The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

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By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 

Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 

Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Ally_Venable #AxeGrinder @POTUSTrump #MAGA #GOTtheJABofGods

HOW SWEET IT IS,

NOBODY KNOWS BUT YOU, BABY

Target practice turns it all around, for the bull’s eye is the most important point of hits

Right in the center of it, nothing but a point of metal through skin & bone, heart quits

Your eyes ain’t hazel or steel blue, they are so chocolate cocoa brown, near carbon tint

Xray sight as good as the foresight and insight, in a 3rd eye it’s all mixed up in a half pint.

Regard what is invisible as actually something, somewhere in Time & Space, ‘x’ inanimate

Dear John letter came as expected, cut me loose after it all came through, you got the gold

Me, I moved here to there and really ready or not, I rocked and rolled in a band ‘til I got old

Here I am without all of the backup I used to tote behind, I’m just fine, alone is cool, my fate.

Amigas and amigos all let go as I escaped into the smoke and mirrors all around a matrix sea

Harps playin’ whatever the brass and strings leave open for the rhythm & staccato classic tea

Sips until it’s all gone as if it was never even inside the glass cylinder, escaped from New York

Big Apple doesn’t allow the free and easy to remain aloof, diggin’ in for the battle, Free Fork.

Enter dragons and dinosaurs before our mothers blew us out of their wombs, one, two, three

More all the way past a dirty dozen which isn’t cheaper than or much less, absolutely not One

Fear is free for all, you & I and the bangs upon the wood and metal roofs, bam, bang & boom

Staring at the wall or the TV in the corner which isn’t turned on, either way bride and groom.

Always winds up being the way it’s supposed to be, fair or not, repeat everything over again

Every time we get together we can’t wait to get away from one another, as above, so below

Consider the souls of cells already been here & done gone with the wind, bloody snort blow

All of the holes in the skin, pores & 7 head holes, it’s species’ specific fractals of now & Zen.

Pagans and blind faith believers in fantastic explanations for accidental conceptions and lives

Lucky and free or not so much, in the end, it doesn’t matter, the soul gets set absolutely free

Leaving the recollection of the weirdness of being alive and awake, Earth rotates below foot

Go before you’re ready to accept all Ends, Death of head & heart, God phuq’d Man, Reboot!

Riding like the wind blows, every direction under the sun’s infinite rays of faux photon ions

So I know it, you and everybody else knows it, sooner or later, we’ll wind up like our Sons

And our daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, all just trippin’ by accident TNT

Called love or lust but as intercourse of interesting results, Earth Love, Nothing is Land & Sea.

Drew the lines that weren’t a circular jerk of a pointless point without any direction at all, so

Syllogism and the jism that comes from excitement and orgasmic ejaculation of living UV light

Call it DNA/RNA gametes, sperm or egg, in every case, a miracle of duplication, windy I blow

I am in the end what was in the middle & what never was at any Time in Space to ever grow.

Extinction free immortal apes in troops and squads that run the hoods’ bedroom community

Where children grew to duplicate themselves, some three & fourfold yet some, zero entity

End of their line passing along the privilege of living on Earth, against the free will anomaly

Cares & fears end with a last huff & puff, it blows the house down, Full Stop of a family tree.

Twisting like Chubby Checker when nobody knew what the fuss was all about, dancin’ alone

In the dark by myself, dancin’ like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no charge for a dead iPhone

Karma filling in the soulless unknown with more Nothing than the universe can handle, ever

Exploding from the center to the perimeter, smithereens result in a plethora of God’s lover.

Paranoia sets in and you begin entertaining the notion that you’re dreaming Life to be real

In other words, Life is not all it’s been assumed to be by the previous denizens of the realm

Check the experiment, expansion and contraction, Big Bang & Tiny Puff, it’s Eve’s temptation

I’m good with it, mortally created & disobeyed a bogus law, screwed the Putsch, Original sin.

You see them everywhere, bones of the living with flesh and blood to make up for a Soul ho

Nothing personal but it’s close to the heart, keep it close to the vest, it’s a mindful job blow

Hits and misses of the bull’s eye can’t be undone, aim for the center, allow for gravity’s pull

If & only if the last event you & I perceive & recollect is God, you phuq’d it up, I’m The Rule.

by

r j j stephan, i {g.o.a.t.}

c. Vendredi, November VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST #GoodDayToBeBorn

{ Drafted in utero while listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeople jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v8UVBgUd9GE #COMPRENDO? }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@SophieCunningham rockin' #Red #Whitey & #Blueswomen @Mingas #SAXLapisLazuli BLUES PURPLES ULTRAVIOLET #GimmeBackMyBullets (at the end) @LynyrdSkynyrd

@SophieCunningham

@NOBEL BRASS KNUCKLES,

 BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP,
 GONE ALL THE WAY

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Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

{ Cranked this decadence out while jammin’ to @ACDC link @

https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI?si=5pUn1MdPz24E9yf8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YesterdayAintEvenTodayOrTomorrow #RedactThisFelixElGato #TrustMEN #SKYNYRD #WARtheBAND #TROUBLEwasHerName

El Gato

FOLLOW ME, NEVER FORGET

MY SISTERS & BROTHERS

Mothers and Fathers, sons and daughters swimmin’ through God’s veins like ocean fish

Jumpin’ in and out of the sea, all the ones who wear rings the guilty ones in a petri dish

If you got to the top of the World Trade Center, you’d find nobody else like me, faux fool

Absolutely, positively is going to be the requiem for the conniving survival of the DNA pool.

Borders to territorial disputes causing battles and wars, three conquerors conquer Earth

Skin, bone & soul animation of inanimate mineral matter, magic words, abracadabra, birth

Quicksilver-like form conception to death, ahistorical & without any payback Karma, clear

Just playin’ & watchin’ my steps approachin’ the human beings who’re all too human, hear?

Liberty and Slavery, dominant & subordinate as the yin and yang spin into an absolute bum

Nonetheless, sisters and fathers of the cloth, savior of dead & gone, ones who can’t come

Twilight zone’s darkness, ad infinitum void of feeling guilty for no reason, all paranoia sucks

Comin’ down with something impinging up my brainstem, mixin’ into the synapses’ sparks

Pimps & hookers hidin’ out of sight of children they’ll never sire nor raise into lady or a gent

Get your balls up to the wall and feel what it feels like to be snagged in a vice, go get bent

As above, so it is below, exactly a mirror-image of the original so much so, only God knows

Way down the middle when too far left or right drops your weight off the cliff, scat all blows.

Knowledge and wisdom become one when reduced to the minimalist ready to transit dead

Soul ain’t in there, none of the souls that used to be Man are anywhere but dick in the dirt

High on mountaintops or deep down in the sea, dissipated in dissolved dust & metro rock

Pain to be suffered, pleasure to be immersed in, that’s life as we know it, slap my ass, Doc!

Blind faith in the process, nouns, verbs and the predication of the sufficiently unnecessary

Hottest lips suck and blow, dumb luck to be huffin’ & puffin’ above a waterline, oh so lucky

Knots down inside & out is a record of scarred growth, bark, slap & tickle me with a feather

I know, you know like I know, everybody knows as much as allowed, extraterrestrial ducky.

Don’t ask me to stay, if you wanna leave, please allow me to wish you well & bid you adieu

Class dismissed! The epiportal is always open in your mind, grieve only if you don’t pursue

The mind’s up in the clouds or deep in the bowels of Earth’s stardirt shadow, comin’ down

Here & now, we are ready to party, expenses & invoices paid in full with the Reap’s ho sewn.

#Alert both blue and red, signified by the horn simple freakout, notes in bugle boy fashion

Skin was in the game until the game changed, then there was none in the game, just finesse

High above the Kokomos, the boys on the beach croon the classic surf call to the wild One

Mahalo as always, Happy Trails To Y’all Until We Meet Again, little doggies! I’m the 7th son.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August XIII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Drafted in a humpback of Notre Dame den, jammin’ to @ #ShakeYourFoundations by @ACDC on a youTube loop link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PETE ROSE CHARLIE HUSTLE #LetHimIn #BETSaMillionDollarsOnRose #Nonsense #IfIHadAMillionDollars

UNCONDITIONAL CONJOBS

The end of the story begins with actors absent from action, drop-out beatniks

For the love of ease that parents required, kids kicked out at 17 + or – for clicks

Cell phones, i-phones, android phones, laptops, tablets, you’re all beatin’ a drum

Trippin’ on dozens of scenarios and conspiracy theories to solve the conundrum.

Matter & energy are two mental constructs out of synch, nothing more than zero

Of microbes onto the major animated mortals, all were One, related by a big bang

In the finale is embedded an epilogue to remark from an unconditional anti-hero

Mind is clear, enhanced by caffeine & CBD, watched the world spin as you rang.

Embedded RNA has no regard for good or evil, it’s a natural selection for inner life

Keep the Truth close to your vest, nobody gets out of living & hence remains alive

Dead as a doornail, mind torn by a jagged sky due to the brain chemistry soul hole

Innocent & fairly imbecilic activity I’ve metabolized, all to make a model on a roll.

Fair or unpleasantly bias to the point that you just want to disown the species as is

Don’t even think about the robberies & murders of the most unfortunate citizens

Honesty is such a lonely word because it hurts to lie, hurts the heart, a deep blow

Disengage the culture’s hold on me & you this way, ready, get set & go, nuke glow.

Tricks are on you not on the perpetrator of said deceptional scenarios of dreams

Become the receiver of the holy grail, open #MAGA innocent magician schemes

Nerves are the cause of nervousness, I knew, I attributed it all to Beelzebub’s den

Like it or not, Truth is Wisdom’s knowledge, a kind of peculiar music drones on.

Bins full of rancid air left over from the exhaling, naked apes with flags of liberty

Skeletons of Davey Jones above ground, all good through Life & millennial exegesis

Stretching the extremities and contracting the species for saving the universe’s ass

It’s either expanding or collapsing without the Will of naked apes & a holy trinity.

Mere mortals and the finite other atomic miracles of the Big Bang will not emerge

From the battle of the wavelengths & frequencies both high & low, God’s dip-dirge

Fear you’ll not see the light of day nor the darkness of twilight zones, it is as is too

It’s all supposed to be air, land & sea, as is, Earth host of sapiens’ lapis lazuli blue.

Pieces of recollections all scattered throughout Matter in the skull, magic spells

Conjured by the unembodied spirits imagined to be everywhere above & below

Us & them, it’s been that way since the family elders formed the innocents’ flow

Hurting the pleasure center to run out of the power to animate atoms rung bells.

Bills without justification won’t be paid, show me proof, I’ll show you the money

Pray, chant, hope there’s a power above humanity to serve Justice to the Many

Rock and roll the thing around the ellipse as long as the inner spirit doesn’t lapse

Trippin’ at the party, LSD was in the bowl of punch, I drank 3 cups, signified raps.

For whom we allow the benefit of Science & Mythology, bona fortuna en masse

Most won’t ever know, almost everybody can’t handle the Truth, I get a day pass

Nightmares last forever until the ending path results in going back to begin again

Like Sisyphus goin’ up & down a mountain in perpetuity, you’ll do in acute pain.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RealLove by @TheBeatles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yrY6rybBQTU?si=dbm6AmX54JLPD_0Z }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Same Rigamarol Difference de Jour #NoGaGaHere #MontgomeryGentry #SheCouldNotChangeMe

MY FIRST DATES AT THE DRIVE-IN THEATER OF DAUGHTERS WHOSE FATHERS GOT SHELL SHOCKED BY A 1960 CHEVY

SssssssssssssssssssssssssCiscoKIDZssssssssssssssssssssssssssS 

I found no green grass on the other side of the street, nobody watered next door & weeds jumped above picture windows

I loved you so much, wide open prairies close to the high mountains and Big Bang originated caves’ holes down me blows

Since there’s no person, no superego or Id to take responsibility or comfort in the high ethics used to guide an unholy beast

As I am above, below, beyond here and there in actuality, strolling along the streets until I was engulfed by two words seized.

Do you love me at all baby? Always first thought on my mind, am the first on yours? It may be the deal breaker, answer yes too

Scooting around God-given legs draggin’ on the rugs and linoleum to die for, checkered rouge, blanca & violet DNA, into the blue

Rimshot mulligans don’t work at all, in double overtime, soul inside the outside imagined the same old thing, thrive, survive

Soul awoke into the same thing y’all see everywhere, all the time with or without the spinning dirt below your honeybee hive.

Broad shoulders and wide hips coincide in a coincidence, if you know what I mean, you know, you’re all too young to give it a go

Big girls on steroids growing over six feet tall, weighing around one to two hundred, it’s all written in stars in cosmic mud & blood

Extinction before the ending is immanent and there is nothing that can be done, no negotiations for settlements’ landfall reward

Loss of life cannot be rectified with a peace agreement, don’t kill me & I won’t annihilate your network into a vagrant, holy horde.

Buddies aren’t like buds in a jar or a bag, they’re few & far between & even more difficult to get a hold of to get jiggy with mortals

Anchors weighing me down, conundrum puzzles solved and it’s the time to be aware that we’re all stuck here in thorny, rose petals

If not now, you’ll have a moment of surprise just prior to your failed, final gasp for gas, eyes and mouth gape wide open for mortis

All rigor is all gone, it may have been written in the stars, but I don’t read the linguistic formulations, ambiguity of nirvana’s bliss.

Nobody you knew will be there, you’ll barely recognize your own self, yet in a New York minute, you’re already gone to the rapture

Ready or not to come lookin’ for the people playing the “IT” game, you’re it, I’m it, we’re all of it, we slipped into darkness’ tour

Around the solar systems in the multiple galaxies floating in the cosmic dust, tripppin’ in orbit , a circle jerk extraordinaire flip

Of the script and by the script, dialogue, monologue or stoned junky absolute silence, it’s all in the game our two lips down drip.

Mindful of being down here among the trees that you nor I can see from above 8 miles high, slippin up into the dark muck & mire

Nobody is there, they can’t thrive in an empty tank, vacuumed of everything then Nothing sucks better than being foal to a sire

Colts choosing to run to & fro, never lie down to sleep, always up & only down if hurt or in labor for another service failure pursuit

In the bottom or at the tip top, either or both ways, consummation in the collapse of the live, evil atoms with an eye and a tooth.

Bell to end class is ringing, buzzer is zapping and pretty soon it’s summer vacation in the Bahamas, my prerogative to be the chit

I’m all in on the game, I’ll raise any bet you make, I’ll see your raise & go all in with every dime of gold I’ve got, even a pope digs It

Soul and spirit from a small boy to a large girl, move the cartoon from beginning to end without a glitch, it’s as smooth as cool ice

We always had all that it took to be happy until we died, fear of the unknown was the stranger by the river, stepped into it twice.

Deluge of the desert backflow into the hard rock it’s always been without the H2O, uneven shaped & not even a conglomeration

Of a holy, stupid human, male or female, I have no explanation other than a pathway to utter species’ neglect, last of it’s kind’s sin

No mortal sins any longer without a creation left-over only Jesus would love, for all we know, we all know what Jesus had some fun

Fire you and you, you & you … all of y’all and nobody’s exempt except me, I’m the only One, I am the One, I am One, One & done.

Full of the refused and recycled material world, even material girls can’t keep the chewed matter inside, we all gotta go out house

Pearls clutched, gold and diamonds secured in the only was it’s safe before the Supernova’s Singularity absorbs teats in a blouse

Bred to blow the tops off of the mountains and all the people, all the time, where was your arse when I needed it right here & now

Nowhere in sight, that’s where you were, you’re a figment of the imagination, like the pope smoke in the stack, it’s white as dough.

In the presence of good, bad & the ugly I realize that I’m either the same or I’ll be food for the fodder, forced to give up the ghost

We’re either the top predator or the descendant of innocent puppy-like beings, after fornication a billion times, desert your post

Nothing at all to die for in a panacea anywhere in the world or solar system, the Milky Way & friendly Novas give a rat’s ass, no tips

Caught in the snare of the trap, no way to release the bones form the chains that secure tight lips that may sink the battleships.

Sweeping the dust and the memories under the rugs, never to be seen again until the great sweep of the collapsing floors that we’ve been on point funny

Woof for the dogs and no roof for the humans, back to the caves to the guards

and inmates of the gulag or the Alcatraz rock isle

Unto the guilty and innocent, the crimes are unfortunate failures in resistance to memes, doing Nothing when Something is in need

Groove of the thing getting’ played by the diamond stylus point of no return, keeps you right there, stuck in the middle, I Am a son of Sonny!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 5-10-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{ Forged upon the Fork in the middle of the road, triggered by the ghetto within my psyche, all in black & white above, jammin’ to @WARtheBand youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3-qI70R8m8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My “THE” Muse