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.?
Lower than you want to go, down by the limbo stick's 12-inch
Bills to pay only because the collector found your corner pitch
Your wages are garnished now, you labor non-gratis & pay tax
On everything, everybody has their own personal take on facts.
What I am, what you are, what all of this reality we face is too
That's the valley of fools and tools who facilitate a black & blue
It's Peace that evens up the score to produce the moody havenot
All Marxian, Stalinist, Leninist stuck like glue to an astronaut.
War and what comes between hot, fiery turbulence of enemies
Look at the Truth, if the world's not a ghetto, then it's all dust
In the solar wind comin' out a burning ball of gas, day to seize
Happiness is the goal, peace or war, still strive for the goalies.
Man and Woman make more, anti-species enhancement, all gay
No casting aspersions, the fact is, if you don't repro, y'all 'll pay
For your great-grandchildren's inheritance will be Hell on It
All the H2O dried up; only the melted snowcaps turned to s#it.
Bummed under the sun, a beautiful dream opened out the sky
Blown mind, with no anchor, no help from above, a heaven-sent
No harm done, atop a mountain or below the ebb tide currents
Grass grows to be eaten & smoked, wine is to spill into gullets.
Matter and the forms taken in random fashion, mixed divinity
Earth dirt, sun and revolution of the Wind and the Fire all up
Monkey in charge, no kidding, who'd have thought, all bald too
All down further than you should, all's safe & solid cosmic stew.
You know super-cool is your pleasure, some don't get no trippin
For those about to rock, you see, you hear, taste & smell the feel
Bloodkeep at it, a soul-matter from degrading into cosmic dust
Groovin' & movin' as if there ain't no tomorrow, as if it's a sin.
Funk from Seattle to L.A., easy to glean down the ONE, a way
Coast up & on the down-low, gettin' to high on Big Sur today
Wisdom lies fallow in the disappearing coastal red dirt & rock
Humming right along as if there's no tomorrow, tic-toc clock.
Alarms goin' off, hear the sirens & loudspeaker blair, "FUCC"
All day, every day, 24/7/365, music in & out of the holy water I
Who I am is obvious to the deaf & dumb, the blind have a clue
Nothing without light, without sun, there's only radiated heat.
Not lucky without the rods & cones doin' the magic this schlog
Yet, life still animates the thing, learning the world of the One
Speaking displays the Many, all One's amorphous, sick of fun
If & only if it will soothe your soul, recall God is reverse Dog.
Hungry and transforming matter into the good & bad moves
I got mine, I hope you get yours, you think, so get the grooves
I know you can, even if you are orphaned, magic awaits y'all
Find it inside, not in another but in you, eyes wide open, chill.
Mirrors break, your face & heart really can't, sellers & buyers
Animate Thought, I think that should clue you in on new fires
Smoke, drink or breathe in and out, deeply animate wonders
Bet you wonder how I know so much; you'll never know why.
Ear figuratively down the line of the grapevine, it's white lies
Nobody knows, we all heard it somewhere, under blues' skies
Chicago to Seattle, Miami to L.A., Dixie to Jersey, full of these
Rats, all too human, mate to cause The Xtinction of all species.
Deep in dark caves of emptiness, beyond your wild imagination
You'll be trippin' from Pope to pauper in the alley pickin' trash
Similar to the moment before your parents' climaxing embrace
A moment after you cease to exist, same old story, abort, Space.
Some poetry in motion runs into forces that absorb power
Sucking as a vampire, anything to be eaten & gravitate lower
Thinking about it now, are you? Just sayin' it's gonna amaze
Nothing I can help you with, so drink wine & have a nice day!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 5-27-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Shucked this out of my muse this AM while jammin' to some @CHICAGOtheBand #GoodyGoody XO on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bn8viWNfLyc?list=RD8gvnt_6l9CE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
"... existence does not require panic to matter.
That’s wisdom." - unknown ai
I searched for God
in collapsing stars—
Carol Ann asked
if I remembered
to eat.
Or:
The void kept calling.
Carol Ann answered
the phone first.
The cosmos may be eclectically odd—
but somewhere inside it,
Richard Joseph Stephan still has Carol Ann,
and that may be the one signal
the void never fully erased.