AS MY LOVE APPEARS PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE, PAN-PACIFIC DREAM
Chaos is a Gotham condition that absorbs Order in the forgotten events that happen today
From 1st loud big bang to a final whisper, it seems nobody will ever hear about finality spoof
That this here is like a 1st principle that has no equal, a priority truth which needs for proof
Beyond a reasonable doubt whether the judges and juries like it or not, it’s not for me to say.
Awaiting it can cause pain or a cramp in muscles, being at the mercy of an unknown attack
Of strange trips others are on, dusk until dawn, around the clock, no rest before I hit the hay
Eliza could write great poetry and draw and paint and photograph, which got cached to pay
For rent & utilities, the Porsche car note, mortgage note on the condo & insurance kickback.
Not much cash left over for food, usually macaroni, cheese, Italian sauce, Italian bread & vino
On all Broadway and Main Streets breakin’ it all down in the sea of unknowing act play SoHo
Deduction for the last time in closing argument, followed ala premises, drop gorgeous dead
Truth, a matter of blind faith’s belief in that which is supersensory, not of a state or the fed.
Blood inside veins and arteries helping the act of thinking twice about this & that, deduce it
Since there’s no time left when you die, devour all the space you’re allowed to puke induce. Critical mass in my brain, in my heart and all of the feeds between them, all out of love too
I gave it all away to the ones who claimed to need it more than I, it was worth the turn blue.
Human beings can’t be loyal unless they’re locked and loaded in the sacred inner sanctuary
Moaning & crooning, baying at the moon, wolf-dog has to mate the sufficient & necessary
Blinking a bit more than normal, clear-sighted and difficult to deny the Truth’s wrath grapes
You didn’t ask to be, born, live or die, yet here you are with only death left behind the drapes.
Oh, say can’t you see y’all belong to the One who allowed the cells to be mind-infused RNA
Mirrors and the smoke fading in and out of the dreamscape, makes the real look unreal DNA
Yet, it is what it is, obviously, there’s no doubt about that, it’s a tautological nightmare of RA
God, Zeus, Ahura Mazda, you name it, force be with you & I, let’s sing, do, re, mi & end, FA.
Cock the hammer on back, aim & fire at will, into the 3rd bullseye, score of one, all or nothing
Slower or just a bit less quick than I used to be, it’s a wonderful thing, to be one, ala Sing Sing
Good look from the one who will blow your mind from days & nights stolen from dumb apes
On whichever border of whichever continent of the seven you or I choose, y’all huffin’ vapes.
My cloud you got off of a million days ago, not only am I One free dude, I’m in Cognito ala city
Walking until the copasetic remains with or without me, they sprint to the Ends of head start
Finish line is invisible, and your mind is illusory to everyone but you, brain electrical activity
Pack your bags, you’re leaving before your life is ended by thugs and ignorant scat of a phart.
I’ll be here & now until I’m ready to depart, unless an accident of ambush, barring that apriori
Not only have I exceeded the expectations of my kin, I am the pinnacle of evolved wise asses
As above, like my father was innocent and very soft-spoken, I am the #1 son, fell into a crevice
Up and out or upside-down & inside-out, either way it’s a dream in a dream, so #Woke body.
Red hot as a pistol & as cold as crushed ice, how we all are, speakin’ for myself because I can
Bubbles full of diamonds inside of your stomach, popped the air out & the ice slipped scat tan
Cocksure, absolutely and positively certain of the veracity without any doubt, way I live & I’ll die
Just a shout away and over my left shoulder but not too far out of sight, I feel gods constantly.
There is more than One, there are the Many and the language we use formulates that Truth con
As if there is a creator of all of this, still alive and entertaining our metaphysical notions, my son
Kill the living before you consume your parents’ plants and animals, you’re a sailor or a soldier
Mighty mice and the white spades used to bury them after their death trap snap, rodents’ tier.
Turd’s dropped into the pool of acid, disintegrate like your memory afterlife, give love to haters
It comes back transformed into grace to breach the Evil spelled backwards, Live master baiters
Fishing for the big one but not lettin’ it get away, no broken line or swallowed hook, my ten lb’er
Freedom from slavery, liberty while awake and asleep, all we are is all I am, I need a cold beer!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 5-21-2025 Anno Domini 333 PMPST
{ Freaked out of the matrix while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo }
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