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