#F-47 ARTISTIC LICENSE SUSPENDEED IN THIN AIR, FOREVER & TODAY! ROBERT ZIMMERMAN & THE TEMPTATIONS #SkunkworksMythology #ICantSeeItAtAll #F-47 FLIGHT 341 RHAPSODY IN BLUES

AS ABOVE, SO WHAT BELOW?

Don't blame me for the things I cannot control that happen to us all, go ahead

Blame me anyway for all of the effects of every cause under the sun, it's dead

Soul and spirit that did not survive the flatline of the EKG, it was over, all over

Nothing like a ghost floating into another dimension, to see happiness forever.

Being adult and avoiding the childhood fairy tales of our ancestry, just do it

If you have your senses & utilize logic & reason, conclusions will deduce I

One immortal one that you & only you are, can't be uncertain about a fit bit

A maneuver required it, it was the only option to succeed, a divine white lie.

Beer and wine, not to mention the spirits distilled by heated concoction high

Onto the gist of the whole shebang, where angels all fear to go, a God on nigh

Hits below and above your belts, knowing the feeling you've recalled yet again

Harm or first aid applied before y'all give up the ghost, it's academic mortal sin.

Fear of whatever Nothing is when it all comes down to Everything, in Time

Moment by infinite seconds measuring the forms and matter droppin' a dime

Upon our heads, within & without the skull, all in the bones, damaged tumors

Alive and well in the yin & yang present moving from future to past's doors.

Your words ring in my ears or maybe it's just the tinnitus or tell-tale heartbeat

You know, only you do and I know too, the Truth cannot keep you in a seat

Sat as long as allowed by the condition you've dropped into, hello & farewell

Golden Rule absorbed into the plethora, dream was a dream Eden's holy hell.

If and only if a conclusion is absolutely true, then the premises are true too

There are no alternatives to this undeniable truth about the nature of Reality

Why we're all breathing in the gas & exhaling the gas, for a short time, see

Or even if blinded by the light, your intellect unveils the Truth, it is Blues.

Afterlife is either somewhere or nowhere, only for the living on Earth's orb

No other planets of this Sun nor planets orbiting any star in the infinity blur

None of them have living, animate, aerobic & anaerobic mutations of Darwin

Life on Earth, as y'all know, as they say, that's a dream in a dream, a win-win.

Gone far away from the first place we all started from, ahead is behind a door

No lock, no latch to open it, shut tight to keep the hands off of the hot redwood

Yet, there it was and still is, a barrier keeping the chafe outside on the loop's rim

Fly away to grab a piece of a cosmic pizza, it's like a frisbee, returnin' to him.

Inner sanctum imploded then exploded, a holy and empty space between stars

Each of the ones compiled into the many with no gravitational collapse of cars

Instead of the far side there was the near-sighted way-too-far side, a boomerang

Of the mice & men who originated from bacteria & viruses, Singularity's fang.

Bygones won't be identical to get even with karma, you owe & can't payback

Rest in peace, rest assured you will not unless your slate is clean as hot crack

Monsters under beds or just in heads, reality is your own projection, a godson

It is done, crosstraffic uphill, lived & died in L.A., above & below my six gun.

Instilled through random recombinant RNA, here we are, thank God for biology

Helped the understanding of the weird & unexplainable behavior of evil humanity

Nothing personal, facts of life my father advised me, he's in heaven with Jesus' city

Afterlife itself, being a Top Secret place in Space to incarnate in a heavenly body.

Excuse my rhythm and rhyme, it's nothing personal, as I may have said, I reiterate

I began with blind faith, unbelievable schtick from all too human, a fake vertibrate

I'm sayin' what I mean; meanin' what I say, each Spaceman & Spacewoman knows

You're born conceived in a breed created from Nothingness, maybe protozoa holes.

In every case, if you read English & understand the Word being elucidated ala One

Then it's if and only if you have faith or 'jump' to an irrational, induced conclusion

Meaning you may be one of the only conscious entities on Earth who know Truth

As above it is, so below it is as well, mi amigo here in Space & now Time forsooth.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-4-MMXXVI Anno Domini  6:54 AMPST

{ Chopped off of the old block yesterday, finished this AM on 9/5 Samedhi, for the minions awaiting the WORD made FLESH to DWELL amongst US while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum album.  CHEERS~  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NO howdy doody DUMMY, I AIN'T THE ONE!

SPECIFICALLY SPECIES DNA MUTATES TIME DIMENSIONS IN THE PLETHORA'S SINGULARITY; HEY MAN, YOU GOT ANY BREAD OR AMBROSIA? SAVE YOUR BOX TOPS & ROT YOUR TEETH OUT TOO!

FEELING THE THOUGHTS, THINKING IN-TOUCH

In the dire straits' still of the night, I spied the end of my world, all my own

I left your world behind me, yes all of y'all, blisters on your fingers & thumb

Now with the faggots without the jet airplanes, life as a ghost is a hot i-phone

In communicado but usually not runnin' commando for modesty sake, chum.

Hick of the month  proceeds to party right there in front of the kings & queens

Interjections highlight the propositional logic, deducing the truth from white lies

They know what they know and nobody else knows what that might be, X-scenes

Figures agreed upon drawing of a line or groups of lines without order, by & byes.

In the beginning of the first light making you cry like a baby does, can't handle it

Disappointment overwealms the soul, makes your whole world crumble to scat

Maybe if you didn't jump in with your heart & soul, you might not fall in a hole

Next time keep your eyes wide open & never lose your bloody mind to a hip pole.

Hearing yourself when you speak yields not only the rattle & hum but also, you

In the hole it echoes until the sound is incomprehensible, then it vanishes in blue

Songs written & sung, repeat ad infinitum, until memorized by heart, nonchalant

It's either some chocolate or vanilla fudge to be tasted & swallowed heaven sent.

Nothing you nor I can do, nobody can do anything at all about it, it's what It did

Never before or repeating the same thing over & over, ad infinitum, end finished

Travel north to south, east to west & vice versa, subjected to nouns & predicates

Until you're dead & gone, it's how it all goes, you've nothing to do with the fates.

You surrogate mother programmed our existence's essence, you always knew, I see

It took seven decades to recollect the nature of this beast within, orphan of Mother

Earth brought me into the world & Ma took me out of it, just a wee lad, oh my Gee

Matter and the energy mix put our feet at the start & the finish, on way or another.

Annointed by the holy guys and gals who attribute life to the unseen, invisible

In Truth and blind Faith, attributes assigned to a ghosted chimera, wanderer too

Gone from star to star, makin' things from Nothing & leaving for the coastal hell

Blink 182 times or not, you'll fall asleep before too long, God will ring your bell.

Death comes too soon, Life came unexpected but it was addictive as crank & coke

Ways and means to spend the breathing in and out, masticating & swallowing swill

Fruits of the vines & nuts of the trees pulled you into the eat no life's animal kill

Who eats liver & thinks that it's a clean organ when it filters what nobody can toke.

Right of the left-hand is the whole shebang in a bucket, full pail to kick the can

Fools in the control of every action that needs the puppet strings in eyes of a fan

Command all actions through sound of magic spells, boys & girls have no choice

Laughing and aloof, not aware it's their fate comin' for retribution for being boys.

Eve's girls were the empty vessels hangin' on strings & the corners of heavy traffic

Adam's boys were less than zero on the number scale, a fraction of negative oness

Traffic stopped for the choo-choo train, guard rails were down, red lights blinkin'

Known destiny, feelin' & thinkin' for unknown fates of the livin', dyin' & smilin'.

by

R J J  STEPHAN, I

c.  September 3rd 2026 Anno Domini (Happy Birthday Mama Salvatrese Maria Alfano-Stephan nee 1923)

{ God intervened & caused amnesia in all Life on Earth, left blind faith as a present for the ones who know that, "Timing isn't One thing, Timing is Everything!" }

I MET HER IN CHURCH

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ONTO THE BAD NEW DAZE, CRIME NEVER PAYS RIP DOLLY PARTON ONTO CIELO MiDolly #DownSouthJukin #GoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynyrd

DON'T KICK THE BABY, KEEP IT IN MIND!

It's all about the baby, man!  First rule is to Never, ever kick the baby

Nobody allows a baby to be kicked, even if it's a stranger with a lady

There is nothing more upsetting than recalling your own face whacks

When the adults in the room believed they'd teach me a lesson, facts.

Pretending that knowledge is wisdom, mere deception inherited by Eve

Adam too would never see the Truth comin', Adam & Eve went to town

No looking back since they knew they were sentenced to mortality's own

Stepmothers & stepfathers stepped in when an intercourse yielded a peeve.

Courage and fear prove nothing once you resemble a corpus dillecti form

As the bitter ending of each of our animated existences, it's bait, a worm

It enters any hole big enough to allow it's force, then infiltrates it all too

Before you know it, you find the Truth was told, all y'all be singin' blue.

From the 1st moment we realize as a child,  miscreant adults are two-faced 

No matter in any form remains for long, facts of life steal all of our grace

Like it or not, baptize the whole world & the species will still opt extinct

Bright mind burnt out of the DNA back in 2030 A.D. future shock in synch.

Give me no regard once the world blows it's planetary flight, it'll be all over

Nobody knows it but they will come to know it once they see it, a hot lover

It's a requirement for the species' survival, zombies can't reproduce the IQs

Lucky to have had a chance to give my power back to a Sonny's hot squeeze.

Hold 'em in Texas or just let the spades, clubs & hearts fly off with diamonds

Fire burns until all fuel runs out, that's the magic & you know when it's gone kids

A larger than life hole in the middle of your soul, call it broken, holy heated show

Brought a knife to a gunfight again, but I still won, once again, I used a low blow.

Beer and Black Jack whiskey replaced the rye, gin & vodka, no mistake, I left

Not physically but in my mind, detached from my historical recorded memory

I knew that life, existence from conception to death meant less than funny jokes

I need some desire, I desire what I need but I'm nearly already gone, it's all folks.

Follow the angels up, up and away even if you don't want to, you have to, me too

It's finished just like it was before you knew the difference between good & evil

Joy gets us over graceless disappointments, the End is a falling star over the hill

Hope you get the whole picture soon, now would be perfect, a shaded royal blue.

Performance of your engine is critical to nothing more than the last gasp of gas, so

Do what ever you do as well as you can & have nothing left in the tank I can't tow

If you don't use it all, you'll lose it all, it's the fact of life nobody denies, just blow

Lips together & bring the air from your lungs up & pump it through a teeny hole.

Brooms and mops left to clean up the mess of leftover parties, it's a hit supernova

Imploding into the Singularity before or after midnight, I slip into the hit plethora

Spheres and cubes of six sides bring the DNA & RNA into the gold rush of coloma

Peering the impossible both within & without you, Nothing is the star of the show.

Living in the spinning top that doesn't give up the ghost, keeps the spark in tight

You find what I've found if you duplicare the rotation, all ghosts will take flight

Design the rules, there's a beginning & end to the game, fair game even for cheats

Knowing every fact known and everything unknown creates God's divine meats.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1533 hours

{ I was still tucked in THE Womb on this day in 1951 A.D., in 2 days I'd be born, a nativity I don't recall, a royal flush IMHO, my mama does!  TY MAMA! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P.  DOLLY PARTON XOXO

#TheGoodOl'Days #BigSmo #UpInSmokeLowRider #CheechUndChong #Stones #Eagles #SmashMouth

WE ONLY GET WHAT WE GAVE 

TO THE GRAVE

In the beginning of Even Stephan, as it will always be in the future of the whirl

My significant other keeps the method of my madness at one, avoiding the swirl

Nothing stopping the full throttle acceleration of the diesel-powered A-Train trek

It's a world at present that honors the dirt & gold left after the Big Bang of a dick.

Absentee fathers have never been the accepted species' enhancer, they come n' go

From one end of the spectrum to another, all absentee padres had battleaxe madres

Not their personal fault, it's just the way balls bounced, to coin an unholy phrase

Talkin' about the Freedom & Revolution in this Time of consciousness' low blow.

Much ado about everything the sun shines upon, outside of the caves in the hills

You'll be happy or sad to know, philosophy of existence in a holy nutshell of shills

Beating congos and drums to the rhythm of the bass & guitars, marracas, my son

But also & not only this & that yet nevermore to be or not to be, a good question.

Drunk on feeling alive, to avoid the dead rhythm of the skin & bones is copacetic

As I am, so y'all are in conception's shock to a phantom cosmic, "The End" kick

You deserve nothing since you've made no deal with anyone but your kid inside

Your parents whether they knew it or not, were obligated & responsible but died.

Playing the game from the biginning to the end is the whole cosmic egg yolk

 Babies to the elders who've seen it all but forgot half of it all, like the kinfolk

All of the friends & enemies who knew you & forgot everything about you too

Love or just a passing feeling of sharing oneness trying to come alive to a fool.

Hung it all out to dry so the painting's colors blended together in the hut of bliss

Hundreds of shades of light & dark, to inhale & ingest with the rhythm & beats

Reprieve nothing close to an original advantage of being omnipotent, front seats

At a moving picture show, the play on the stage of a mind-game of that and this.

Fruits were the original sin, just sweet apples in the desert of creative demigods

To be or not to see, hear, smell, taste or touch the atomic storm of DNA hotrods

Talking inherited bull scat in unintelligible, symbolic reference to 5 senses' scat

Wise men took care of the ignorant with thinking that Life was too short & fat.

Playing the music, melodies and beats to face it head on, never on the backstroke

Never behind an eight-ball or left feeling poor, being unchosen, left behind a bloke

Whispering as if anyone knows what your hot air is blowin' but you can't stop it all

Dream is over before you'll even know that 'it' was all a figment of a Void's balls.

Calling you & yours out to the front of the altar of this sacrifice of scars & tattoos

What I mean by what I say is clear, you've been HAD, I was HAD, off the booze

Clear & presently never in danger again with my eyes wide-open to see behind me

Where I came from & where I'm goin' for me to know, you'll maybe find out free.

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Vendredi, August XIVth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @@ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell to expose the prime mover while jammin' to @Santana LIVE #Supernatural concert  https://youtu.be/UffLNP-s2xQ?si=5jHEIcmWaXlF79WO }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HB431WSN

"MY TOMES OF WORD," LINK above or below "what it is"

#CRITICALmass @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder @VanMorrison #ThePhilosophersStone #ThingsHaveChanged @BobbyDylan @EricClapton #Springsteen #TheNewRadicals @KidRock #COWBOY #SmellinBBQpigAMileAway #BBQ

AT ONE,

 MY BROTHER  AL

ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN  R.I.P.

C O W B O Y  R E A L  M C C O Y  @KidRock

83 Million Views  "NothingDoneNiceAndEasy"  @TinaTurner

ZERO MINUS ZERO 

IS THE POINT

If and only if you know what you know, then & only then you'll know you know

Even it up at the final ending, the finale shows up regardless of the monkey-will

Only the 1st in the series of the whole set survives the final reckoning, only you

I saw that girl walkin' by after she got out of her motorcar, the @MGB was blue.

I knew what I knew, that was little or nothing, then I fell asleep for 45 years, gone

Sitting back for the recollection of the Time in Space, I forgot all of the good times

Glory Days for real, as they'll always be, but they always pass you by, it was all fun

Raining or sunny days all counted, we were gone, we came back for the party, hon!

Grandmas wouldn't know me, grandpas would disown me, they couldn't fathom it

One of their own off shoots from the DNA collaboration between Heaven & Earth

Love was one of the ways on the forked path, the other inconsolable, daddy's hate

One shot or 41 shots, nothing kills the living more than once in a bloody river fate.

God, divine intervention with the blood all out of the thing itself, no comeback chit

Skin full of the air and watered bones' meat, muscles & sinews, a banana to split

I forgot about it since that was your mantra, "Just forget about it!" then I got shot

Right through a worried man's heart, one to the head finalize a ride in a mud plot.

I believe what I don't know for certain, we're all gonna die, for food or ash in Urn

You know it, I know it, all of the dead knew it before the final curtain felt the burn

Mamas & papas gone back to Chicago & Cleveland, downtown turned dim-witted

Still, your cousins and distant relatives from the other 6 continents, undersea dead.

Bums & Junkies get the breaks because they know more than geniuses who mock

You're higher than most 24/7 since it's beyond your control, it's The Way you cope

If you don't want the last huff & puff comin' from your declined mental, THC dope

Filled in the blanks in your mind & body, psycho-gumbo to Louisiana's noose rope.

Under the yellow submarine that can't be fathomed, sightless & dancin' in the dark

Crips' blood & Bloods' crapshoot, for the cash & immunity from being you, a lark

Pills swallowed, serums injected from the Void-Matrix, keep you as honest as me

I rock & roll even when locked up & I'm dreamin' that Life is gonna go to the sea.

Knowledge and Wisdom taught to the minions, disregarded by the Evil left in Sin

Bygones will be & always were the forgotten rhythm & blues that we cheated In

Out is the only way to go away from breathing in & out, ingested home of the free

Out of control in that caravan you've immersed within, I blame gods, they're Me.

Holy beyond Mama Earth's deterioration, Galactic Pizza moves mouth to anal, sis

Putting a foot in front of the other, pole to pole & around the dirty circumference

Down to the center's mud, blood & beer, we edge toward Vallhalla's worldly bizz

Cocaine and the addiction you get, let's y'all bleed out with or without the dunce.

Brought a knife to a gunfight, all of my 12 moves, complete the matrix' so hard

Nothing will melt the carbonite, nobody knows what the Truth is, left One bard

To be or not to be, a question with the answer to come, when least expected, son

Believe blindly, you won't ever get it all back, Life from egg to corpse, good fun.

Imagine the launch away from Earth in a ship full of the gas to move or to blow

Escaping the gravitational collapse of this star, called Sun, for honey and Sonny

Fate already done gone, it's history of the hysteria, a divine squirt of seminal Ego

Weird or a copasetic event will begin, climax of the organ into a Cosmic Soupy.

Beasts of Burden carry the loads for the weak and lazy, it's the mortally sinning

Meaning that mortal is a sack of 208 bones, some lived & died, some never sang

Aborted by God or a female human, it's a happening of Magic tricks in a tophat

Pretty or ugly, it's a matter of taste with no shoes on our feet, we'll get misery-fat.

Bad smoke comin' in and out of your face, it's higher than the lowlights, neon too

Gaslighting your mother & father, brothers & sisters, walked for miles being blue

Can't share the Truth with any other souls, it's part of the deal, an Art gone rogue

Yound or old, lust comes in every form from liquid, to solid, to gas in a hot fugue.

Hum & feel the beats gone to the center of Earth, nothing else matters if it ever did

Need and want what is there, reality with eyes-wide-open is your karma's evil skid

Got down and went up higher than I was when my tattoos appeared in red & blue

I nearly believed all of the grotesque hype behind the liar's screed, now, I'm fly too.

It all grew out of the one-celled amoeba & paramecia which preserved a Big Bang

Inside of the impervious atmospheric pressure the ignition began, I drank the Tang

Forever and then another day of the grind, wobbling & revolving as a six-gun cock

Triggered before it's time, extinction was programmed into the RNA blues' block.

Fry the living and eat the hot, smokin' things themselves, gas for the ebb & flow

Wild things and tame, corraled monsters who just kill Life, to eat it with a wife

Shindigs or private parties get the most from the Illiyad & the Oddessy road kill

I wrote it, you read it, believe the deceit, this ain't an angel's dream, it's my will.

Not too blind to see it all in a New York minute, faster than the furiosity of God

Outran records of Time & Space, sucking and blowing the oxygen's original sin

It's the bite that hurts before the burden sets in, never notice you died in heaven

Needed it and wanted it but never got it, hence, death succumbs bread unleaven.

Mine is dark but full of the diamonds and dust, all there is in the Void's vacuum

Floyd may have been pink but the rockin' fire sucked up all the hot flames, son

Lookin' in the reflection of surface water, had an idea to mirror the fiberglasses

On the hunt, hungry and thirsty from dawn to dusk, dreaming I miss the passes.

Party line used & abused for no rational reason, no conclusion deduced in dust

Cosmic from the star called Sun, in empty Space, astronauts verified, it's unjust

Baked and eliminated with the verve of a hungry monster that haunts The Ends

Every one of the top cans of brains, goes dusty in the hoodoo of Homo Sapiens.

I know what you know & of course, you know nothing as I do, it's all academic

Whether you're 74 or 75 years older than the 1st day you saw this holy scat static

It's this way and the only way it can be, belief blind without proof, We Are One

Many move the world, more than the Many, One is the essence of substance, son.

Have I said too much?  Have you been edified for a moment, or will you die also?

Comprehended, yes?  Say no more, nothing else left over in the E=mC2 cold brew

My swing-shift is over, I heard the whistle blow, it's time for the graveyard crew

Words from A to Z manipulate the rolling stones to fall down to Hades' hell, bro.

Moody and all alone at the drive-in movie, sitting and watching the popcorn fall

Down the side of the seat, in back of the stick shift, 4 on the floor with a Hearst

Slick roads got me killed, my sled slid off of a dead man's curve, I was a fireball

Bottom of the valley, our night moves, lipstick on a pig, make-up on a corpse test.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TaylorSwift @DYLAN THE BOBBY     @SEEGER      @SPRINGSTEEN 

Amazon.com: richard joseph stephan signal ghosted chimera

#MyChit SIGNAL / DREAM GHOSTED / CHIMERA TRILOGY 3 FORMS & 1 SUBSTANCE IN THREES #ItIsDoneOver #WhenToHoldEmWhenToFoldEm #NoExceptions #NoRules @USAF @F47

LINK TO:  MY TRILOGY GHOSTED CHIMERA "SIGNAL

SIGNAL BODY, MIND, SOUL,

 A RICO TRILOGY

WOE BETIDE Y'ALL BEFORE PASSING-OUT

 PASSES TO THE BEAUTIFUL

It is what it is in totality’s plethora, subject-predicate objects both present futures to realize

Of course, you’ll want to be present under the silvery moon or pitch-black skies, in disguise
I can say no to anything at all, even what I ought to be affirmative about, the cat that smells
Far out on a limb with my best friend, Jelly Roll who died one day without notice, dead lead.

Turned it all into gold, just a planetary effulgence of what’s left over from the Big Bang’s ID
Jaws dropped, now or later, it never matters a bit, I’m not gonna lie, I ne’er lie y’all can see
Of course, you have no idea that your life is but a dream while you row the boat so gently on
Downstream following the current down to the sea, for the love of might, y’all wake up, son.

Pricking the unholy ne’er-do-wells, provided by welfare for loose mothers and daughters
You know and I know that liars will disagree only ‘cause they’ve no choice but to defend chit
If you comprehend aches & pains of waking life, aware that no pain means y’all are mothers
RIP then but not a moment before on hard roads up the middle, daddio, nearly all brothers.

Rumors and the propaganda that emerge from the sewers & hall odor of colleges of stank
By the way, bye the by or by the buy, in any case the philosopher’s stone has precedence
You don’t know what nobody else knows, join the club, it’s everybody not dead yet, it’s us
Conditionally, that you’re waiting for the End of Life to come, no pain or gain, no free rents.

Fools and their parents who conceived them from literal scratch, all will meet here or below
Up above the mountaintops, only 8 miles high above the fertile ground of being in the flow
There’s some “thing” to know about, it’s not a secret, but it’s ignored, yet it’s embedded on
My tattoos and scars all over from It, head to toe, bruised, stitched, healed like a freshman.

I got the jolly roger and the knives all sharp as the day they dropped from the blacksmith
No question of the poke, slice, cut and chop features of the thing as it was meant to be
Just like everything else in the cosmic reality we’ve all agreed upon as normal, it’s all dead
Don’t shoot the messenger because the keyboard is too hot to handle, get over it, he said.

If you can stay locked into the proximity of the perimeter, you’ll be focused here, now
Nothing is more important than knowing it all before your death, accept wisdom, blow
All in your head or a plethora outside your mental perception, either way it’s A Thing
Naming it with a sound everyone agrees upon as a reference to the identical O-ring.

My father is now in heaven with my mother; have injected the venom into my origin egg
No responsibility or obligation for the intentional conception, anticlimactic Irish Jig
On the plane, below or above it all, in every case, it ain’t there when you’re gone away
Don’t take my word for it, you’ll see & when you do, don’t worry about it at all that day.

There are unfortunate consequences for living without arranging your own after death
Like afterbirth, it must be consumed by the host & shared to the ether of the minions
I can’t joke, I kid you not, as an old amigo used to retort to an unbelievable kit of scat
You know fear, your parents abandoned you after the teens, crashed into it, God spat.

Fault and obligation are a display of Life on Earth, an accident of a god being bored
Gravity and centrifugal force due to a counter-revolutionary orbit about a white glow
That’s ALL folks and no offense to the clergy and ministers of the blind faith of a Lord
Of rings or of a cluster of minions, a Lord of something or other, all above and below.

Come on and reach out to touch me, just like every other human being, it’s skin & bone
Nothing more or less than a container for the heart pumping the blood, it’s in a rune
From papa’s liturgy onto a finish line, nothing’s more important than wisdom, ain’t so bad
Before Earth was created from a Big Bang, there was this here & that there, thanks, dad!

When I disrespected this world, my father overruled, respect for all there is, God’s concept
Deep spirit understanding of what the Unknown is & deeper than human language, accept
What #Disclosure means exactly, are the ones who came before us returning to the roost
If not, what the hell is up with the imagination, making fiction your mother drillin’ truth.

In gold we trust, the dead, wise-guys from all continents left a legacy of soul power trees
Written on the cave-walls both above and below the ocean water, axis shifts 15 degrees
Survivors of the natural holocausts & overall neglect of the civilized folk, we caused it, a lot
Elected or not, whether POTUS or dictator-czar of, by and for the people, it’s all we all got.

Coming in loud and clear at the ending, the finale when the curtains begin to close tight
Ready though for a final bow and an encore of unexpected joy to the world, ad infinitum
Happiness walking down the street, all it takes is the intent and ability to fend off scum
You know scum will come, like it or not, souls roam for mischief & envy, I say “I’ll fight!”

If I can recall a few of the gems & tidbits of wisdom from my father, I shall share ‘em all
“Did you do your homework, Richie?” “Yeah, pop, I got a final tomorrow.” “Good boy!”
Smacked me NEVER; he was the best man on Earth I’ve ever met, there were many yet
He was indeed The Best Man, paid my way in gold & silver to get here & now, all on a bet.

Winning is everything, it’s all there is because losing isn’t an option for the survivor of It
Heavens’ dogs and planets’ gods, ruptured the fabric of Time’s Past, morphed to hear it
Songs with melodies and beats to hear in our heads as if we’re hooked up to orchestras
Allowing happiness to elevate to a climax without intent, an orgasm without an egg fuss.

You know, and I know that all she really wants to do is dance, like she does, with a backbeat
She knows the way of the shake, rattle & roll, just dance like there ain’t no tomorrow, yeah
There might not be a tomorrow, you gotta get down when you’ve got the groove on afoot
Phineas Bluster was his name, all you need to know is he’s a dummy, nothing like @Groot.

In general, and in particular, this isn’t the 1st time I got to Earth & forgot life was accidental
Keep your eyes peeled, so to speak; if you’re mute & deaf, use the blinded eyes in your head
God linked you to the matrix, like it or not, you have no free will in that respect, that’s Killer
Meaning the very best that could have happened, advantage & opportunity yields the filler.

What I am or what? You just need a bottle of wine & flush cash for some thrills, it’s so funny
Bringing home the Butternut bread as it’s always been since day 1 as I broke out the bunny
Playboy or priest, nobody could tell from all faces that changed with haircuts, until the zoos
Never stop growing like fingernails on a corpse, coffin, woke after a while, Howard Hughes.

Pray that there’s no God, no gods who left this created lump of mud to the dogs, we’re them
No need to look at your reflection, you are who you feel like you are, grab the old mojo too
Up for grabs, telling stories that may or not be true, nobody calls the bluffs, it’s alright now
Video in your recollection, fell in love & fell out when it died, torpedo is stuck in the aft bow.

by
r j j stephan i
c. Dimanche, July 5th MMXXVI Anno Domini 111 PMPT

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