#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.?

#ShortPeopleGotNobodyToLove #IShatYouNaught so, I Got down! Tagged Along For God's country! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 

NO GRAVE, WORLD’S SUCK OF ROCKS

I walked a few miles from the hospital where my mother dropped her load, my placenta’s shoes
This old cat can’t be eaten by any junkyard dog lookin’ for a morsel to masticate/defecate blues
Symptoms of your silly, fake mode of being surprised when you’re really never astounded at all
Some of us sing a tune, “Everything is Everything,” others mumble underground then downfall.

Will you be like them, the dead humans who now are buried or annihilated into Earth’s dirty dirt
End Times, One in the entire outer space of Space’s Outerspace, mistranslated gobble-gook alert
Got the scratched slate with the ten commands, thou shall not do this & that ad infinitum ends
A last gasp of gas just like the first one, the In & Out before the 21st century, et al, it all depends.

Imperfect on the way to dissolution & disappearance of what makes us all too human, holy scat
Scratched into eternity on the invisible soulless tattletale on private & public service to be shat
Into the outhouse, outside of the quarters inhabited by the bugs that ignore the stench of et al
Condition is unconditional for the system as created, senses annihilated in a mystic, cosmic ball.

Monks & monkeys as naked apes of the head-case variety, darkness is highlighted, in a dark Way
Show & tell nothing more nor less than what It is, essence understood only once then, do tell?
When I’m gone, you’ll never observe my hide or hair ever again, it’s the way it all is, all defunct
As if you’ve never come & gone at all, no record spun in the Spin, it’s a miracle of daddy’s spunk.

DNA entrenched in your mama, grew you from a speck to 208 bones of contention, sparked fire
Body’s brain shuts down making a living at freezing 32 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit’s Celsius
Conception inside an immaculate womb without an xy chromosome injection, impossible God
Will to Power inherited by way of death & destruction is the nature of the beast’s Bang, hotrod!

Here and now then, cause of me is the coitus of ecstasy for the momentary pleasure to absorb
In the Void of the womb, sudden impact completes The Fall of Adam, Eve & Bal brain-dead Orb
Cause of the First Cause is Nothing, that’s everything we all need to know, wide-open to mama
Pleasure and pain have the floor & the empty sky, I’m awake yet not #Woke, I’m dreamin’ papa!

You’ve finished doing cheap, dirty deeds & you completed your run to a high, finale, it’s over-die
What could never be overkill since it’s the matter of the dead, blown-star on the down-low high
Count on me kidding around with you, being facetious as I do to shake up your calm ennui fits
There’s no place & nowhere left to go, friends & foes looking lost & asleep in a free Chicago sky.

Wait a little while & it will be tomorrow in this & every other land, every time passes, y’all pass
Into the unknown of the pretenders who blindly put all their faith, hope & love in a holy mass
Where a man, ordained himself & all before & after his Life on Earth, to be a man soon to rock
Anywhere above or below here, divine, mental construct to isolate panic within a prison block.

Force us all to be the square pegs attempting to squeeze into a round hole that won’t allow it
Narrow way this tightrope above and below the good & evil, chances are we’ll all fall down chit
Top of the pile to the dregs at the bottom of the wishing well, where dreams blow up smoked
Opportunity to inject the jizz during the riffs of jazz & by golly, I too that chance, I am stoked.

The peak of the decline is long gone, so long, it’s not even a rumor or a recorded factoid of life
Eleven billion plus or minus, that’s the cost of doin’ business, tangled web of uncertainty’s wife
It was certain that the propositional logic will supplant the ignorant morons in charge & at large
Fox is a dog, dog is a wolf, wolf’s a man & what Man is not The Substance of DNA on a barge.

Sought the holy grail for a minute, found it & observed it’s inherent need to be a mystery to me
Can’t chant the words to the song or poem, no recital is pending, just a Will to power the Way
Forward or backward, sideways or up and down, I’m good that I’m bad, it’s alright with me too
Draw your string theory all over the matrix, thoughtlessness’ is weaponized, I think, hence I am.

Got no point on any points, just a follower of the leaders who fall down to the common ground
Where nobody stays more than a century, everybody’s gotta come & go for the deal to go down
Of mice & women who created more of us for the divinity or for Nothing at all but a prom gown
Friends of defenders & offenders alike, our parents who raised our #Bitcoin, we are Earthbound.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 1-4-25 A.D. @ 555 AMPST

{ Dropped this flag while listening to #AintThatPeculiar by @MarvinGaye & the link provided inspired master’s piece link @ https://youtu.be/21PBmwDLqRs?si=n398ieFlCULWoQM4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeCameToPlay @TowerOfPower MMXXV comin' up! #OORAH @USAF @ThunderbirdsUSAF

DIG, HERE WE GO, WE CAME TO PLAY
TRIP-POINT OF NO RETURN,

 AD INFINITUM REPITITION

SssssssssssssVALERIEsssssssssssS

Begone from all sights & sounds of silent music, treble & bass to die for in naked cities
Talkin Bangor to San Ysidro & every single cesspool of humanity’s fecal matter, please
Take this & take that right in the kisser, you can’t see beyond a nosey character’s tease
I got out of town with my skin & 208 bones intact, ain’t my fault I fell out of family trees.

Produced in a huff, no immaculate conception but One son of Man, Father’s in heaven
With or without the other angels who flew around in the day & nightfall of the sword
Dots and dashes on the ship’s bow, sailing for the rest of my watch, never will retire it
My watch is on until my final snatch of air out the sky, gas I don’t know will kill my chit!

Hair is short or long, facts of life is hair is all dead cells, a result of the passage of Time
Stay bald eagle & nobody knows you’re o’er 12, so shave yo’ face at sundown in a gaol
I got a big, full moon over here, high in an imaginary sky, Space & Time’s illusion rhyme
Hidden from the uninitiated who would break Ten Commandments & theoretics, I fail.

Harps playin’ for the Captains of ships & the sailors who animate the sea’s DJ lockers
Davey Jones knew nothing then & still the same after all the pirates left gold for goons
Treasure chests ‘neath crystal clear underwater to island tops of drowned, goof loons
Lava is loose, merging a secondary scream for mercy to nobody, all lips just blowers.

Fire out of the sun, ignition of the atmospheric tornados and tidal waves, gods to plead
Wind remnants of a spin & wobble of Earth, carrion birds & bees, all too human doom
Survive the concoction, unimmaculate conception of a holy egg in mom’s womb tomb
Expression on your face is classic, here’s what I know in nutshell, it’s RNA in the seed.

Are you on board or will you wait until it’s far too late to save your soul, father fodder?
Don’t mind if you do or not, in a hundred years, nothing’ll matter but you’re the father
Absentee meaning nobody ever told you that you originated from thin air, RNA codex
To replicate the scars of a Big Bang & the march onto the return to the Singularity sex.

Oneness of One’s multiplicity of the Many is as obvious as a murder of crow’s caw-call
Iron the wrinkles from the invisible smoke’s turban, twirls about the brain bucket-ball
Listened to the words but forgot everything they said to me, something deep as a hole
Doves nor seagulls fly up in there, nothing alive needs a lit darkness, unnecessary con.

Children come to life accidentally on purpose, it’s all in the stars, all of us go very well
Kicking & screaming on the way to the corpus dillecti or a passing ship in zonal twilight
Go ahead & get behind me, watch my footsteps & follow each one as you would beach
Bums affluent in falling asleep, middle of the day or the night, crybabies do all preach.

Guides showing the way they don’t know because everybody must die to know, get it?
All the bibles and other languages ideas about after this life’s death know Nothing, sit
In meditation & absolutely still for an hour or two, every day or every year you’re alive
Systems above & below in synchronization of Big Bang’s slowing expansion, it’s jive.

Pain felt in your brain’s mind, a function of saving the host from disease, harm & death
If you disregard the signals thrown into your conscious awareness, take a last breath
Y’all won’t know it after you’re all gone but know it now, you’re just cosmic dust dying
At Space’s airports or undersea, jets & submarines get to final destinations’ ice frying.

Gravitational force just the suck of the two lips which speak no Evil nor Good, let’s roll
Upward or downward dog, either or both ways are the way the river goes to water’s fall
Binge & snatch life out of the dead things we kill to eat, for the power of Juice from Joy
Barking & bitching at my parents’ graves, deceived to believe in 49 reasons like a boy.

Babies and elders’ bones are not in my future nor yours, you may not have blind faith
Can’t see the Truth that has no words & therefore no reality for the hungry old wraith
Gods named after dots on a matrix, taken for granted in 400 years, still all’s the same
As above so below, things themselves & forms rock the shape of salt water & a dame.

Paid the fees to matriculate in a PhD program which requires dissertation of polemics
Want to bad enough, desire it good enough & you’ll certainly connect the dots’ sticks
Lucky you read the words in The Word from Genesis to Revelation, then dropped balls
To regenerate the species whether in love or lust, irresponsible for the werewolf calls.

Reconnoiter the flatland to secure the life and liberty for yourself & posterity’s men
Matter & the form it takes is all there is for us all, even the unborn in a womb of blues
Fight like a crazy baby to get here & now, depending on the whim of the girls & women
Hot to trot, horses ready to race, lathered up skin, muscles loose to lose, magic ruse.

Pie never was in the sky, it was a jackass’ carol on a stick and fishing line, no piece ate
A piece of peace just a dream in the middle of a battle & war of the states of being late
On time and eternal after the spin, when it stops, it is indeed, all over, that’s all, caput
No light or sound leftover, underground, under dirt, under water, let’s load up & shoot!

Certainty a thing of the Past, nothing for certain in the Present of Future, just figments
Imaginary chimera, appears & vanishes as it’s identified, First Cause of heaven scents
Blown mind, body eaten & defecated without prejudice, it’s nothing personal, I’m dirt
Of a star, billions of parsecs away from Earth’s core, stillborn & raised to be a Big hurt.

Would your parents ever abandon you to the powers that be? Could you survive alone?
Answer is clear as a bell, you will fight to survive if you need to kill aggressor’ T-bones
Buried deeper than a shovel can dig, in a body bag empty of a thing itself, down under
Believed hook, line & sinker that the hook was friendly, I got caught in light & thunder.

No return now, it’s not on the keyboard, ain’t in my repertoire to show the narrow way
If you don’t know already, you’ll never know, it’s the way it is, it’s not anyone, far away
Where nothing else can be, that’s where it is, it’s actually not It, it’s nothing special
Think therefore you exist, there’s no question, I am, You are, we all are, God in a cell.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 12-26-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 12 O’CLOCK HIGH NOON

{ Jostled this ditty jammin’ to the sound of @TowerOfPower #WeCameToPlay & #KnockYourselfOut #Hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/trHaA_oMZTA?si=3wb8msitIczFgwMW }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE

Twelve-Twelve-TwentyFour Anno Domini @111 PMPST @Trump @Musk @Besos @SnoopDog @DonnieYen #Eminum #MarshallMathers #TiscuitATasquette #SheCouldn'tChangeMoi

I KID YOU NOT, SCATOLOGY UFO YOU KNOW

Quotes of your parents you’ve never forgotten & you’re an orphan left off in a dark gangway
High above the stratosphere, we’re up there getting’ higher, drunk on whine in skullduggery
Talk to the hand about the clouds full of hydrogen and oxygen, above and below the ground
Space out and space in every place we’ve been and we’re gonna go until there’s no sound.

Silence and gold only come in clear when there’s only the One leftover from a Bigger Bang
One night stand comes before you know it, ugh, now get out… come back, no Bang-la gong
Streets and throughways near the turnpikes & toll roads, border to border coast to coastal
Kiss the end of the line’s point of no return, you won’t be comin’ back this or any Way at all.

Becoming two when you’re one is impossible, it’s a fool’s errand without any return at all
Fools do it all the time, go on errands that will never prove fruitful in the end at the finale
When silence falls upon the deaf ears, they’ll know that the time has come to rise & fall
Juggernauts and cosmonauts battle with the astronauts for end of the uncivil war in gaol.

Serious as a jungle-rot rash between your legs and stink foot from the jungle tundra tarpit
Feature creatures not scaring the children because they’ve heard it all, they have no fear
Good and Evil, abstraction of the collective, cultural recollection to modify ape behavior
Nowhere in or out of Time can an origin be found, it’s a phantasm-chimera’s secret door.

Whether you know it or not, there’s a condition for you coming to Earth to be alive today
Price to pay that only your soul can equal the value of, it’s a million-dollar trip, eh sensei
Signs of the Times meaning that harbingers give you clues to the victorious, a good ol’ boy
Lead to a climax in the conception, immaculate or dirty, filthy DNA ejaculated into a Void.

Old and in the way, talking and having a dialogue on Talk Radio, soon to slip into darkness
Like it or not, death comes into your life either by way of Others or your own sleeplessness
Yet, the line is drawn, nobody gets out alive & nobody gets in without a solid, personal girl
Always with you, all of us & me include, our fate is sealed in the spinning dirt, gonna hurl.

You’ve got two choices, there is no neutral fool, just the good & evil fools who roll this way
All up in smoke, the garbage truck couldn’t remove Gods from the whole universe, far away
Blown atoms in molecular decay and there will be no more TD’s, Homers or Goals of Hoops
Knowledge of song & dance of G-Scouts who had chocolate-mint cookies, Chitown troops.

Wiser than the most wise fool on a hill without a recollection of your holy mind’s third eye
You will never know the secrets that nobody knows but the aliens born to the outer realm
No descendant of Adam & Eve outside the Earth, a dead cosmonaut-astronaut in the sky
Knowledge of Nothing is our wisdom, you are conceived, deceived and then y’all just die.

Burial Mother Earth dirt, covered satisfaction of million-dollar coffins, swapped a hot ash
Like a first kiss when you swap spit, the saliva of digested dead animals & plants, mashed
First Cause is just the one and only one, original gangster without a gang, Capone/Trump
You’re in, I’m in & we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive for a NYC minute, a Void Dump.

Copy my answers and you’ll flunk, I’m a genius with the directions to the annihilation too
I wouldn’t leave a molecule behind when I atrophy into the grand slam, the Big Bang, Boo
Fear and loathing of this conglomeration of Word will get you all to the End, Singularity sea
Inside outside of Nothing there is Something, know your blind faith well, to be or not to be.

A last blow of smoke out your face, higher than a kite from the brain fog, smiling at danger
Jumping off of a cliff is no problem, forgetting about a gift for your Loves, a Big, bad Banger
Part of the whole is that this here is a dream nobody knows is going on, trip-ship has sunk
Hills to climb, mountains of dope & soap to conquer scatological stink, stank, stunk funk.

Who knows what nobody knows? God knows all about nothing, now hear this alogrhythm
High below the core, insurance covered scam, you pay & your portfolio swaps a spittle SIM
Creative and programmed to fail or succeed, an inside job with a surfer who hung the Ten
Board straight down into the sand of the ocean, a young man and the sea, what are Men?

Dust is the broke down Past of civilized and uncivilized humans & the inhumane animalia
Sex up your husbands and wives for the end of the all too humane story, oh hostile regime
It’s only some people who survive death, you know who they are and you laugh, no guffaw
At the largess of an opine voiced in public squares or in print, privileged as above so below.

Prior to the skulls gave up their ghosts to a pile of disassembled bones in a box, unless ash
The game of life has a priori rules you’ve been enculturated with, become a naked apeman
In the original sin of Adam & Eve, there is an assumption of a master of their own origins
Completely in and out of the electro-mechanical intersection with the soft skull & bones.

It is all that I am, no force like the fame of fools that will become as lame as a holy ghost
Signify as usual when you run the dozens, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama is like mumblin’ in jello
It’s no scat under the bridge, it’s disintegrated into empty space above & below yourselves
Keep tippin’ back the cans, bottles & jugs, Jack Daniels & other Medicinals on top shelves.

You are not here and now as you’ve been thinking that you were, it ain’t your fault though
Your mama told you nothin’ & absent father had no clue about the End, just ash in a hole
Find out about the Truth while you can, it leads to skepticism about the Pope & POTUS ilk
Present, Past & in a Future mere allusions to the illusion, grandee or petite, just drink milk.

Fill your cup and you’ll find it’s bottomless pit beneath the core of Earth’s planetary orbit
Gravity is the result of the vortex created by the wobbling revolution of hollow Earth S#it
It’s nobody’s fault that this is the way it is, a cosmic cause & effect, beyond Good & Evil
Repeat ad infinitum, no momentum to cease, God’s begone Soul, you die on Calgary hill.

 

 by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 12-12-2024 A.D.
{ I got time, almost out of breath SOUL link @
https://www.youtube.com/live/gkLezDHUAjQ?si=wGn5WD5a7tRK1GOd }
F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

{ Fried some cells in the cerebral cortex, reason for rhyme, @ThePointerSisters #FIRE in a loop, youTube link @  https://youtu.be/ZBtAiwNcsiA }

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

FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY