Sight Fight Right Light Red Light Green Light #STOP

CONCEIVED IMMORTALLY ALIVE, CHESHIRE CAT ALA CORPSE

Hotter than witches’ mammary glands searching for the warlock lips of demons

To be the honey for the hive, drunk on the spells that conjure love of the godsons

Himalayas to the Alps to the Sierra Nevada’s’ & Rockies, Appalachian ghetto runs

For one is for all of us, you, him, her, all of them, me too, I’ve run low on the puns.

Not only this but also that there’s nobody who cares about Life & the bitter ends

Your love makes no difference, even if you’ve never loved or been loved, it depends

On being ignorant, innocence a gift from the gods, you wouldn’t believe Truth chit

Astronauts and cosmonauts know the thing itself is Space between blow bits of It.

Hear the sounds of drums, horns, strummed strings, vibes of xylophones & vocals

To be or not to be for now or never, no need to search any further, so this all falls

Last gasp of wind, one more pump of Dracula cuteness, it’s all over, caput on y’all

Wishing it wasn’t so won’t help in four wishes, nobody is free, thanks to the bawl.

We kicked it, we threw it and hit it, we caught it and clubbed it from hole to hole

Game over when it’s over, give up or beat up, it’s a matter of time at the north pole

When it spins, a whirlwind takes the breath away with the borealis plasma whirls

Hot burn to frozen stiff, expansion for the gravitational collapse of spit Geri curls.

Symbolic for you and annihilated for dead who used to live here & now, dillecti It

Not more nor less than this, just to hide the truth may succeed at evolution’s skit

Playing for money or for fun, either way, somebody’s gonna win & another will lose

Chance taken for the luck of the draw, it’s a 50/50 chance to win or lose, it’s a ruse.

Taking your pocket change and billfold cache, it’s what the House is for, it’s the Take

For you not know this is to allow you to donate your own gold to the invisible make

Pop or mom allowed their orphan descendants to run the Showtime for all of y’all

Dream about the ending and the beginning, a hunger for Reality to see, on the ball.

Silence in the vacuum, cosmic dust is in the revolving, wet rock with narrow ways

Back to the stabbing with knives, forks and silver spoons, just like good old days

When women were men and vice versa, on the way to extinction for you & me, son

We can’t get away with the murder performed by princes & paupers, from day one.

Marked the place in Space for power beings who can’t see, hear, feel, taste or smell

Aliens from somewhere not of this planet’s substance, Time or a Space in a hot Hell

Mercy for the Faith, Hope & Charity for the poor & unfortunate progeny of peasants

Hardly any royal families in the overall numbers, more or less than several pedants.

Pretended to be dead, the hoax completed in an historic saga, blind faith in jokers

Claiming to be sons of gods, daughters of men, conjugal visits of First Cause posers

Nothing can be better than fearing nothing in or out of sight, bravery on the sides

Hard to be safe and healthy where the aim is to deeply bury you with free joy rides.

No resistance when you’re too high, too wasted or too naïve & predators smell Red

With the arts of the Martial, the Way is narrow & it’s all about the being that’s dead

One you never want to be, dead being the last rights of the accidents of birth to Ma

So far, so good, you haven’t begun to fight for the right, you’re a mortal god, my Pa!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, April XIII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted in Silence, listenin’ to & gonna watch #TheHeretic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HH72WFhwVXc?si=0N3nvt1XACyS9jcQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Diss This At Your Perilessness

WHO’S LOOKING IN STAINED GLASS?

A LOOKER LIKES IT

When you can get past the starting point and just get out of jail free every time you pass go

Eventually y’all will take a little trip to see what it’s all about, with or without me to & fro

I get the picture like it’s a portrait being painted on a blank canvas; it’s a solo I’m singin’

Thinking that we’ve been friends when we never were even close, just two ships passing.

A hymn to the republic of our forefathers, ancestors of the political and economic scrum

High or low profits in every case, a balance of yin & yang on the head of a bent straight bum

Darkness to be slipped into when the final gasp of air exhausts it’s welcome, cough up gout

Marks on the bull’s eyes, below the crown of thorns, above and below your mother’s snout.

Driving the poor lady out of her mind, six children to a catholic couple, opposites attracted

In the yin and the yang, the circle swirled into complete nirvana as if there, God is all dead

Creating heaven in systematic solar system galaxies with illusion of History, spinnin’ record

45 or 33 1/3 or maybe a 78 RPM record disc, pre-mag tape & Compact Discs I can’t afford.

Fabulous that you see nothing clearly because nothing is the absence of the thing itself

No shape or form or content, an empty ghost essence put way down on the back shelf

Wars and the Peace between them are all Man’s doing, wanting to dominate all too weak

Because you can, because I did, we’ve come many times to no avail, conceive the bleak.

Sooner or later it will pass into the past and become the present for a moment of futures

Hipsters without the punchlines of the bad jokes, still got gleeful chuckles for the vultures

Art for Art’s sake, a vestige of the good, the bad & the oh so ugly, it’s the tidal wave I’m all in

As above, so below, you know it, I know it, y’all know it, Material, Matter & Manhattan flyin’.

Song sung without knowing the lyrics, just lip-synching for the jibber-jabber fun of it all too

There never would have been an end to the beginning if it had never Big Banged out to fool

You, me & everyone who has ever pondered the nature of Being and Nothingness, as I am

So you are & everybody will always be, enigmatic stardust & a hopeless dream, God Am!

Season of Four expressions of Earth’s distance from the sunk & it’s angle of a dangle orbit

Summer, Fall, Winter & Spring ad infinitum, sun’s heat direct or a near miss, this is all of it

Time the spin rotation & orbital duration, 365 times give or take a leap year, a immortal sin

You can do this, you all have no choice, just hold your breath and jump back to attention.

Perhaps you know & maybe, just maybe you’re oblivious to your own mortality window

So, like it or not, this is all there is from what I can glean from an historical record flow

Fog clears up and everything can be seen in its virgin splendor, post Big Bang ego bone

High or low, it’s all going to go up in smoke, blue or black & then it’ll dissipate, be alone.

I wonder why happiness is fleeting. It either is impossible or it’s hard to get like a girl

One you’ve got the passion for whether it’s mutual feeling or not, that’s not germane

It is what it is & that’s the way it’s always going to be, like it or not, facts are the facts

Filling the tank full of high-octane fuel will save time and money, infinite power FAX.

Bring you’re a-game because you’re going to get smashed into oblivion like a speck

Of dust we came from & will return to, that’s speculative theory, no proof of a Shrek

Harmony and happiness have a share for all, it’s up to the One who powers it all too

In your head, in your bones, Truth resides, it came & it’s gonna leave, I am code blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 4-12-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Freaked out & wrote this listenin’ to @WARtheBand, #TheWorldIsAGhetto LIVE IN JAPAN on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u3-qI70R8m8?si=fly09BvpvHeYVFFR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

GOD'S DEAD, DOGE RULES