RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚
NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep
Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked
By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead
Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt
Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.
It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility
Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea
Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza
Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.
Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho
As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy
Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud
Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.
Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed
Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared
Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga
One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!
Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe
You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate
Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser
Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.
Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown
Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown
Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices
Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.
War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder
To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear
Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister
You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.
Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last
Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast
Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro
No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.
Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast
Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones
Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast
Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST
{ Chopped this cherry tree down while
jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }
F I N I S
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THAT’S THE KING
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