#StandByMe #GodOnlyKnows #BrokenHalos ...used to shine...

WHY YOU’RE SO SHARP IN HEL-L.P.

System is a set game without your input & with or without you, God will go on living a big mistake
Blind faith in the leaders of the packs of strangers related by DNA, not the identical but close enough
Sisters and cousins mated to get the sons of the bastards we call founding fathers of the mutant ilk
Skies get cloudy but turn to blue eventually, just the disguise of the empty Void outside Earth’s milk.

No questions but many answers to the conundrum, silly fools without a thought’s conceptual fate
Of why they’re alive here & now, how many spirits would kill for your place in Time, they’re dead
Therefore, it’s all about this for friends and their enemies, loners & Trappist monks et al, mortal sin
It’s an inheritance you’ve blind faith in, it’s your funeral, it’s your move & you’re in no check, mate.

Now, you with me? It’s just a little further until you’re slammin’ your face into the padlocked door
Nobody gets in or out, it’s the way it is, shooter’s messenger Aristotle’s form, indeed Plato’s matter
Subjects and predicates involved in the deduced induction of conceptual analysis, before either/or
It’s a compound, complex final deduction, all in the mind’s eye of awareness, starlight predator.

Your ancestors left writing & complex secrets to hide the Truth from the mutant DNA mitochondria
Do I think & because of the blind faith that I’m thinking, anything at all, that that means I’m the Ra
Related down the line, of course, yet a piece of the original thing itself, regardless of the image, Me
Final end gets fake innocent guilty of seeking survival in the pain & suffering glut, land of the Free.

Fault of the First Cause is restricted from the inheritance of the First Fault, innocent of all charges
Names changed to protect the innocent of all the holy names of the divine & all too human dirges
So sad at the café, a long run from the inner city to the turnpikes and freeways of the pearly gates
Get a good buzz on before you dare to function without power in the darkness, Adam & Eve fates.

Eating this up, drinking in the holy water until it’s gone before you find out that it’s pure poison ale
Created by the rotten stench of the garbage dump, where crows & seagulls frequently dine in regale
Living and dying without consequence to the Void or the Singularity of warped Time in Space, man
Rain or shine, data generated will be deleted, eventually unaccesable to whatever is all too human.

Popped through the end, a stratosphere for just a second, body of bones gone, just a ghostly head
Of this that which I called myself, ego, super-ego & the Id, almost importantly the One that’s dead
Gets no epitaph on a granite block of formed eternity, the Thing that melts last but not least, bulls
Code is analogous to an impossible miracle occurring, making Time of masses of atomic particles.

Creased the blues in your faded blue jeans, it’s all you’ll have in the end, bottom blues a bit hidden
Nobody could ever observe what cyber-robots look like, literally all look like us in an angry lion’s den
Scooting like a baby just out of the womb, lookin’ around to explore the warm & cold of absent papa
As if that was all that was needed in the world was mama’s love, daddy don’t matter, just our mama.

Blues so bad, I compare this here & now to blues so bad you can’t take it, it’s all there is, wasted Time
It’s all on you whether you recollect it or not, you got to Earth caused by accidental orgasm on a dime
Not your mother’s fault, she didn’t know what was on your mind, wasn’t even created yet, it is done
Now or never, it begins without wisdom or knowledge, essence puffs of smoke, idiotic Don Juan fun.

A to Z, 1 to 9, manipulate data streams unto completion of the ins & outs of the systems ups & down
Touching until it’s finished, last one is all you can take with you, nothing else, matter itself ain’t round
Dream states of fifty nations of seven continents between the seven seas, wasted none of my Time
Always all about me since I was all there was, the obvious was the occult, the gods dropped a dime.

In my mother’s womb, it was not all about me yet, my father’s injection began the cyber-projection
Of movies and cartoons about the conjecture of the trajectory of being married or not for kids or not
Everything is a bit of a pass time between unconscious periods of being out like a light gets switched
On or off at the will of the thing itself, paws, hands, claws, kills to make it easier to eat ‘gone’ dead.

Happening here to the Supremes and the subordinates who pump up the air into the space above
Reality is on one scale for the dead and gone, they ain’t here & now nor are they anywhere in love
To say nothing more is the same as saying nothing less than all there is to say, silenced lips to pray
To the gods above & below this flat Earth, stars are burned out of the Past, twinkled at me today.

Without the dream, it’s dead air, nothing said, nothing moving, nothing breathing, nothing I am
It’s not my choice boys and girls, nuns, priests, all fish in the sea, ones who looked for you & me
Nevermore to find us here, we’re already gone, sweet things tasted between 3 course meals free
Kisses thrown & blown through the Space & Time confluence between your unflossed dentures.

Easy as the riders who never rode a lick on the turnpikes of the northeastern dirt & stone junk
Wanting and needing whatever your mother gives you from infancy until she kicks you into funk
It ain’t her fault, it’s all she could do, to magnify the importance of survival suffering like a fool
Pain is a warning that death may result if not tended to, in and out of the skull & boned cesspool!

Perfect wake up call for the #Woke among us in the civilized culture of everywhere on Earth, BAM
See it all flash before your eyes, memory of everything from the light to the dark of a Vietnam slam
Slayed the scared youngsters who didn’t want me in their rice patties & daughters of ex-GI’s run by
Believe the incredible and sit down for a tangible saga about goods that are both bad and so fugly.

Reality around before & after existence, I’m no authority but this appears to be above my pay grade
High as the blows that blew me away, yesterday, tomorrow & for certain, today without a deep fade
You & I have a lot of gall to give our opinion about why the universe exists below & above this light
Hunger and thirst drive the animal, on the other hand, there’s the mighty funk you can’t smell, It.

Blown air, phuckin’ strung out pipes of metal and wood, no joking around the blue lips downtown
To the Oakland Stroke it’s the Sacramento Slide from Compton to Eureka, it is all what it is uptown
Fill up empty buckets of the Void vacuum received from a free Cosmos, Words that matter, my son
Get higher for a good reason, addicted to oh well what the hell you gonna do, no fears to have fun.

Fix broken hearts right now, right before your very weary eyes, it’s a magic spell of the saxophonists
Putting out the blow on the bars of bass & treble, flats, sharps & just the natural high of the solipsistics
Knowing less than they’ll know when they’re dead, they’re still alive & now they know it all by rank
Mighty mice in the walls, runnin’ the mazes & then caput, mouth agape, rises soul with funk stank.

Love is selfless output, but the input was TNT-like explosions for eternity, Nothing made Everything
There’s pleasure and pain in it all, babies know it all, children find out the elders forgot it all, rave on
Brains and the mind inside that fears the final end of death of animated blood & bones, a love song
All you get to sing since it is a feeling without a soul, nothing can match it, it’s the original man, God!

My love won’t fade away so quick once you find that I’m all gone, never to return to kiss your neck
Or look over your left shoulder to protect your peace & innocence of evil, bad & ugly roam the deck
My warship may sail without you aboard, but my sonar & radar will suffice to keep you on the track
To where I’ll be right there on your fantastic voyage between the lines of royal blue & infinite black.

My kinfolk buried down underground in Chitown or between Iwo Jima and Saigon, staple rice paddy
We had the stockyards with the dead cow and pig blood wafting the windy city skies, escaped Laddy
Cub scouted Boy scouts and Girl scouts down to the Brownies, ethics and wrongs to be reversed life
Hearts and soul getting bloody from the One’s mental infraction of becoming more, split to infinity.

Get along little dogs in the runs of the kennels, mankind will do what it does & the dogs will survive
No free will, no choice but to survive at all costs, eating for the fear of mongrels stealing it all away
Able to leave in a second or two, makin’ sure you don’t forget all it takes to remain high in a beehive
Brought the best funny jokes for the chumps to pretend they get the punch lines, when it ain’t funny.

Punches in the breadbasket and the kisser leave the bullies fresh & bloody down by the shore’s lines
Monks quiet because their voice boxes have been removed by the proctor of the fool’s errand for me
Don’t remember the words in the chant to open the locked doors so I’m afraid I’m stuck outside here
Good and ugly do not have anything to do with the Evil, the Bad and rotten fruits of the grape vines.

Surprise party when just breathing is a bit surprise, added favors, spirits, cake & gifts, afterbirth’s day
Cyber gorilla apes and the arrested batch of vitamins and minerals that survived the big bang today
Moron works like a worm burrowing into an idiocrasy nevermore to see the light of hot, burning stars
Die today or yesterday as long as it’s not tomorrow, shake & bake your grandmother’s Tesla’s boxcars.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, 1-6-2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
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#WhyGiveUpTheSMOKE #WastedTime

WHO CAN TELL ?  NOBODY KNOWS...

Fathers of mothers, heartless cheaters of innocent, wild children shuffling up to Buffalo & 10th Avenues
Or was that on east Chi Rush Street, between the roaring twenties and the beatnik snap or hippy blues
Ain’t ever casting’ aspersions at myself nor my generation’s culture they were thrust into a willing skit
To be or never to have been at all, the caring metabolism wanted to be consciously aware of caput chit.

Used up my tokens’ future dreams comin’ true before my body’s demise, won’t be my fault, ready to roll
Fire in the hole, take cover, not only your heads but also your allies, nobody wants hits between the eyes
Falcons & bald eagles were here before the DNA of cave man & woman, no need to get outraged, punk
All self-defense with a swoosh of retaliatory terminal blows in a traditional offensive, lucky I got the funk.

Winds from Earth’s South Pole wobbling simultaneous with choice, liberty blow jobs, precession of One
Matilda and Priscilla became nuns and then philosophers of the metaphysical world’s matrix and lexicon
Whether you’re born immaculately conceived or filled with a byte of DNA’s spermatozoon ova mutation
Yielding this here and now, Time in Space, left over by your daddy, known or not, it was your ticket, Sun.

Family ties between the eyes, right now at 11:11 Pacific Standard motion of Earth’s spinnin’ twist of dirt
Water mix of hydrogen & oxygen produce this liberty and the rest of the good, evil & ugly Nugatory hurt
Few and far between the believers in blind faith and the intelligentsia elite, there are those idiot savants
Mixed in with the brothers and sisters who see faces, skin & bone structure, head to toe asexual saints.

Lightened up the darkness in that closet, clear light at the golden dawn of Truth, reason for a good fight
For freedom, independence, total segregation from the negative, immersed in the positive, cosmic light
Once upon a Time, Space was full of conceived germs, eggs, sperms makin’ minds, fingers, dead sea sand
Sealed it all with a kiss in a fable, a garden nobody saw but somebody fantasized the fabulous neverland.

Began awakening being so woke in a singular desire to procreate the species with a lover who’d roll over
Permeating the membrane holding your momentum back behind the brick wall you built for the quiver
Organ of First Cause before the Word was made flesh, a single cell before the evolution, married to ‘ex’
Unknown, pragmatic knowledge formed into word sounds of foreign tongues of any species, all AOK sex.

Far away from this place in Space, analyze that concept & you’ll find Nothing special delivery, need time
Twisting and smoking only because the Earth’s wobbling around the ecliptic, so I’m told, I believe it too
Found your little note you left on the stove, “Don’t wait up for me tonight…” signed it “ME” as if I knew
Slowin’ down the day before the evening light disappears into nowhere I’m goin’, joke is droppin’ a dime.

Inside a high security prison with the winner’s cup shinin’ in the darkness, corner of groove & black cow
Confined inside the cubic meter or three, punishment for being king the wind of the law’s isolation love
Tough way to find out the repercussions of not following the commands of the cultural peasant above
Fear nothing if you loathe everything above and beyond the plane of existence, I call, here & hot now.

Ground up all of the animal’s skin and bone into a hot burger with melted cow’s teat milk, I, burger king
No royal flush queens anywhere in sight, ran off with diamonds & hearts, lap dancin’ in clubs for spades
High as you would want your daughter & sister to be as she works her body into the mortgage on Malibu
For the love of all that cash money can buy, LOVE’s a four-letter word, low frequency debit, cash out cue.

Bees, ants, worms, flies, first things seen by a child-like person on the narrow way to Nirvana’s isolation
An Italian leather sofa is both soft and as black as the night of Space in back of the Earth’s penumbra sin
Shadows just the things of Nothing at all, explain the explanation and you’ll be cookin’ & playin’ my tune
Could be a trumpet horn, bass and treble guitar strings, stretched animal skin & steel cymbals, king rune.

Long or short year, it’s still twelve months of 24/7 & f you’re not so lucky, you didn’t make it, RIP to y’all
Friends, foes, relatives & strangers scattered on the seen continents, soon to be buried 6 deep or not at all
Could be just a waking dream & when you die there’ll be nothing you can do, itch scratches itself bloody
Only then we’ll all know, it’s a supernatural thing that needed to feel the mortality’s dead, good, ready.

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r j j   stephan, I  

c.  XII-XXX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Crafted this carafe of fungi while jammin’ to @Lenny_Kravitz #AreYouGonnaGoMyWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8LhCd1W2V0Q?si=g3PJfazOWj_QY5jc }

How Far Is Heaven Again?

DROP THE PEDAL TO THE METAL

Don’t even try to leave the deal without me in the middle of the freeway in your cherry red Chevrolet
Grieving good demigods who come and go in and out of here, the terrestrial function of oxidation’s bet
That humanity is merely a set in the domain, a function of the movement from Nothing to all the monies
It’s all about the mothers & daughters who looked at their choices & chose the One as sweet as honeys.

Hay ain’t only for horses like my mama used to say when I said hey hey, hey mama, you got to get down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down and it’s no joke, fun don’t make you frown
Light from the sun, the flaming star that’s 93 million miles away from here I know it’s far, far away man
But it’s the way it is, the nearest to Milky Way is Andromeda and man, it’s spread out beyond sandmen.

Fear no darkness in any light blockage, it’s a temporary condition of infinite fools who fake bein’ bums
It’s an empty vacuum of knowledge without power for all who are fools drinkin’ whiskey & shotguns
Party of two or more means nothing at all to the One, indivisible & undivided by artificial cherry bombs
No jungle or city can contain the elements of their own nature, the void of everything I cannot avoid.

Race on the track, the strip or wherever the braggadocio occurs in the gang of twelve or less, a put-on
For the ones who become indoctrinated, part of the ticket is forgetting the boss is the six gun too legit
Or some modification of the caliber from .22 to .44, 30:06 to 270, all american & a little bit of every scat
Bite into the bitter tastes and leave all the good tastes behind your pitted teeth cavities, where they at?

Above and below the cavities of your mother and father, their grandparents came way long ago, 1800’s
Nineteenth century called the gold of my time, the Rush of the Forty Niners, oh back down the river buzz
Skippin’ some stones atop the surface of the Americano river, south fork goin’ down to or up here or not
What a Big Bang leftover on this speck of dust even God can’t see from a stealth throne unknown, robot.

I ain’t confused but you may be forever in a tailspin without any hope of pullin’ out for the safe landing
It ain’t anybody’s fault, it’s the luck of the draw, confidence in the con games that use the hype to sing
About a beauty & a beast meeting in the middle for a truce that nobody can afford, it’s all on cellphones
Crushed it 24/7, ruled it all, back in the day I threw a fit & the world freaked, feared stones & my bones.

Dominated the domination of the nation, nobody stepped in but bullies who fell over in a blown wind
Hurried yet on the target’s bullseyes as the GOATS always are when they wing it like they’re all listenin’
It’s all the Good, Evil and the Ugly ones who came from love and hate in a holy, dark womb of cavemen
Without which existence as Cro-Magnon/Australopithecine comin’ out of the dark, ain’t beyond them.

 
Celebrate life, be happy since it’s the highest good to be found here and now, you have my word
With that & a dime, you can order a mug of java from the greasy spoon at the truck stop’s herd
18 wheelers with cabovers and conventional tractors, flatbeds, trailers, refrigerator cooled food
For the minions who sit around, shoot the breeze, put words & matter together in the evil Good.

Deep end at the final gasp, no recollection of what you did or what you’re gonna do, all irretrievable
Repeat the same thing your ancestors did, they’re all dead now, why do you think it’s different now
In the sweet by & by, now it’s all gone, out of sight even for the 20/20 hindsight, bible burns True lies
Up in smoke, down with being buried deep down six feet under me, God’s headstone, a lord of flies!

by

r j j  stephan, i

Thanksgiving Blovember XXIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JohnCouger #PinkHouses on youTube link  @ https://youtu.be/qOfkpu6749w?si=so--d7S3GIbfXD5_ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?