#RIP #TOFF #CHUMPS #ToughAndDumbAsARock #AsAboveSoBelow

STOLEN MIRACLE BELOW AS ABOVE US ALL

On the highway between my heart and my soul, I came upon the middle fork in the road, Man
I knew I'd never have any peace of mind without knowing the real reason you're in the hot fan
You wish you could have done all I've done but you're wish won't come true if you have no Will
To be the One who can put the world on it's keester for high power of the hunter of the food kill.

You can't eat meat raw, you'll get ill & you'll die of an unknown ailment but the living know It
The ailment is DO NOT eat creation in the garden of Eden, you god's damn fools of the low pit
It's on the way to you all personally, you can't think about the facts of life, shut my mouth on high
Altars with sacred sacrifices of miracles, eating symbolic bodies of blood, ad infinitum, a host shy.

Altar boys needed to squeeze the God into another man standing up above the stairs tabernacle
Common and complex just one and the same thing, the unknown is the power, it's one hard sell
Written language inked on papyrus or scratched upon stone walls, inside the libraries of the herd
I won't repeat the mantra therefore, I think I am all there is that's important for me to be absurd.

Wanting to be immortal & live upon the planet forever is not an option, except in somnambulism
Bring back my peace of mind as soon as I realize that Being Alone is divine, it's inhumane autism
Staring at anything moving to avoid using logic & reason, discover the meaning of why life moves
To me, a man here & now yet born in an imaginary past, hereafter in solitary recollection of a One.

Person of the personality, the subset of ethical pretensions of a Golden Rule to hurt nobody's eyes
All men born to Woman deserve the judgement of me & only me, exist under survival's azure skies
And that means you're my focus, a moment or a year, it ain't my call, it's natural-born DNA display
Why the RNA attracts like a magnet to the thing that can multiply one's Being in Love by sex baby.

Mine ain't yours unless I share some of it by my own free will, try to take it out of my hands, try it
You'll get the message just using your brain to manipulate the meaning of what I've clearly said, eh?
Miracles come and go without anyone knowing the Cause is unknown because it's the divine above
In space, far away from the core of this Earth planet & it's moon revolution execution of the doves.

Bring back this final thought, you & I won't meet in flesh & bone or you couldn't leave me all alone
Feeling sorry for me because I don't need you or anyone at all besides my skinny bones' cellphone
In my pocket waiting for the vibe, the buzz or ring dependin' on my priority assigned, all 1, 2 & 3
Sunlight breaking through clouds enveloping the ground of Being, now I recall that only God's free.

What I am is what I am & what you are is what? Something for better or for worse? Y'all married?
Not lonely to know you're in the middle of a dream your handlers forced you to have blind faith in
Or else, you were ostracized from the herd, the group would set you off to sea, all alone, God said
Kidding nobody but yourself, the one that was alive before you were conceived, remember a Sin?

Come on man, it was originally a mortal that began this system of coming out of a Big Bang secret
That you don't have a daddy other than the Man who had an orgasm inside your mother, praise dead
Gypsies and solitary monk scientists get to the bottom of the conundrum, obviously we're all asleep
Sweet feeling like you received as nature nurtured the innocent born to run with the hobos & sheep.

Mothers who invented that way to show the young how to act, how to be in the middle of nowhere
Severed from the host umbilical chord puts the burden on the baby to perform as if it had long hair
Well then, here & now is where we are, listening to the disease drip into health, a negative negated
Funk is just The Cell's bridges to infinity of humanity, long way to the tops' of rocks that roll lead.

It transforms it's metric tons of what's left of the Big Bang's dead, heavy lead all up in my godhead
Actually it's symbolic because of it's potential to become Law of The Land's extinction-bred dead
Ship's assail and nothing can halt the motion of the ocean, Earth spins, I float above, below the sea
Scouting the terrain for the place in Space to settle down from the fitness' survival to retire, just be.

Fish and kelp left by the maker of this dream in a garden rising above hydrogen & oxygen, salty
Of and by the Earth, it is as it's always been & as it will always be, love, hope that faith is faulty
Because when this is all done, you've got to go nowhere or heaven or hell, as above so it is below
No wonder the boys & girls got so sad, sang & played the fool's strings, banged their drum solo.

Pumped up your courage to show the presence of power, the respect for alpha-ape is understood
Appearance of the tiny power as no power at all until it's yielded when guided by Reason's mood
Hot or freezing cold, it is what it is, there's no other option, the Good is not the Evil & vice versa
Creeping into the crack in your defense, I devour the host, just a virus you can't annihilate, GA!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, May XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the #EventHorizon for posterity while jammin' to #BWStevenson's #MyMaria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mAQlg2qSR2w}

Coppers HICCUP again and again ad infinitum UFO identified

NOBODY ANYWHERE SEES WHAT IS INVISIBLE

*AllTooHumanKingdom*

God’s got monster humor deep within the mind’s eye of a hole-spirit
I plaid with the blocks and built what needed gravity to pull it on down
Mystery I left behind on the block in the second city from a Big Apple
Fought for dreams in heaven that dropped to the coffee grounded hill.

Points of your head and your idiot sensations of a moron, idiot or fool
Now, finally aware that your parental supervision was lacking survival

 No skill taught too young, uncool to be a square in a triangular circle
Boiling hot or rock-hard frozen ice, all nature of a fool’s cess’ pool.

Consume & defecate, once you’re free from a womb until a deathbed
You’re intellectual curiosity satisfied once rigor mortis sets you dead
Ego or personality that expressed your presence, dissolved in the air
My love, a lack of care for Life on Earth, existence as such, orphaned.

Humming like a bird’s rapid beating wings, my engine is primed to act
In a play, a game, for reality is nothing but that, it’s a phenomenal fact
Allies turn into preposterous enemies, sons & daughters of all heroes
Courtesy motors, courtesy groceries all just hand-outs for bold foes.

Complicated mess of ordering things from atom to heavenly bodies
Washed, scrubbed clean of bacteria and viral infections clinging fleas
Shame on you, shame on me, shame on the first & the last of the free
Kites flyin’ and the lead is heavier than a ton of rock and rolling glee.

Must leave on a last gasp, gone not forgotten, just way gone, far away
Mighty fog covering the Truth, a necessary & sufficient argument ploy
To be or not to be in peace between wars, fun playing good vibrations
Opportunity knocks if you arrest your attention upon mortal godsons.

Barter your days & nights without your last confession, don’t speak it
Word that sounds like O & M in a drawn-out hum until it all rattles spit
In or out of rattlesnakes’ seven holes, eyes, ears & lips, two too much
Pens and stylus incursive scribbles on paper-thin 8x12 such & such.

Colors to the colorblind are the spelling and sound of words, B&W TV
Everywhere you see, if you’re colorblind is all there is of this worldly

 Things themselves in one form or another, micro-macroscopic pixels
Apes maintaining it, grooming enhanced survival of the stinkin’ hells.

Without soap and water, without the cover-up anti-fish bobber floats
We’d all be alone in our own odorific scent that nobody can ever feel
Between sheets or in a million permutations of the screws & lug bolts
You sleep, dream & you gotta roll with the tires & a quicksilver wheel.

That being said, whatever it was I can’t recall, a moment in time heals
Who knows why Earth of the sun’s solar system revolves in orbitals
Ideals come & go with the weather which is annoying yet quite quaint
Monsters ghost you in your bed, they’re in your head, all-woke saint.

Monument tower above the babbling people who can’t get along well
Extinction of the species requires existence, and that ship has sailed
What we have here’s a failure to express the meaning of decrepit dead
At one point, all points bulletin repeats ad infinitum, rings Hell’s Bell.

Looking glass mirror shattered into a million pieces, puzzled far apart
From the original One image into a mirage of two failed sacred hearts
Then from two, a geometric progression up to a zillion bytes of charm
Subatomic free radicals open the door, here we come, we mean harm!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XI, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Keep your hat on, dribbled out while jammin’ to #VanillaFudge #KeepMeHanginOn link @  https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=uape6ko1TpR1nbYi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GO FLY A KITE FLYGUY

GLORY DAYS, HIGH GLAZE-DAZE

Pulling a rabbit out of my top hat isn’t the absolute first time I’ve tricked the fools
Wants and urgent needs have no necessity in the fusion & fission of the holy tools
Bloody liquid turns into a scab once it leaks into the open air & bleeds it out hot
Leaving the organs and bones cold as ice and in decrepit mode, God’s best shot.

Pears and pomegranates in the baked pies coolin’ down on the windowsill & I’m all
Meaning I don’t have anything to say because I’m rhetorically insufficient to play ball
Up the Hudson or down the Mississippi, I’m in the mode to signify the Dozens’ corners
In the end, exit door swings open to let me into a sacred hole that nobody else enters.

Fuel burnt to move the animation from frame to frame, present to past, creepy lapses
Reality of curve and speed balls getting’ tagged with deep wood to the bleacher’s pass
Far left or far left, even deep center, feat to complete the four banger was a cake walk
Caught Babe, Roger, Mickey & Casey at bat that last inning, in bottom of the ninth talk.

In the end, it was just like the first time, the wood sinks the unseen fastball, no label
Sailing so far, I couldn’t track it’s distance and landing, I just knew it was out the park
There will be no others, this one was all in my mind in the first place, had no A-power
Explains no scouts at my little league all star game, just a bunch of moms down lower.

Miracles happen only if there’s no cause to initiate the follow up effect, spontaneous C
It moves it all from the alpha to the omega, outside the cosmic hole, a God can’t see
Could have if I would have but I didn’t and I knew I wouldn’t follow the ten commands
I lied right off of the bat, the other nine would fall like all dominos & hourglass sands.

Queens birthed the princes and the paupers; they lived up the block with their warden
Split ends on both sides stretching infinity into a delicious, loosen nuts from all bolts
Dreaming about escaping from prison you’ve been locked up in, your neighborhood sin
Horses pulling the stagecoach up from Virginia into a New York state of mind Autumn.

Blind belief and a baseless hope for all too human beings of compassionate Charity
You’ve met them, you’re related to them and befriended some of them, in perpetuity
Feckless without a limit, without remorse that nobody has any recourse, romance sin
Having sugar babies who grow into men and women who fought the law & stars of tin.

Malfunctions of our calculus is abstract, we are notions in the garden nobody tended
Stuck on the other side of the other side, until it’s too late to be so damned offended
Imagine perfect zero, perfect one and everything else, essence of the whole shebang
Reality exposed and it’s skintight, dream fades & you’re fading to black, bang, bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 840 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @BILLYJOEL

#DogDontEatDog #FourDeadInOHIO #CrosbyStillsNashYoung #RememberKentState #TheRollingStones

Tin Soldiers & Nixon cut us down, 4 dead in Ohio, MIC-DROP

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Sweet leaves burnt to smoke your lungs into the deep space of time running out
Of the sands of time in an hourglass, flipping over hours, every millennia no doubt
Do you have a leader? Take me to your leader, the one who doesn’t want exposure
To the ones who need to lock up your agitation in the bell jar from duty came a tour.

This is not about your idiots and morons educated by clueless parents too busy too
Monday through Saturday will get you to the day of rest, Sunday bloody Sunday Son
Husky and skinny bones underneath your skin, fed by your blue blood, IQ below One
Monkeys ran the show, wrote the commandments, punished the offenders, died too.

I am apolitical, you are a Marxist-Leninist-Maoist and too fat to be hungry to be free
Of your masters & mistresses with uniforms & jack boots, waving their holy scat to be
Whether you sleep soundly at night & live in peace while awake in the daylight, or not
Us all & every other living thing, every atom of every cell will expire in extinction’s sea.

I’m no Einstein from the Void or even a Bozo from the circus, The Truth is false, I confess
Nothing but blinding light in tomes, scratched & painted upon inner walls of all darkness
Highballs drank until drunk, you got drunk at five & killed the soul & mind in a fine fellow
Dead & gone, not yet a miracle again defying nature, be alive to live, as above, so below.

Good and bad actors in the play on the stage but it’s not an infinite time, it’s almost over
Extinction of the species’ genome & return to the caves and boiling cosmic sea of acid
Party on the patio for you & I, no games to play, just conversation of philosophy & lovers
What do we think about when we think about Oneness, my God, my woman, we’re dead!

I got a line on the mystery presented as the silence of the lambs, be quiet about the Truth
Slaughter is not my destiny, silence of my logic & reason is not allowed, slide in the booth
Deduced the conclusions used to engage the loud-mouthed females with bad breath spit
Upon the innocent & wild life on E Street, crack down on the hard life, long 44 Years of s#it

Model fixed, cracked the monkey-mind between the hemispheres, split the personality too
Not acting like the same person alive in one body, more like two wills to power, red and blue
Punch in the face with those facts of life downloaded into your i-pod, dream about wizards
Whomever they may be, they’ll expire with death, without me, Nothing exists but buzzards.

Fun in the city and a struggle in the ghetto & on the farms & ranches to keep the herd fed
With corn-infused beef, dead meat of cattle raised to be eaten by the carnivores of Dead
Learned without question from birth to death, Life happens, we got lucky, granted grace
To be animated, breathing air, running on higher ground, digging in the dirt of God’s face.

Blood thirsty, drink until drunk and then wonder why there’s still a thirst, you’re a killer ape
Not a decision for the free will, killer apes kill, you’re one of them, let others kill for you too
Buy the dead stuff wrapped up in cellophane and Styrofoam in a store full, baked & canned
Agitators of Revolution, you’re moron dupes, Marx rollin’ over guffaws, F.U. you’re banned!

Timing is everything and I know I’m right because this unknown fact is now known wisdom
You’re oh so mortal, you’re gonna die, you won’t be punished or rewarded after The System
This spasm with the last gasp, you can’t look in the mirror postmortem, rest assured grim
So, stare in the mirror now, look deep into your eyes’ pupils for the empty, black pool, OM!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Mayday First, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cocked the hammer for the hair trigger coverage, got me back my bullets while jammin’ to@NeilYoung#FourDeadInOhio different story than TODAY, VIETNAM THEN, WAH WAH WAH NOW… link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCS-g3HwXdc&t=81s }

#DropAPinOnAMap

JUST PRESS PLAY TO CLASH

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Dropped a pin on a map of your 50 states of being here and now, here’s all I got to show for it
Pings and pongs goin’ back & forth without any purpose other than going to be hit, to and fro
Within the parallel lines and rectangular spaces between the empty out of bounds bull’s s#it
Apes in trees’ houses, cave mountains, chopped up pick-up sticks & rocks formed into a blow.

Punks & full-fledged genii who watch the way the balls bounce and throw ‘em down in a hole
Inches and kilometers matter as much as the space between the atoms that move unmoved
Stone cold or pistol barrel hot, I know the ends and the fools tryin’ to get them in a contract
Made to be dissolved like the sugar in your water, still sweet yet invisible to the yet undead.

Pitbulls & Collies on either side of the spectrum, to watch and protect your spirit’s high heels
Spike up another inch or two so you look taller than sweet home Alabama red, Georgia peach
Now the Daisy Dukes get to my vision’s eyesight getting’ blinded by the Tequilla clear jiggers
Alright on the left, there’s fire in the hole, duck & cover, hit the dirt, yo’ arse is grass, buggers!

Burnt to freeze dry and a shattering of atoms into electrons, neutrons & mother’s proton Man
It’s a code of acid, another miracle of evolved mud, blood & beer from the ranch & farm sand
I know, we know what nobody Is, God’s wide open vacuum of elemental magic, a phart-ch
Gas sags the empty space, warps time into infinity from you mama’s womb, bullseye, #DART.

What’s your 20? Gimme your latitude, drop a pin on a map, need your longitude attitude too
Drunk all the tequila last night, all I got left is the JD Black, well at least ¾’s not watered down
Had to hide that slack from my girl, sisters, mothers, lady friends, wives, grandmas got it blue
Living and waiting for the prince or the pauper can be so time consuming, you know it’s true.

I shook and rattled the cage until the walls came tumbling down to the higher ground below it
Temptations to rest and recuperate while sunbathing in the blown atoms millions, tons of s#it
Pumping the beginning of it all to the bitter ends that nothing can recuperate, it’s coffin or fire
Buried below the down home pretty ones so the babies don’t know where the daddies are at.

Baked the cookies in that hot oven, it’ll all come out in nine months, babies get the bad penny
From the brothers and nephews of the bums and junkies who reproduced the roaring twenty
With the maniac 2020’s from one to nine, Man broke through scant atmospheric scat to Rome
Passed the germs out into the pristine and empty, all that’s #GetGone brought it down home.

Find me fiddling around and twiddling my fingers in a circular jerk, like no-count hillbilly scat
Produced by the children of clueless girls who feared the mighty abused children they reared
Babies got older, cranked up the engines with mighty home-grown to speed through the dead
Living from first cry’s shout until the final peep & airless spit comin’ with a holy corpse’s FAT!

Dream over in a flash, Underground or Above The Law of Fish and Game departments of gods
Who never showed the facts of life to the minions created from rock dirt & hydrogen hotrods
Mud kicked off my combat boots, pulled on my cowboy boots to fetch some homegrown tea
California coast or inland up to the foothills and in between the models of the deep blue sea.

Paid that bill twice and I need that refund to be applied to my future tab, it’s comin’ soon too
Dropped a dime on your sisters & brothers, some of your mother & fathers I now pooh-pooh
Wise knowledge and foolish followers of the Word, philosophy and science of pop culture Ids
Comin’ to Budda or Confucius or Christian splinter groups, leading to the End, over & out kids!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Inside the Outside looking through the plexiglass while jammin’ to @TobyKeith #RIP concert link @ https://youtu.be/EHi4qAN5zeg?si=LIgtvbpQveIzUkF3 }

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

#WhereTheCountryGirlsAt #CombatCowboyBoots

Sipping slowly, mahalo mothers
Up & down home pretty with the only things that matter, my seven daughters’ of mamasans
In a high recipe for the recreation of the wheel that rolls downhill until the end time of reruns
Runnin’ ‘round a whole life from beginning to end just because you need to know why it lies
All about the true meaning of living & making it to the top of the heap of gold & super flies.

Heavy or light-hearted means nothing once the spin stops, don’t Matter in Space, so I moved
As above, so it is below, nothing at all happens without having an effect except One Thing said
Somebody told me what was neo-funky about the vinyl & celluloid until I heard the cool teach
Smack dive bar in the middle of town, ya know Alabama Red, Tennessee Wild, Georgia Peach.

Makin’ a whole pie out of a 3.14, it can’t be all there is to the piece of pi I’m tryin’ to get gone
I need to move quickly on the 64 squares of the slippery slopes, epicenter of the empire’s loan
Gave a spark in the soul to animate 208 bones, out of the blue & black, dunce to genius minds
City crowd & country wide east to west, north to south, dried up land of rivers’ lakes & mines.

Stay with me until the last jump on the high dive board, gonna jackknife & crank a cannonball
All to show all girls how cool it is when I splash ‘em with my smackdown in the middle of that
They’ll wanna have my babies but I don’t know why, it’s a food stamp or welfare issue of Zen
Whether you like it or not, you’ll get moody and blue because you’ll miss me now and then.

There won’t be a return to the beginning, it is not the point of being alive, I see you hear me
Look at the squinting of eyes on the face & a smile or grimace either way, way of the frisbee
Thrown away from you on an angular tilt from the plane of parallel ground & blue sky aloft
It all makes no sense, it’s actually nonsense, yet survival remains the main function of Nott.

This Jack, a Jack Nott in the crowd of movers and shakers of the rabble of paupers who sleep
Awake in a dream yet in denial of the fact of life that the brief existence of Man is a woke joke
Laughing out loud or in a subtly vague tone to sneer at the suggestion of slapstick comedy folk
Humor’s the realization that Reality’s an absurdity without an equal, Life is indeed, but a joke.

Mass of the subatomic charm in the atom fulfills the divine, the all too humane of The Fable
You and I know nothing about it, someone has pretended to know, free or slave masonic tale
The Harbors between the red, white and blue seas are hostile & fortified by hard rock & stone
Stoned high as an arrow can fly without damage, bullets & cannonballs win it all, I’m so alone.

Lost Nothing when something appeared out of nowhere, I demand an explanation for the chit
In a kitty where everyone’s chit goes, it’s a country-girl, home-grown thang, hit me wit yer bit
Pitching the cheers for the alleviation of the fears about the unknown cause of extinction’s pie
Cut in equal portions of first four, then six & finally eight, all gone before the flowers up high.

Beans swallowed to line the belly with TNT my mama told me to watch out for, all a girl wants
It’s all that’s important, ask Adam, Moses, Martin L. King or Trump, smack me with débutantes 
All the primo beautiful representatives of the species at the party, dancing, drinking, in a mood to
Rockin’ the house wall to wall, ceiling to floor of the cellar, y’all stuck with the red wine brew.

I saw myself on the chrome before I took a scoot down-home lookin’ for all swingin’ blue jeans
Known what’s unknown was comin’ up the road, down or uptown wherever their 20 screens
Wisdom’s DNA swimming pool with infants & elders of millennia, all of ‘em down-home pretty
Recombination of flying objects in random directions, magnetized, unholy, divine power, me!

You got the shot in front of you, let your fist hand it to you, down the hatch, take it all home
It’s work but the play ain’t worth a lick unless you get the tax-free payoff, postmortem foam
You & your forefathers not to mention your descendant naked-ape relatives, all are The One
Same as it’s always been since the Big Bang, it’ll always be until stars call God, the only son.

Pitbull or junkyard bulldog ain’t a big thing to me, I guard my own with the S&W .357 load
Looked here and there for the 2nd amendment to the Constitution, everywhere on the map
Dropped a pin on the east and west, north and south, upper echelon echo of the third mode
Yesterday with the Daisy Dukes, tomorrow with the maternity jeans, all five kids got a slap.

Twenty-five years ago, I began & it’s ending’ just like this, love in a vacuum of dead radio air
Just a hiss, in one ear and out the other one, old school I’m never goin’ back to, I’m bein’ fair
Could have taken the retaliation of decades all gone, I’m sayin’ nothing, drop a pen on a map
Right there I’ll be, smack down in the middle of that pocket, drunk & offended, no pap slap.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 4-28-2024 AD  @ 111 PMPST

{ Blasted out the DRONE, while listenin’ to #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt?  On youTube #HitMeWithYerTwenty #DropAPinOnAMap link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?list=RDqBbTUw6dIpA }

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

#AdInfinitum #PretendIJustDontCare #WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses

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 }

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