There is only one way you can get down a One-Way street safely, one direction for atoms In peacetime or in battles of war for the Gold in one form or another, traders of the bums Slaves used to fetch and corral the things themselves in banks and rivers of rockin’ flow Played and beat the songs until the people paid them to stop, applause to end the glow.
Before you conceived yourself, you were nowhere in sight, now you’re here to get begone No reason for this or that, forget the whole story leftover by the scratches on the cave wall Angry with you for havin’ a party when everybody else suffers from the ignorant & decrepit Fun and work when you’re wide awake, dreamin’ in somnambulistic ecstasy, a SOB’s son.
Came outta nowhere, momentary lapse of reason with a plan, no known finale, gods’ cough Picked out of the minions vying for the attention of the ones who wanna tear icons apart too Fixed the causes that have the fixed effects, there’s no surprises without the First Cause, so It’s either in all of us or none of us, lucky to have been torn apart by the rhythm and beat off.
Can’t even put my finger on your form, your shape, your spirit, the flesh and bone you occupy To be or not to be only two options for you & for me, the dead don’t care, preconceived either We do, all of us who us Love and Hate to roll our vehicles back and forth, out Hell’s kitchen To the bottom of the sea off of the Baja peninsula up to Alaska’s Bering Sea, it’s Adam’s sin.
This is what he begot us descendants, what a guy, great-great grandpa delivered 24-hour blues From Joe to Zach and in reverse to Eve’s Adam, disobeyed rule of law with unpaid union dues Now square and even Steven, a moment to feel the flow of the sounds, beat & tweak on amps Full of beats that crack into yo’ bones, broken no more even if you’re deaf, dumb, ol’ gramps.
Shift gears from fifteenth down to second, around horseshoe bend back to the straightaway What I’ve got isn’t normal, an anomaly in my pocket, deep above my right hole in the segway Needs and wants to feel like they’ll last forever but they’ll be dead and gone soon enough, son Ain’t my intent to spoil your hot licks but if it does, they weren’t as hot as you, it is all done.
Songs silence in the night, unheard of in the daylight yet still, deep in the DNA’s display wigs Long or short-haired males and females, XX’s & XY’s appearing to not know they’re the ones All left-over evolutionary remnants of 1 original Thing Itself, what came before the Big Bang A priori until the a posteriori reveals the beautiful, grotesque and divine Void, so Stones sang.
Luck of the draw is all you’ll ever get, it’s all there is, intent-power if you’re a magician-man Full of the ways to force things to occur without them appearing conscious of the shift of sand Underneath their feet, their boots, their sandals, it’s all about the dream & waking up so soon Watch todays turn to nights, sleep, wake-up over and over again until you can’t bear any fan.
Of the gods, of the women and men, we ride up high just like the stars headed to infinite shat On being in a proverbial in-crowd means nothing the day you die; they leave you with a byte Been there where you’re at in the pee, King as you get checkmated by the queen & her knight Full of the scat you’ve consumed, it’s your free choice to transform matter into Earth’s scat.
Bring you’re A-game to the show, you’ve got to perform as if it’s your last, ready for the finale Hairless, dancing bears entertaining the pronouns until they co-expire in the tornado or gale Pretend you’re deaf and dumb, listen to no wisdom or knowledge from an ancestral command Break it on down now, what I mean for the unfamiliar is, Truth is Nothing’s buried in sand.
Dusted north to south of the morons and idiots who populated 7 continents east to the west How many times will you wake up & then go to sleep without pajamas or a night cap express Chins up & your hands down, walk, crawl and then you completely desist livers of the hearts Miraculous searching for love in all the wrong places, I’m here, now and then, smell pharts.
All senses downloaded into the vacuum, into the Void where Nothing exists, subatomic ilk Pair of nuts you’ve got just because you think you’re so pretty, man you’re ½ a mama woman You knew you forgot, you’re afraid to say you’re ½ the other gender, Truth you POS druids Without mama’s iron womb, you’re caput, an effulgent flow of Koo-ado drinks of goatmilk.
Alpha males shifting gears, downshifting the pregnancy into under-overdrive, extinction vibe We came for no reason, we’ll leave for no reason, angels & devils a phantasm of spooks’ jive Giga bitten on the jugular veins in our thin-skin neck bones, all except one in a hotrod car Think therefore you are, think you are, you think you are, everybody thinks you are, you are.
Fronted the frontman, took the lead vocals away to the stadium’s echo, absorbed C on drums Brought the First Cause to Earth again, in the middle of the Winter season, when God’s born Middle of winter solstice, it’s a wonderful life because we’re alive, alternative is a blown horn A thin line drawn, a point to point for a line, two lines make angles, three lines triangle bums.
4th dimensional nothing about us all, under duress , we’re 32 chromosome replicas of the fuss Sorry to say you’re either a mutant or child of 1 Universal Intelligence of one unmoved mover Flip your coins, it’s only heads or tails that are possible, 50/50 probability of being the 1 lover A time will tell, duration of the spin, Earth wobbles the sea in infinite millennia of cosmic dust.
Complete, utter satisfaction every day that ends with a peaceful sleep in a warm bed with love She or he that’s always there by your side, one side or another, once woke, an awakened dove By the way, by our side, every one of them infinite strokes of imaginary erasures of the Matrix Justice is a ham sandwich, professors of philosophy swore & laughed, a Platonic deep fade fix.
A sledgehammer time every day in a land of free slavery beholding gold calf excrement sects Worship your fear of death with prayers for forgiveness for being born to Woman-Man of sex Orgasmic looks and feelings come and go, fade into the Void after Last Rights are done said Monkey faces, what the whole shebang allows to be, temporary spin of old news before bed.
Here and now, watch perfection delete the defective contribution of trash and sewage rats Higher or lower than your mothers got during insemination, all love above and below the fats Here or there, every single thing gets annihilated and there’s no exception to gold, dirty water Demented infants with no chance to become flawless in ethics’ morals, an ugly, good batter.
Heroic heroines’ uncommon valor and self-sacrifice they show in this holy hole Void of a soul I fill your sphere of empty ions until you lose all of the holy Singularity in a closed mind, a fool Bullies come to me to learn how to STFU & get with the in-crowd, they’ll lead to extinction sin Species gone, all gone, no recollection of the history, matter never mattered, God was all In!
This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying
Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing
You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays
Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.
Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation
Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’
Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin
Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.
It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates
It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates
Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero
To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.
Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con
If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason
It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt
Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.
Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1
Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son
Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone
Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.
Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate
That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date
Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins
Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.
Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand
Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band
Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill
Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.
Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black
I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays
Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores
Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.
Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms
All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons
Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder
Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.
Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die
No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high
Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on
So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!
by
r j j stephan, i
c.Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIVth MMXXIV Anno
Domini @ 711 AMPST
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this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi
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You got another thing comin’ & it ain’t no shelter from the cold pain, everywhere it exists On your borders of every country, every continent above the sea, there is extinction’s abyss All the brave men who would have gone, died with their bravery in the battle against gods Strangers full of the scat they’ve eaten in another form, cold or warm, meals on hot rods. Snowing until the mountains are capped with frozen rain, before it melts into rivers of gas Hydrogen and oxygen in their own ways, are the matrix of Life anywhere in the cosmos’ ass Not nice to fool mother nature nor the creation of blind faith minions who crave dead food In the end, when the proof for Truth cannot be denied, there’s your foster parents’ blood. Produced your soul with a gamete & ovum created from nothing but the First One, dangers Full of jelly or custard, that Bismarck didn’t sink, it thrived into the sinews filled with blood You feel it, we all feel the same thing when we do identical things, act One product of mud Possibly there’s no encore after the Play, when it’s over, it’s all over, Yanks lose to Dodgers. Inappropriate behavior exhibited, a doppelganger neither with my permission nor knowledge It’s a put-on if you ask me, to show the world that there’s a power much bigger than hot fudge Hitting the road with Jack, it’s much longer than the maps indicated, 2 inches are 200 kilometers Hopping ‘til Easter then dying for a rise out of rigor mortis, only One god can perform, not hers. I am utilizing a tool of this trade, an ethereal persuasion from a sped-up present in the SF bay Dreams appeared out of nowhere & in no time at all, they vanished into thin airshow, The Way By no uncertainty principle can anyone exist on a planet with freed slaves & their progeny mix Masters’ daughters and liberated slaves’ sons evolved into wealthy, upper class, private dicks. In the showdown, there is always the ends, the shots from the duel in the dirty, dusty pathways Chilled Earth, Wind & Fire in a cornucopia that yields all there is from ancestry & descendantry Love or the lack of it didn’t matter before, only in between before the fixed legend eclipses it all Talkin’ a singularity of the creator’s wounded heart, love can’t stay out in the open, it’s Ai’s fall. Pitches down the pipe, struck out twenty-six in a row, fast-screwballs, bored kids run out of time We kid you now when we normally kid you not, cheaper to keep her, beats rhythm, holy rhyme Cake made in the bakery of mama, she cooked & cleaned while I waited for a piece of the sign That the eight cuts will lose one of them, masticated the fruit & nuts, the creator was so fine! Pine box at the end keeps your bones until the wood & your parents’ DNA dissolves, as you do Superego can fill the volume of the Void with more cache & digits than a zillion-trillion or two Haunted by ghosts no more my man, my woman like my mama stands up for the Truth, as I do Created by the unknown & left to fend for themselves, those unseen before us, feared Me too. I can’t blame anyone for fearing the significance of signs of stop & go signals, I’d like to signify But I can’t tell you the word, the code or I’d have to terminate your remaining time of life to die It’s a sound from A to Z, combined with a rattle and a hum, replacement for the deplorable guy Unknown commodity, sideways or up and down, it’ll end in a solo whimper, so have a good day! Idiots close to the vest stay right there, forget about you & your hallucination that you’re alive You’re in a dream & you’ve been fooled to think you’re in a reality other than that, you’re jive Yet you’re free as the flowing water comin’ down the mountain from the melted white snow Simple mind inside of your head, the wall is in your head, I lie that you lie, you’re lying now. Moron, you get it now. You could fly in a blue dream without your wings, just die first, hu-man Winner, winner, chicken dinner, can’t fly for a reason, bake, fry, BBQ their wings, all too human Beans & seeds to keep the ignorance occupied with clutter & immaterial forms of dead-life sin Mortal & original offenses are the natural beast’s behavior, laws are to tame the beast’s skin. Pinch yourself if you think you’re sleeping & dreaming, this is reality & it’s the way it is now For now, cause & effects repeat ad infinitum and there’s nothing you may change, just blow Lips closed tight, wind up & out the face, screech in the ears to be blocked, deleted in spurts Fear me & you until the loathing appears from the place underneath the sister’s dark skirts.
Creatures of variable mutations of DNA, some still here & now, some long extinct, even day 1 Nothing more or less than everything under the sun, our closest star, a bit of the astral cluster Milky Way, immaculate conception inside of a virgin, a pope, bishop & cardinal can preach, sun It’s the invisible One behind the origin of the sun & the whole universe of blown stars, buster. Up and down from the bottom line you can jump to the top shelf of ingredients, old schools Nothing is up there, where everyone wants to go, final destination of dead witches & ghouls Humble your soul’s molecules & atoms down to the nuclei, proud to be dead weight keepers Fick led people from the holy water to the insipid missiles launched & discovered monsters. Telling the bad guys where you hide from the predators is the idea you get before extinction Every extinct species on Earth, from A to Z, some undiscovered, some archeological foreskin Saying words, sounding as A, E, I, O & U, sometimes Y & there’s consonants like the eighteen Five and ten stores have cheap goods, penny candy in jars, security internal morality sting. Bitten by the eye-teeth and canines to bleed out the form of life that is food for vampire ilk They are already dead, painfully alive with the minions who deal in guilt and chocolate milk High five and ten stores closed for business, today and tomorrow, forever and a day or two High times, blood flow, brain’s mind, speak, see & hear no evil, kill purple people eaters too. Everyday you wake up, stay awakened up to 16 hours & then resume the unconscious fire Fire up the engines waiting for the shot to begin the race, the finish line’s ahead, love a liar Perfection between the zero & the One, any other number is imperfect & part of the hole It’s empty & it’s never been full of anything except once, at the Big Bang, boom, let’s role. Sucking down into the Singularity there’s a point of no return, nobody wins at the ending Hair is burnt, skin is love in a hotdog bun, the space between stars & planets is full of scat You can feel the Truth coming into the veins and arteries, streams, rivers & an ocean thing Atoms H2O gas recombination, The End dissolved, hydrogen, neutrino-oxygen Mega boom.
by r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, BLOVEMBER 2nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang? Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.
Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.
Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.
Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.
Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.
Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.
Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.
I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.
Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.
Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.
Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!
Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.