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BRIDE IS GREATER THAN

MOMENTARY LAPSES OF REASON

Of course, there’s no reason to cry about the situation, it’s not going to change the outcome

Parents and children move about from school to school attempting to graduate from all dumb

As above this grind, so below it is before or after One self-realization of invisible souls’ shine

Before your mother & father met, you didn’t exist here, there or anywhere, it’s all the time.

High, low, inside or outside, atomic to astronomic, What this is, Who you are, can’t be denied

You’re everything that can be consciously aware that life is being lived & death is the end of It

Pleading and praying will not alter the consequence of the fatal mitotic division of an egg bed

Isolated to evolve and assimilate into the host, the womb spurts the code from the tomb scat.

High or low, thick or thin, already gone before I ever got in, it’s like a thing you do, then forget

It’s the nature of the beast as it is, was & always will be, an inferior superior in perpetual debt

Questioning nothing until forced to find & drink & eat the food for thought my labor produced

Last supper for the last time, no more defecation for the minions to hide and disguise as gold.

Without the manure, the seeds and plants cannot get a grip on the multiplication division, yet

Some of us who are so full of it we’ve got brown eyes, stuffed to the hilt, to the brain without

Everything you need to know but it doesn’t matter when you’re all alone, mired in the doubt

About the facts of life you weren’t told, you’re alive & on your own until a bitter ending pout.

Hardy or paltry, the fixings are identical except in the vision of the far sided, it’s all too close

Being above and beyond all things, as a USAF F4 or F106, I can make a case for the H2O hose

Without water there’s rocky dirt, leftover astral dust from imaginary, big bang of live divinity.

Social, political & economic skills required for success, got ‘em, succeeded to consume infinity.

Holier than you will ever be, since I never had any original or mortal sin against demigods

Counting backward from two million, Time and Space get taken for granted, dead seed pods

All about the casing that the sausage gets stuffed into, the mothers and fathers in dire straits

Yoyos doin’ the do, fillin’ out the forms’ blanks with mirror reflection of the empty fish baits.

Moving refrigerators, hot water heaters, dish & clothes washers and dryers from day to day

Never an end you’ll ever be able to reflect on, when you’re gone, you’re all gone, no options

Heal the disease and enhance the health from waking to sleeping, one or an infinite era, AOK

Brisk or slow as a turtle with nothing to do but scat, eat, mate & watch idiots’ fishin’ the bay.

Knowing what you know now, you know you don’t know anything about diddly squat, so be it

It’s an Omen, to Truth that is immortally present in every time Past & Future too, it’s no S#IT

Humming and strumming doin’ my thing until the S#it all got hung out to dry, nothing’s easy

Wicked in the Wikipedia appendixes commentary, full of the most innocuous scat in the kitty.

Or is it the real reality still to come after all of your progeny’s weddings in a NY state of mind

I don’t believe any of your invalid conclusions can be true, premises assumed and assigned

Subjects predicated the objects, modified or not, just noise of paranoid voices, scared to be

Alive and all alone without the parental guidance that reincarnated forces require, now I see.

I have an unacceptable ultimatum for you & yours to entertain as if there’s no tomorrow at all

Today is the final spin of Earth you are allowed, accidentally on purpose, I’m a man, I will fall

Down or up, in or out all the same Atoms to Singularity suck, no equal, dream’ a little dream

I loved her Door madly, she reciprocated, we duplicated the thing itself, origin in the Cream.

Fillin’ the blanks in with incursive code only a literati might comprehend, maybe or maybe not

For me to guess is like saying let me breathe in or you can treat me like a dead man coming on

To the heads of the state to the little feet of the nation that pay taxes or die from overworking

Degreed & elevated to the winner of the game, Ends’ death comes to claim a sing-sing thing.

Whispers so soft you can’t hear the words, can’t comprehend the gist of the diatribe’s blather

Found everything was a display of random guesses, educated yet still, only highly probable so

Maybe the worries behind you ought to be recollected, they will help the ending come sooner

Wake up now, no more time for you, you the last one to come alive, y’all really are just a HO!

Simple to complex on a number line from zero to negatives and positives, line 1’s & 0’s to boot

Ill defined nature of the beast we entertain awaits clarification, on the 208 bones & flygirl pokes

All of us are innocent of the guilty conscience that we don’t consume deals with the red devil

If ya wanna git to heaven ya gotta raise a little Hades, encore my Earth, caput, that’s all folks!

Sink into the mud slinging of the gods and now hear this, the captain goes down with the ship

That’s not an old wives tale, it’s the code of Davy Jones’ Locker, combination is 36 right, 1 & 0

If you can’t jump the sharks that brothers from other mothers can jump, crossroads of tears

Bleak ahead of the pitch darkness, shining star no matter who you are, killin’ cheers for fears.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, August 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Rocked the casbah & drafted this ruse while listenin’ to @DireStraits #ChecksForFree on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wTP2RUD_cL0 }

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#DownTheLineDolamite #GrouchNoSloucho #HowdyDoody #FelixTheCat #MASH #TRUMP #PsychodelicShack

YOU AIN’T NO GROUCHO MARX macho MAN

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There’s more than one way to rock but you’ve got no choice on which way to begin, all’s open

Feeling the monster under your bed or in your bedroom closet upstairs & away from holy sin

Regrets that I don’t have a thing to do with the luck from my father’s mother, Gramma Gert

Down the line from the Irish ancestor who cracked the Blarney Stone, legend of #Dolamiter.

Where’s young-elder Jane Fonda, where’s the Students who have blind faith in their leaders

Hippies and the Dead they follow are into the middle fork of life, a Woodstock long gone fears

Hurry & lock the door from the inside so you can’t get out when nobody’s picking the padlock

I have some jokes I’ve never seen on paper, I memorized them all, word for word, go tick tock.

In a manner of speaking, as above, so below, there’s no way to fathom a fertile egg evolution

On a divine cloud nine, only a human can contemplate the nature of a psychadelic shack of tin

Here we go again, as if there were any other choice in the direction of the wild fires burnin’ up

Matches and lighters, campfires and your ash from cigars, cigarettes & hot ash phuq in a cup.

Prisons keep the killers of civilization at bay, no stealing, no cheating, no spitting, no freedom

All for the sake of keeping the species safe from predators who fail to be an adequate hunter

Could be your father, mother, brother, sister or cousin, as long as it’s not you, you’ll keep it up

Without being framed for nothing you’ve done, can’t rinse out soap scum out the mug cup.

Here’s a mirage and there’s a phantasm of the mental recollection, dream in a dream’s film

There and then you’ll move the rare earth from the spinnin’ rock dust over to the aft or helm

It’s the sailors and the motor mechanics that move the ship between the waves of salty sea

Y’all quit flappin’ your gums, your jaws need to remain clenched, locked down, DOA to be.

Kings, queens and weak military leaders of the navies, armies & air forces have no mercy

They are not the higher intellects of the DNA gene pool, afterall, it’s random butterfingery

Taste and an olfactory whiff impossible to reckon, it’s all that’s left to blinded deaf & dumbs

No offense, most effective defense, game begins, rules & ethics begets wins & losses sums.

Fortunately, an atom and it’s subatomic charm have made it through a big bang of hydro gas

It’s all we are and were always meant to be, an accident in the middle of nowhere’s overpass

Queen labored & begot the rest of the galaxy’s solar systems all at once, an astral scorch spark

Atop of the water tower, sniper blew the head off the shoulders, stand down order overruled.

It’s all over, do better the next time, learn from the failure of texting your blackberries, eh pal

It’s all in the way you hire the people who protect the men & women who run America’s show

Fly on your broom as a witch on a dust broom might, from cauldron to the wicked white blow

When you move to and fro, you keep the target out of sight, unscoped and microscoped et al.

There & then when you drew your initial suck of gas, allowed to the tiny lung sacs growing up

Cats both large and pets in the house of mankind, they alone can be the predator to creep out

Things they kill to eat without cooking on fired-up stoves or camp fire lickn’ flames’ barbeque

Drinkin’ the spirits and blamin’ the world for all your errors and fake news’ out of the blue.

In the end as it should be, you’ll finally realize why this life had to be lived just to roll the dice

I have no problem with that at all, I appreciate evil breath I take, as above, so below black ice

You don’t know what it will be but there will be the last thing you see, then caput, it’s all over

Neither you nor I can do anything about a sound of wine grapes dripping into cups of a lover.

More sleep needs to be input to reiterate the output outpouring into the wild blue yonder

You can’t find the monkey who fell out of the coconut tree because that monkey was me

Predicate subjected to adverb modified verbs and adjectives, articles, interjections of logic

Reason at best soothes the savage beast, the Truth you can’t handle comedy for the tragic.

Stillborn out of Time in the Space of the liberty to move about beginning wih zip, zilch, zero

Larger than the smallest speck of matter in the neutrino range of the astrophysical, it’s done

As tiny particles conglomerate until they obliterate everything in between my soul man hero

Exoplanets are aligned as they infrequently line up in an imaginary straight line from our sun.

Stop momentum before you analyze every angle resulting in polymorphous Hootie on a dime

In a wretched game of Tug of War, one side pulls the other side so close it’s smothered Time

Dead and gone with the keys buried in the underground with the dead bones & urns of blow

Halted tracks, forget the memory lapse, it’s here & gone in no time, ad hominem Jim Crow.

I can dish it out but it’s difficult if not impossible to take it the same way, my bailiwick forms

For the low price of ticket to see some guitars and dru--ms accompany pianos, voice & horns

Tellin’ you the Truth from Illinois to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California fog

Saw Mount Ranier to the American River’s Salmon Falls, then onto my tiny bump on the log.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July XXXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST

#DoubleClutchinForYoMama

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