AWARE OF THE AFFAIR
Fought all the good fights for the peaceful and the warlike, until Time ran out
Through the hourglass, the sands gravitated to the common ground, no doubt
Song sung by birds, angels and choirs of humans with voices from above it all
Earth vibrations all good until they turn all bad, the yin & the yang of the balls.
Hear this and repeat the gist of the thought a hundred times every day & on
To the place in Space where souls get dropped into myopia and clouds of nines
Not only are you lucky but also you’ve been granted three wishes by the genie
She came for all three & tried to rush me, as if she had better things to do, see.
Sinking above the atmosphere to the highest point below the core of Earth dust
Like a wannabe, you’ve got the responsibility and obligation to enhance survival
To your siblings, friends, companions and dead fanucs who skipped thru all hell
Pairs & triple the original One, like a geometric progression into the jarhead bell.
What love is all about, just between us, so sorry for the silent killer, the Truth
Wrong to think how to be unhappy, right to think & become happy all the time
Never take it all for granted like some who have and some who will die on dope
Irritated by the creation of the yin and the yang, it could really piss off the Pope.
Marks on the chalk board, ABC’s & the 1,2,3’s for you & me to spell & count it up
Grace & sins to be spent & accumulated until we’re evened up in a catcher’s cup
Certainty is that the middle of nowhere, here & now, a vast space in Space Earth
Deep within, down to the core & everywhere, anywhere else ever, a New Birth.
Choking and smoking what burns with fire, screen doors, storm windows, closed
Let the storm come and do it’s best to knock it all back down to the ground food
I ain’t goin’ anywhere until my bones won’t move, nobody gonna help the Lost
Necessary & sufficient conditions to keep the engine purr beneath a dirty hood.
Fruition and vegetation moves the evolutionary illusion into illumination’s spark
Dawn to dusk, at rest or during coitus interruptus’ on a blanket in a public park
Concert was fine but under covers was where all the action was, sure was, son
Way back to the original Big Bang, recollect Nothing more nor less, We are One!
Nothing less than everything in the whole universe, as we know it, it’s all mine
Above and below the star’s dirt leftovers from the darkness, far, far away in time
Used to be the pie in the sky until the crying began & leaked out the top secrets
Now divulged to the bastards without parents, hedge a win, place & show bets.
God’s not hearing what we’re transmitting, it’s just a divine bunch of sky blues
Mixed up in the rocks & stones, polka dots and jazz prints of the random notes
Counting 2 over 4, 4 over 4, whatever it feels like to me at the time I feel dithers
Magic blown my invisible cover, spells of ancient brothers ala my grandmothers.
Fixed the sonar and radar for guidance to the final end of the narrow way, a gift
Shining soul of my daddy is mine until it’s damn sure a figment back in the rift
Imagining the cause and effect have opportunity to modify when it don’t, it’s fit
In moonshine flowing down into my nervous system, matter no matter, git-git.
Blisters from the friction and as the days and nights flip, it wears soulshine funks
Much more than that nobody knows, consult the preachers, priests and monks
Don’t confront me, they know I know what they know and that’s damn sure nil
Presents unopened gifts for your edification, jump, never quit, ring my ol’ bell!
High as the center of things themselves, a philosophical blues fiasco all mine
I made my bed & I’m gonna sleep in it, very nice that I’ve taken care of it, fine
Love comes down every day, ready or not, here it comes, back up to a 23 skidoo
In the city or the country, it’s all up & down, in & out, then we hit the hot rue.
I am being as kind as any human would be, given the numerators divided by 0
It is what it is regardless, irrespective of attention to details on unadorable tricks
Constant defined by the conceptual analysis of a daughter or son of a queer doe
Reason avoids frequencies, wavelengths, subatomic charm & just watch your 6.
It has been said and sung that what ever will be is out of the direct will of a man
Mankind’s women talkin’ to the hand of God, bemused by vain human-fish roe
One who fell from grace 1st in the history of a prehistorical world above & below
Harder on me than it is on y’all, hence a responsible obligation, y’all too human.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, July 18th, MMXXV Anno Domini @111 AMPST
{ Crafted while interjection of an eclectic ticking of @MickMartinsBluesParty link @ https://mickmartinblues.podbean.com/ }
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ms. stephan my euro-cousine (supermodel)
