Something Traded For Nothing Everytime #TheresLifeBeforeThatRedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne

DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY

Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too 
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two 
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears 
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please? 
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies 
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did 
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.

Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it 
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script 
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride 
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.

In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void 
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid 
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie 
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.

Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face 
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans 
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations 
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.

Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad 
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace 
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie 
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high.

Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in 
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin 
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical 
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.

On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony 
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals with the pucks and footballs in the end zone of easy money 
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.

Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so 
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow 
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on 
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.

As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me 
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival 
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of 
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.

Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation 
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin 
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws 
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues. 

Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all 
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity 
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.

 

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, June 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }
F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

TICKY TACKY TACOS #RidingDirtyDownASlipperySlope #JustTrippin' & #Blink182 #WARtheBAND #OJTrippinPigskins

  

TIMING (76 trombones) ON HALF-COCKED, RHYTHM & RHYME

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Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs

At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs
A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air
Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.

Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks
So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks
Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin
Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.

Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies
Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s
Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke
Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.

Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream
Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream
Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships
No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.

Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale
Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale
Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words
Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.

Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing
Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping
No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men
Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.

Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life
All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife
Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori
Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.

Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin
So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin
Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth
In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.

Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix
You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip
Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip
Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.

One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it
The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit
Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done
Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April 10^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST

{ High or low consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong @TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Emphasized #Microscopic #Subatomic #Entropy #DiscussDisgustDisengenuous #TartsShortShorts

ON BEING AN ENIGMATIC ALOGRHYTHM

When the ends and the means become indistinguishable from one another’s
Life or Death, it’s not only each and every one of us, in every proto galaxy’s
Dark matter, Matter & Radiation, for the love of God, the gods left over the ice
Perfection is everything that exists in this one universe, a theoretical guess.

It’s a rhetorical thirteen billion years to me & you, Big Bang exploded so fine
Void of the spectral lines seen only in the mind of humanity’s spectroscopy
Matter is both light and dark, nothing to do with anything practical, all divine
Fortunate to be blinded by the astral light, the wisdom of the gods is sloppy.

Antimatter’s brightness of the imagery from mankind’s inventions invent Us
We are the dark matter and we cannot see ourselves, we’re there in the fuss
Of men and women who frack the Earth for gas release, release the star dust
Find the First Star, James Webb cares nothing about fear & loathing, we must.

Exoplanetary bio-signatures signing on the anti-dotted lines, freeze a God’s bone
Nothing is alive or dead, it’s the essence of zero, the quality of the Void, all alone
Dots, circles, spheres of a 1st, 2nd & 3rd dimensional lead to the 4th on the 5th shot
Corpus dillecti on the way to the end state of our ego/spirit sport of being a robot.

Trained to defend the heart and soul within the 208 bones, still a mortal gonna die
Desire and need don’t matter to Matter, light & dark, in or out of deep space, I fly
Sight unseen you can understand, but the nature of the savage beast, a mystery
Created from nothing, unknown original on balance of the tiny photons’ delivery.

Gods’ timing is everything, immersion in the atoms for the gravitational collapse
Still a modicum of truth inside of my heart during the loss of conscious thoughts
Hurt and healed by the melting black hole all around me, more or less, I blow taps
For you and for me, stars line up at the ending, the finale ain’t ever too late chaps!

Entirely unfinished so you could get the last word in, even if you’re a minute late
Yet, you’ve got the empty floor, I’ll wait for you to fold the pages into the holy fate
What you had, what you got and what you’ll put in to take, a gasp of silver & gold
I know what can’t be shared, yo, it’s without words & phrases, hey I’m so very old.

Cadillac or Ford can’t let it go to Mrs. Chevrolet, can’t see the USA without it
Fear and loathing in my grave before I GET THERE, I’ll let you know when I fit
In a box top enclosed without a prize inside, why you keepin’ me here all day?
I don’t know the Milky Way or the Three Musketeers who ate all my teeth away.

Jesus, Krishna & Buddha got something for Mr. Nietzsche as a token of signals
Not gold or silver, nothing of the elemental magic, only in grandfathers’ portals
Emptied, blown away cosmic lather ‘tween the Never-Never-Land again, friends
Began innocent, ended enlightened, as it was it’ll always be, up ‘too fast’ bends.

Party is over, you got your walker & I got my cane to walk away from the graves
Yards in schools or Scotland are just fine, but underground ones, I ain’t the One
To stop breathing, decay into dusty formaldehyde flakes, a philosophy of slaves
Peer deeply, sound-sight peeking through your consciousness, Life is “so fun.”

Why fear Death’s stank? You die, you’re dead, that’s all, caput, God is dead too
How deep dives into the blind faith yields the #Finale for us & food for the crew
Babies to adults, choices of a free will can keep you alive or end your holy tons
Straight or crooked, points lead to lines, angles & forms of 3rd & 4th dimensions.

Events are the causes and effects of being, here & now, then and there, forever
Timing is everything, happening now for a reason or delayed for the same, dear
Beer for my horses, Blackjack whiskey & Two Finger Tequilla for me, I am high
As it is above & so it is below, I’m OK with seeds & refuse, The Truth is The Lie.

Political Science you dream in a nightmare that won’t end the pain & suffering
Of the nerves of the antibody & thoughts in the mind that is invisible, a Nothing
It doesn’t live without a DNA merger, expand or implode in the In & Out car line
Code in a large or small scale, yields identical results, Black Hole, Single, fine!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 911 AM, March XVth MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ #PandemicExcusesIdiotsMoronsChumps … drafted while listenin’ to #ThankYouForBeingAFriend by @AndrewGold (RIP) LINK @ https://youtu.be/fS7DDUEyzU8 }