Grace Good To Go, Gone Girl #Good #Better #Best @MorganWallenHITS #HankJr

THAT’S THE BREAKS

Full of the half-backs, tail-backs & linebackers who play positional excellence

Broken in two as it should be, above, so below, mirror twilight zone in a sense

Between the two of us, it’s a matter of blind faith in the five-sense intellect, son

Teachers of our mothers and fathers gave their two cents to us for free tuition.

Mystic effects caused by unknown presences and mysterious puzzle solutions

Conclusion deductions induced by random assumptions grounded in clouds

Malfunctions from pole to pole, around the equator, we wobble in a solar system

The reason you hurt is because you can’t feel partly good, spun planet at 45 RPM.

Something is wrong with you if you can never escape the logical conclusion skin

In the darkness, color doesn’t matter but keepin’ your guts healthy within, I’m all in

Part of it, half of the time, maybe a quarter of the time, I sleep, so 6–8-hour chatter

Unconscious of the Earth, the Wind & the Fire, only dreams on my superego matter.

On the brink of a breakthrough, something you have searched for and failed to find

Function of the calculus comes to fruition by following the methods & formula sign

Only you know & I know that what will be, will be whether we know it or not, it is done

Everything moving will someday require to be at rest, respect the authority of One.

Drunks on the alcohol and phuq’d-up heads blowin’ Mary’s puffs in Clouds of Nine

Known before everything happens, can’t tell anybody, nothing is ever a surprise, fine

It’s now and then for everyone who lives here and there on mother Earth’s cold dirt

Not only are you not responsible for your actions but also not for the ancestral spurt.

What the first man and first woman was their problem, I owe them less than a zero

Now mothers of God? That’s another story with or without blind faith in the old hero

Killed the one who proved that bad men kill innocent men and blame it on justice cost

Without overwhelming force, words of the sheriff have no gravitas, it’s God’s damn post.

If you express yourself on any venue you don’t control, expect the power to execute you

Cancel your Twitter “X” to shut-off your tweets of eclectic multiple choice, human spew

Fancy and precious as jewels and gold on a silver platter, real love pumps in high grades

Not only are those the breaks but also there’s no other possible world, as reality fades.

Fun and hurried pleasure and pain for as long as you can expect to experience being woke

At least awake if not woke, seeing through the veil of fiction and moral immorality, eh bloke

Warn you and yours that there’s a moment coming when you’ll have to choose crossroads

Between you & me there is total respect, everyone else can’t expect reciprocation roads.

Scat, Scooby-do, do-wop, dit do wop ditty, over & over again repetitive respect declared hex

Ready or not, here it comes right into our open mind, you were nothing before “x” or “y” sex

Humming during the rattle gives you the rhythm and beat you can dance to, dodo wop shelf

Nothing more nor less to divulge, cough or covered up, got a solution, y’all respect the Self.

Dirty laundry is clean in the washer and ready for the dryer in maximum flux, ready to set

It’s a go, for real & that’s the way it is, from nothing at all to something in a particular debt

Rattle & hum to the moans of the parental DNA, spreading the XY and XX into a holy womb

Thrust into a hot fire, thirsty as Hell but nowhere near high water, I gotta git outta this doom.

Pride all full of proud boys whether warranted or not, all freedom to choose, pride is mine

World spinnin’ still, you’re gonna go out of here eventually, I’m not gonna regurgitate Time

Make peace with your inner thing, it may be the only thing that outlives death, I wish it too

Reincarnate a soul-flux, ignorance to enlightment, Buddha, Jesus, Zeus or Ahura Mazda.

Burned the offering to cause expectation of the fulfillment of the wish and hope to dream

Daytime or nighttime makes a tiny difference, it’s imaginary and without a standing A-team

The Old Breaks are what some get if they’re lucky & others never get because of bad Juju

Team sports or one-on-one, this is all I’ve expected so dive deep, do your thing, ah Jojo!

Crackin’ on the hot women, repelling the old bats who couldn’t bite the old leathernecks

Nothing to worry about since the skills of martial artists instill the adeptness, on the treks

Between home and the destination, it’s a distance in the power to accommodate nesting

Pressure of all peers is little or none when you have no peers, except the One with my ring.

All or mostly about respect unto death, afterward nobody will give a good cahoot about it

Asleep in a coma, it’s said to be terminal and no possible awakening to reality as we know

Pulled the plug on the machinery that keeps heart & lungs in function, less the brain flow

Florida to Washington and California to Maine East, I recovered the recollection had a fit.

Unknown flesh and bone, hard to believe that some are alive & in some way immortal too

With a spirit who is you and you will know it’s true without a doubt, you were never two

Millennia has written about causes & effects of all events, formed by willpower seeds

One less command, respect yourself since nobody else will, you’ll live to see that seed

Creepy feelings makin’ it feel like your skin has something crawling on every single inch

From ancestors to descendants, we all stand between all of them, beware of the pinch

Comes from out of nowhere when you least expect it, when you’re immersed in schemes

Of the Good, the Bad & the Ugly, all of us are the holy spirit of invisible hopes & dreams.

Highlight the lowliest among us, the humblest respect to all who show me the same, free

Have a better time in life if you familiarize yourself with rules & regulations of the history

Gratitude within me for you and all you’ve done to facilitate my indoctrination position

All things above and below move quickly and certainty is highly probable in tight, thin skin

Fictional account of the history we share from the deep and all dark caves where scrolls hid

From the lying eyes that see the Truth as what’s false to the blind eyes of sightlessness’ kids

Allow the subjects and predicates to fly from coast to coast, border to border & sea ‘hood

Sharks are hungry & they kill & eat things that were alive for a blink of an eye, we are food.

Apes and gorillas just living to eat, drink & be merry, sleeping in safe places’ guarded forces

If you retire by 60 or work until you’re 90, either way you’ll die in the end, it could be worse

It may’ve been the case that this world wasn’t just a dream but a prison cell for bad angels

Blown minds because it’s unexpected to watch impossible conceptions of bones & skulls.

Strategy between the powers evolved from gravity and centrifugal force, survival of the fit

Stay vigilant 24/7 & sleep with one eye open, if you don’t, you may not wake up to all of it

Maybe the most important thing on Earth is, non-Earth beings control the dynamic wealth

Earned, inherited, or stolen, all the stuff you have will disappear into thin air, all stealthy.

Prick up your ears like any animal interested in survival of its welfare and future existence

Reality of the fantasy is that you’ve got forever to hang around & breathe air in and out of it

Just because you weren’t alive before you were conceived means nothing, so let it all burn

To the ground as it was above, so it will be below, a Big Bang it may be, one atom at Cern.

Pretending well as pretenders do for the duration of Earth’s spinning revolution, a wobble

Missing information is critical to destroying the efficiency of the operation, a head bobble

Train the telescope on the electron microscope specimen on the slide from the petri dish

See what animates Life without an internal heart, soul & mind of its own, country Joe fish.

All humor is aside, nothing is fair in life, everyone gets right place at the right time or else

Nothing good comes of being in the wrong place or right place at the wrong time, ring bells

Cold as a place on the other side of Earth where the sun never shines, southern equator sin

I move into checkmate every time I play the game, knight or rook undercover of pawn skin.

Pine scent erasing the foul odor of the refused-used funk & junk yards, giant fans suck it in

Left over in the hot burn of the sun are the atomic waves of God’s fluid, it’s all we are in skin

Ignorance of Truth doesn’t negate the deduced conclusions of logic, it is what it is forthwith

Come into anyone’s country without a passport, you’ll be executed, unless you’re the Stith.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater

#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

8888888INFINITY8888888

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.?

#IWantMy @Nickelbak #BeLikeH2O #DiamondsFacetsAllOne #TheTyger #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunneWith @MorganWallen #GottaGitALittleDirtyWhenYourDigginForGold #BlackCrowes

COWBOY EVOLVED FROM PERFECTION, FORNICATION OF THOU

All of us, totally alive now or already dead are inside of a surrealistic dream, it’s all strife 
As if you’ve stumbled upon One, Salvidor Dali work of art, paint, pencil, photo, light beam 
Miracles I’ve searched for to not only witness the event but also tell a tall tale, incredible 
Yet, Truth is like that if you’ve never heard of it, it may make or ruin your whole day & life.

What is above or below this Earth, scientists and dead men walking know it all, empty zero 
Knowledge and wisdom of this deck of cards with the hands already dealt by being in utero 
Lucky nails & teeth will grow to eat the world & protect hearts from harm, soul of God form 
In millions of animated things, transitioning from Nothing to Something & all the way back.

Corked bottles keep the fermented fruit of the vine, fresh as the day grape squirted to glass 
They all left a while ago but now, all boys are back in town & runnin’ the blocks like a badass 
You know what I know, only you know like I do how the end is gonna be without a spirit fool 
Divine or humane, all in and out of the ears, critical cyber-realities remain an accurate tool.

Empty between the ears outside of the skull & bones, RNA & DNA absent of a liberated Will 
Snowed the frozen rain down from mountaintop to the valleys of the blue marble’s spin skill 
Due to the whirling & wobbling, Life asserted itself in the insanity of Earth, Wind & hot Fire 
Lunatics want to fight when they know they’re gonna lose the war, no plan or bird on a wire.

It’s essence of extinction, a black hole with a Singularity in plain sight of a mind’s 3rd eyeball 
As geometric calculus fills the Void’s matrix with Uno & Zero, lines, columns collapse it all 
It all couldn’t be any worse ‘ the worst possible event unleashed, AC/DC #DayOnTheGreen 
Live wires charged with power, protons, electrons and neutrino neutrons, Ionics I’m all in.

Known that nothing exists before the Big Bang & won’t exist a moment the day after tours 
Trash and wealth combine down the journey to the epicenter of being, One & Many doors 
Drifting on the breeze, getting blown away by the all too human jobs comin’ out of the blue 
History drives the fists to punch holes in the matrix, Will Power runnin’ the street & the rue. 

Junkyards full of the used metal and plastic we can’t launch into empty space to the moon 
Breaks in the matrix happen, moments at a time, posterity controls the gatekeeper’s spoon 
Space is inner and outer between shards of Life & Absolute Oneness, getting naked for sex 
Only way to cooperate with the overlords is to stay invisible, never cause dissolution’s hex.

Magic spells work, accidentally directed by the holy & desecrated earth soil, buried bones 
Breaking rocks on the chain gang because I’m the forced labor, I got framed by her moans 
I don’t know anything for certain other than you’re in the same boat as I am, empty bliss pie 
Ignorance of the knowledge is wisdom’s protection, singing, dancing, eating until y’all die.

Made it out of jail with a bullet in his back, a 30:06 line of sight, in the crosshairs of Eternity 
Way gone just like the song says, ol’ Mr. Brooks & Mr. Dunn movin’ on a target onto my eyes 
Fathers miss their daughters they never produced from the gametes, world turns blue man 
I set alone at a table way in the back of a bar, only lonely folks go to for spirits of a drunk sin. 

Of course, inebriation is everything a human needs to forget about suffering pains of love 
Leaving for another Man who cannot compete with me, it was all meant to be that way too 
Had to be in the place in Space at the right time, Timing is Everything, as Romeo knew, so 
Keep your bearskin in tact, block everything other than 7mm rounds, hide out cave above. 

Stars burn but when you’re far enough away, keep your feet & backbone warm, no, I’m gone 
I took too much time, ran out before I knew it, my eyes and ears opened wide, funk moaned 
As if there was never a warning about the hereafter that comes when the corpse rots in 10 
But only ignorance shines in reflection, believe in the unknown, call it the End, I Am all Zen.

As a wagon wheel turns, if you got four of ‘em, you’ll get a bunch of dogwood flower blooms 
You owe me, I owe you but neither of us will recover from sudden death, debts’ livin’ rooms 
Purple in the infrared range and Red in the ultraviolet domain, reversed psychosis to all now 
Holidays & holy days regarded as special, without it, we’re not conceived in a cocaine blow.

Clocks tickin’ & sun’s is still up in the same place, above black & blue skies, look out below 
Five o’clock now, somewhere in the world for a minute, already gone there, drunk in my pity 
Criticize my thorough analysis at your own risk, deduce and induce the logical conclusions 
Invert the investigation & plow through your memories you can recollect, Eve’s original sins.

She said she loved Adam, Eve had imagination rollin’ well, now here we are, so all way gone 
Like ships sailing on the infinite seas all around us, solar system & galaxy in this tiny drone 
Can’t even see one hide nor hair from way up above the stratosphere, nobody’s home, sigh 
Saddle is keepin’ my bottom dry, candle burnin’ at both ends, this cowboy barely gettin’ by.

Lipstick on the mirror said “Good-Bye” as a creative evil dream alive, fix-sad faced drippin’ 
It wasn’t the only way to go but it was all a lie, didn’t know that it was, Know to be one, son 
Boyfriend, husband, significant other in relations, random accidents, Ma & Pa had a bawl 
Here we are, healthy or wealthy & sick, you don’t like my smoke or tattoos, so KMCA y’all. 

All my holy “Zen passes through all our definitions & remains Zen as before,” inevitable “I” 
Id, Super Ego & little ol’ me, the Ego from ovaries in a Sicilian woman, oh mamas, y’all sigh 
Big timin’ in a small town, up in Pilot Hill ‘tween Cool & high Coloma, where bare feet walk 
Black or blue denim, jeans from the heavenly clouds or Macy’s but either way, I still balk.

Never know when it’s gonna last more than a NYC minute or ½ a lifetime, you only get one 
Nobody gets another chance, they myth has deceived the ghosts in the machines for fun 
Now hear this, free emotional rescue for you, just because you thought you were so pretty 
Breaking the infinite line in two, division of perfection into double vision, creates the nutty.

Some nuts fell out the trees, others came out the male injections of gametes into ‘er hips 
Not only rats and worms but also the humans who know it all, forget about their sail ships 
Karma carried over until the galaxy implodes into its essence, Nothing subatomic, charm 
Farmers with a tan, drivin’ pickups like country boys do, makin’ daughters mama’s farm. 

Camouflage britches and a dago T-shirt, hippy long-hair or a Mohawk or a chilly-ass fades 
All Time comin’ as the Earth spins one way, dawn & dusk always the identical dark shades 
Put my love into a function of an equation & produced two old men, infants turned too cool 
Beatniks beat up into hippies and their progeny, spend all you have, Hell bent gerkoff fool. 

Talkin’ smack without power to back it up, getting the scat & hell beat out of a jive ass, OMG 
You and the rest of the species may mock the Truth but it remains the same, an End of Time 
Pepper doctor ground all the rocks into dust, nothing is alive & there’s no need for anybody
Hillbillies live below a Mason-Dixon, sweet home choak it up, ambush an Alabama rhyme.

by 
r j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, XXIX-XXX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LNNPNweSbp8?si=DuRwIt-LkPOGAUs_ } 

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