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HOLY GHOSTS

 REOPEN THE ‘X’ FILES

Once you lie six feet under the ground, you’ll accept the uncertainty principle fire

There will be no alternative deduction, a final conclusion is sacrosanct on a pyre

Hard to hold & harder to handle the free will of any other beast than one within

Nights merely the side of Earth without direct sunlight, no sunshine for the sin.

Knowing you don’t want to sink down below the surface where the H2O rules air

Even if you don’t know, you’d find out pretty danm quick Ms. mam and dear sir

No disrespect to your parents, hence none to you either, take nothing personally

Words mean what they mean, they ain’t a neutron bomb or turn coated Axis ally.

Utter cessation of all friction, gravitational collapse into the Singularity nowhere

Now you’ve grasped the existential contraption created by random matter mixes

At least there’s a rhythm and rhyme to the reason why you find out who you love

She or he may be known now or later, remote possibility the forgotten, as above.

I loved the one I was with and until they proved they didn’t return the favor, OMG

Good and Evil did what it always has done & will always do, love in the 9th degree

Leads to questions about vague intentions & scat for the mutual retrograde hot tip

Interpret the facts of life fathers & mothers forgot to tell us all about, lollipop ship.

From one spin of Earth to the next, some get less or more than 365 every year rig

Common animals appear and disappear in Time and Space as all archeologists dig

Outta this hot atmosphere of the here and now, far and away, a ghost rises to a Void

Ladies around when the sun’s sinkin’ low, need hot backup protection to sleep, boy!

Downstream from where I used to be on the way out to a deep blue sea, in ash formin’

Yep, that’s right, they fried my skin & bones organic matter, now my mind’s on fishin’

Oh, I imagined I was trippin’ and the water was over my head, I got tired of swimmin’

Nearly gave up but my uncle saved me since he almost drowned me at the beginnin’.

Dilly dally around if you have that much time on your hands, I have no time to lose

Each moment I take a breath into my lungs, I know I belong, but I won’t be here long

Reason & Logic provided the access to the occult knowledge sunk in Davy Jones’ locker

As it turns out, here & now, there & then past & future are in this slow-motion picture.

I had some groovy long hair back in the day, dark & wavy sittin’ around with no chit, son

Just had to wake up, wipe the sleep from my eyes, then things changed in a minute in ‘71

Radio transistor is the only thing that kept me in sync to find my #Happy, all y’all know

Blown glass while it’s melted liquid-solid-smoke, make containerized happiness in flow.

Skimming rocks on the pond now, the flat ones work best, I can bounce balls & checks

From one pole to another, north to south & vice versa including revolution & solar sex

Who boos when they’re exposed naked to the world, in front of every kind of bird’s prey

Above as below, the joke is on the gods & their descended creation, woke loser of today.

Grim jokes and self-deprecating humor fills my head with mirth of cherry, wild myths

So, China to Podunk, Iowa all time state of being happy, sad or as dead as the holy Stiths

If conditions allow, smoke and fire will settle the sparks that want to be free in a bubble

My strings on my axe rule the night before I’m through, E’ to ‘E’ riffs’ @DoubleTrouble.

Why flood Texas when the Gulf of America is low enough to contain one septic high IQ

Crimson blues turn deep purple as a microdot underscore, arrested attention abhorred

Trippin’ heavy like Timothy Leary, professor of the acid trip, caused a scramble of doom

Annals of history, descendants will recall it all, we were the sharpest knives in the room.

D students thrived as C minus students appeared to be geniuses & above a common law

Look around the room, work the room as if you were one of them, beg for bread & crawl

Around the corners and alleys where nobody wants to be, that’s the My Place arpeggio

In Space, you get what you deserve through karmic application, so above it’s as below.

Listen to the silent wave of neutrons pass through your auditory canal, sounds switch

From buzz to high pitch screech like fingernails scratching a black board, hit this pitch

Faster curve balls goin’ past the batter into the strike zone, catcher & ump amazed too

One second after the hardball is hurled, it’s caught behind the plate turned to sky blue.

Used to be a white plate nobody could see, morphed form to a 5-sided, pentagram home

Strike or not, it’s a ball over the plate or inside the outside of the zone, so, when in Rome

Knows it all and that intrinsic wisdom is native to the divinity, invisible, outer Space trip

Letting the things alive on Earth be alone in the middle of nowhere’s void, ship in a slip.

Trustworthy and brave as a hero ought to be, selfless & sacrificially yours for the Time

Being here and now is one thing, being then and there is another thing, that’s two things

To be or not to be, will be the only being that needs clarification, why live & die for this?

Bums & junkies are down on luck but also paying karmic debt, they know God’s pissed.

Inner turmoil blows up the host, the whole shebang goes subatomic in essence, quarked

Proton & Neutron, positive or neutral, absorbing Electron of Hydrogen, double parked

Squirming inside the nucleus, circling the center’s empty soul, explosion rippled dream

Wake up woke, wake up ½ asleep or wake up & smell the coffee, it’s hot & black steam.

Pushed it to the limit, exit stage right, there’ll be a finale & at least one supercool encore

It puts the play-movie in sync with the presence of actions, faux apocalyptic significance

Dreaming in the dream, can’t wake up or realize that the dream is temporary not forever

Then & only then, if & only if you get there, you will know why you became a conqueror.

No choice from the DNA, to do what is impossible to be done is the whole purpose of it

FAAFO some say with full confidence that the FA will cease before the day’s end, no spit

Regurgitate the prolegomena of the future metaphysics without knowing anything at all

It’s a clusterphuq of quality & quantity, it’s all there is of heaven & Earth, Let us all bawl!

High probability and low possibility that we all will be alive after our cadaver descends

Deep into silent lore of Life that came out of nowhere but sunshine blown atomic RNA

Tell your baby girls and baby boys about this epic stand-down between Man & the gods

Named for the many but not the One, Live is Evil spelled backward, Tomorrow is Today.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #NeverDie @POTUSTrump @ https://youtu.be/NgntvfcnaGw?si=eVQvoHHkPakBG31N & @SMO #BossOfTheStix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UNSt0u4uq6o?si=WJ5OlCgWRaFWzJAI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GILGAMESH #JailBreak #Inkydo

THE PHILOSOPHER STONER

who CANT BUST A CHESS MOVE

  { get your own line & pole )

To know more about the Truth as the philosophers knew it back in the day

Trust in the process of induction & deduction to arrive at the chit people say

So you know you’ll be in a state of disbelief when you discover the deception

Not only you but also everyone you tell about the Light will know mortal sin.

Only the One who is immortal and undiscoverable lives beyond Earth’s wobble

Intelligent as you & yours may be, there is Reality you’ll never know post bubble

Atmospheric collapse then oxygen escapes the stratosphere to a Void’s Space kill

Any man or woman who recalls this gravity zero & returned to the roadkill chills.

Charged positive and negative ions between neutrons of electronic excitement OG

Hair or absolutely aquatically scaled determines where you’ve descended in a city

By a great lake or coastal ocean surf, even streams & rivers movin’ north or south

By the time you figure out your place & destiny, it’s the last thing out your mouth.

Not to be morbid but to make a salient point, I have a narrow path to follow up on

Nobody is ahead of me & nobody can follow behind my all disappearing rear end

Hearing words interpreted exactly as meant by the statements’ conclusions’ scar

Way of the Truth is the opposite of Fabrication, what I am is what I am, as you are.

By the time you check the rate of the Earth’s rotation, Time runs out hour glasses

Bringing your best possible form of survival skills to a scrum, get ready, no passes

Put your mothers and fathers in their pauper-graves, pile the granite carving high

With cross, star, in a sarcophagus or -0 degree morgue, ain’t nobody gets a #Bye.

You’re not getting out alive with the morons who’ll return to their original sins too

In a garden of Eden without labor-childbearing, a tree of Good produced Evil true

Keep the message clear & the danger present, we’re all gonna die & turn corpse

Don’t be harsh to a messenger with firearms, Silence is golden so get the lead out.

Thinking of the manners you’ve gleaned from your teachers, good & bad turn ugly

It’s a nature of Evil turned backward into Live as a word, Nothing like bein’ boned

To defend your heart & soul against the offensive, immoral bones in bad humanity

Eyes wide open, ears hear hypersonically, unmoved soul place, kryptonite stoned.

Bore me until ennui sets in for perpetuity and reincarnate beings, all saints to be

No way to be certain, the principle of uncertainty requires a leap of blinded faith

All done now & will always be the way it’s always been, like That’s the Way it all is

Encyclopedia from A to Z in an occult library of Freemasons & Essenes, slo gin fizz.

In a nutshell, the code grows in the ash of the Big Bang, it’s all fabricated to pilots

Astronauts and cosmonauts who escape the gravity realize we Need Mother Earth

There is nothing near & everything is too far to get to while alive, it’s post mortem

Blind faith, breathe in and out until you can’t, enjoy, feel swell, stay out the scum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XXIIIrd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Filled in the blanks of the Void in an hour of bathing in Clear Light from the Windowpane listenin’ to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ?si=gnRIVLC68G1C3J9v }

HOWDY DOODY & BUFFALO BILL

AM RADIO NEVER LIKED DISCO #FineAsAFrog @BigSmo #SMO #Hog #Frog #SingleBarrelShotguns #MindsOnGOD

LEARNIN’ HOW TO LET THE CERTAINTY CRASH LAND

From the attitude you had the day you were born you’ve become a real know-it-all

Young or old, beginning with the original and mortal sins, forgiveness is impossible

Told you, commanded you, taught you to read & swear on your words’ Truth, you fool

If you’re not a fool, why act foolish when the appearance of inferiority ain’t even cool.

Files from A to Z, so simple that even a moron or an idiot could keep the files in order

Z and backwards to A, enough room for all these physical files on a floppy disc or four

Dreaming that being awake on planet Earth is everything there is, the universe is empty

Astronauts and cosmonauts are sworn not to divulge the fact of life, Earth is in a hurry,

Flyin’ around the ecliptic for whatever good reason we’ve deduced, matter & energy mix

Wide open spaces between the oceans full of H2O, liquid gas getting recycled back kicks

Crew can wreak havoc on every single thing in life, makin’ suitable time has advantages

Football is fine, playoff & Super Bowl for free, busted tellin’ the Truth about my lost wages.

I am both the drill and the hole, matter in atomic weight & energy in ergs and grand watts

For the ones with no mother and no father you ever knew of, it’s an orphan rant, at-bats

On or off the bases, you can’t win without scoring the runs, you’ve got to slide in the sticks

Piling your hair up on top of your head is fine for shootin’ hoop but it detracts aesthetics.

Pretenders teach pretending to their grand daddies who can’t tell Truth from White Lies

You earned and evened up on your inherited karma, live & die just for that, no moon pies

Poppin’ corn covered with caramel & salt, smells like heaven on Earth, when it’s all gone

Frozen tundra and boiling quicksand from uncovered planetary dirt that gravity sucks in.

Hunter and angler, be one to retain your freedom to live without working, trade in gold

Oil and the exchange for your backbone use, your time clock punch from 9 to 5, retire old

If you’re lucky, cashin’ in on the pension eventually, you just don’t think I’ve got the Wood

Together we make one another take it in, until it’s gone girl, way gone Levi’s on ol’ dogwood.

Whiskey and Rye with a prayer to the good lord usually gets the proper result, 99% of Time

The 1% is the key for the lock, turn it in the keyhole, open up the door & then pump Rhyme

Little Bigtown of Love or Hate, Long or Short, Truth or Fallacious arguments to shut down

Pumping the air & water into the receptacles leads to a blown mind of only God the clown.

Don’t try to shoot messengers since there are no firearms, none on Earth, no ordinance

Scale to weigh the living and the dead with the rest of the Earth’s matter, all of the bones

Skulls and toes from a myriad of intentional RNA recombination, without a creator to die

No requiem just because God couldn’t live forever, mortality is the Truth and the holy Lie.

Whiskey form Blackjack & Hops from Negro Modelo, get me to the train cross country too

I hate to travel unless I’m unconscious, especially going at a few hundred miles per hour

On a jet plane, a train, on a bus, drivin’ myself in a @Masseratti makes no difference to me

If it ain’t local & I’ve got to pack some snacks before we “Ride”, I ain’t into the bird or bee.

Dig this or not, I am the one that’s gonna die when it’s my time to die, no replacements so

Ready or not when the time comes, my spirit & soul will let the good times roll without me

Rather be here & there instead of up in the shooting stars above, love riverside & country

My place, living as good as gold, throwing up culture where good times roll, it’s post blow.

Fun begins at the kegger and the full bar with the expert tender from the @HardRockBar

About to go down the secret place that’s mi casa, su casa, single or double, & fishin’ pole

Bowlin’ strikes and spares to hit my average 255, can’t quite get all 300, nobody’s perfect

Unless it’s an unrealistic expectation, I’m satiated & got a Dixie Cup full, no keys to my car.

Open gate policy down the gully, the children are all ready to play, high school & grads

Makin’ the next generation coupling up with the cherished and irresistible pull of the DADS

Morning light ain’t comin’ up for 6 hours, come on over to my place, come o’er to say howdy

Open the gates so all my friends can get in and get a little high and just a little bit rowdier.

Fire down by the riverside, talkin’, laughin’, and drinkin’ until the eyes hooked up, & then

Fifty years passed by quickly, the grandkids are bein’ born all over the world as we know it

Now hear this, putting the nouns & verbs in the form of a rational thought to elevate above

Then it is now, no more waiting, let the fun begin, spinnin’ a ball of yarn to give you a shove.

Better homes and gardens with the birds & bees who share the benefits of just bein’ on duty

Workin’ as hard as I’ve realized that I must for my own sanity, I used to be combat so ready

Now it’s trying to put me to rest, pushin’ myself harder than when I used to roll up sleeves

Focused on the sun when the light comes into the darkness, like it or not, it’s The Steves.

By the time you read this here prolegomenon there’ll be a conflagration of continental riffs

You and I have neighbors, some drink & smoke & some tea-total for their free choice cliffs

Jumpin’ off the edges you see here and there, it gets better if you pretend it won’t hurt bad

It might & it might not, certainly in the end, last heartbeat, one more beauty won’t be sad.

Blisters on my feet and fingers from workin’ the bones for gold cash greenbacks, got higher

Never mattered in the first place, it was a matter of pretending pretensions got from father

Not a dream if you don’t wake up, the reality of the gods nobody ever sees is, they’re dead

Don’t shoot the messenger just because you can’t grasp Truth, live ‘til your blood ain’t red.

Moonshine when it’s bright or cloud-covered, we kickin’ it in Tennessee, middle of the wood

Fine as a line you can’t see between us, the facts of life require blind faith, incredible dude

Driving or flying gets the 20th century mankind to OutSpace in a gravitational-release bullet

Grip to keep on me, better hold tight, I’m slippin’ into my 3rd wind, throw shots back, I’m set!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Martin Luther King Day, Janvier 19th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted these signals while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @AlexanderKing  #AnythingGoes & #SmoMotion @ https://youtu.be/-FRKaDxcg80?si=6ZAxc_nPuFvKhB-i & #NoAssNoGrassNoRide  https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY?si=iMJtUlMzRXva04mN  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AintThatAmericaForYouAndMe? #BawlzToTheWalz #KeepOnDancin' #GwenStephani @Springsteen #WaitinOnASunnyDay #LifesTooShort #JohnMellencamp #AllAlongTheWatchtower #Volunteers @JeffersonAirplane

VOLUNTEERS FOR THE OMEGA CENTRIFIGALITY’S SINGULARITY

Rational thought is all I have that has been RNA programmed in all 208 bones

It’s all out of my hands and feet, lucky to have been conceived before diphones

Nothing wrong or right with the Middle Way because it is, simple Truth, it affirms

This is for certain, they’re all uncertainty principles hidden as holy, maggot worms.

Wait for the answers to questions you’ve never asked, ready, willing & able to see

Nothing above or below this Earth is anything other than one Outerspace, all free

All sensation is caused by the heat of the sun, the burst from a Big Bang invention

News that flawed life as well as Earth, a lump of stardust, an accidental perfection.

Come find the accident that intended to obfuscate the thing itself, stealth hideout

In plain sight, out in the open without cover to appear invisible to a predatory lout

Blind, deaf & without common sense or even dumb-bum luck, still life is still to be

Or not to be, ever anywhere at all, just not thought of as a random concept scree.

I have a few fallacious arguments both deductive and inductive, I indulge, I’m all in

Bodacious as you might imagine once you find the naked truth, shock wears often

On the money now & then when you hit the ground running, you win the bet too

Theoretically as a world view of Reality, we’ve immersed in jazzy, aqua sky’s blues.

Proper or not, luck, logic & reason are all we have to transcend bottom-feeding ilk

Y’all discover life’s too short once y’all kinfolk & friends begin to fall into spoilt milk

Names for people, places & things, common and proper are all in the lexicon tier

Doves born and raised for the Peace signal, flight from ground zero to Mt. Ranier.

Gone in & out of the automatic doors until they stopped one day, locked & loaded

Stranger all alone, walking, running or riding on wheels, on the middle path of ID

Ego & the supereons that result from a cosmic effulgence, cause love to go to bed

Mind is scrambled, antibody is disintegrating, forgetting all you knew, you’re dead.

Ups & downs can finish a dream’s conclusion, games with or without rules broken

Recollect the premonitions you had that match present events, on the lead money

Below and above the stardirt, the Earth’s wasted matter still remains in a big ball

Wobble & spin, revolve & move with solar animation’s flares that blow gods recall.

Blood and seawater mixed to fill the Mind bait that the innocent gulp for the snag

It’s dirty water no matter if you’ve swam in it or drank it, maybe you want to brag

That you’re a brave human who ain’t afraid to be incarcerated or die in vain for us

Heroes & villains clash, if you die a dead hero, a name lives, y’all are cosmic dust.

Without words there’s no fake news, no lies, no truth, no bovine scat in a short life

Realize that your final drag of air in your lungs may be 1 next one, I appreciate you

Claude & Grok it all, chat GPT never forget, recall the unknown “x” voidless in zero

Gravitational collapse of a Singularity, death by sucking you & you & you, me too.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, January XV^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 9:30 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @HankWilliamsJr on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9YbeBnhC1wo?si=GQy7agjJBq5s2WcR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?