Yesterday Trouble, Today Double Down & Dirty #ByeByeBabyByeBye

LIGHT AT THE END OF a TUNNEL O' LOVE

A MYTHOLOGICAL FAITH IN HOPE

I am all hyper aware of the nature of the beast, we are on the same page, a simple delight

To be alive atop of Mother Earth dirt as opposed to floating on the sea or deep space above

That is all Life, as we know it, babies learn to crawl, analyze concepts, perform & then die

Not only is this holy crap the Truth but also it can’t be denied by a rational argument’s lie.

Neither you nor anyone else you know may exhibit any opinion in public to survive demise

Who up top of the money changers by the temples have the ear of the Man’s ass, the wise?

Nobody has a hamstring injury and makes a comeback when you think about it a moment

In Time and Space, the score at the end of the games shows the losers the way to lament.

Mothers and fathers end the whole world just by the fact they’ve been born to old bastards

Nobody in their teens or early twenties have enough time to donate to train the innocents

Hence, a species becomes extinct of well-adjusted bacteria & viruses down with the bends

Mindful of mighty, absolute zero concentration, nothing when you die left over but the end.

Finding the lost words that meant something to someone who no longer lives on Earth dust

Keeping the middle of the mind too deep for anyone to attack, it’s your iron shield, dirt crust

This and that is what we’re all here for, we’re the predicate of the subjective objects in debt

Like every other area inside of a universe, your face is a reflection of the spirit’s silhouette.

Bourbon, gin, vodka, mash or whatever my girls harvested from a green giant’s flower buds

Between my ears with the input headed to the output in the middle of order & chaos’ goods

As above it is the same below, trust me since you have no choice, it’s free will to just fake it

Resolving a contradiction is simple, annihilate it all, reboot the system, the same old Chit!

Died and came back as often as the molecules were cooperating, tragedy & comedy tried

To kiss me & caress me as if it’s never been done before, only prerogative after God died

To whom it may concern, to the sir with love that nobody can duplicate, it’s all about sins

Violations of the regulations to manipulate the outcome, always in my glasses of slo gins.

Blood hunger to bring inside of your spirit’s young, becoming elder bones, to forget about it

Recollect the somber days and silent nights, sang in songs, wrote in poems, beaten a drum

Rhythm and rhyme to share with anyone not deaf & dumb as a lump of lead, turned to gold

Heated ice evaporates and disappears into the empty Space outside of the deaf and dumb.

Hellacious heaven up above clouds full of gas, hydrogen & a byte less of oxygen, yields sins

Innocent creations from an imagination of almighty essence of smoke, signals the red skins

Unknown dream I woke up from, I forget about the ticket to extinction, Life’s a wink streams

You’ll see once past the age of reason, onto the teens & elders, sentenced to life’s dreams.

Free to liberate the holy innocents, conception of gametes to play games, that’s Life, a pity

Her formation is a silhouette of all she ever was, as smoke pours out of the pipe, trump city

Mad or not, cool head doesn’t really matter at all, it’s academic, all sealed it with a kiss

Flowers smoked, Spirits sipped & swilled at the end, I had my cake & I drank all slo-gin fizz.

Heard the echo, never changes the meaning of the original sound heard in the deaf ear-hair

Never grasping the meaning of this moment to the next, as if it’s not obviously a love error

Random collisions of atoms both above and below the Earth core, out to infinity of Chicago

Dressing rooms are empty, the bands on the stage, drums start the beat to the end of Blow.

One black hole sun will do it, blow before or after you die, nobody gets out alive, I die within

Like it or not, it’s all about the passage of time when it’s not going anywhere but into Rocklin

Bears with the berries, fish eating their own, fear & loathing animation as dreams annihilate

Each other until the last one stands as the first one stood; mind games win the blind date.

Slipped and slid head-first right into home plate below the catcher’s mit grip of the league

Safe at home, winning the game, beating the odds of turning into a cess pool of the Hague

Won by the time you knew you had already lost your mind and money, all in the game of It

Wine left to drink, cashing chips, vouchers-in had for 4 G’s, winning the gold of losers’ chit.

Grotesque beasts become beautiful as RNA has been transmuted ala bovine scat styles

Braid your long hair into knots that easily return to the original state of being, gravity down

Without a pull of the Earth’s result of twirling & wobbling in orbit afar from 90 million miles

The dead cells growing out of the skull would wander willy nilly without the graves blown.

Farce is that blind faith produces the love of this life, knowing that it’s transitory as a worm

Bait on the hook to catch the big one or never getting a nibble or bite off the jailbait swarm

That don’t confront me much, it’s a catch & release back into the Gulf of America depends

Mankind pivots around in the most productive way to assist the winning swisheroo of Ends.

Bricks & mortar keep love together in the mall, the ways & means produce Einstein & Hitler

Exchange the lucky charms you’ve collected in darkness’ den of tricky old men and the sea

I recall an intrusive memory of dancin’ on the floor with beautiful hippy, Catholic potpourri

All memories of over fifty years ago still resonating in my dad’s Chevy, Ford, Plymouth killer.

I was born ready but crying like I thought it would power down, make bright lights fade

That didn’t work so, warm nipples and some infant sonnets were applied & I got made

Commands to spend the silver and gold before your last day on Earth, make no delay

Post haste, organs and saxes accompanied by the strings and percussion of yesterday.

Don’t give me the business that you know I know all about it, I taught you all you know too

Younger brother from another mother, the answers given are a benefit to the wingman zoo

In corners of the cube, there’s only one-way putts’ high jumps over ropes, ten feet higher

Gulf of America I want to be, but at least you got paid a few hundred benjamins, all on her.

Washed up without a leg left to stand on, it’s just two hands on deck with my body flowing

Like the power of a brother’s upper body strength, locomotion like the north wind blowing

Mirrors reflecting each other, unseen ahead of its time, as if improbable conclusions draw

The untrue is the false, it’s rational to deduce the conclusion, necessary and sufficient law.

Molly’s hatchet used only in an emergency to deduce the whole shebang in one fool swoop

Don’t think I don’t know about garden of Carol, who is the cause of our Free Will chain loop

Tigers & lions lead the rest of the cats to a land of Big Balls, ones God sweeps with a broom

I am not guilty of whatever blame game society; little diablo lurks in a welfare office groom.

How lame can an animal be before it’s put down with assisted, unwilled suicide by venom?

Gumbo stuck on the bottom of yo’ shoe to cover the hole on both the left & the right hoofs

Lucky that we’ve all the same destiny of the human being, here today & gone tomorrow, so

You do what you do, believing in impossible dreams, then you die & just forget about it, bro.

Nothing significant about strung thoughts together leading to a forgone conclusion scree

Reciprocate with me, you’ll find no opposition anywhere in sight, protagonism’s honeybee

Antagonistically yours whether you like it or not, you’re gonna round 3rd & a slide into home

All Time changes, each ticking second in the imagination, ego trippin’ until I can no more.

This 1st moment in the thin air that’s here & now, always was but will not always be, a Nova

Nothing any gods or prayers’ sacrifice to creators’ unseen, mystery in a south Bronx barrio

Transferred all I am, just that it all belongs to me just south of Chicago Ave’s 2nd City sewer

Lights got white before they all went out & turned black on me, broke my nose twice in two.

Neighborhoods of people who learn nothing from public school & impregnate the genome

Full of foolish boys & girls who pretend it’s all about coming to Jesus with babies on AFDC

The more you think about the morons, you become an idiot behind the mask, you’re 1 too

Inherited DNA in evolution on a Timeline in outer Space, paid attention in a 2nd grade room.

This random phase of the causes & effects will pass; a supernova engulfs it all in a Big Gulp

Without recollection, without a mind or innocent baby’s clear third eye, I mount & giddyup

1st day out the womb room, crowded into a triangular square knot, combo pizza in a poke

Full of the scat inherited from the annals of history, vinyl, tape, laserdisc, WTF R U so woke?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Gregarious as usual, drafted while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom link @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo }

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