#DOPE #TimingIsEverything

TIMING (76) ON THE CLOCK, RHYTHM & RHYME

Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs
At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

 
Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Mercredi, April 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }
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FLASHBACK RUMBA

A KARMA PAYBACK

Oak tree didn’t get my attention even though it was in my way, I lost the direct hitter plunge
Into the frozen cold death that no human deserved while alive on Earth, no karma that evil
Living & dead spirits of the most evil beings ever created by the divine light of a holy godson
Next step beyond the baby steps should be into the Twilight Zone of Zazen’s 1st dimension.

Facing the backward way of paying no attention to the reality of everyone on a planetary tie
To the Immortal, Universal, Thing Itself, so to speak, power that Be without a hint of doubt
Tree of knowledge with some carnal information about an orgasm within a fertile egg hole
Needing to represent Categories of powerful knowledge, of Good & Evil, bad boys let’s roll.

Pioneer for the first dawn of the dream as a Will To Power meaning to make wish come true
Not only for me & you but for every planet in this solar system of a planetary electron bi-law
Like butter spread thin as celluloid film upon the silver screen of the backhanded southpaw
Such as, so forth plus in addition to a plethora of wise comments, silent sips of a cold brew.

Common enough to keep your arse in high gear getting out of town on a high horse & saddle
Feet locked in the stirrups with spurs strapped on my boots, giddy up for one last full-gallop
Parallel with a stagecoach’s six-horse team of geldings, darker than a hot pink, 9mm G lock
Dirty with dry mud from the foothills caked over warriors’ torsos & extremities on the block.

Bring your treasure to trade for the valued wisdom and knowledge you’ve got hidden within
Momentary lapsed Reason failed at logical inductions & deductions, mortal conclusive sin
Known that Earth & Existence of Life result from one First Cause, accidental collision of gas
Park & Strike, caboose & locomotive forever frozen, a dead locomotion, I’ve been dead last.

Need big King Kong to clear the river-way of debris, been hooked on computer chip cookies
Momentum of tons of matter cannot be stopped by oil, nuclear or electrical battery power
What it means to be dead you can only imagine, like sleeping soundly & waking up no more
So, in the end, as it has been since the Big Bang & resulting expansion & annihilation score.

Singularity as a series of photons, neutrons, electrons, protons & neutrinos in flux, the shyt
I can’t be as old fashioned as you think I am but you know, now that I think about it, hot rods
Old fashioned I am, nitro-fire, eight pistons in the 383 cc’s bored out to a 407+, so it’s a drag
Your blood and your ebony arms and legs carry no weight to carry me up the wall, have a fit.

Funky Broadway I’ve gone up & down the thoroughfare with and without you, on or off base
Kids that used to run hallways of schools now run halls of congress & judges of us to be too
Herd follows the head of the cattle drive, two or four legged complete the mission of movin’
Farther away from refused intake that can’t bury low enough, sinkers below dead signaling.

Kidding nobody but myself when I pretend the sights & sounds are gonna be happy for good
Getting in good shape for hot battles ahead that I will not begin but will end with gusto food
Hurry to get from place to place in Space before you get too old & immobile, so go die high
Drinking and forcing the spirits to come out of the holy souls locked into the skin’s bone dry.

Arrows shot from my bow just like Cupid should do, but went on vacation, playin’ concerts
Party at the oil slick, serve up the gumbo like there’s no tomorrow, girls off with the T-shirts
Mississippi thick good for me & for you, all officers out of their quarters, squeeze boxes on
Head bobbin’ and toe tappin’ while the hips be shakin’ the tang, all your heart ain’t handling.

As far as I can recall, many kisses & tears from my face touched the things out of my world
Nevermore to return back to the present, being the forgone past that will never be a future
Disappears as soon as it comes out of the darkness, unknown, unnamed, unforeseen Star
Vision and wavelengths of color produced through the atmospheric lens, Real thing is afar.

Burning Hydrogen makin’ it warm for sunshine’s tanning and seed sprouting on land & sea
Perfect punks common to the herd of homo sapiens, evolved from special creation’s DNA
No record, written or spoken of this original reason for being alive on Earth, guess work god
We believe that we’re thinking, therefore we believe that we exist without dyin’ in a hot rod.

Sorry to say, it’s about time that we fly without the wings we never received during creation
Apologize for the faithfully departed who have Hell to pay but there’s only one way to go, Up
High as a tower of Babel, it’ll be built before it’s all over, humanity is all too human, #fins-up!
Spread your wings & fly, parrots rule the roost, colorblind of red, yellow, green and blue Gin.

I’m workin’ out the details, the last ones I’ll have to flesh out, the pall bearers sink me down
Into the deepness, land, sea or Outerspace out of this World, sure the energy matters sewn
It’s wavelengths and frequencies enmeshed into the matrix of melodies and rhapsody ties
Don’t mock me for trippin’ on the dream that takes on the word ‘reality’ while drunk on flies.

Fine & dandy, thousands of results of parental guidance & riddance of the baggage U-Haul
Simply complex as getting to know who the phuq you are, why you’re here this Time, Oh My
It’s maybe neither here nor there but if and only if it is here & now, I’ll bite the bait’s hook fly
Split the honey pot & divide the treasure in equal shares, leave me out, gold ore rockin’ y’all.

Your mind and your body are one and the same thing, mind being a word synonymous with
Nothing at all, mind doesn’t exist without the body, although reversal of that is a sorry St}ith
Hummingbirds’ wings give it the name of the thing itself, form-thing is it’s audio expression
Express yourself by drinkin’ cups of espresso, bone dry or wet, it’s all good to go, mortal sin.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March 29, 2024, A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ Crusader on ghost horses runnin’ the dozens on the people, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @MontyPythonHolyGrailMovie link @ https://youtu.be/13GAiI1l7K4 }

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LOVE YOU ALL OVER, OVER & OVER

 ad infinitum, ad nauseum

There is hardly one fat chance you’ll see this & even less likely you’ll give it a read

It’s nothing personal between you & me or me & you, all accidentally on purpose

Middle of the road nearly at a finish line, dynamo Race of mice and a man’s creed

Drunk on the fresh air again, commandments One through ten, I’m a half-breed.

Bums and junkies left over from the hey-day of the Hootie & a Hippie getting’ down too

Sister said that we would get down to “brass tacks” but I didn’t grasp the signal’s blue

Colored for effect on the invisible ghost of a spark, never live or dead just grim as @Ted

Holier than you ever were since it never existed in DNA like y’all, do not get me started.

Peasants all children who conceived from an original, mortal sin of coitus, come man!

On the other side of the curtain you & I cannot penetrate with knowledge-wisdom’s sin

One seed tree of Knowledge’s Good & Evil is the creator/reaper, not to be too humane

Open the book, start on page 1 & finish at the end’s blank page, then fly high in a plane.

Got noisy words comin’ in and out of the ear holes, now I’m gonna do some weird chit

Repeating mantras of what it is & will always be here & now during this trippin’ stitch

Drawn picture of where you’ll go when you lay down to die, can’t stand up comedy It

In casket or urn only if you’re lucky to have cash money or even my spare dime pitch.

Fools can’t breathe for free, they steal it from you & me, it’s the only way for the hobo

Could be your sister, brother, mother or father, aunt, uncle or maybe a distant cousin

Fun is out, it’s survival of the most fit to be here & now, shelter in place & BBQ, sip gin

You’ll be one that’s left over in the end, unlike country boys, idiots & morons survive.

I am drawing a line in the sand, you know it will disappear when the waves reappear

Cream is on the top because gravity cannot keep it under control, too rich to be fear

It’s a long way to the apex of this apparent somnambulistic appearance, I do imagine

All things seen, heard, smelled, tasted & touched with nuclear blow torch ICBM SIN.

You might be drawn like a magnet to the place you can sleep without one eye open

By the hot fire burning for warmth and signaling to the darkness to come so often

Like your mother and father who left you orphaned, on your own, all alone children

Be vicious, rough & ready for the necessary & sufficient tracking, pray is prey’s sin.

Now & then, you run across big words that mean more than the roar of my Charger

Here are some, more than one less than a million, for sure for sure, human martyr

Grown from a seed, spontaneously multiplying its own kind of program, red blood

RNA from a sun, Void out of nowhere, obligated drop of a dime on you & me, God!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, III-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 3:00 AMPST
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#FairGame #NothingIsFair #Shots? #Tequilla

I WILL BEND KNEE TO NOBODY, NOT EVEN YOU

Tap dancing on your grave because you said you’d like to die
Not go to hell but to heaven where all the saints like Pat do
Higher than the buildings can reach, near the stratosphere tip
Light & brighter, the whole shebang is less than a poker chip.

On the infinite table of contents where demigods knock my boots
Listing it all A to Z, every language in the tower of nuts & fruits
It’s innocence & climax in concert, a whiff of success in holy hell
The grail is in the tabernacle of empty cause and effect, oh rebel.

Tickle both of our fancies, stirring stiffening skin & broke bones
Full of the polar opposites when the tank is running on empty tones
Shots in the back & down the hatch, either way it’s a setup score
Getting revenge for the wrong done, recoil the stolen secret door.

Mummy in a tomb or yo’ mama in her grave, preserved forever too
Until the end of the world, as we know it, me & you, y’all are blue
Beds made, pillows fluffed for the baked head under the pale moon
Candle is burnin’ out slow, window open, breeze flowin’ to us soon.

Last call of the wild at 2 AM, fishin’ in the dark was a fair idea
Town of the immaculate conception only a back seat of a Chevy, duh
Hearts need fallin’ & boots needed knockin’ a cowgirl’s royal blue
Original sin wasn’t really anything more than a nut, cracked crew.

Birds stalked and killed by the cats that prowl for no chance prey
Height above & below the marks of me & zorro, 4 quarters for pay
Dribble, pass, shoot, rebound, fast break, behind the back & a dunk
That’s the way of the narrow B-ball gym, dishin’ as is, a dope funk.

 
I’ll slam the door shut, if need be, I don’t need to be told to rule
I have got telepathic tendencies & for some reason ain’t no fool
I could have been but Theresa & Al decided accidents happen too
Fault of nobody that genii are born on a ghetto dead-end street.

Debunk the fake love, blind faith & ridiculous hope, anti-disasters
Know the present presence, it’s what you’ve got for certain, hers
Or either, neither & nor the spell from the tower of Babel get said
Conflate the area & confuse the genius, get orgasmic, y’all dead.

Ice & whiskey is all that’s left in my glass, it never empties, ever
My glass is at least ½ full but never ½ empty, it’s not a joke man
I wouldn’t kid you about serious things like that, drinkin’ forever
On St. Patrick’s Day, we had fun, we think, I can’t recall, human!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March 18, 2024 A.D. @ 911 PMPST
{ Now then, here we go again, #KnockinBoots @luke_bryan link @ https://youtu.be/4WWkBC4MVz0?si=sDIOqFm6XtBCq2DJ }

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N E W K I N K O N G 2024 AD GODZILLA #OldKingKONG

THEORETICAL TIMING’S EVERYTHING’S FATE
GRACE ALL IN YOUR FACE
#TIMING = #EVERYTHING

Timing’s everything full of space whether you like it or not, if you live you’re gonna die
Regardless of your blinded faith in the future beyond your body of bones, gods are fly
Dime a dozen if you revert to historical recording of this thing itself, layin’ down law
On being human like your ancestors, they’re all dead, you’re gonna die, that’s it, raw.

By the time you die, you’ll know the Truth, ain’t gonna see the people who died before
With or without the Jazz & jive Blues, the world rocked as we resided & roared the roar
Through the hard & easy times presented by the nature of the beast, grace of God go i
Chilling colder than cool freeze frost, icicles hung as low as the best of a species’ lie.

Brought the fire down to the ground, split the atoms, then fused them back alive too
All of every single thing, subatomic to intergalactic, the cosmos is copacetic baby blue
Knowledge and wisdom the power to wield about the stratosphere, whippin’ the slaves
Chain react your pure thought of Nothing at all, will to power, to be the Queen’s knaves.

Scum is left over when the liquid has evaporated, yet there’s microplastics’ in the milk
Of our mothers if they weren’t afraid or dry as a lactose bone, we evolved out of their ilk
Y’all go back there, deep down into the darkness we came from, got so long in the tooth
Hanging until you’re being blamed for being out of your control, irrespective of the Truth.

Walkin’ in my shoes or yours matters as much as water goin’ down the drain, zero score
Winning and losing matters, happiness comes from the game & the win, never back door
Playing is one thing but winning is everything, losers are failures to communicate a power
To be or not, that’s the question & the answer is you’re all there is, nothing higher or lower.

Junk fills the rest of the emptiness with the dryer’s lint that sticks into a clump like friends
Harps playing like it or not, no need for that melody of string plucking, love’s stink sends
Aroma and scent of the atomic fission and fusion resulting in anthropomorphic sea of love
Hate cancels anything appearing to be Love, either absorb matter or be the end, be above.

Hurts too bad to feel the pain more than a moment, it’s the End of Your Life, dream’s over
Now and then, again and again, ad infinitum as it happens, you’ll roll over & over, love her
Systematic annihilation frequently solves problem species’ infiltration, evolution, natural
Dead ancestors paved the ditches & graveyards for entry, where else you goin’? Hey, pal!

Microplastic inside your plaque causing your death earlier than scheduled by the RNA seed
Heart seizes, soul fizzes and that’s all she wrote, so fearful that afterlife has standing creed
Utter vacuum of H2O & 4P + 5O2 yield 2P2O5, that’s the red line drawn in the invisible sand
Salt of the Earth, pencil-neck geeks and the genii who cultivate the culture, woman & Man.

So hurt by love, healed by it too, just because that’s the way it’s designed to be, just like me
Knowing you’re kinda like that you poor young ladies and young gentle boys, Timing’s rhyme
Liberty so fragile, we got it covered for the martyrs and heroes who came before, lucky to be
All Time & Space are the Fate you got, Destiny for you is for me, heal et al, drop a thin dime.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, III-I-MMXXIV Ano Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ Drafted in the Wind of the Far West, Jack Toffs rambled while jammin’ to #TimingIsEverything by @TraceAdkins link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI?list=RD0qxqjDYqkhI }

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