet to infrared, crisscrosses the femurs below a hard cranium
White out of a higher black flag, nothing to die for but that’s all there is, no reason or rhyme
Fly higher than you can, astronauts & cosmonauts found Nothing, don’t ask, don’t tell it all
Nothing’s function to thank God for, all flummoxed, signed, sealed & delivered a Holy Fall.
It’s a long road on a short pier to the End’s shore, trip is that no search ever ends at home
Headaches &and freezing cold hands left over before the night ends, dawn comes to come
Creating gold from dead-lead, super big bangs’ pencil-necked remnants of Jelly Rolls blood
Certainty itself & total oblivion’s nature, One principle emerges ala infinity’s darkest mood.
Only you and I know nothing better than a thing itself, original sin damned the One’s fights
Created fools or not, mortal or not, matter & energy in Big Bang dances sub-atomic bytes
Concrete or smoke & mirrors show & tell all that a mindful being needs to be happy, twice
Reason’s mystery to solve the conundrum, I can’t die if God was never alive, I’m rollin’ dice.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, XXII-XXIX-MMXXIV AD at 911 AMPST
{ Plucked out of my blue jeans this AM while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs?si=FUveEjTF7NkXLsaT }
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