THAT WAS ONE DAY IN TIME,
SURFING IN PACIFIC GROVE
SURFING IN PACIFIC GROVE
Longer roads stretch in and out of the gardens, in Boston or Eden’s garden above or below
Cryptic zip codes keep the zones in sequential order to form the Fibonacci Sequence scroll
Hipsters and hippies saw that their fathers were beatniks and their mothers were footloose
Knowing exactly what I mean when I say what I mean, it’s not a secret to the culture refuse.
Catching a cold or a ball thrown by a shortstop to the catcher for the 3rd out & win in the 9th
It means everything to win every game all the time, but that’s not realistic; nobody’s perfect
But it’s fine to shoot for the stars and see how close you can get without a crash and burn
Bets say the odds are against every single human being living beyond 110 years on Earth.
Nobody gets out alive & it’s ain’t the case that you get everything you want anyway, I’m sure
Bring your full complement of defense to the battle, it’ll happen before you know it's cure
Probable cause to stop you and frisk you for the implements of disaster, guilty pleasure hot
Devils go there, witches eat there, goblins die there with wizards that conjured ‘em in a pot.
Simple mind in a complex body of work, bloody flow with gravity, and backup without digs
About why this is happening, accidental being in the right place at the right time, panaceas
Building a body of work from bottoms up, beginning pre-form & then shape a billion buzz
Happens like this, you didn’t have anything to do with it, y'all are hungry ape-wanton pigs.
Heads and tails on the gridiron’s football games, it’s a ritual without a bang for the bawl
Home or visiting teams at the mercy of the luck of the draw, ahead or behind, always high
Heads up and wag the tails for the ends justify the means, there’s no way around it all
Mind games without rules from the beginning to the end, just stay alive, don’t try to die.
Put myself in your place right before I died, and now I’m still alive, but I ain’t me, no fears
I’m a vague ghost, a chimera of a character, moving and reproducing blood, sweat & tears
All for the sake of the future beings I’ll never know, just because we’ve got identical DNA
Luck has nothing to do with the conception, gestation or matriculation in a drama’s play.
Perfect or not, living is better than being unconscious and in a universal funk without luck
Therefore, syllogistic wisdom is sufficient and necessary to give God a wink and a holy nod
Nothing you or anyone else could have done to have made it so different, race the hot rod
Think it changed on prom night, tuxedo & prom dress kinda plain Jane, slapshot the puck.
Hurt the feelings so bad that there was no repairing the damage that had been done, never
News or the same old stories for a narration at heaven’s gate when you hear Hell’s blues
Jackets and kimonos keep the secrets close to your vest, ready to adjust, so pivot in twos
Never to settle for just what money can buy, some things are valued more than gold fever.
Usually, you know what seems to be a mystery that nobody has an answer to, not today
Shocking your parents, siblings, amigos et amigas who all wanted to suck your soul dry
You’ve escaped and succeeded at leaving the past behind, without guilt or remorse too
That’s better for apes within us all to let it go, feel guilty, let God sort it out, Sunday School.
The universe of a university is the entire campus, student body, and faculty; it’s all there is
To the top of the tallest building, to the bottom of the lowest tunnel beneath the gridiron jizz
Waiting for the end, it will come like it or not, knowing your actions are your will to powers
Immortally, a concept of divine desire, a fear of rigor mortis & loss of air to feel the humors.
Doing all of this over and over again ad infinitum, the world I see, hear & feel, taste & whiff
Used to be a star, now a dead star, this is Earth, all that’s left after the Big Bang, off a cliff
Darkness and the blazing light need the dark shadows to hide away from the crimson red
Parents dead, siblings dead, friends dead, haters never die, they hate that Life ain’t dead.
Mercy on me and you because of the pity invoked by the pretty good powers that be it all
Petulant children all over the age of reason, 21 to 101, all these poor folks havin’ a ball
Runnin’ the dozens down on each other’s corners, nobody wants to fight about word-Up
Except when you talk about a man’s mama, #HangTen end of the story, put your dukes up!
Cryptic zip codes keep the zones in sequential order to form the Fibonacci Sequence scroll
Hipsters and hippies saw that their fathers were beatniks and their mothers were footloose
Knowing exactly what I mean when I say what I mean, it’s not a secret to the culture refuse.
Catching a cold or a ball thrown by a shortstop to the catcher for the 3rd out & win in the 9th
It means everything to win every game all the time, but that’s not realistic; nobody’s perfect
But it’s fine to shoot for the stars and see how close you can get without a crash and burn
Bets say the odds are against every single human being living beyond 110 years on Earth.
Nobody gets out alive & it’s ain’t the case that you get everything you want anyway, I’m sure
Bring your full complement of defense to the battle, it’ll happen before you know it's cure
Probable cause to stop you and frisk you for the implements of disaster, guilty pleasure hot
Devils go there, witches eat there, goblins die there with wizards that conjured ‘em in a pot.
Simple mind in a complex body of work, bloody flow with gravity, and backup without digs
About why this is happening, accidental being in the right place at the right time, panaceas
Building a body of work from bottoms up, beginning pre-form & then shape a billion buzz
Happens like this, you didn’t have anything to do with it, y'all are hungry ape-wanton pigs.
Heads and tails on the gridiron’s football games, it’s a ritual without a bang for the bawl
Home or visiting teams at the mercy of the luck of the draw, ahead or behind, always high
Heads up and wag the tails for the ends justify the means, there’s no way around it all
Mind games without rules from the beginning to the end, just stay alive, don’t try to die.
Put myself in your place right before I died, and now I’m still alive, but I ain’t me, no fears
I’m a vague ghost, a chimera of a character, moving and reproducing blood, sweat & tears
All for the sake of the future beings I’ll never know, just because we’ve got identical DNA
Luck has nothing to do with the conception, gestation or matriculation in a drama’s play.
Perfect or not, living is better than being unconscious and in a universal funk without luck
Therefore, syllogistic wisdom is sufficient and necessary to give God a wink and a holy nod
Nothing you or anyone else could have done to have made it so different, race the hot rod
Think it changed on prom night, tuxedo & prom dress kinda plain Jane, slapshot the puck.
Hurt the feelings so bad that there was no repairing the damage that had been done, never
News or the same old stories for a narration at heaven’s gate when you hear Hell’s blues
Jackets and kimonos keep the secrets close to your vest, ready to adjust, so pivot in twos
Never to settle for just what money can buy, some things are valued more than gold fever.
Usually, you know what seems to be a mystery that nobody has an answer to, not today
Shocking your parents, siblings, amigos et amigas who all wanted to suck your soul dry
You’ve escaped and succeeded at leaving the past behind, without guilt or remorse too
That’s better for apes within us all to let it go, feel guilty, let God sort it out, Sunday School.
The universe of a university is the entire campus, student body, and faculty; it’s all there is
To the top of the tallest building, to the bottom of the lowest tunnel beneath the gridiron jizz
Waiting for the end, it will come like it or not, knowing your actions are your will to powers
Immortally, a concept of divine desire, a fear of rigor mortis & loss of air to feel the humors.
Doing all of this over and over again ad infinitum, the world I see, hear & feel, taste & whiff
Used to be a star, now a dead star, this is Earth, all that’s left after the Big Bang, off a cliff
Darkness and the blazing light need the dark shadows to hide away from the crimson red
Parents dead, siblings dead, friends dead, haters never die, they hate that Life ain’t dead.
Mercy on me and you because of the pity invoked by the pretty good powers that be it all
Petulant children all over the age of reason, 21 to 101, all these poor folks havin’ a ball
Runnin’ the dozens down on each other’s corners, nobody wants to fight about word-Up
Except when you talk about a man’s mama, #HangTen end of the story, put your dukes up!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 6-13-2026 AD @ 1525 hours PST
{ Cracked this out the matrix while jammin’
to a mix with @LosLonelyBoys #Mamacita & JUST HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a6eyInw3j6E?si=JCxeK4uYIzHf5Uyu }
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