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HOLY GHOSTS

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Once you lie six feet under the ground, you’ll accept the uncertainty principle fire

There will be no alternative deduction, a final conclusion is sacrosanct on a pyre

Hard to hold & harder to handle the free will of any other beast than one within

Nights merely the side of Earth without direct sunlight, no sunshine for the sin.

Knowing you don’t want to sink down below the surface where the H2O rules air

Even if you don’t know, you’d find out pretty danm quick Ms. mam and dear sir

No disrespect to your parents, hence none to you either, take nothing personally

Words mean what they mean, they ain’t a neutron bomb or turn coated Axis ally.

Utter cessation of all friction, gravitational collapse into the Singularity nowhere

Now you’ve grasped the existential contraption created by random matter mixes

At least there’s a rhythm and rhyme to the reason why you find out who you love

She or he may be known now or later, remote possibility the forgotten, as above.

I loved the one I was with and until they proved they didn’t return the favor, OMG

Good and Evil did what it always has done & will always do, love in the 9th degree

Leads to questions about vague intentions & scat for the mutual retrograde hot tip

Interpret the facts of life fathers & mothers forgot to tell us all about, lollipop ship.

From one spin of Earth to the next, some get less or more than 365 every year rig

Common animals appear and disappear in Time and Space as all archeologists dig

Outta this hot atmosphere of the here and now, far and away, a ghost rises to a Void

Ladies around when the sun’s sinkin’ low, need hot backup protection to sleep, boy!

Downstream from where I used to be on the way out to a deep blue sea, in ash formin’

Yep, that’s right, they fried my skin & bones organic matter, now my mind’s on fishin’

Oh, I imagined I was trippin’ and the water was over my head, I got tired of swimmin’

Nearly gave up but my uncle saved me since he almost drowned me at the beginnin’.

Dilly dally around if you have that much time on your hands, I have no time to lose

Each moment I take a breath into my lungs, I know I belong, but I won’t be here long

Reason & Logic provided the access to the occult knowledge sunk in Davy Jones’ locker

As it turns out, here & now, there & then past & future are in this slow-motion picture.

I had some groovy long hair back in the day, dark & wavy sittin’ around with no chit, son

Just had to wake up, wipe the sleep from my eyes, then things changed in a minute in ‘71

Radio transistor is the only thing that kept me in sync to find my #Happy, all y’all know

Blown glass while it’s melted liquid-solid-smoke, make containerized happiness in flow.

Skimming rocks on the pond now, the flat ones work best, I can bounce balls & checks

From one pole to another, north to south & vice versa including revolution & solar sex

Who boos when they’re exposed naked to the world, in front of every kind of bird’s prey

Above as below, the joke is on the gods & their descended creation, woke loser of today.

Grim jokes and self-deprecating humor fills my head with mirth of cherry, wild myths

So, China to Podunk, Iowa all time state of being happy, sad or as dead as the holy Stiths

If conditions allow, smoke and fire will settle the sparks that want to be free in a bubble

My strings on my axe rule the night before I’m through, E’ to ‘E’ riffs’ @DoubleTrouble.

Why flood Texas when the Gulf of America is low enough to contain one septic high IQ

Crimson blues turn deep purple as a microdot underscore, arrested attention abhorred

Trippin’ heavy like Timothy Leary, professor of the acid trip, caused a scramble of doom

Annals of history, descendants will recall it all, we were the sharpest knives in the room.

D students thrived as C minus students appeared to be geniuses & above a common law

Look around the room, work the room as if you were one of them, beg for bread & crawl

Around the corners and alleys where nobody wants to be, that’s the My Place arpeggio

In Space, you get what you deserve through karmic application, so above it’s as below.

Listen to the silent wave of neutrons pass through your auditory canal, sounds switch

From buzz to high pitch screech like fingernails scratching a black board, hit this pitch

Faster curve balls goin’ past the batter into the strike zone, catcher & ump amazed too

One second after the hardball is hurled, it’s caught behind the plate turned to sky blue.

Used to be a white plate nobody could see, morphed form to a 5-sided, pentagram home

Strike or not, it’s a ball over the plate or inside the outside of the zone, so, when in Rome

Knows it all and that intrinsic wisdom is native to the divinity, invisible, outer Space trip

Letting the things alive on Earth be alone in the middle of nowhere’s void, ship in a slip.

Trustworthy and brave as a hero ought to be, selfless & sacrificially yours for the Time

Being here and now is one thing, being then and there is another thing, that’s two things

To be or not to be, will be the only being that needs clarification, why live & die for this?

Bums & junkies are down on luck but also paying karmic debt, they know God’s pissed.

Inner turmoil blows up the host, the whole shebang goes subatomic in essence, quarked

Proton & Neutron, positive or neutral, absorbing Electron of Hydrogen, double parked

Squirming inside the nucleus, circling the center’s empty soul, explosion rippled dream

Wake up woke, wake up ½ asleep or wake up & smell the coffee, it’s hot & black steam.

Pushed it to the limit, exit stage right, there’ll be a finale & at least one supercool encore

It puts the play-movie in sync with the presence of actions, faux apocalyptic significance

Dreaming in the dream, can’t wake up or realize that the dream is temporary not forever

Then & only then, if & only if you get there, you will know why you became a conqueror.

No choice from the DNA, to do what is impossible to be done is the whole purpose of it

FAAFO some say with full confidence that the FA will cease before the day’s end, no spit

Regurgitate the prolegomena of the future metaphysics without knowing anything at all

It’s a clusterphuq of quality & quantity, it’s all there is of heaven & Earth, Let us all bawl!

High probability and low possibility that we all will be alive after our cadaver descends

Deep into silent lore of Life that came out of nowhere but sunshine blown atomic RNA

Tell your baby girls and baby boys about this epic stand-down between Man & the gods

Named for the many but not the One, Live is Evil spelled backward, Tomorrow is Today.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #NeverDie @POTUSTrump @ https://youtu.be/NgntvfcnaGw?si=eVQvoHHkPakBG31N & @SMO #BossOfTheStix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UNSt0u4uq6o?si=WJ5OlCgWRaFWzJAI }

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