#TheGoodOldDays @SMO @Boss #IAmThatIAM Truth Is Good, Bad & Beautiful

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ALL OF THE ABOVE HAS BEEN BELOW FOREVER

Ascending from the ash, the dirt is alive, fear & awe

You know the Truth, now STFU & recall what I saw

Punks grew up, became a wise ass, a wise guy field

Organized a coherence, retructured quantum held.

I shift, you shift, we all shift to the high gears, away

Like a dream within synapses of a brain tumor bay

Listen to the symptoms, they disappear in the flame

Smoke signals rose to the sky & dissipated a name.

Killed the lives and the matter morphed into waves

Frequencies so high, like your mind, it's above it all

Bring your A-game to the ascension, I pitched saves

No wings to violate a law of gravity, confusion ball.

Pimps & punks forgotten, the cadavers stench gone

Underground, six feeet under or dust in the window

You know & I know, we all know it, nothing's blow

Whist of wind through tight-closed lips, 208th bone.

Force of the Many is the program of the expectants

Ugly both good & bad like the hot & cold, collisions

Random love need for a response to be mortal sin

Check your Six, if you don't nobody will, I'm all in.

Loathing the moments our loved ones cease to exist

Yet, there it is, at any moment somewhere out there

The mother of invention bore me out of my gamete

All the fathers before my existence are just a fleet.

Of flotsam & jetsom flutuating on X's wavelength

Of all vermin & homo sapiens, there's occult angst

Fear of physical death's presence of mortality adieu

Push the idiot & intellectual to the inevitable blue.

Once we're fully in the mode of corpus dillecti, I am

All that's left is me, you won't see, y'all sperm spam

No slip of a tongue, not because the bible told me so

No philosphical treatise on Truth, Justice or Zorro.

Time management is no more nor less than lucky Id

Not knowing more Desire & Fornication splits I hid

From the true self, the species specific, a naked ape 

Don't allow a blind faith subscription to UFO hype.

Of aforementioned all too human beings, brothers

We're thrust without our will to be, mothers' others

One desired to caretake 2 decades' of sisters' bozos

A finale approaches, contained comedy for HoHos.

You need & you want mostly the same things, slaves

If there is a difference, it is only a religion in caves

Think about the 1st human being on Earth, too high

It takes two to tango for everything 'cept why I cry.

High priests, ministers of the Word & preachers of It 

The epistles and apostles who hung around It above

Without wings or with, all humans afford the cost

You either get buried, ash & pulverization, or lost.

Show us no proof of life before birth or after death

Nothing personal, it's the way that it is, what it is?

Junky punks out of the holy mothers who got a tap

From no-count fools whose mamas got ass-slapped.

Speaking English, maybe slang some, whatever it is

Funky, yes, uncool, yes, well, unless it sure is funky

Somebody shut your mouth, y'all rhymin' it, junky

Last words, wait a minute, hold up!  Joker-god fizz.

Bringin' best retorts, all that jazz, sum of good chit

If you think & believe that it's true you can do it

Then you can, yes we all can, difference is one ton

Now it's Time in Space, peace in purple/blue, son.

Your fame in your mind is the place it belongs, safe

Out of sight, out of mind, blame the famously Amos

Andy or whatever the names were for Man's chafe

Cain & Able were sons of Adam & Eve's incest lust.

God told 'em 1 rule, no intercourse with apple seed

First thing, we see what this world has come to, feed

If you stay hungry, you'll starve to death, boy & girl

Fun had a second, strife for decades to a long whirl.

Watch the weird forms & shapes of the 4 horsemen

Come out a Northside, South, East & West heaven

In jest I'm serious folks, what y'all need to know {?}

All in one ear & out the other, did yo' mama blow?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 10-17-2026 AD @ 222 PMPST

{ Creeped out the crypt today while listenin' to The Eagles from Los Angeles 1976 @ https://youtu.be/1ANiEhAwpOI?list=RD1ANiEhAwpOI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TAKE IT EASY BABY

GUILTY OF THE CRIME, AS CHARGED! HIATUS OVER, BRAINSCAN ANOMALY ADDRESSED! #TheBoss @Springsteen

LOVE WORD, SCRIBBLE

ALL ONE LINERS

If you don't care, then you don't give a hoot, a wise, old owl might echo ultrasound

Symptomatic of a highest aneurysm spent time ridin' the surf's head shakin' around

Knowledge of the wisdom you can find nowhere written or said to the cryptic ones

Secrets in code or at least hookin' the hungry for the Truth, a reason for being sons.

Of the Mothers we all came from, loved babies & orphaned & the undertaken fetus

Dead and aborted before the end of life spent until 93 more or less, in a stupor bus

It transported the bones from points A to B, at will and in the way of the adept ones

Not the many but a fortunate few, sons & daughters of the karmic debt in solvency.

Among the ones who breathe in and out of the smokey mirrors of the clicked heels

Every single one was not here before the Big Bang, won't be here at climax deals

Alive or dead, it's just feeling as good as a human egg can feel, nods that all's good

No evil is "live" spelled in reverse, there now, now young kid stayin' alive for food.

Last supper and a rising from the corpse that lies dead on a pyre or in a casket case

It will all be released upon an innard relax, better to starve a week prior to decease

Grieve nothing, dreams came & disappeared into thin air, but why, tell me on pace

If there ain't a Truth about Life on Earth other than blind faith & physics' cosmics.

Be honest that you don't know yet you make a judgement on the nature of the Truth

Premises assumed, conclusions induce-deduce a badaboom, here we are forsooth

Instant creation out of nothing, out of nowhere in Space, above or below the stones

Kidding nobody, last breath sucked, retained & then corpus dillecti skull & bones.

Rhyming whichever rhythm comes with the beat that goes on, with or without you

Without me, my words remain still awaiting the typed ions in the magic, wild blue

Above and beyond, above and below, above it all there's neither more nor less of it

Y'all swallow, force is gravitationally the weight you & I carry, 16 tons of the s#it.

Morally & ethically born in sin, original for the great grandparents blessed my soul

Bones and organs I retain inside the skin & bones of the mothers & freakazoid hose

Divine monkeys roaming the plains & jungles left over from the endzone of a Hole

Safety for two points, field goal for three, TD for six, if a six was a nine rigamarol.

God gone into the back room of the front room, the living room or dining room etal

Simple minded and conceived by a divine accident of random collisions of gas, pal

What did you think you'd find, looked for your purpose for being here at a birth

A jewel that sparkles like the stars in the black void sky at night, seen from Earth.

Wind and the leaking sky that can't get rid of the H2O down below or bottoms up

Bones evolved from the rocks and the waves rolls upon the shifting sand, giddyup

Mud, muscle, blood, skin & bones, mind weak as the creators eggs & spermatazoa

Fiddle around with a deep-mix of zygotic matter, end saga, finale to the protozoa.

Guns and bows and arrows, spears and rocks to be chucked, thrown in our faces

Bumped off before our time, horror is that you get killed, like it or not, all races

Color of the skin matters as much as a byte of data from the matrix, girls to scout

All stars burning due to a Big Bang's heat & melted dreams, spaced out, time out.

Protagonist and antagonist to duel to the death, love for the beauty & beast place

Here and now, presence in the present that flies to the past as quick as future's face

Hell and heaven, mud and muscle and blood, skin and bone, a back way too strong

Carry on for the dead ancestral descendants, stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

Honeycomb full of the sweetness like two lips, ready to make more of the high life

Likewise that everything & anything is combined into this whole shebang, my wife

Love her, lover here, there & everywhere, hank of hair piece of bone, God's thanks

For being the greater of the grandsons, promise to forgive without bankrupt banks.

Pronto or just procrastinate as your post-graduate degree, pHd in west philosophy

Better or worse, simulated reality is as good as the thing that's reality's big trophy

Far out past the Singularity down to the vacuum-cleaned infospace, by jove, I see

Final ending, fading to black, light unseen & sound unheard, roamin' for the Party.

Huffing and puffing, the sack of dirty laundry is the evidence to convict the perp

Known to be the last one to know the whole truth and nothing but that gas burp

Intelligence of chipmonks and squirrels droppin' nuts & burying a tweeing bird

Spent fool's gold on the most valuable thing mankind calls treasure, tweet Word.

Walks in the woods were what I used to do when the Eagles tweeted the songs

Precious time in Space, aftermath of the birth and death, after makin' the loves

Create the modus operandi of the skies so blue, outerspace so black, lit bongs

Lasted as long as we could, disease & accident in the future, listen to my songs!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX- XXVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked this turtle dove out of the nest while loopin' on #TheEagles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dpWunfWaOSA?si=KqbHzji3Ru-qKne8 }

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