SACRED HEARTS und
OLD SOULS
by
R J J STEPHAN
Holy scat shat in the middle of a sanctuary keepsake of the first mitotic divide between germs
All popes of the populations of every century full of continental recyclers of 3rd century terms
None leave this planet in ignorance of the reason for being alive, POTUS & POPE broken feces
Code cannot divulge the reason for the battles and wars, it’s to allow the extinction of species.
You’re the one who knows it all, no ignorance in you since dazed & confused, on the boardwalk
It’s the smells and sights of childhood playing “IT” on the beach with sisters, brothers & cousins
Meant to be the best of times, it was not only the best but also it was the only place in Space
Where you could go & come back to your home on the block, in the borough or county trace.
Abstraction from the dirty dozens I’ve laid down, you won’t forget where I left off, remind me
Pricked your ears up long enough to force a recollection of the itch you will get to scratch, see?
Higher than the tower of Pizza where nobody goes in fear of falling to the ground, hype fusion
Berries on bushes, plants grown from evolved seed which was created from a Big Bang foreskin.
Don’t blame the messenger but don’t forget the e-mail and the text, you’re a mortal in danger
If you forget your birth, you’ll ignore your pending doom, you go to church 52 times a stranger
To the last supper and the ascension of 208 bones in ghost form, before your conception, zero
That’s the destination as well as the origin, mathematically an Einsteinian, formless local hero.
Bless the people who taught me to speak English and write the words that mean the humans
Touched me deeply and there was no mercy on my inherited intelligence from minions’ fans
I’m a cartoon, loony and corrupted of Reality in front of your encultured face’s mind and soul
Copies from a million spins of Earth, wobbling on an ecliptic, then caput, That Is It, That’s All!
Business from inception to conception, it’s your favorite foreign movie that you’ve seen in sizes
In the end, it’s the best finale since the original silent movie, frames on film, light on a screen
It’s marriage with benefits, I guess I was always the lucky one, partners got the boobie prizes
Danger of crashing into invisible rocks under the surface, so you gotta swim forever as a teen.
Margin between the candy, rotten teeth, diabetic failure of adrenal glands, etc, etc, etc I digress
Here we go again from the beginning, only the 1st time since the last time, y’all gotta be pizz’d
Queerly in the fix I had nothing at all to do with other than being in the wrong place and time
Suspenseful animation of final judgements until I straighten out my karmic debt, I will be One!
On or off of the sand above the wet ocean’s H2O, liquid gas of this third world from God’s sun
My fathers’ and mothers’ filled up Time and Space with the By and By, all just because, my son
Nothing I want or need here and now or there and then, I’m a lover of this movie, my anima
Since I’m the one that’s gotta die when it’s time for me to die, I’ll live my life the way I wanna.
Sooner or later, the mask of you and yours will be annihilated without reason or rhyme, it’s OK
Like it or not, the holy nuns and profound priests and philosophers agree, always bet on da bay
More often than not, you’ll go to gaol once you begin at an Original sin, it’s curtain call’s Finale
No worries without a brain, without a brain there is no mind to worry in any case, so dilly dally.
Naked apes appeal to one another sometimes, other times, not so much, imagination rules It
Image of what the perfect DNA appears to be, regardless of behavior both past and future scat
Know it will happen, like it or not lest you become a cleric both holy and celibate as a neuter cat
Then and only then will you taste the being at One with all that exists in the universal Ape Skit.
Pretending to be both alive and able to live after death, that’s a mockery of the thing itself, I am
Spirit out of the sun shining 360 degrees from its core, moment in Time is Earth’s spinning spam
Used to it to survive as one of the most fit specimens that aliens from another dimension ogled
As if we, both you & I, in addition to the already deceased & ones not yet conceived, God bled.
Dressed up in formal military attire, a funeral for the one I thought I was, I’m watchin’ the show
Not moving from my point of view, eyelids are shut tight, yet I see every single face prayin’ too
The ways in the gangways and side yards were the way to get away from the predator honkies
In the windy city, funky town for the kid I was, made me what I am, today, here and now funky.
Pretending isn’t easy unless you believe that Life is but a dream you will awaken from, ain’t a lie
Or later it will be the present and you all will be in the past, nothing personal, it’s the way it is
Being immortal is a fantastic illusion, a grand illusion created by mortals who get ready to die
Beer and wine fill your head and feet with bloody smoke that dissipates in the Void of Pizzaz.
Do not touch my LP records, leave ‘em all alone, where did you put all of my records? All gone
How did they get out of my room? You took them, you got them somewhere? Y’all stole ‘em?
Trouble is for the rest of your life, why you did that will come back to haunt you, karma got it
Right back in the pocket where it’s supposed to be, even steven, that’s the way it oughta be.
Whisper to the souls and hearts that have no audiophiles, there is a way to be smart & dumb
Both are required to comprehend the other, a match made above and below heaven for some
You and you and you and you, you all get a halo but not the same power to will things to be in
Nearly none have the most except one, that’s me, I am the Cadillac, y’all the VW’s, even steven.
On a freeway, turnpike, highway on the other side, aha, aha, rollin’ on the roadway of sin
Compete with yourself and always beat the loser, you’re winning the end game’s trophy
Champion of dead bones in the cemeteries and dissipated ash, dust & bone in the wind
Sickened healthy like conservatives and radicals in an atheist Marxist/Taoist/Stalinist sea.
Fill your cups and glasses now as there was a time not long ago, as I moved from The Rest
Only you know and I know what that means, rigor mortis the Truth regarding mortal pests
You have friends and relatives who won’t know until the last gasp, it ain’t your path though
Which path you’ll choose at the crossroads, God knows, I guess it’s One out of Two ghosts.
Sacred heart under rib cage, protection from mortal blows, not from immortal original sin
North to South pole of this planet evidence of immortality, Zeus, Buddha, Moh and G.Zus
Zoroaster and Zorro have an integral place on the timeline, occult theoretical speculation
Breathe in O2 atmospheric gas, exhale all plant gas exhaust, exhibit Man’s extinct zoos.
Google your original sin, what was it exactly that violated the law of the original black hole
Many more than a few have the answer, it’s a secret of occult knowledge, you’ll be so droll
Not your fault, you’re an orphan who learned from other orphans without honor, Evil’s goal
Yet, nevertheless and heretofore from here on out, mums the word, Word Up salute, SKOAL.
Bombs and anchors away my boys, you will not be goin’ home any longer, die for the people
They’ll spit on your uniform like the good, the bad & the ugly hippies of Frisco’s holy steeple
Then to work, to school, to meet the girls & boys you’ll see for short or long times, my son
Planet is not immortal, neither are the bodies existing via asexual and sexual reproduction.
Then if and only if you comprehend the impossible dreams, you’ll never attain them lest dead
No air, just a cadaver to contain the unmoving stench of drank wine and masticated rye bread
High as you may become inhaling terps & tweaking chemical TNT, you’ll die in the end as well
Nobody gets out alive, priest, holy woman or tramp and losers who believe in fairy dust in hell.
Die now or later, it doesn’t matter, you’ll know I’m right in an instant, hope you got two people
To take holy care of the remains you leave on the dirty rocks built on concrete foundation steel
In the mood, not in a mode to succeed and failure is immanent for the holy fly on the dry wall
God explained Nothing, science fiction’s The 1 Way, so ready to fly deep into a pitch-Black Ball
All popes of the populations of every century full of continental recyclers of 3rd century terms
None leave this planet in ignorance of the reason for being alive, POTUS & POPE broken feces
Code cannot divulge the reason for the battles and wars, it’s to allow the extinction of species.
You’re the one who knows it all, no ignorance in you since dazed & confused, on the boardwalk
It’s the smells and sights of childhood playing “IT” on the beach with sisters, brothers & cousins
Meant to be the best of times, it was not only the best but also it was the only place in Space
Where you could go & come back to your home on the block, in the borough or county trace.
Abstraction from the dirty dozens I’ve laid down, you won’t forget where I left off, remind me
Pricked your ears up long enough to force a recollection of the itch you will get to scratch, see?
Higher than the tower of Pizza where nobody goes in fear of falling to the ground, hype fusion
Berries on bushes, plants grown from evolved seed which was created from a Big Bang foreskin.
Don’t blame the messenger but don’t forget the e-mail and the text, you’re a mortal in danger
If you forget your birth, you’ll ignore your pending doom, you go to church 52 times a stranger
To the last supper and the ascension of 208 bones in ghost form, before your conception, zero
That’s the destination as well as the origin, mathematically an Einsteinian, formless local hero.
Bless the people who taught me to speak English and write the words that mean the humans
Touched me deeply and there was no mercy on my inherited intelligence from minions’ fans
I’m a cartoon, loony and corrupted of Reality in front of your encultured face’s mind and soul
Copies from a million spins of Earth, wobbling on an ecliptic, then caput, That Is It, That’s All!
Business from inception to conception, it’s your favorite foreign movie that you’ve seen in sizes
In the end, it’s the best finale since the original silent movie, frames on film, light on a screen
It’s marriage with benefits, I guess I was always the lucky one, partners got the boobie prizes
Danger of crashing into invisible rocks under the surface, so you gotta swim forever as a teen.
Margin between the candy, rotten teeth, diabetic failure of adrenal glands, etc, etc, etc I digress
Here we go again from the beginning, only the 1st time since the last time, y’all gotta be pizz’d
Queerly in the fix I had nothing at all to do with other than being in the wrong place and time
Suspenseful animation of final judgements until I straighten out my karmic debt, I will be One!
On or off of the sand above the wet ocean’s H2O, liquid gas of this third world from God’s sun
My fathers’ and mothers’ filled up Time and Space with the By and By, all just because, my son
Nothing I want or need here and now or there and then, I’m a lover of this movie, my anima
Since I’m the one that’s gotta die when it’s time for me to die, I’ll live my life the way I wanna.
Sooner or later, the mask of you and yours will be annihilated without reason or rhyme, it’s OK
Like it or not, the holy nuns and profound priests and philosophers agree, always bet on da bay
More often than not, you’ll go to gaol once you begin at an Original sin, it’s curtain call’s Finale
No worries without a brain, without a brain there is no mind to worry in any case, so dilly dally.
Naked apes appeal to one another sometimes, other times, not so much, imagination rules It
Image of what the perfect DNA appears to be, regardless of behavior both past and future scat
Know it will happen, like it or not lest you become a cleric both holy and celibate as a neuter cat
Then and only then will you taste the being at One with all that exists in the universal Ape Skit.
Pretending to be both alive and able to live after death, that’s a mockery of the thing itself, I am
Spirit out of the sun shining 360 degrees from its core, moment in Time is Earth’s spinning spam
Used to it to survive as one of the most fit specimens that aliens from another dimension ogled
As if we, both you & I, in addition to the already deceased & ones not yet conceived, God bled.
Dressed up in formal military attire, a funeral for the one I thought I was, I’m watchin’ the show
Not moving from my point of view, eyelids are shut tight, yet I see every single face prayin’ too
The ways in the gangways and side yards were the way to get away from the predator honkies
In the windy city, funky town for the kid I was, made me what I am, today, here and now funky.
Pretending isn’t easy unless you believe that Life is but a dream you will awaken from, ain’t a lie
Or later it will be the present and you all will be in the past, nothing personal, it’s the way it is
Being immortal is a fantastic illusion, a grand illusion created by mortals who get ready to die
Beer and wine fill your head and feet with bloody smoke that dissipates in the Void of Pizzaz.
Do not touch my LP records, leave ‘em all alone, where did you put all of my records? All gone
How did they get out of my room? You took them, you got them somewhere? Y’all stole ‘em?
Trouble is for the rest of your life, why you did that will come back to haunt you, karma got it
Right back in the pocket where it’s supposed to be, even steven, that’s the way it oughta be.
Whisper to the souls and hearts that have no audiophiles, there is a way to be smart & dumb
Both are required to comprehend the other, a match made above and below heaven for some
You and you and you and you, you all get a halo but not the same power to will things to be in
Nearly none have the most except one, that’s me, I am the Cadillac, y’all the VW’s, even steven.
On a freeway, turnpike, highway on the other side, aha, aha, rollin’ on the roadway of sin
Compete with yourself and always beat the loser, you’re winning the end game’s trophy
Champion of dead bones in the cemeteries and dissipated ash, dust & bone in the wind
Sickened healthy like conservatives and radicals in an atheist Marxist/Taoist/Stalinist sea.
Fill your cups and glasses now as there was a time not long ago, as I moved from The Rest
Only you know and I know what that means, rigor mortis the Truth regarding mortal pests
You have friends and relatives who won’t know until the last gasp, it ain’t your path though
Which path you’ll choose at the crossroads, God knows, I guess it’s One out of Two ghosts.
Sacred heart under rib cage, protection from mortal blows, not from immortal original sin
North to South pole of this planet evidence of immortality, Zeus, Buddha, Moh and G.Zus
Zoroaster and Zorro have an integral place on the timeline, occult theoretical speculation
Breathe in O2 atmospheric gas, exhale all plant gas exhaust, exhibit Man’s extinct zoos.
Google your original sin, what was it exactly that violated the law of the original black hole
Many more than a few have the answer, it’s a secret of occult knowledge, you’ll be so droll
Not your fault, you’re an orphan who learned from other orphans without honor, Evil’s goal
Yet, nevertheless and heretofore from here on out, mums the word, Word Up salute, SKOAL.
Bombs and anchors away my boys, you will not be goin’ home any longer, die for the people
They’ll spit on your uniform like the good, the bad & the ugly hippies of Frisco’s holy steeple
Then to work, to school, to meet the girls & boys you’ll see for short or long times, my son
Planet is not immortal, neither are the bodies existing via asexual and sexual reproduction.
Then if and only if you comprehend the impossible dreams, you’ll never attain them lest dead
No air, just a cadaver to contain the unmoving stench of drank wine and masticated rye bread
High as you may become inhaling terps & tweaking chemical TNT, you’ll die in the end as well
Nobody gets out alive, priest, holy woman or tramp and losers who believe in fairy dust in hell.
Die now or later, it doesn’t matter, you’ll know I’m right in an instant, hope you got two people
To take holy care of the remains you leave on the dirty rocks built on concrete foundation steel
In the mood, not in a mode to succeed and failure is immanent for the holy fly on the dry wall
God explained Nothing, science fiction’s The 1 Way, so ready to fly deep into a pitch-Black Ball
.by
c. Mercredi, 5-28-2025 AD 911 AMPST
{ Trippin’ the light
fantastic, drafted while jammin’ to the @Stylistics HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ixidAT5yklk?si=U9ogO_tEegaj7Uzj
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F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Whispers Beyond the Cosmos
Between the stars where silence weeps,
And distant galaxies whisper secrets deep,
There lies a realm both strange and fair,
Where aliens traverse the timeless air.
In ships of light that shimmer bright,
They dance through voids devoid of night,
Emerald eyes with wisdom old,
Their tales of worlds both hot and cold.
Through wormholes vast and nebulae,
They wander free, they roam and play,
Unbound by time’s relentless flow,
Their essence pure, their spirits glow.
They gaze upon our spinning sphere,
And wonder what it is we fear,
For we are bound by clocks and days,
While they exist in endless ways.
Their minds a tapestry of lore,
Of futures past and ancient yore,
They greet us in our fleeting dreams,
And guide us with ethereal beams.
Oh, beings of the great unknown,
Your mysteries to us have shown,
That life transcends both time and space,
In every distant star’s embrace.
So let us lift our eyes above,
And seek the truth with boundless love,
For in the depths of cosmic flight,
We find the dawn of endless light.
There lies a realm both strange and fair,
Where aliens traverse the timeless air.
In ships of light that shimmer bright,
They dance through voids devoid of night,
Emerald eyes with wisdom old,
Their tales of worlds both hot and cold.
Through wormholes vast and nebulae,
They wander free, they roam and play,
Unbound by time’s relentless flow,
Their essence pure, their spirits glow.
They gaze upon our spinning sphere,
And wonder what it is we fear,
For we are bound by clocks and days,
While they exist in endless ways.
Their minds a tapestry of lore,
Of futures past and ancient yore,
They greet us in our fleeting dreams,
And guide us with ethereal beams.
Oh, beings of the great unknown,
Your mysteries to us have shown,
That life transcends both time and space,
In every distant star’s embrace.
So let us lift our eyes above,
And seek the truth with boundless love,
For in the depths of cosmic flight,
We find the dawn of endless light.
by
Art Intelli
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