Everyone you know, all the people you are familiar with, both the living & dead now & then
Some girls reproduce the species and the others become the ones who end on a death bed Of evolved human DNA which came literally out of nowhere, to produce a Timeline for RNA In random recombination due to motion of the deep, blue seas & dried up sand here today. Hawks and buzzards down to invisible microbial life in subatomic form between your two ears It’s all out and all in when you come right down to it, sweet and unexpected unknowable fear Unknown comes and goes quickly, before you know it, leaving residual sands’ beaches & beer Holy ghosts coming right out of nowhere, north to south poles, all around the alligator tears. You live and you die, you don’t deserve it but nobody else deserves it either, good luck is all Nothing more nor less than being in the right place at the right time, just to go Spring to Fall Over & over again, ad infinitum with fortune on a journey high, soft narrow path to Nirvana How low is the highest place you can breathe in and out to stay alive & healthy until manana.
Dogs and butterflies notwithstanding, harm comes to those who lose a grip, being in freefall As the day you & I were all born, the day before was the same, day after I die, also, identical Life savers rotted your teeth and ruined your gums, chewed, bit, ground-up matter from hell Drunk on what beans’ brew allowed, power of the photosynthetic, an anthropomorphic cell.
Hope, Faith & loving Charity for everything & every moment gifted from above, as it is below Payoff from the ones you’re beholding to, bought your mansion & your speedster so mellow For once in your life, stop in the name of love, begin shakin’ hands with gods of Gold in back Bringing it home from first base, triple over the centerfielder’s head, off the wall warn track.
Hot as melted ice boiling away into the steam that causes the rain in a plethora of cloud nines Middle finger is cool if you know what it means, one on each hand simultaneously, hand signs Pigs with no lipstick is all we have and they’re all in the poke for the duration of makin’ bacon In a ball of confusion, too hot to see, to hear, to taste, to feel but easy to convolute into skin. Bones covered up with the organic functioning from skull to metatarsals, soul a construct of 1 Fear of becoming dead & gone, either by old age or infirmity’s accidental, homicidal clown fun Higher than the center of the core, moving from being at rest to the speed of light in a photon How dare you sir? If I might be honest a moment, I challenge you to a duel, deal will be done. Hill to climb whether you like it or not, you’ve been deposited at a bottom in quest of the tops Listen to the music, from minds to hearts that rock and roll in a wave of classical country flops Our cash, old gold, our debits will all become the smoke they were before the origin of Time Space allows no witness to the Singularity, epistemological mire & muck, go phuq the rhyme.
by
r j
jstephan, i
c. Vendredi, 3-7 MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST { Rockin’ words out during a loop of @Nickelback #ShakinHands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y-j8g2v0IFg }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT THIS FAR BY JUST SHAKIN’ HANDS! }
O SOLO MIOSkin in a Sorry game from you to Outerspace above the sky, in & outta here, all of me La vita is all there is, dawn ‘til dusk, then it all ends in a penultimate finale, freed free Hits or misses the mark, the bull’s eye right smack in the middle of it all, arrow points Mark this momentary lapse of the ovum’s benediction as initiation smokin’ the joints. Higher than any woman or man should ever be, you know it if you know it, if not, well Then it is what it is, you may never know, you may pass away without the Nirvana pill Not many receive it non-gratis except the worthy due to relation to the innocent gods Before birth all in flesh & blood, the unknown was known, forgotten phuqin’ hot rods. We didn’t have to be here learning how to love and beget more of the many, too many A geometric progression from two to too many is the modus operandi for extinctions Species already gone in perpetuity and will be gone whenever the atom splits energy Not only but also every single one of the many has it all & nothing more than A to G. Talkin’ sharps, flats, sevenths & diminished, all the chords in rows of stanzas from high Above or below the clouds that coverup the action nobody could handle & retain sanity Enjoy the trip we’re all on, hit any name in the book from A through Z, in synchronicity Hope and Faith determine the opportunities at random, until It all becomes One to die. We’ve all been up and down depending on our luck being raised in this vacuum’s Space Good, evil, beautiful & ugly, ungifted random DNA recombination formation of the face It’s the animal attraction of the form to recombine the DNA without regard to free wills This MO was required to civilize the animal nature within, in search of climaxing skills. Angles within the triangles leave the complementary outer angles the difference from 180 You cannot make this theoretical any clearer, you’ve got to get an angle on the shebang All of it, not just some of it, little or nothing, unacceptable cause of extinction, cross the T Nothing for the cure, nothing is the cure and there’s nothing less than this hot bang-bang. Man on Earth, please stay down there, quit sending the protoplasm far above the rock world Where gas turns liquid and flows from poles to equator in streams and rivers of love curled Knowledge is wisdom to proceed everywhere in stealth mode, in the light and in the darker Places from pole to pole, the imaginary places unseen because they’re the process’ marker. Graves, stones of memory to survive the skin and bones, souls and spirits created in grace Just because the Divine wanted to pretend not to be Divine, experience Life & Death’s face Solo or with the ones who pretend to be friends and enemies depending on your awareness Being a hermit, introvert at One with Being, atom to nebula, never, ever love y’all any less. Required for happiness is the air you breathe and the freedom you feel to say and do it all No holds barred and there actually never were holds, it was all in the programmed of minds Ones who left the commandments and theorems for study and implementation, pass the ball Shoot to thrill, bull’s eye there at dead center, let it go, point enter goals and holes’ shrines.
Meat & all it is, dead animal remains’ filet or patty, all too human way to be God’s carnivore Pressure outside of the protected limit of influence, nothing to worry about, it’s a broken back What you see is what you get, it’s not a promise but it’s an educated guess, in & out the door Flocks fly in for the season, that’s the suspense of reason overwhelms even a loving La Flaca. Daunting future coming whether you see it comin’ or not, even if you do, there’s no escape You came to conquer the nature of the beast, now is your chance, first or last, conceived rape Baby into enculturated protoplasm to enhance the culture & leave nothing but ash & smoke Fire burning, heart beating, circulating the hot blood in a puddle of mud, all in a back stroke. Your gold is good and everybody takes it with a grain of salt, that’s not the biochemistry plan What it is today an yesterday is the same as it’ll be tomorrow & on to the finale, barcode scan Squared to the cube, 2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate? Historical bookmakers, angels in skits No existence for you or me without them, the odds are you lose to the house, pay your debts. I’m listening to your voice but I neither hear nor understand what you’re saying, speak softly Carry a big stick, make it pointy on one end in case you need to make a point a bitter strongly Looking within for the response to the query yields more of the above and less of the below Talking, to anyone and everyone except your Self, that is the Way, narrow, fly like a sparrow.
by
r j j stephan, i
c.Mercredi, March 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @444 PMPST
{ Complicated this rendering of #ThoughtOuttaNowhere with
more word salad fodder for Truth kindling, & listenin’ to @MichaelJackson #Xscape
version on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GZyp6adOog0?si=Lu_yTBxkZ3NlMqYI
} F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.
Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.
Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.
In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.
Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.
It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.
Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.
Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip @MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.
Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro @DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.
Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!
Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound? Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.
If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.
Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.
It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.
Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.
You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.
Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.
Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.
Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.
It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.
Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!
Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.
Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.
Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.
Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.
Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.
We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!
Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!
Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.
by r j j stephan, i c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST { Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
