#IWantMy @Nickelbak #BeLikeH2O #DiamondsFacetsAllOne #TheTyger #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunneWith @MorganWallen #GottaGitALittleDirtyWhenYourDigginForGold #BlackCrowes

COWBOY EVOLVED FROM PERFECTION, FORNICATION OF THOU

All of us, totally alive now or already dead are inside of a surrealistic dream, it’s all strife 
As if you’ve stumbled upon One, Salvidor Dali work of art, paint, pencil, photo, light beam 
Miracles I’ve searched for to not only witness the event but also tell a tall tale, incredible 
Yet, Truth is like that if you’ve never heard of it, it may make or ruin your whole day & life.

What is above or below this Earth, scientists and dead men walking know it all, empty zero 
Knowledge and wisdom of this deck of cards with the hands already dealt by being in utero 
Lucky nails & teeth will grow to eat the world & protect hearts from harm, soul of God form 
In millions of animated things, transitioning from Nothing to Something & all the way back.

Corked bottles keep the fermented fruit of the vine, fresh as the day grape squirted to glass 
They all left a while ago but now, all boys are back in town & runnin’ the blocks like a badass 
You know what I know, only you know like I do how the end is gonna be without a spirit fool 
Divine or humane, all in and out of the ears, critical cyber-realities remain an accurate tool.

Empty between the ears outside of the skull & bones, RNA & DNA absent of a liberated Will 
Snowed the frozen rain down from mountaintop to the valleys of the blue marble’s spin skill 
Due to the whirling & wobbling, Life asserted itself in the insanity of Earth, Wind & hot Fire 
Lunatics want to fight when they know they’re gonna lose the war, no plan or bird on a wire.

It’s essence of extinction, a black hole with a Singularity in plain sight of a mind’s 3rd eyeball 
As geometric calculus fills the Void’s matrix with Uno & Zero, lines, columns collapse it all 
It all couldn’t be any worse ‘ the worst possible event unleashed, AC/DC #DayOnTheGreen 
Live wires charged with power, protons, electrons and neutrino neutrons, Ionics I’m all in.

Known that nothing exists before the Big Bang & won’t exist a moment the day after tours 
Trash and wealth combine down the journey to the epicenter of being, One & Many doors 
Drifting on the breeze, getting blown away by the all too human jobs comin’ out of the blue 
History drives the fists to punch holes in the matrix, Will Power runnin’ the street & the rue. 

Junkyards full of the used metal and plastic we can’t launch into empty space to the moon 
Breaks in the matrix happen, moments at a time, posterity controls the gatekeeper’s spoon 
Space is inner and outer between shards of Life & Absolute Oneness, getting naked for sex 
Only way to cooperate with the overlords is to stay invisible, never cause dissolution’s hex.

Magic spells work, accidentally directed by the holy & desecrated earth soil, buried bones 
Breaking rocks on the chain gang because I’m the forced labor, I got framed by her moans 
I don’t know anything for certain other than you’re in the same boat as I am, empty bliss pie 
Ignorance of the knowledge is wisdom’s protection, singing, dancing, eating until y’all die.

Made it out of jail with a bullet in his back, a 30:06 line of sight, in the crosshairs of Eternity 
Way gone just like the song says, ol’ Mr. Brooks & Mr. Dunn movin’ on a target onto my eyes 
Fathers miss their daughters they never produced from the gametes, world turns blue man 
I set alone at a table way in the back of a bar, only lonely folks go to for spirits of a drunk sin. 

Of course, inebriation is everything a human needs to forget about suffering pains of love 
Leaving for another Man who cannot compete with me, it was all meant to be that way too 
Had to be in the place in Space at the right time, Timing is Everything, as Romeo knew, so 
Keep your bearskin in tact, block everything other than 7mm rounds, hide out cave above. 

Stars burn but when you’re far enough away, keep your feet & backbone warm, no, I’m gone 
I took too much time, ran out before I knew it, my eyes and ears opened wide, funk moaned 
As if there was never a warning about the hereafter that comes when the corpse rots in 10 
But only ignorance shines in reflection, believe in the unknown, call it the End, I Am all Zen.

As a wagon wheel turns, if you got four of ‘em, you’ll get a bunch of dogwood flower blooms 
You owe me, I owe you but neither of us will recover from sudden death, debts’ livin’ rooms 
Purple in the infrared range and Red in the ultraviolet domain, reversed psychosis to all now 
Holidays & holy days regarded as special, without it, we’re not conceived in a cocaine blow.

Clocks tickin’ & sun’s is still up in the same place, above black & blue skies, look out below 
Five o’clock now, somewhere in the world for a minute, already gone there, drunk in my pity 
Criticize my thorough analysis at your own risk, deduce and induce the logical conclusions 
Invert the investigation & plow through your memories you can recollect, Eve’s original sins.

She said she loved Adam, Eve had imagination rollin’ well, now here we are, so all way gone 
Like ships sailing on the infinite seas all around us, solar system & galaxy in this tiny drone 
Can’t even see one hide nor hair from way up above the stratosphere, nobody’s home, sigh 
Saddle is keepin’ my bottom dry, candle burnin’ at both ends, this cowboy barely gettin’ by.

Lipstick on the mirror said “Good-Bye” as a creative evil dream alive, fix-sad faced drippin’ 
It wasn’t the only way to go but it was all a lie, didn’t know that it was, Know to be one, son 
Boyfriend, husband, significant other in relations, random accidents, Ma & Pa had a bawl 
Here we are, healthy or wealthy & sick, you don’t like my smoke or tattoos, so KMCA y’all. 

All my holy “Zen passes through all our definitions & remains Zen as before,” inevitable “I” 
Id, Super Ego & little ol’ me, the Ego from ovaries in a Sicilian woman, oh mamas, y’all sigh 
Big timin’ in a small town, up in Pilot Hill ‘tween Cool & high Coloma, where bare feet walk 
Black or blue denim, jeans from the heavenly clouds or Macy’s but either way, I still balk.

Never know when it’s gonna last more than a NYC minute or ½ a lifetime, you only get one 
Nobody gets another chance, they myth has deceived the ghosts in the machines for fun 
Now hear this, free emotional rescue for you, just because you thought you were so pretty 
Breaking the infinite line in two, division of perfection into double vision, creates the nutty.

Some nuts fell out the trees, others came out the male injections of gametes into ‘er hips 
Not only rats and worms but also the humans who know it all, forget about their sail ships 
Karma carried over until the galaxy implodes into its essence, Nothing subatomic, charm 
Farmers with a tan, drivin’ pickups like country boys do, makin’ daughters mama’s farm. 

Camouflage britches and a dago T-shirt, hippy long-hair or a Mohawk or a chilly-ass fades 
All Time comin’ as the Earth spins one way, dawn & dusk always the identical dark shades 
Put my love into a function of an equation & produced two old men, infants turned too cool 
Beatniks beat up into hippies and their progeny, spend all you have, Hell bent gerkoff fool. 

Talkin’ smack without power to back it up, getting the scat & hell beat out of a jive ass, OMG 
You and the rest of the species may mock the Truth but it remains the same, an End of Time 
Pepper doctor ground all the rocks into dust, nothing is alive & there’s no need for anybody
Hillbillies live below a Mason-Dixon, sweet home choak it up, ambush an Alabama rhyme.

by 
r j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, XXIX-XXX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LNNPNweSbp8?si=DuRwIt-LkPOGAUs_ } 

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

SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO

IT TAKES FOREVER YOU GOT TIMING, TIMING IS EVERYTHING *ShoutOutToMargie

FOOLS REPEAT IT ALL AD INFINITUM,

SLIDE INTO HOME

As long as you’re down on your knees, you mind as well raise a glass to your missing maker

Money it made and ass it moves on, nothing is missed, replacement with the essence baker

Pushin’ and pullin’ on the new world orders, keepin’ the keepers & sellin’ cursed flakes & herbs

Higher hierarchy of the things that we name nouns and pronouns, they move I said the verbs.

Behind the trips and flights into ecstasy are the spirits who stay invisible because they’re gone

Left the thing all by itself a million years ago, evolved to today without anything but Time fun

Bread saved in hot boxes but ends of the loaves are not worth the crumbs they’ll become, iced

Eating until your trip ends just like every single living human who ever lived once, not twiced.

Beer, wine, anything spirit in the day or night that allows the thing itself to become what it is

That is a form, mortal and ready to disintegrate mind and body, no free will to guilty pleasures

Wins and losses for all, nobody is above the law, many are below the law but none up yonder

In the eyes of the minds, we’re all lost and found if we get lucky, most don’t, it’s a busted kiss.

Bucking broncos out of the corrals, they’ll get back & forth without anywhere to go, eat oats

Maybe some hay & a lot of water to break the DNA down into fuel to git the phuq out of here

Time and Space is everything, I don’t know what else to say but I’ll drop some sublime blowout

Out my head & mouth, kiss from my lips to seal it & know this is true, I am The One, no doubt!

I’ve flown into your purview for no reason, for the rational is irrational, it’s showtime for reals

Senses full and in override workin’ the system into a frenzy, it’s all about the lovers and haters

Check your privilege out at the door, it’s unwelcome inside of the sanctum of silence, it feels

As if it’s over yet it never ends the story, until we’re the Singularity, keep circumcising Gators!

Daughters are all out of town, sons givin’ their best to power up the anarchy, lazy bone bums

Grandchildren of the olden folks who died either happy or sad, left a pocket full of dough sums

Fighting for the portion you’ll never see, the scars you get are all there is, the rest Charity sees

Whoever did nothing did everything possible, probably just an alien creator of mud guppies.

Check out the blue sky today, look up to forever, it’s something both blue & black, got #milfs?

Probably you’ll die happy or sad but it won’t matter a bit, nothing carries on smooth as silk

Being evil or good is nothing special, it’s the aftermath of the will to power, getting the joke

It’s humorous that I laugh at the weeping and gnashing of teeth, punch line is, “I Am Woke!”

Certainty It is elusive because everything is the essence of uncertainty, it’s a principle of gods

Keep the creation guessing and never give up the ghost, only hints at the reason for our bods

Herds kept in tact by mere fortune and hard cowboy work, from the wild to the slaughter slide

Do everything you can to keep your head breathing above water, be happy your enemies died.

Due to mad skills, self-defensive blows were sufficient to eliminate all threats, peace battle slam

Relationships with the others seem impossible since they want more than they will ever receive

Survival of the species has nothing to do with you or I, we’re hanging chads on the voter sleeve

Doubts to replace the absolute certainty that God created the cosmos, “I think, therefore I am.”

I found what you lost and now I can tell you that you never lost it, you just hid it in safe places

Deeper than the deep end of the men who made mudholes for the kids to swim, wet, hot faces

Bums are the several ones whose parents didn’t GAF about their birth nor their death, a thing

Itself is all you can fathom, form appears 72 inches high, more or less, give/take a foot toe ring.

Trippin’ on the melodies, treble and bass, lyrics and voices that blew ‘em into the open, dead air

It’s always something, one way or the other, things will change like it or not, it’s the holy affair

From intercourse to the urn or cemetery of ash and dust, raising hands ain’t allowed anymore

Spirit hears a clean pour of Jack Daniels, all set to imbibe it all, shotgun shot glass let me pour.

History is hysterical if you get the chance to read all about it, we should have gone extinct here

It’s likely that our flesh is not very tasty to the animals who’d consume our cadavers, shed a tear

It’s why we don’t know what happens after death, if it’s better than life on Earth, it’s a suicide

If it’s worse than life on Earth, it’s a mystery ‘til we find out, it’s too late, take a pill, sin of pride.

Break a leg now or never, if & only if you believe blindly, there’s a chance you’re right, so believe

Good luck to be me, right this second over on 47th street of L.A. in the USA, loaded .357 reprieve

Mic’d up in case the press gets to question me for news at 10, honkies & baked junkies fear not

Conclusive evidence just in, life is but a dream, the dreamer has split into billions of bones a lot.

Keeper or throwback, hills to be climbed & slid back down, wipe out as if never even here at all

Deduce this with the tools and skills you’ve inherited from the Cro-Magnon bunch, feel the Fall

Sentenced to eternal damnation by nobody I know, nearly forced a brainwash to remain, gone

Clear light, sighted eyes, blinded by smoke & mirrors, rhythm’s chief, groovin’ shoot a shot gun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Blovember 9th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1430 hours

{ Bled this out of my coronary artery while jammin’ to LOST SANTANA jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LjLD47mb_jA?si=yV6XDv7C1s6famtn }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

THE MUSE (MARGIE)

#KeepItUpRich ... my daddy used to say that to me... yep, I said #Daddy, that is and was his name, hence, Daddio, I shall keep it up! #NirvanaClosing #OMG #ThisIsWayWorse #LookinUP @Bill_Burr RAWKS! #AskHimBoutHisHAT #DriversUnderstand?

PICASSO CAN HIDE TWO AT ONE

=

There’s no reason to become uncivilized to a stranger, asking details about your bank account

On a cold call on the cell phone without any cyber-security cover, you hear what you hear out

Above and beyond the termination of the communication & a report to the FBI, the point moot

There’s the act itself as a violation of integrity, a fool in a cell phone lambda wave from a boot.

In the end, your coverage of the ideocracy prior to retirement engagement came in handy then

Traced the call and secured the transmission location within 4 minutes, the caller is in gold cuffs

Not only is the world a safer place now than it ever was, but the world will also never be all Zen

Complicated mess of chaos in focus for rectifying disorder back to the a priori scent of a woman.

Dream keeps the Life called reality moving right along, a spin & a wobble in elliptical orbit, son

Everything and everyone depends on the sun burning gas, we’re dead without the heated fun

On the one hand, you can’t live without it & on the other hand, you must keep out the rays

As fire burns so does the hot, direct sunlight, all ultraviolet to infrared movin’ 186,000 mi/s/s.

Faster is a tachyon which we all only fathom in theoretical analysis of invisible nothings, as it is

Imagine being dead and gone yet still being aware without a brain or mind that the world exists

What in God’s name would that mean as far as where did life’s Earth forms originate from at all

Is there a pool of subatomic particles somewhere in a Singularity or one dream within another?

Recollect the day after you actually die and rigor mortis is setting in, onto incineration of burial

To ashes and amorphous dust we go but for a while, we believed we were immortal clientele

Here you go, away we all go, memories fade, light fades, you fade, I fade, we all fade to black

Knowledge of a fact is Wisdom, knowledge’s forgone conclusion, no ghost ever comes back.

In a manner of speaking, using logic and reason for the formulation of the argument’s ending

That it’s logical using premises which are assumed to be true and resulting deduce bending

Of the words’ meanings which may be either misused or misunderstood & lead to bad battles

Beating the odds is unlikely to come to fruition, more than likely a loser returns to the rattles.

Hums the songs that the drummers and horn blowers played in harmony ad infinitum, above

Blind faith in the theory that was created from nothing but dead air and fear of death’s dove

It flies in for all of us, many before some of us and not even one before us, newborn too still

High up the hill of Earth, above the fray of the atmospheric plasma, there you are, Jack & Jill!

Ideas come out of nowhere, opened mind allows the subjective predication & presence

In context provided by all who came before the innocent & ignorant, it’s bull’s scat tense

Of course, an alternative is that Life’s but a dream, nothing more nor less than nightmares

Your control over the causes and effects of a random presence is at best, fatal flaw’s tears.

Up and away from the surface where it all comes down to staying alive & dying up in vain

It’s a communication never received on Earth, only astronauts got the message, all insane

Nothing but blackness and white dots in space, blackness and white dots, everywhere 360

No Divine Creator or Buddah or Krishna or Jesus Christ or Muhammed Ali, Nothing to see.

Remain entrenched in the liturgical dilemma about the nature of Life, Death & sexbotics

Tricks happen to those who pay attention to the hand that’s not as quick as the eye antics

Mirrors reflect the image if clear & light but in the darkness it’s all the same look, nothing

The herd is the collection you become nurtured within for the final stage, world frolicking.

If you don’t want to have super fun when the time comes, jump in headfirst, dive off a deck

Do a jackknife or cannonball to make a splash or cut into the surface as a sharp stiletto check

Comin’ up for air after touching the bottom of 11 feet depth, the look of relief merges H2O

Made it with the pool of water again, always a quickie and a repeat, orgasmic ebb and flow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, Blowvember VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Tricked the cosmos into this plethora of junk food, hobo wisdom while jammin’ to @kidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch on youTube https://youtu.be/r95wT3yT83A?si=1TXEeZtYcc0S12CZ }

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

#RosemarysBaby @Santana #TwilightZone #AlcoaPresents #OuterLimits

MAMA MIA LA FLACA

Inside odd job done for a return favor, payback for saving of a life, as a favor to god spit
Y’all tell me all about it, now or never, if you choose not to have a dialogue then we’ll split it
What y’all have found is ½ yours & already mine, there’s no other way that’s fair to all of us
Hence, which one do you want and if you try to take both you’ll become extinct, In I, I trust.

In or out of the prison of your body & the penitentiary cells on the block, nothing matters
Locked up or free to roam anywhere on any territory or property from pole-to-pole towers
The day every human finds out that they’re gonna die like the ones they’ve seen all fallen
To the bottom Hades or to the hilt of the end of the Milky Way’s cosmic Big Bang bawlin’.

Drunk and higher than the lower echelon below the La Brea tar pits, where Life dies alive
Historical evidence of the hysterical nature of the historians who recorded the past jive
Predicated on facts that never were cross-checked nor was the reporter vetted for reality
In other words, whichever words document the events of history are all a cup of tea.

Dancing to music, rockin’ to the rhythm of the beats of drums, strum of guitars, mic’d voice
Nothing like it before or after the dancin’ around the campfire, sacred and profane top toys
Translate your story into the one you’ll leave behind, pretend you’re expired but not legend
Saga from predicate to deductive and inductive logic compilation of Love and a Dead End.

It’s all about her, Maria knew it was the first time she saw me, she read my mind about her
Whisking us out Kindergarten to Grad School for my PhD in Metalogic out of Fink College
To peel the onion until the center is exposed is an effort at futility promotion, just don’t be
You and I know, like nobody else, ready, set & go to your maker, when Time comes, binge!

Escaped from the ties that bound me to the place in Space where I come from, I healed
By the grace of the gods and my parents’ pure love, as a river flows, I do the do, I’m fueled
Allstar or just an insignificant ball of gas in escape mode from the center of the shebang
River is melted ice and snow from the highness out of this world, H2 gas ocean, cold sea.

Happy is what we’ve gone through the gestation and maturity to fruitful aesthetics et al
Played the fool, pretended to be under the rule, once the chains broke, left it all in smoke
Fear of Nothing helped to generate the unfettered bravery required to win at all costs, pal
Now and then, you’ll recollect the thoughts I laid down, power check the winged bloke.

Hair grown to ameliorate the frozen tundra and skin-bare feet covered by wet dish rags
Mama didn’t warn me, but papa said I’d be surprised if not prepared to defend old bags
Only two hands and a conglomerate of knuckles to damage the unwavering intent fuss
Could not release that hot Hades’ fury upon me, I disintegrated the threat into rat dust.

Dream of cream although it’s the sewer product of refuse & garbage, all too human art
Dime a dozen will get you a gross of a hundred and twenty dimes, all toll twelve to start
Apostles or just a dozen eggs, either way you need twelve, no baker’s dozen of thirteen
All about the vibrations of the arse-kicking you get once defeated, happy to be unseen.

Model completed appears exactly replicated at 1/32 scale, multiply a divided quotient
Divisor advisor is zero which divides nothing from nothing, neither more nor less than it
Ending is happy, it comes without warning except for the pre-ejaculate pretend to lube
Here we all are, in front & center of the border, down below the hook, line & sinker tube.

Original, disobedient souls who followed no commandments yet mirrored a golden rule
To be the only one to do unto others as I would have them all do to me, a fool on a mule
Not only is the one and only soul the only one but also, it’s the last soul to be a holy foal
Horses run wild & die to become tame to ride from places in Space to fools’ H2O hole.

Deep dive into the labyrinth of muck and mire will yield the rational and whimsical crops
Devils and their malfunctioning God smacks in their Oneness, sentenced to megadeath
Neither am I the first nor am I the last to say what I think about everything in itself, a trip
Mixed Earth chemicals inside the all too human presence of a homo sapiens species tip.

Spirits in the night when the Earth wobbles & spins counter-clockwise to the ecliptic flip
This means nothing to the humans who are devoid of curiosity, all of y’all are quite a trip
Surprisingly, most you’ll never see or know at all, it’s a few billion minions of the dirt trope
All you get fortune enough to do is remember as far back as Time goes, smoke it in dope.

The duration of the moments doesn’t mean much when you got no appointments fixin’ sex
Your Mac10 will breathe a final gasp of breath someday means to this y’all ain’t here & now
It is what it is, listen to the temptations that Eve had to endure, she was a St. Eve, holy cow
Predicated the subject, interjected the prepositions ala major conjunctions’ direct objects.

Join the service of the country to escape the street until you return for another shake at it
Played 8-ball and rotation, the cut-throat game was as good as killin’ a Vegas gambling fit
In and out of us all, the invisible, infinite piece of platypus scat is all we’ve got to show, so
Jizz is all what it is except when it all ain’t, leave lickity split in one word, suck, or swallow!

You’ll be high fallutin and carryin’ heat somewhere between your boot and your eyes, all fly
Grateful for every moment I got to look you in the eyes, a pleasure to have it all, my oh my
Filters provided to skim the cream off of the top and provide with high value of the Gold
Nuts resolve the questions, appear dead yet full of verve, ready to get wet, grow & get Old.

Nobody yet is mine, nobody is yours, nobody has anybody but one’s own, fortunate, or not
It is what it is, and it is always the same, just like every revolution of the planet, it’s all I got
Whistles for me even if I’m far away, my ears prick up for my pops, he needed me so bad
First born out of a pricking poker that filled the void with my presence, All that I am, a lad.

It ain’t so complicated inside my head, between my ears it’s all pleasure and pain, all gone
Diggin all matter of Time in Space Supreme, it’ equals one another, the ‘E’ of ‘mC2’ my son
Broad as the lines on the sides and narrow as the invisible neutrons and tachyons all over
In trick of Time, emotional-chemical menudo all my own unknown, father, sister, brother!

Expecting the unexpected Unknown picking & grinnin along with the rhythm & deadbeats
Keeping your adversaries on short leashes to always be cognizant of their presence’s feats
Boots on the ground of being for the duration of a melody’s promulgation of rhythm beats
Could be ¼ or ¾ time & if you know what I mean, you know timing is it, it is everything.

Hop or crawl, climb, dive, swim or run, dream or fully awake in the middle of nowhere but
Here and now, would have or should have been, are not the ways to go into the final omega
On a ride from the soil to the stars that are too far for feet to run wings to fly ala bull shyt
Trippin’ on the original LSD25, idiot threw it inside my mouth, he said, open wide, I did it.

Complex and secretly a dozen trips from innocence, broken chromosomal twisted up too
All genomes inherited & injected for the descendants who can’t see in astigmatic iced tea
Lethal and terminally yours, air, land and sea all came down into me, ate & drank the blues
Knowledge and wisdom converted into the black hole’s singularity, as above, so below me.

The reaper is only grim for the loser of the animated soul that’s gotta go, neurons won’t fire
Hearts and lungs seize the day & night for eternity, only if lucky, memorial of granite’s ire
Etched appellation and timing that was everything, a century more or less, some just a day
No matter what the Truth is, you live, good or bad luck, grace of gods guides a middle Way.

Commitments and deadlines that no human can actually assimilate, bunch of mutants
Not their fault, the situational awareness is all that counted, star love’s slippery lubricants
Edge of the flat Earth or the north or south poles of the vortex spin, a mystery of ultraviolet
Purple cut of the rainbow at the end, it’s the gondola in Venice, the Arc to Nirvana’s rivulet.

Addicted to the poetry, not this Jones’ thing for prose that never finds the fire’s lit-up a One
To the depths of the most remote place next to absolute zero nothing & so above to the sun
Harmony and chaos fill the cannoli shells with chocolate, cheese and c6h12o6 sugar plum
Ghosts are all souls disembodied one way or another, in the end, nothing but an old bum.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #IdontWannaLoseYourLove off of the #AllThatIAm CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p8B6qkuxcZc?si=UC-6p263Zph9bEhO }

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

HAPPY HOLLOWEEN BOOPUMPKINS

FUNK OF 40,000 YEARS IN THE VORTEX OF THRILLER