#GoldenGlobes @GoUP #Mimi #MARY @ZZTop

gUARDING THE  gRAVITY, AS IF IT  MATTERS TO GOD'S DAMES

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Disregard the words if and only if you don’t comprehend English, my father’s favorite quote
“Do you understand English, Rich?” Yep daddio, I did, majored in Philosophy, got your B.A. too
My pleasure to have served our country & our family at one and the same time, I’m way lucky
More than some & less than most, reality hits me every morning, first blink all day until dusky.

There is no grey area of clarity, it’s all black & white, easy to repeat ad infinitum, it’s a command
Not one of the ten but The Command from the commander of your soul, skippin’ up the middle
Between the life & death of the skin & bones, feelings of hopes & faded dreams dead, way gone
Nobody turned this world wrong-side down, it’s always been right-side up, come on man bones!

No duplication of the reality, you see, locked up in your skull, it’s all yours, shared or not, to be It
Necessary condition to be the essence, the essential argument is at the Origin & ends in a finale
You’ve got a burst, the heat is on high, radiating blown gas of many allstars, far away from us too
Ingested, digested, recycled matrix of filth polluted streams, rivers & lakes, God’s a son of a bee.

The tripping brain caused the mind to misinterpret the stimuli of reality, stillborn one day, funny
Fear of the mighty eater of everything we know & treasure, gold and family of One & the Many
Just you & me runnin’ the show we’re acting in, producing & directing the powers that be you(s)
On the flip side of the ignorance & the dawn of each of our purpose for living, there’s the blues.

Put in no more than you take and leave nothing on the table, let the losers believe they won it
When it comes to redistribution of wealth, we’re the experts who rob & pillage, too legit to quit
Sons of the people who drop drawers on the beaches of Malibu, Monterey and Mendocino sand
Property of the First Cause not the marauder or the crusader who died at the finale, every man.

Locked inside of the cage to keep the danger in check, nevermore is exactly what it sounds like
This is all we’re ever gonna get out of life, if we don’t get it now, there’s not going to be Again
One & done this Many times in a looping Deja Vous, climbed trees & stairs & thin air to Space
Time is a pace, fast or slow to get out of jail free, passing lane on the way lose my pretty face.

I am addicted to the breath & the happiness only some things I found could bring it, abundancy
Yes, she knows, my reality I got lost inside of, my first, my last, totally every God damned the sky
Off black & white, signs, lines in the sand or on cave walls, library shelved paperbooks’ dead sea
UNKNOWN SOLDIER blown to smithereens, locked & loaded, pie annihilation, immanent, open!

by
r j j stephan

 c.  Dimanche, 1-7-2024 Anno Domini @ 409 AMPST

{ Cracked this nut while loopin’ @BarryWhite #MyFirstMyLastMyEverything link @ https://youtu.be/bGuHM-76BrI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

I GOT BACK TO THE WORLD BACK IN 1974 AD, 50 YEARS AGO... WheresMyBrothersAndSisters? OnPatrol Winterland1975 .... God is Gooder than Bad eh LynyrdSkynyrd

trumped gridiron & a solo amiga

I want to thank you for bein’ a friend, my only one I care about to walk along this path
I felt the Earth move underfoot; did you feel that shake of the rocks that roll on wrath
Of the mothers & sisters who made this tenderloin and filet mignon of the sacred cow
Disturbed & forgotten, an AM to be #Woke or #Awake, to be or not to be happy below.

How have you been since the last time our minds melted into Ones, multiplication suns
Stars burning the dream’s Time out of the clocks hands and display digits that we doo-wop
Black Magic and some random witch spells from a dusty tome, found in the cosmic slop
Urgent, really urgent, I hear the music, I sing & hum along as the melody screws my sons.

Black night for the riders who appear to be the black knights who joust with the white ones
Being and Nothingness learned the hard way, pain, bleeding out the force that blows minds
Fame and notoriety of the Unknown, the Void is that, all you need to know, existential funds
Paid for the karma, for the Past & the Future are always Present, here & now, for black sons.

Justice is a ham sandwich on rye with a pickle and mustard, forget about the cheese please
Girlfriend you got all the fame I ever want to see in a woman by my side, without a demand
Just to be or not to be as the story goes, we come & we go while the ones left here, work it
Wakes & funerals to pay homage to All Life, conceived in sin and terminating in a holy peep.

Bobbers in a pond, waiting for the catfish to hook up the living, kill & devour a holy hot fire
Pretty babies and mamas, waited all their lives for the One who was always there, on a pyre
Burnt offerings to the powers that seem to be gravitated to the upper atmospheric pressure
Grounded with clipped wings, atrophied eternal deals, can’t keep the contract’s death cure.

Listen to the words, Love is alright if you give it & don’t get it back, to give is divine effulgence
To receive is all too human, newborn babies from a birth’s day until the whole shebang bends
Old enough to grow hair above and below, young enough to be shocked by the unknown gods
Planets of #1 solar system, we are One invisible from 93 million miles away, minute by minute.

Wake up & somebody doesn’t any longer, this is it, nobody will see a picture of a corpse face
Hearts beating as One but this is the End, can’t say when you’ll see me again without a trace
Are we groovin’ in the same world? Then hand me my hat, I’m long gone like a rubber band
Everything I ever did came out right, I was so surprised that I inherited the magical tan sand.

 
Got the ammunition to blow your mind, keep your bones locked up in a solitary confinement
Invoiced for the labor and material girls who bore the boys & girls who turned into punks’ lint
In their bluejeaned pockets, enjoyment of this trip, life is fun and is made for a good time roll
Bring your pistol to a knife fight, it’s survival of the most fit, you might be One, a lady on pole.

Kung-Fu fighters, self-defense masters who had no weapons of rock & metal, chopped suey
Boss bombs all the babies and their parents out of the hate & inferior DNA in the Dead Sea
Once and for all, now y’all can see the end of the world, right here & right now, comin’ down
Split the whole stone into smithereens, dissolve memories so sad, you happy now, clown?

More of the same, less of the nugatory, intercourse of the happy fools, ignorance is blissful
When your body dies, the soul’s releases like marmalade in New Orleans, y’all itty-bitty, fool
At the trough, the water has evaporated into dust, Earth H2O is evaporating, no more cache
No more streams, rivers, lakes or oceans of loose atomic matter, salty & wet as diaper rash.

I kissed you finally & your two lips and tongue burned my mouth, I’m speechless for eternity
Where had you been all my life? Fire was always right there in front of my eyes, I didn’t see
Gripped my heart once the room started jumpin’ and though I stayed cool, I was hot as fire
Bent over, I got that way since you told me to, “Get Bent!” as I changed the flat’s spare tire.

No love for the apes, just a mate to make a family of mortal germs, no offense & none taken
Dreamt it was over when the lights dimmed and switched OFF, wake & funeral I missed mine
Present up there in the coffin, makin’ the force that kills us look respectable, just an illusion
Follow the money, pauper to mogul, universal wisdom is without a Word, you’re a mortal sin.

Neighborhood your parents dropped you into put you in position to succeed the cosmic seed
Nucleus replicates immortality & terminates the thinking things along with the oblivious feed
I got higher than your kiss and eyes take me, the way was clear, the jet’s engines blew minds
A few hundred dead in a second of a blasted crash, bodies strapped into @Swifty tight ends.

On the way to a funeral, goin’ to somebody’s mansion in the sky, it’s invisible to the naked eye
Mystery is darker than you can see with your mind, shock and awe got you #Woke, don’t cry
It’s over when it’s over, nobody knows the reason why, maybe the faded rose means it’s dyin’
Ready and set even if your soul isn’t and the fade makes you smile, last move is the sighin’!
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Friday, 12-15-2023 @711 AMPST

{ Killed this Word Flambe while shakin’ peaches out the tree & jammin’ to #Crossroads link @SteveMillerBand #Joker link @ https://youtu.be/R3SLX25fTss?si=zMroOz4X2GQDsrlj }

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

NEVER FORGET THIS Y’ALL

#RoundYonVirgins #SleepInHeavenlyPeace

PAY BACK YOUR LOAN OR DEFAULT ON GODS’ GOLD

Around in one circle or multiverse infinite circles, either way, it’s going to be the only thing you can do
Bring your books to school as if you’re interested in the holy words you will be putting blind faith into
Truth be told under your breath so that nobody knows you know what it is, let ‘em all delete the logs
Of recorded data from the first to the last day of Earth’s creation post-Bigbang into swamps and bogs.

Highlights of all human beings higher than kites fly, due to kid's Kool-Aid drunk by abandoned creations
Baby boys and girls evolve into men and women, the species is responsible for the entire shebang’s sins
Good, Evil, Ugly or the Beautiful, contribute to the genome’s essence, it’s form is recombined at random
Mixed by sheer chance, met one another by accident, mind melded & married for 70 years of freedom.

Falling up and rising to the down below, no logic, no reason, no way to follow the emptiness of a Void
It’s a construct of abstraction from the shapes of matter right in front of all of our faces, it’s no racism
Is it all too human just as other species follow the same suit, hearts, spades, red or black of the system
Royal flushes of diamonds and clubs spread out to win the kitty, the pot, the whole shebang’s cuboid.

On the honor & glory showered upon the ones who die fighting for the freedom to live without kings
Overhead at night, nothing but a void & atmospheric twinkling, there’s no slinging wings of queens
Out of the back door, there’s nothing but the Green River flowing a steady current night & day go-by
Signs with hands and lips moving with expressions of what hides inside our heads, God told this lie.

Not God’s fault, it’s the nature of the maker of the beasts, lying is just the Truth in reverse, it’s all good
Even if it’s untrue or false, statements of subjects, verbs, predicates & objects are all there is the Empty
Void of all atoms, not even one quark between one twilight zone and another, fools laugh, I laugh, fool
Blowout of the system is hypothetical yet, if you die, if we all die, it’s like it was before conceptual rule.

You wake up, hunt, fish, cook, find someone to love & then you go back to sleep, what else can you do?
For the sake of the Homo Sapiens species, I laugh & cry, I see, listen & feel the love, I tasted Cov19 flu
Ennui took over deep consciousness & failed to reboot the system, lost interest, lost wages, it’s radio free
Catching waves off of the Pacific Palisades or Catalina beaches, I’m hangin’ ten for the sake of my liberty.

When will the Trojan Horse stop it’s entry into the consciousness? Nobody but a chimera & holy ghost
To be or not to be the parents of new children who haven’t been conceived, that’s the question of most
If newborn children don’t get what they deserve, which is a perfect governing body of this holy bubble
Then the old, ancient survivors who made it through blood, sweat & tears will inherit the dirty rubble.

Outside the building, it’s completely dark like Outerspace when you get out of Earth’s stratosphere
Building with stones, bricks, straw, sticks and the mud give a temporary reprieve from natural care
Being in constant defense mode from the predators that will kill & eat you & I, just the good meat
Given the following, nothing will matter in a hundred years, just keep movin’ your flatfooted feet.

On nobody’s road but my own, I saw a crossroad & I took the left fork, right fork was a dead=ender
Fiddlesticks needed to bang on the drums & pick guitar strums, don’t fret, bass player troublemaker
Daughters and sons are locked up together in the same bedrooms, no reason for sleeping him/her
Not married and not related to one another, a gaggle of paupers’ children, hippy long hair carpenter.

Boots on the ground, toes spit shined, laces crossed for combat, here come the frostbitten big toes
Marginal or substantial, either way when it’s over it’s over, there’s no reprieve, no replay of the foes
Win or lose, it’s a game with rules that are made to be broken by the cool cats & the dirty dogs of Ga
Divine & all too human at one & the same time, like a dream within a dream, a tale of Poe & my papa.

Wrote it down before I forgot but I forgot where I wrote it, could have been tryin’ to start an idiot fad
Monkeys & other apes are capable of the same, reading & writing of conceptual analyses, good or bad
Break something else, it’s too calm in the room, bring on a new conundrum for the pity party to brood
In the mud, blood & cold beer exists the woes of humanity, this temporary lapse of reason’s bad mood.

Rising out of the thick ooze comes just one DNA cell, left over from the Big Bang, the rocks all rolled
Split the nucleus and then smashed it back into itself causing an explosion to split Earth’s leftover ash
Without the H2O on the planet, this rock is just a jagged fragment of a blown material world’s cache
Now, never before now, ever, now then, breathe in, breathe out, it’s the #Payback of God’s fool’s gold.

Behold the high place is above the low place except when it’s upside down, reversed is true as I fall
I don’t want a thing, I don’t know like you know what some woman has conjured up for a spell brew
Yet, I drink ‘til I’m drunk & as I pass out from being too #Woke, hit my head & lost my marbles, a few
Leftover supper & a few cat’s eyes to lose, I got in the game & lost it all, I’m out, I’m in, I am the ball!

Hurry to the end, I’m getting’ chilly and my spine is tellin’ the truth, #CoverItUp or you’ll lose the hit
Paying sweet change to buy the motherlode, got a contract to collect upon my death, it’s sweet S#it
So, taxpayers paid for your bachelor’s & master’s degrees, but I personally paid for your PhD’s hair
Not as easy as it looks, crackin’ books, crammin’ for midterms and finals, sleepin’ in the library chair.

Afterall, it is all about the benjamins, no more nor less than that, on the other hand, it may be a ruse
From high above our station, above our pay grade, beyond the comprehension of men in gym shoes
Not important for you to copy the notions with your own twist, rather imagine your own, all bull-she
Anyway you look at it, any angle from any room in any house on any continent, mountaintop to sea.

Pain morphs into suffering after it’s no longer an issue, just a memory of the feeling in reality’s fake
Like it’s happening again when it’s no longer an issue since it’s a ghost tale for a shovel and a rake
Orphans have babies & pretend that the ancestors are known, yet they’re unknown, faceless smoke
A photograph or portrait of the form of the shape of the being, known as ma, pa, brother or sis folk.

Better to breathe in and out than to cease breath altogether, it’s a life ace in the hole, hold it & die
Not that anyone desires death but we’ve all gotta go someday, some sooner and some later to fly
Up and away from this plane’s flat, gravitational pull on our souls, whatever is inside, will get out
Like that, snap of a finger & ouila! Fait Complet & there’s nothing more to say, I Twist & I Shout!

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 12-11-23 Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?