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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

#KillTheLights #RememberTheFirstTime? #PoofOfDeath #Meatloaf #AC/DC @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker

VIRUS THAT DISAPPEARS

UPON ARRIVAL

For the final offer that no human being could ever refuse from the first to last woman fears

You’ll exist as an immortal during Time, eternity and infinity as above, borrow to barter, man

It’s a profitable way to earn your keep, Other People’s Money or OPM’s just ‘cause you can

Payback the loan with interest before a due date, well prior to that by five or six long years.

Kool-Ade drunk to the limit, people allow what their parents programmed them to accept

Grape or cherry-ade were my personal choices until I weened off of the sugar brew concept

After too many years of cavities and rotten roots due to evil maintenance, I have bridges

To cover gaps where I have nothing but air to the mandible gums, simple sinister pitches.

As young as an embryo or as old as a pre-cadaverous set of mammalian skeletal remains

Equations of inequality between you and I due to the nature of being alive on a spun rock

No need to cast aspersions to your friends and foes who share this dream within a dream

Imagine you’re completely full of that which you’ve eaten the last few days of cyberstream.

Just as music goes into one ear or another and comes out one or the other into creativity

Blood flows from top to bottom of the capillaries and arteries and veins in a finite cycle

Only so many beats each muscle can absorb, it is a Valentine heart inside a ribs’ cage

To protect the heart & holy soul-spirit that animates the RNA/DNA complex simplicity.

Feeling human, not too human but just enough to realize you’re on the way to old OZ

Wherever that imaginary joint is that has the Big Guy in the sky, nirvana, heaven above

Once the virus consumes anything available that doesn’t destroy it, the RNA of Love

Find out anything in the secret annals of the occult aliens, a clown tent full of Bozos.

Breaking into the safe places that aren’t as safe as they were last century, masses die

Causes of the effects don’t matter any longer, the fecal matter happens below the sky

Nothing at all you will recall the day after y’all kick the bucket, & I mean nothing at all

Pretty perfect in ultraviolet blue and infrared crimson stripes & 50 stars will never fall.

Drinking and smoking until there’s nothing remaining to imbibe or toke, the way it is

If you conserve items you consume, some vagabond will steal it when you look away

Then you’ll both conserve and share with strangers who never pay back anything at all

How can you believe what isn’t true & pretend that it isn’t a proverbial white lie display?

Easy, gullible morons eat wild mushrooms with blind faith in nature’s ambivalence to us

It will kill you, but you won’t be hungry any longer, back in line of the pecking order fuss

Grow so weary of roaming Earth without a resting place that can’t be seen by private eyes

In a final blow, a finale comes like it or not, it’s inevitable so expect it, all gone gods’ lies.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AmericanMade by @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eHGfmpXlhFk?si=_BDlfrdBbzL7fyga }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@CarlosSantana @TheEagles #HeartWontTellALie @LosLonelyBoys

HIGHLIGHT THE DARK SIDE TO SEE THE TRUTH

#GoBears in #TwoBits

Keep your mind on the bull’s eye, the 1st prize you win is a Peace Prize piece as if it shed

Light on the middle path displays the only meaning of life to all living things, every atom

In the end as it was in the beginning, every single thing larger than an atom will be dead

Someday, some way or another, the inevitable result of the Big Bang is a Tiny Peep, bam.

Dollars and nonsense mix the mental recordings into a hodgepodge of Reason and Rhyme

When it all comes down to one bottom line, since it’s invisible & non-existent, out of Time

On the easy money, gold, silver certificates, copper & lead nickels, silver drops of holy fear

Hillbilly pop opposite of the adjacent, infinite lines winds up lost in the muck, blood & beer.

Recover the days y’all lost before you came in front of me, you now know what you thought

Inside of the womb, prior to childbirth, every zygote and fetus fills the Void of Reality sought

Mark the dots, the finite lines and shapes of symbolic UFO scientology, it’s all a cosmic stiff

Unraveled your yarn to expose the empty center where Nothing remains after the guitar riff.

Alright as right can be, left out on the precipice of 2 number lines, angles & infinite shapes

One preconconceived notion above air’s ocean, breathing exhaled O2 from misanthropes

In this or another zoo, below & above this here & that there, fathered the mothers’ bad kids

I take full responsibility for everything out of my hands, reward & punish me on pallet skids.

Sixteen penny spikes, nailed to the oak and pine, spruce to birch, crosses of the well-hung

Makin’ the whole Monday to Sunday week that repeats ad infinitum, I got an itch to get flung

Across the street or over the freeway underpass, subways & elevated trains don’t even care

One or two bits to get on & get off, it’s the only way to go around The Loop, the travel fare.

Pick a hand, there’s something in both, one of the hands has a piece of gold, the other coal

You can exchange the items for indulgences on the back porch, smoking with a deep bowl

Swam in the hole, swung from the tree’s long-hangin’ vine, or was it a battleship rope chug

Blown smoke out the smokers & the hotlips of the kinfolk & cousins, huggin’ & kissin’ bug.

Hashtag word up from the get-go and ad infinitum to the Singularity sucking all of us within

Go to the rear of the class before you graduate from indoctrination of the cerebral cortex

You may not pay attention to the training, hence you’ll be undertrained with less overvalue

Obnoxiousity is an accidental reaction to being annoyed by a pompous, blind faith screw.

Will to the power of the hour cannot exceed it’s full capacity, there’s no reserve to add at all

High as the window in the tower, smoke burns into the brain’s grey matter, thoughts & mind

Where it’s all happening for real, philosopher-scientists positing more than a Chicago scent

Dead fish on the beaches, dumped disaster from the big city into the deep end just to find.

Blind eyes, blind faith & blind alleys contain absolutely no ultraviolet ion or infrared wave

Subatomic and galactic status assigned to matter at rest and in motion, particulate shave

Smooth or rough display of the games of fools, relatives & community of riff raff homeless

Appears that it’s all there is, then we die, others dispose of us, dead air for eternity’s bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XVII^th        MMXXVI Anno Domini @1615 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to mystery juice @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?list=RD3KGA_8CSmsI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

1992 PONTIAC FIREBIRD   MY WINGS  92-97

#GO CHICAGO 2025 BEARS