What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

OLD NEWS IS GOOD NEWS #OBLIVION }@TomCruz{ #WhosInCharge? #ShakespeareWasFrancisBacon #PoliticalScientology

 

IDIOTS' INFECTION ILLITERACY

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Get off of your arse 1-22

Herd is in lockstep & goosesteppin’ on the steppingstones of the ancestors’ cool ilk
Ones who left their marks upon shifting sands of Time, now long vanished toast & milk
Blinded by your parents, large sisters & big brothers, no free choice involved, true force
Marked words of the bums and junkies will allow your memory to jog in Space & Time.

On any street, every middle path on every road from senselessness to nonsense & back
There is a wake-up call for you in the back of the room, you’ve slept up against the walls
Penetrate the veil you can’t see or hear through, eyes wide open since an aroma scent
Wafted in and out of your head, between your ears & signaled to your loins, your balls.

I didn’t create things themselves, just commenting on the nature of the thing itself sings
Beast or sons & daughters of the atoms before they recombined into the too human genes
Coming and going you & I have no reason to believe for certain that your mama ain’t real
World-wide from coast to coast of every territory on all seven continents, we a Void’s meal.

Comforting in the comforter undercover, it is an occult secret nobody recalls, it is written
Invisible ink used by the writer(s) wasn’t originally invisible, annihilation rockin’ mortal sin
As if an Earth existed before you were conceived, or that it will disappear when y’all die too
Nobody or hardly anybody, well maybe just a many as there has always been, livin’ in a zoo.

Miracle of the effect which is the disappearance of your soul’s attention to picayune apes
Diversity, Equity & Inclusion is what you’re NOT, That’s Life, it’s what whine is, cool grapes
String theories debunked in the mind but never out in the Twilight Zone, they remain alive
Until the Big Bang reverts to the Big Hush of the final subatomic lick, this is the Deep Dive.

Killing the living is all you can do if you’re alive, if you don’t eat you will die for sure
Animals, plants, viruses & bacteria buried in exoplanet animated dust & I’m on tour
Become a bum’s trash on the corner or in the gangways until the bums flip the bird
Taking no credit for the smoldering cigarette nor deliberate pyromanias of the herd.

Many dead men left their opinion about Reality as it appeared in their Time on Earth
They may have been poisoned, drugged or their recessive DNA match is in afterbirth
No small feat but it’s what’s been done in some cultures & not in others, ½ life lucky
If fortune isn’t in your star horoscope, pay a 208-bone bribe for a skeleton’s task key.

There’s only so much time any of us are allowed by an accident or intent of someone
Meaning when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, it’s done son
Terrified of the lack of consciousness before you die means you’re wasting overtime
At the foot of a high mountain or on the beach of a vast Antarctic span of H2O slime.

Loaded & locked arms of fire and lead, projectile exchange from US to THEM, know it
If you don’t know by now at this late stage of the game, then I say, it’ll be a checkmate
Nothing you’ll be able to do other than move out of checks of knights, rooks & a queen
Fix your gaze on identical targets, demand what is in supply, pay the price to be mean.

Starving immigrants from their squandered homes want what you’ve got, takin’ it all
Give it up voluntarily or it will be taken by force, where’s Zorro when you need him now
Time to extinguish the foul among the genome, motherless, fatherless God’s son, fall
Whistling free will, to be or not, what you do not possess, your lips together, just blow.

Creeping underneath your face, your skull attempts language & body regulation, all et al
Fizz of the chemicals in hydrogen and oxygen, waiting for us all to drink hot Kool-Ade, pal
On your own or interdependent on the nature of the planet’s beasts, top of the food chain
If you don’t follow the string of data, the premises will still lead to a valid conclusion pain.

You just will be one of the ones who will never know, knowledge is impossible in a vacuum
You’re in one, I’m in one, it’s the same one we’re all in, born to be wild, die in a dragon puff
King of heaven when there’s a queen means that the king is the queen’s highness worship
Forget nothing, remember it all birth to the last gasp of gas, incarnate into Nirvana, R.I.P.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Drafted without fear of failure or success, while listenin’ to @WARtheBand #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8TkpolQKie8 } 

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

GO FLY A KITE FLYGUY

GLORY DAYS, HIGH GLAZE-DAZE

Pulling a rabbit out of my top hat isn’t the absolute first time I’ve tricked the fools
Wants and urgent needs have no necessity in the fusion & fission of the holy tools
Bloody liquid turns into a scab once it leaks into the open air & bleeds it out hot
Leaving the organs and bones cold as ice and in decrepit mode, God’s best shot.

Pears and pomegranates in the baked pies coolin’ down on the windowsill & I’m all
Meaning I don’t have anything to say because I’m rhetorically insufficient to play ball
Up the Hudson or down the Mississippi, I’m in the mode to signify the Dozens’ corners
In the end, exit door swings open to let me into a sacred hole that nobody else enters.

Fuel burnt to move the animation from frame to frame, present to past, creepy lapses
Reality of curve and speed balls getting’ tagged with deep wood to the bleacher’s pass
Far left or far left, even deep center, feat to complete the four banger was a cake walk
Caught Babe, Roger, Mickey & Casey at bat that last inning, in bottom of the ninth talk.

In the end, it was just like the first time, the wood sinks the unseen fastball, no label
Sailing so far, I couldn’t track it’s distance and landing, I just knew it was out the park
There will be no others, this one was all in my mind in the first place, had no A-power
Explains no scouts at my little league all star game, just a bunch of moms down lower.

Miracles happen only if there’s no cause to initiate the follow up effect, spontaneous C
It moves it all from the alpha to the omega, outside the cosmic hole, a God can’t see
Could have if I would have but I didn’t and I knew I wouldn’t follow the ten commands
I lied right off of the bat, the other nine would fall like all dominos & hourglass sands.

Queens birthed the princes and the paupers; they lived up the block with their warden
Split ends on both sides stretching infinity into a delicious, loosen nuts from all bolts
Dreaming about escaping from prison you’ve been locked up in, your neighborhood sin
Horses pulling the stagecoach up from Virginia into a New York state of mind Autumn.

Blind belief and a baseless hope for all too human beings of compassionate Charity
You’ve met them, you’re related to them and befriended some of them, in perpetuity
Feckless without a limit, without remorse that nobody has any recourse, romance sin
Having sugar babies who grow into men and women who fought the law & stars of tin.

Malfunctions of our calculus is abstract, we are notions in the garden nobody tended
Stuck on the other side of the other side, until it’s too late to be so damned offended
Imagine perfect zero, perfect one and everything else, essence of the whole shebang
Reality exposed and it’s skintight, dream fades & you’re fading to black, bang, bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, May IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 840 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @BILLYJOEL