LA FLACA, ANKH OF HER, PECAN NENA #AsAboveItIsBelow #WORDup

Ankh of LA flaca, pecan nena

Once upon my time, not yours, his or hers, my time, there were three bears in a cave
Simple minds not in the species who only cared about hunting, eating it all, a last rave
You were always as hot as a pistol, suddenly you’ve become cold as 2 frozen icecaps
Coast to coast and pole to pole, all 360 degrees about the lump of star debris, he raps!

Word, phrases, sentence, paragraph, chapter, volume, period, comma, question bang
Shot from a barrel of monkeys who never knew they were extinct in a cosmic egg thing
Played games from the womb to a tomb, ate the hot salsa for the Hades of it all, I sing
No matter, comrade you’re just an amigo & brother from another mother, drank Tang.

Only you knew before I knew, once we were both on the same page, one of us had to go
Many cannot keep the species from becoming extinct, y’all wanna kill & eat the show
At the point you triangulate upon this square deal, you’ll be the angle, line & the point
Three dimensional to four to keep the liars honest, squeezing the head into a tiny joint. 

Hurry before you seize your engine’s system, mind game over & done, it’s a smoke fear
Dying to get in, attempting a return to the unmoved mover’s suit of armor, a naked soul
Generated germs from germs from the Big Bang until right here, right now, planet 2024
Larger than Life itself, once you fly out the stratosphere, astronauts all know The Door.

As for us all, all gas mixed Magic & entertained random notions of fancied new Mexico
Here and now as it’s always been & always will be, presence of the Zeppelin Lead Gold
Beats and rhythm that you cannot impede from causing your nervous system, no hablo
Tappin’ toes, movin’ feet, legs, hands, arms, synching 208 bones, hotter than ice cold.

Day you die, it’s comin’ today, tomorrow or any other day than yesterday, gonna offend
Keep your memory in mind once your heart stops, it will fade to black in a NYC minute
Don’t laugh or cry, y’all gonna die, big thing, wide awake at a funeral y’all won’t attend
All messed up as the singular moment of the Big Bang when All was One’s scuttlebutt.

Unfree will, free choice, freebies of every category are not without an acceptable cost
At one life, all one in a holy hole in the fabric of the dimension’s time out, a twitter post
For your edification’s ethical offense, you can’t get over it without callin’ out the posse
All to come up with a way to kill all loose cannons, delete the fuzz of what chit to seize.

Holy I don’t see since I got to the bottom of the mystery, an empty vault of a holy ghost
I will not use the language to disguise the Truth, it’s not my mission assigned by Power
What I am is all I can be after 1 initial conception of the gamete & egg, tiny womb room
Smaller than a speck, fleck or shard of RNA’s DNA for the sake of survival, job blower.

Not many of the ones around here, boys and girls who can merge & succeed at the flow
Moving the bones’ magnetism every day & night until the dam impedes the spirit show
Fire & ice are the only two extremes, not good & evil, not God & Devil, just mankind ID
Fur off a hairless ape, only Fire & pure luck caused the survival for the two-handed kid.

Since it took two to tango, it is impossible that the First Man was not born from Woman
Don’t be backward dude, what would you think if you had an immaculate conception?
You’d be God’s begotten since Everything has a Cause except One God dreaming This
You finally realize what I’ve been saying all along, WTF up, Life’s a mega Sloe Gin Fizz.

Never too high or drunk so that my mind can’t pivot in a flash, to avoid death’s last tap
I ain’t gonna wait for that, it’ll come when the Time is up, I have no control, I’m all out
Sing, play the game with rules nobody follows, ready, set & go to the finish line’s crap
Rolling sevens & elevens because the die are loaded with high IQ funk, phuq a doubt.

Dear to you & me, an impediment to the extraterrestrials nobody can engage in doubt
Stuck with occult mythology & eventual corpus dillecti burned or buried as a last blow
Nobody has the fault but me, I conceived me, I bore me, I raised me, it’s all my Karma
Fire until it’s annihilated as above, so it is below, tombstone says, #GodGold #ImOUT!

Eat, drink & be merry for today may be the last day of your presence, attention please?
Knowing nothing but Wisdom of being aware that you’re a mortal, animal on the move
As you are aware, fuel you eat & drink, if fortunate to have a mama, limits the hot burn
Nurturing at mammary glands or not, there’s a formula to infuse minerals’ vitality love.

Stay after the party is over, clean the mess & reorder the chaos, appreciated by the kin
Who look at your lead and leftover examples they experience as their order of things
Knowledge, Wisdom, Ignorance, shift their commodity within form, shaped mortal sin
Always winning at the end of the game, knowing that while playing, that’s everything!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 1st MMXXV @ 1111 AMPST
{ Dread leaked out of the sieve while listenin’ to #LaFlaca in a loop at youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LiSFAaOJUnw }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss

You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?