LA FLACA, ANKH OF HER, PECAN NENA #AsAboveItIsBelow #WORDup

Ankh of LA flaca, pecan nena

Once upon my time, not yours, his or hers, my time, there were three bears in a cave
Simple minds not in the species who only cared about hunting, eating it all, a last rave
You were always as hot as a pistol, suddenly you’ve become cold as 2 frozen icecaps
Coast to coast and pole to pole, all 360 degrees about the lump of star debris, he raps!

Word, phrases, sentence, paragraph, chapter, volume, period, comma, question bang
Shot from a barrel of monkeys who never knew they were extinct in a cosmic egg thing
Played games from the womb to a tomb, ate the hot salsa for the Hades of it all, I sing
No matter, comrade you’re just an amigo & brother from another mother, drank Tang.

Only you knew before I knew, once we were both on the same page, one of us had to go
Many cannot keep the species from becoming extinct, y’all wanna kill & eat the show
At the point you triangulate upon this square deal, you’ll be the angle, line & the point
Three dimensional to four to keep the liars honest, squeezing the head into a tiny joint. 

Hurry before you seize your engine’s system, mind game over & done, it’s a smoke fear
Dying to get in, attempting a return to the unmoved mover’s suit of armor, a naked soul
Generated germs from germs from the Big Bang until right here, right now, planet 2024
Larger than Life itself, once you fly out the stratosphere, astronauts all know The Door.

As for us all, all gas mixed Magic & entertained random notions of fancied new Mexico
Here and now as it’s always been & always will be, presence of the Zeppelin Lead Gold
Beats and rhythm that you cannot impede from causing your nervous system, no hablo
Tappin’ toes, movin’ feet, legs, hands, arms, synching 208 bones, hotter than ice cold.

Day you die, it’s comin’ today, tomorrow or any other day than yesterday, gonna offend
Keep your memory in mind once your heart stops, it will fade to black in a NYC minute
Don’t laugh or cry, y’all gonna die, big thing, wide awake at a funeral y’all won’t attend
All messed up as the singular moment of the Big Bang when All was One’s scuttlebutt.

Unfree will, free choice, freebies of every category are not without an acceptable cost
At one life, all one in a holy hole in the fabric of the dimension’s time out, a twitter post
For your edification’s ethical offense, you can’t get over it without callin’ out the posse
All to come up with a way to kill all loose cannons, delete the fuzz of what chit to seize.

Holy I don’t see since I got to the bottom of the mystery, an empty vault of a holy ghost
I will not use the language to disguise the Truth, it’s not my mission assigned by Power
What I am is all I can be after 1 initial conception of the gamete & egg, tiny womb room
Smaller than a speck, fleck or shard of RNA’s DNA for the sake of survival, job blower.

Not many of the ones around here, boys and girls who can merge & succeed at the flow
Moving the bones’ magnetism every day & night until the dam impedes the spirit show
Fire & ice are the only two extremes, not good & evil, not God & Devil, just mankind ID
Fur off a hairless ape, only Fire & pure luck caused the survival for the two-handed kid.

Since it took two to tango, it is impossible that the First Man was not born from Woman
Don’t be backward dude, what would you think if you had an immaculate conception?
You’d be God’s begotten since Everything has a Cause except One God dreaming This
You finally realize what I’ve been saying all along, WTF up, Life’s a mega Sloe Gin Fizz.

Never too high or drunk so that my mind can’t pivot in a flash, to avoid death’s last tap
I ain’t gonna wait for that, it’ll come when the Time is up, I have no control, I’m all out
Sing, play the game with rules nobody follows, ready, set & go to the finish line’s crap
Rolling sevens & elevens because the die are loaded with high IQ funk, phuq a doubt.

Dear to you & me, an impediment to the extraterrestrials nobody can engage in doubt
Stuck with occult mythology & eventual corpus dillecti burned or buried as a last blow
Nobody has the fault but me, I conceived me, I bore me, I raised me, it’s all my Karma
Fire until it’s annihilated as above, so it is below, tombstone says, #GodGold #ImOUT!

Eat, drink & be merry for today may be the last day of your presence, attention please?
Knowing nothing but Wisdom of being aware that you’re a mortal, animal on the move
As you are aware, fuel you eat & drink, if fortunate to have a mama, limits the hot burn
Nurturing at mammary glands or not, there’s a formula to infuse minerals’ vitality love.

Stay after the party is over, clean the mess & reorder the chaos, appreciated by the kin
Who look at your lead and leftover examples they experience as their order of things
Knowledge, Wisdom, Ignorance, shift their commodity within form, shaped mortal sin
Always winning at the end of the game, knowing that while playing, that’s everything!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 1st MMXXV @ 1111 AMPST
{ Dread leaked out of the sieve while listenin’ to #LaFlaca in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LiSFAaOJUnw }

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#LaFlaca ...MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER, AS THE EARTH TWIRLS #HOOSIERS

LA FLACA MOVED THE UNMOVED MOVER,

AS EARTH TWIRLS

Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap
When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap
Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts
Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.

Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex
Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix
You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief
Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.

Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is
From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses
Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer
Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.

In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about
Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister
I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother
Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.

Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks
Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all
Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea
North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.

It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time
Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime
What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead
Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.

Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic
With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick
Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere
Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.

Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang
It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you
Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip
@MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.

Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go
Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro
@DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip
Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.

Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum
Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum
Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum
How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!

Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground
What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound?
Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink
Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.

If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang
Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang
Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat
Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.

Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots
At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits
To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it
Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.

It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies
Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs
High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road
Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.

Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished
I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished
Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose
Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.

You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide
You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too
This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain
You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.

Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so
Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done
No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio
Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.

Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face
Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place
Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions
Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.

Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill
You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will
Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star
I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.

It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput
I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input
Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew
Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.

Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats
Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats
Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream
No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!

Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually
Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball
In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day
Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.

Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy
Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye
Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty
Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.

Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle
It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now
Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal
Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.

Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End
A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love
Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food
Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.

Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen
Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean
Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low
Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.

We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know
No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow
She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love
Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!

Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam
In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind
No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama
Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!

Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent
To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent
Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards
Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.

 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ }
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