#AdInfinitum #SantanaOneness @Carlos_Santana

ANONYMOUS GHOST PRINTS

Fear the unknown if you must but the opposite should be sufficient to survive
Only the strong survive, even if the strong are wrong due to deception in a hive
Nobody alive will escape the inevitable doom, no air in & out of a high mind-eye
Some people are created of the ilk you see & others from a TNT-blown pig stye.

Downsized from the biggest bang we’ll never see since it’s past without witness
Only reasoning in reverse using induction & deduction to formulate the address
Being here and now is a transitory experience, a momentary lapse of logic’s bend
Thing itself right here & now in the Present passing into the Future every second.

Deeper fathom than you can see the sunshine of the star, there the blind see it all
In and out of the theater as allowed to eat, drink and be merry as the case may be
I got the sidebar you’re lookin’ for, here comes the judge’s daisy duke shorts to slap
A Matter of Time in Space for the simple man philosophy, dropped a pin on a map.

Arrived as an atom meeting in the pitch-black darkness’ barometric pressure & I die
As all of those who lived before me, we came & all will have gone by the end of Times
Earth’s trajectory predictable for a New York minute ‘til the kids of the lost Angels fly
Known to be the X-system of ups, downs, ins & outs of all that ever will have rhymes.

Only you & I know for certain what’s been DNA code, the gingerbread fell in love oven
What appears to be accidental is a dream with a purpose, to be or not to be one eleven
Over a hundred years of destiny, all being alive in Space & Time, in or out of Man’s Fake
Full of Joy, Peace, Love, all in Harmony built by a perfect One, I’m as it Is #Woke Awake.

Traded what you had for gold bulls, immortals alien beings, queens, kings and Korans
Born infants learning from X wisdom of all-too-human eggs, hatched in darkness’ pens
Gypsy woman, my mama & maybe yours too, daughter of some bogyman enchantment
Caught my papa in the manner of creating something out of nothing at all, an elephant.

Last pull of air, final gasp nobody wants or needs, neither you nor me, a heavenly body
Animating a bone within the invisible skin, colored no more in blacker white, all bloody
Not for the vampires among the throngs of immortally dead that consumes all sunlight
Unloaded heat too hot, heart beating skins, blowing horns, plucking strings, all unholy.

In & out of tune for the knife fight of Freedom to say the words of true & false moves
What does Love have to do with anything? It’s the edge to be at One, alone grooves
Cause at first of the Unmoved Mover is the reason for Life on Earth & anywhere I am
In skulls full of indecipherable, microscopic sequences of a fusion-fission flimflam.

To be buried once dead or burnt into chunks of ash drop-back in boiling cosmic soup
Lady without a beauty recipe, wasn’t written on the wall with the rest of commands
Awesome being in awe of the brilliance of the smile of infinite swelling, soft silkiness
Heart made of stone, soul of rubber, made out with One, high pranking’ on a G string.

Newest ancient prehistory opens the book to blank pages before the Word made flesh
Good to be aware we’re in the middle of nowhere’s vacuum of immortal, quark mush
Moment, you recall your first bit of awareness that you cried for the prehistoric, a Void
Less than a burning star, too bright to stare at without going blind, you’re an android.

Hold on to that tiger you grabbed by the tail, it can’t back to you with deadly claw tips
Can’t have you for supper with the other cats, you punch a fist up the feline bung hole
What you’ve got is what should ne’er have been, spirits all around us, smoke & a mirror
Dressed to kill, naked to the world, fast forward or rewound for a pleasure, more beer.

Bumped Tesla cars into one another but they croak die we do, stop in the world order
Bums near the railroad tracks dancin’ in the flesh, everywhere up & down the tracks
Metal to metal, light or heavy creation of the Space’s tea, mixed gas blown to tidbits
Warped causes & effects of being all too human, right or wrong, I guzzle the Schlitz.

Hit the ball, catch the ball, run & jump around on the field’s artillery until you’re a hero
Mellow out as the Earth’s mainstream travels back to the origins of empty ocean of air
It’s hydrogen and oxygen like it’s never been before, only one place in a universal flow
Rockin’ what’s all inside of you, all you got your mama gifted you, et al of the gods’ roe.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IV-XXVI-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Kicked out this jam while in harmony listenin’ to @CarlosSantana #LetThereBeLoveLightJoyUndersanding on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q4vuSjSkHNU }

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

MY DARLING, MY ONE & ONLY FOREVER & A DAY

#WhereTheCountryGirls #GitMeThereFast #KidsGrowUP #RememberTheNoise?

SMELL GOOD & GEORGIA PEACHES

ssssssssss#HitMeWithYerTwentysssssssss

Seriously inside of an obvious mistake, I shouldn’t have been here this long, just kidding
Drop a pin on a map, several close calls & you’ll make me believe in 9 lives of Fritz the Cat
You know the gist of the intel without knowing, you’ll get blindsided with mud on your boots
None of it’s so pretty but it’s all you’ve got there, god son, at least you ain’t wasted toasts.

Wake up in the AM every day from the first day after graduation from high school, forty spins
Wide turns around the sun several times, knocked out in a coma full of sticky straight pins
Monkeys in charge of the bananas without my permission, prebirth & afterbirth it will be too
Hens and cocks pullin’ night watch in the crib, the smell good ain’t wastin’ my drone’s blue.

Gone out with the highly likely to be kissed because my face is cryin’ for the one, Georgia as
Or Mississippi, New Jersey, Washington or Califon I A, they even in Alabama & L.A. & Texas
Utah & Montana country girls in the Daisy Dukes can’t see orange hot pants from a Hooters
Shook up the rhythm & rhyme on a dime, a penny for your thoughts but it ain’t worth a dime.

Pi was all of 3.14 & everyone knew it, free style motion from the first shot in the darkness
Likely the answer must be exact, or you’ll miss the middle of the honey’s twenty, I confess
I have the radar & the sonar for the trick, no way the target ain’t gonna be in my crosshairs
Marksman or not, silent smoke filled the bullseye 50 for 50 with 1 M-16 arm, shots & beers.

Recollect the world you’ve been in, be present for a minute & be prepared to gape your lips
It was all a dream, every single moment, every day of every year, all the decades of hot hips
You know like I know other than the priests & nuns, everybody wants to get the busy thang
Obliteration one, it’s a chemical notion to proceed with species annihilation, Dracula fang.

Afterburners of the jet you call yourself need to be fired up soon, you’re airborne for good
Corpse of all too human to be left behind for ash or a dark dash in a roomless silver bullet
It ain’t a curse to die, it’s the deal for the coming & going of souls, you come & gotta fight
Sooner or later, accident or just organic failure to run the show, represent your highlights.

A five will get you ten on that bet, the odds are against you but if you win, you’ll be rich
If you lose, you’ll be like you were the day before your mother gave you up, son of a bitch
No honorable way to be on Earth, it’s a survival for the most fit that prepare for battles
Nothing you do can change the fact that punks will come out the woodwork for skittles.

My candy is mine, I ain’t sharia’ unless I get you to drop a pen on a map, we’ll kick it dead
Of mice and men movin’ the Earth until the final gasp of H-gas, lost face & all teeth rotted
Artist and philosopher of metaphysical astrophysics and the mentally ill cuckoo’s nest 20
Here and now, wherever I reach with this thought, I think, when I die, I won’t think it’s funny.

I won’t think at all once the brain’s synapses quit firing sparks of trans-cranial skull candy
Mark zeros and ones like that’s all you need to exceed the speed of Yankee doodle dandy
You got my twenty right now ‘cause you see my cell# on your screen, Alabama red all that
Gotta go out to a Red Barn to dance with some Daisy Dukes, it’s the cowboy boots & hat.

3 wishes since you’ve rubbed the Aladdin lamp and now the sky’s the limit, just press play
Hay can stay in the barn until tomorrow, I’ll slop the pigs then too, hot date with Daisy duke
My wheels are shinin’ and ready to roll, beepin’ my horn before I turned the corner, I’ll say it
So fine, I can’t believe my fortune as if God set me up with the dish, her pops had a hussy fit.

Good man that I am, I married the girl when she let me, ‘fore her dad killed me via shotgun
Seven months later a little drone came out to live eighteen years underfoot, y’all havin’ fun
I ran into you before; you can’t recall but you ran into my car & dented my door and fender
You owe me four grand, pay me now or we’ll settle it with you, hey, I’ll return you to sender.

Noise is louder than I remember, a buzz and full-blown hiss 24/7 except during an LP skip
Rockin’ loud might be what caused it with a malleus, incus & stapes, hammer-anvil-stirrup
I’m the end and beginning of the place in Space I’m takin’ up, it’s my 20 & incognito smoke
City girls eventually turn into country girls once they go to the show, I am fire, I’m the stoke.

Good ones & bad ones are in the eyes of the beholder, blind eyes see nothing clear, waste
By the scent and sound, there’s something to that kind of sensation you can’t see or taste
Use the world to understand why you came here & why you live & die for nothing ever seen
Halls echo with sounds attracting pretty birds who only want to be treated like a l’il queen.

Popcorn and lollypops for everyone, like them or not, you get some at this movie, justice
Your life and the ones you know and love as well as the ones you don’t, shootin’ the dice
You win some and lose some but when the dice are loaded, you can’t win a hot can of tin
Catchin’ the cheater ain’t easy if you’re stupid or an idiot, look at the eyes, a devil’s all in.

Smacked down in the middle or at the hind teat, puppies don’t know like the alpha dogs
Only you know and I know the end of the story, seen the others buried & burned out too
Left with nothing but the smoke & ash or the stench of what shat or formaldehyde flogs
Covering up the olfactory offense, the best you can do is avoid it, stay alive or turn blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 4-24-24 #DropAPenOnAMap 711 PMPST
{ Created while loopin’ #WhereThCountryGirlsAt @Luke_Bryan & @Trace_Adkins & @Pitbull link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=ZlpoNRQFm5AxP0VR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WATTStheWORD #ThankYouForBeingAnAmigo(a)

CHEER LEADERS’ FUNKY RAZZMATAZZ & GAZA ZAZA

sssssssssssssssssssssss0ssssssssssssssssssssss
Some news for you that you will find important enough to make a head blow Time & Space
From skim milk to holy water & onto chocolate scat in vanilla and butterscotch, in your face
Through your lips and teeth & on down to the gullet that won’t allow the entry, I’m long gone
The toll will be paid at the other end of the spectrum, you won’t know it’s comin’, it’s done.

Martyr revealing the pain & suffering of dying without fighting for survival, as a lamb chops
So does humankind, as above, so below, there’s nothing more nor less to go with the flow
Of the blues you feel and sing as if you believe that Life is a gift from gods or random chaos
Either way, here and now we are down with it all, common denominator below ZZ Topps.

Mirror of the image you sent is reflecting nothing, as if you’re a dead vampire, fallen angel
Find the abstract intellectuals to find out the Truth about existence and purpose for do tell
Punch in your own mouth, slap the spit out of it, maybe a tooth or three will fall off the bone
It’s finite not infinite, you have the Truth now, handle it & be aware you’re in a twilight zone.

Drunk until the brain malfunctioned during a survival drill, I would have died, I’m done son
Microscopically a macrocosm of the infinitely tiny, no more than an atom, all alone spasm
Three planes of dimensional links to one another, ninety degrees to 90 angles from zero fun
Clouds blow away, blue ain’t blue, it’s black on black, my illusion of hope & blind orgasm.

Wait until tomorrow when today is considered yesterday, then you’ll see all of It, rise up too
Linked into the rodent & insect culture which was all that was here before Man’s rising shoe
Crashed into Earth & can’t get away again, stuck in the orbit of the ecliptic & it’s permanent
I was already gone before the gods found me guilty of nothing more nor less than royal blue.

Harvey had a habit of hittin’ the bottle often but wasn’t aware that “Vodka” was in the mix
Still the will & the thought were positive until the 32 bytes of orange & cherry God so high
That coming down means getting higher than the stratosphere near empty Space, as I fly
So down here, look out below since it will come down 32 feet per second/second, it’s a fix.

In no space in any corner, on any floor below any ceiling, is there anything more than zero
Forms, shapes, essences of entities in the shallows, where we cannot navigate the hero
Into and out of trouble, it just appears, and I immerse until the resolution has completed
Until hot form is dropped into the fire and ice that turn to ash, Man & Woman are all dead.

You drunk yet? One more gulp & I eat the orange slice & cherry for the coup d’ gras of it all
Higher and higher by the moment, you pledge allegiance to no flag, no stripes or stars fall
Out of the revolutionary wars, here we are, here we go, I resign my position as speaker dog
No pet of anyone, son of Sam, Samson with the Platonic erudition of Socratic lift of the fog.

To think about it, you confirm the essence has been unleashed inside of the bubble of life
Children brains are damaged by their elders, on purpose but not intentionally with malice
It’s a useful tool operating the movement of the sun, moon & stars, Earth is flat as interface
Of the things that can’t be known, it’s because they have no matter, immaterial no-things.

Know that what you hope is true may not be, what you have faith in may not be worthy of it
All that you love may not be reciprocated to make the soul whole, shake it off in the holy pit
Apemen appear as hairy Neanderthals & Australopithecus, to populate our telltale heart
Beats and skips some regular rhythm, never deletes the rhyme, it will be the Truth’s dart.

Thrown at the bullseye, it’s nailed in the center, no question, winner, winner chicken dinner
Preference for contradictions and invalid arguments with questionable premises to argue
That your mother & father were necessary conditions for your existence, it is a fact of life
Sufficient condition is breathing in & out, seeing nothing, hearing & smelling nothing et al.

Power of light and thunder is committed to eternity without interruption, you have no say
Regardless of your opinion, by nature all opinions are wrong, they are not the whole Truth
Ask and answer in private or in sessions, get the value of wisdom, hip knowledge of Dr. Dre
Eminem warning of the OG #TicTac tactics #STFU here & there, #MF accounting of The Play.

I’ve got more than one thing to say but I’ll let it go with that, I am what I am & can’t change
It’s the way it’s gonna be until the day I die, I am the thing your mother warned you about
Your dad won’t ever catch me, so if you wanna go to Nirvana or Hades, keep it up, my man
You’ll go when I give the word, chit happens right then, ain’t no choice being all too human.

Fry or bake, straight or mixed, all eating & all drinking, consume the whole rocky, big stone
Hurry up & wait for me up there but if you got down there, go without me, I won’t be alone
Punishment and rewards just like the existence from birth to death, it forms the character
Main man or foibled stooge, either way, you come, you go, you say adieu to him & all of her.

I think I’m locked into a recurring reality inherited from my future ancestors, time reversal
Why though? Just for fun or to learn an essential lesson about an unknown scenario jail
Just fear or be feared, the only two choices during the random, natural selection of raw ilk
It survives & becomes extinct because it’s the nature of the beast, Nuclear fallout’s in milk.

On another’s hands, the other hand don’t take my word for it, Word Up was made flesh
From a Logo to skin & bone, illegitimate or not, facts of life dictate the rainbow’s tin trash
Of the rainbow from ultraviolet blue to infrared crimson, a sunset to sunrise eclipsed a fit
As if it ever means “A Thing” to be in the random shadow of a natural back spin of holy chit.

Modify or cut the subjects’ predicates and verbs with adverbs and adjectives of THEE, MAN
All more than the too simple-minded temple dweller can handle, oh so very, very human
Completely out of the hot backhands of any cosmic divine being, it’s all about me & you too
Sew up your bloody wounds & pucker up buttercup, the Dr. Katz lowdown Blues ain’t blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 4-12-2024 A.D. @ 1159 PMPST 

{ Good enough for #TootToot }

{ Liquid flows H2O downhill, freezes far away “Hot ash It!” Drafted to the sound you here right here, link @ https://youtube.com/shorts/LyKAJj4GSZI?si=yrEoc6ZJYVeIUELh }

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