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HOLY GHOSTS

 REOPEN THE ‘X’ FILES

Once you lie six feet under the ground, you’ll accept the uncertainty principle fire

There will be no alternative deduction, a final conclusion is sacrosanct on a pyre

Hard to hold & harder to handle the free will of any other beast than one within

Nights merely the side of Earth without direct sunlight, no sunshine for the sin.

Knowing you don’t want to sink down below the surface where the H2O rules air

Even if you don’t know, you’d find out pretty danm quick Ms. mam and dear sir

No disrespect to your parents, hence none to you either, take nothing personally

Words mean what they mean, they ain’t a neutron bomb or turn coated Axis ally.

Utter cessation of all friction, gravitational collapse into the Singularity nowhere

Now you’ve grasped the existential contraption created by random matter mixes

At least there’s a rhythm and rhyme to the reason why you find out who you love

She or he may be known now or later, remote possibility the forgotten, as above.

I loved the one I was with and until they proved they didn’t return the favor, OMG

Good and Evil did what it always has done & will always do, love in the 9th degree

Leads to questions about vague intentions & scat for the mutual retrograde hot tip

Interpret the facts of life fathers & mothers forgot to tell us all about, lollipop ship.

From one spin of Earth to the next, some get less or more than 365 every year rig

Common animals appear and disappear in Time and Space as all archeologists dig

Outta this hot atmosphere of the here and now, far and away, a ghost rises to a Void

Ladies around when the sun’s sinkin’ low, need hot backup protection to sleep, boy!

Downstream from where I used to be on the way out to a deep blue sea, in ash formin’

Yep, that’s right, they fried my skin & bones organic matter, now my mind’s on fishin’

Oh, I imagined I was trippin’ and the water was over my head, I got tired of swimmin’

Nearly gave up but my uncle saved me since he almost drowned me at the beginnin’.

Dilly dally around if you have that much time on your hands, I have no time to lose

Each moment I take a breath into my lungs, I know I belong, but I won’t be here long

Reason & Logic provided the access to the occult knowledge sunk in Davy Jones’ locker

As it turns out, here & now, there & then past & future are in this slow-motion picture.

I had some groovy long hair back in the day, dark & wavy sittin’ around with no chit, son

Just had to wake up, wipe the sleep from my eyes, then things changed in a minute in ‘71

Radio transistor is the only thing that kept me in sync to find my #Happy, all y’all know

Blown glass while it’s melted liquid-solid-smoke, make containerized happiness in flow.

Skimming rocks on the pond now, the flat ones work best, I can bounce balls & checks

From one pole to another, north to south & vice versa including revolution & solar sex

Who boos when they’re exposed naked to the world, in front of every kind of bird’s prey

Above as below, the joke is on the gods & their descended creation, woke loser of today.

Grim jokes and self-deprecating humor fills my head with mirth of cherry, wild myths

So, China to Podunk, Iowa all time state of being happy, sad or as dead as the holy Stiths

If conditions allow, smoke and fire will settle the sparks that want to be free in a bubble

My strings on my axe rule the night before I’m through, E’ to ‘E’ riffs’ @DoubleTrouble.

Why flood Texas when the Gulf of America is low enough to contain one septic high IQ

Crimson blues turn deep purple as a microdot underscore, arrested attention abhorred

Trippin’ heavy like Timothy Leary, professor of the acid trip, caused a scramble of doom

Annals of history, descendants will recall it all, we were the sharpest knives in the room.

D students thrived as C minus students appeared to be geniuses & above a common law

Look around the room, work the room as if you were one of them, beg for bread & crawl

Around the corners and alleys where nobody wants to be, that’s the My Place arpeggio

In Space, you get what you deserve through karmic application, so above it’s as below.

Listen to the silent wave of neutrons pass through your auditory canal, sounds switch

From buzz to high pitch screech like fingernails scratching a black board, hit this pitch

Faster curve balls goin’ past the batter into the strike zone, catcher & ump amazed too

One second after the hardball is hurled, it’s caught behind the plate turned to sky blue.

Used to be a white plate nobody could see, morphed form to a 5-sided, pentagram home

Strike or not, it’s a ball over the plate or inside the outside of the zone, so, when in Rome

Knows it all and that intrinsic wisdom is native to the divinity, invisible, outer Space trip

Letting the things alive on Earth be alone in the middle of nowhere’s void, ship in a slip.

Trustworthy and brave as a hero ought to be, selfless & sacrificially yours for the Time

Being here and now is one thing, being then and there is another thing, that’s two things

To be or not to be, will be the only being that needs clarification, why live & die for this?

Bums & junkies are down on luck but also paying karmic debt, they know God’s pissed.

Inner turmoil blows up the host, the whole shebang goes subatomic in essence, quarked

Proton & Neutron, positive or neutral, absorbing Electron of Hydrogen, double parked

Squirming inside the nucleus, circling the center’s empty soul, explosion rippled dream

Wake up woke, wake up ½ asleep or wake up & smell the coffee, it’s hot & black steam.

Pushed it to the limit, exit stage right, there’ll be a finale & at least one supercool encore

It puts the play-movie in sync with the presence of actions, faux apocalyptic significance

Dreaming in the dream, can’t wake up or realize that the dream is temporary not forever

Then & only then, if & only if you get there, you will know why you became a conqueror.

No choice from the DNA, to do what is impossible to be done is the whole purpose of it

FAAFO some say with full confidence that the FA will cease before the day’s end, no spit

Regurgitate the prolegomena of the future metaphysics without knowing anything at all

It’s a clusterphuq of quality & quantity, it’s all there is of heaven & Earth, Let us all bawl!

High probability and low possibility that we all will be alive after our cadaver descends

Deep into silent lore of Life that came out of nowhere but sunshine blown atomic RNA

Tell your baby girls and baby boys about this epic stand-down between Man & the gods

Named for the many but not the One, Live is Evil spelled backward, Tomorrow is Today.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #NeverDie @POTUSTrump @ https://youtu.be/NgntvfcnaGw?si=eVQvoHHkPakBG31N & @SMO #BossOfTheStix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UNSt0u4uq6o?si=WJ5OlCgWRaFWzJAI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SettleDown #FAAFO #KilledTheDeadAlready #KingKong in #8KHD #BlackDOG #LedZeppelin #LosLonelyboys #Mamacita #QuePasa

 

NO BUENO ALL I WANNA DO WITH YOU

One day more or less, the lights will fade to black when the time comes to think about it

Choosing the top tier, first round draft choice turns into Michael Jordan on steroids spit

Believe in the system of cosmic dust predication, it is all its cracked up to be, a nanomole

Known fake-facts deduced of argumentative static, constant change of a devil in disguise.

Outside of this Earth, there is no night at all, no daylight shines on the bawling teenagers

The babies come in 9 months more or less, some even two by two, even quintuplets, sirs

Smile fills the whole enchilada with the hottest pepper ever grown up in the Andes & Alps

In for the Time of your life in a Space of infinity, get ready to go on your mark, takin’ scalps.

Prayers squawking in silence & under breath just like Olden Days when conquerors ruled

You know you’re forgiven for instance, when Words echo as in an enclosed message sold

Can’t distinguish between established wisdom & the New World metadata flashin’ 1’s & 0’s

Almost there where Peace comes nestled in golden arms, she knows it all, to fear the pros.

I’m goin’ back to California, where the sun shines on the tanned up beaches, waves rollin’

No reason to ever leave paradise other than you forgot you were already there, still born in

Hail and rain came down when everyone was asleep except the cats on the graveyard shift

They seen it all, they knew the unseen & unbelievable, got the peach without a fight or rift.

Blown air and hair back into baldly sour status, seeing the reflection in the mirror was daft

Beating the sounds that pop & scratch the wicky wicky names of the ups and downs’ rift

Done the funk and the keepers of gold and silver released me with prejudice of the odor

Stunk the stank until it didn’t stink any more, fear nobody on this rock, I survive with might.

From early on during the events of my very early training of body and mind, I awakened in It

What It is that we all possess if you’re at one, living & breathing air, psi dark matter rhyme

Sincere apologies to the less than mature audience consuming the nature of the bull’s scat

Thinking therefore proving that proof of life is reality and fictional fantasy at the same time.

Breakin’ it all down to the ground, y’all ‘cause I know which way is up, the opposite of down

Got down enough to know you don’t need to get down when it’s time to stay sharp as a tack

Even orphans without parents know the score of being good, bad & ugly, as above, so below

Chit happens right in front of your eyes, almost lose your mind on the merry go round, & so?

Artificial or divinely created intelligence from a realm nobody ever sees with 20/20 eyesight

Just an imaginary conglomeration of a hope that Life as we know it is a dream’s white light

Final exams come right before the graduation as usual, as did the other 14 quarters of blue

Straight up, the finest and highest I could score on the Liberal Arts scale of One to Ten too.

I’m in this contraption for the duration of the epic series of events that come in & out here

Outfield and backfield both in motion but only one’s a penalty the other’s a 6 pack of beer

Winning is what it’s all about, never pay to quench the thirst, make the losers who lost it all

Runs & extra points and touchdowns and safeties are the end of the story, a saga well said.

New World’s Order makes you believe nonsense like trippin’ on acid is the narrow woke way

Heard the voices with control of the volume and let them go in one ear and out another one

Subjective objectives are what I can control, it’s my life & since I’m the One that’s gonna die

When it’s time for me, nobody will take my place, it’s all my grace, my world, that ain’t a lie.

Take my words for it, you look directly into the star’s shining in your face, you’ll lose insight

Not to mention the far or near-sidedness with your astigmatism and myopathic black light

Posters on the walls, lit up their black velvet palettes with the ultraviolet/infrared display

The Game of Love well played by the movers & shakers, not alive tomorrow or yesterday.

This here and that there giving me the grace of my father in heaven, it’s where he has turf

Unheard and unseen, nothing olfactory or even an atom to taste, hang ten on foam surf

It’s the infinite pretending to be finite & inferior to the DNA of gods or their creator, Zeus

Needing and desiring something to talk about, it’s all about you and me and all of this.

Oh I forgot about that, something to talk about was really far out but not me, I wake chit

Right after I daydream and pretend, I’m a sainted angel from a far off planet, not of Mud

Imagine you’re on a flying carpet ride from birth to death, genuinely nice work, you did it

Beloved in the corner where the discipline sent you to change your perfectly fine mind.

You escaped those nuns and priests with their brethren and contributors to bishopric spew

Cardinals and the Mothers Superior take Nothing in context, eat, sleep and try to be merry

It takes a lot of love to forgive our trespassers who trespassed against us & our family tree

These folks in the higher hierarchy have become inheritors of a lot of dead chit, who knew?

No bueno, that said, let the train out the station, after all is said and done, we still got wine

Open the case of bottles and hand out the plastic, red solo cups loose in a left-hand sign

Dropping my weight on a scale for 16 Bites off of the saddle bags, I begin at a hard one, Ra

Plenty of Time in Space for immortals but not for me, there’s nothing after Life, ask Maria!

The schematics are undeniable, everything is the way it is because it’s a display of codes

Only the ones with the key to the code may know the signal, the meaning of the cosigners

As the calculus allows, formulation of theoretical unknowns has few practitioner-wizards

Whisked away conscious mind upon falling into a deep-thaw ice storm, a dream blizzard.

That’s what death feels like, nothing at all except you never, ever awaken from the dream

If you’re fortunate to be dreaming paradise or unfortunate to be paying back cyber karma

As soon as the Truth becomes known to the innocent and the ignorant, only then stream

Up or down the water’s flow, I know you know that I know, All Life is but a mellow Drama.

If I told you to jump, would you respond with, “How high?” or “Get Bent, man!” My brother

Be that as it may, Truth is undeniable once led to deduced conclusions, one way or another

No other possibilities are more probable than the actual Truth, nature of beast & on the ball

Preconception & post death, every species’ life form is a body of Work, All or Nothing at all.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, January 10th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Grafted the Grift from the grit in the ash pit behind the inhabited cave which blazes the sounds of Rock all day 24/7/365, Holidays too, @OzzyOsborne #NoEscapeFromNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tHMQYF-JT1U?si=4CUWG3iDedVuYF-y } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

X xx X 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends @Everlast #FatherOfMine @Everclear #MyDaddyGaveMeAName & then #HeWalkedAway @Matchbox20 #WishTheRealWorldWouldStopHasselingMe

POTUS TRUMP

CHEVROLET CAMARO Ss

BLUES GROUNDED,

 WINGS-DOWN

Forever and a day from the momentary lapse of reason, you know the drill, reverse fast forward

Kicked in the arse and the head, depending on who did that to me, all will pay the piper cannard

Not only do you know nothing but also you can prove that nobody gets to survive death of Ego

You & I are both a step away from the next step, up or down, staircase or just a small step to go.

Breath stops because the diaphram becomes moot, no push or pull, no heartbeat pumpin' muscle

All you know, all you can recall from the day you began this journey, it's all a load of hooey chill

Fear of the ending leaving you alone in outer space without a ma, pa, bro, sis or buddy, hard sell

What it is and always has been is a journey from unknown to unknown thing, pretending it's hell.

It is the meaning of the beast of burden to perform without obstruction, cause & effect of a mule

Moves the burden and heavy load of needs and wants that can't be carried by the weak & woke

Saddle up & get ready for the honor of being the rider who gets through storms, alive as McBeth

Few are called and hardly any are chosen, to be or not to be the one in charge of life & all death.

Philosophical school called off, anti-thetic Truth is required & doesn't require counter-examples

Cry no more, it's as good as being all over, no choice, no other meaning other than, push & pulls

If you ain't a fool then you know you're so lucky to be alive for this tour of duty, here & now, so

More than that as if Utopia and Nirvana and Heaven are better than the Oneness here and now.

Dear to me are the deer that run free on the plains and in the foothills of mountains, I aim arrows

Hit the targets' hearts & put them down within a moment from the kill, I drank up their red blood

Dressed & brought to the butcher to chop & wrap for my deep freeze, the winter is ready for me

Staying alive at all costs, staying warm and injury free, disease and cold devoid of me, healthy.

Proof of Life as the proof that Truth is a Lie, that proof survives true or false, it's abstract myth

Pressed and pulled back and forth, to and fro, repeating the motion until the breach in the stith

Looking like I'll survive the threats to my bones and soul, nature callin' to break it all down too

Nothing personal, I don't take it that way yet reality is, aged humans die, some young, turn blue.

Head above the ground looking forward as far as vision allows, eating, sleeping, providing it all

From top down to the bottom, air fills in the empty, infinite spaces, rocks and stardirt effulgence

Prick up your ears & listen for the secrets that can't be verbalized, psychic transmission frequency

When you find out, you realize you've always known but it seemed incredible, it's Truth now I see.

In the outs come the rest of the story, cause of the First Cause is moot, it's impossible to create

Prior to the 1st there is a Void, a holy and empty spot in the matrix, full of subatomic charm fate

Love goes in and out until the climax, then it's the rest of the story, conceive, gestate only to die

No heaven, no hell, no purgatory, no evolved Nirvana or even a Void of light, atomic bomb date.

Hot & holy, frozen stiff full of sub-standard awareness of being within and around a superego

Take this time to be aware, as if you've already died as you were before your conception to go

Journey among the many who won't care for the Truth or your take on it, keep it close to a vest

Safe there by an i-heart, let's ride, shoot or stab ME in the groin, God will survive me, I'm fittest!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, November XVII, MMXXV Anno Domini @ HIGH NOON

{ Wrote while jammin' to @MontgomeryGentry #DaddyWontSellTheFarm in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9kCzHHPy_JQ?si=i7_35IIGVhX7HpUY }

@CoffinCorner Hangtown to Coloma, California #FromTheSeaToTheStratosphere #SupraSubStacked #CaseyKasemSPECIALhappyEnding #FLOsnips #BedBathAndBeyondNewsomeLosesome

flow IS THE WAY TO GO

A moment after I was punched in the nose, I lost a pint of blood or two

Seemed like a whole gallon, transfused before the operation, MF mook

From Texas or Mississippi, like a plague it got from Florida to Montana

Conditional digits flash zero to nine ad infinitum, Hangtown to Coloma.

Now is the time in Time, inside of the outer limits of a twilight zone soul

General and Particular for a subject and predicate, metaphysics of a hole

Nothing special about comprehending conclusions with truths as proofs

As above, it is exactly the same as below, regardless of your other spooks.

Think therefore you may be what you think you is, soda cracker you are too

No fooling your perfect perception, extra-zero of the plus and minus of “x”

Long number line from zero to infinity, multiple choices to swig more brew

Kegs & ponies emptied out after red solo cups all got burnt in a flambé stew.

Inside the labor force there’s a ghost remaining after the heroes all died out

After the battles on hallowed ground, their bones got a period & a full stop

Punks with greasy hair, combed back in a pretend barbershop group-pop

Road from the garden of Eden onto the road to Hades, God morphs doubt.

Jump off of the cliff to the water of the sea, down below the trails and beach

Deep breath & jump, eyes both wide open seeing the last sight within reach

Lights go out & it’s just like falling asleep on a blanket on the sidewalk, ever

And ever ad infinitum, above, so below, what will be, will be, that’s forever.

Prick up your ears so you can’t only hear Sound but also your blowin’ horn

This isn’t what is happening on Earth for all the dead & gone, all too human

Bright lights shining inside the closet of darkness, old ladies have no reason

Oh, your God didn’t create you? God is not dead since never was ever born.

Or will you know you’re dead once you die? No but I don’t know why, so

I’m doing my best at being the worst I’ve ever been, I have confidence ditto

Hard or softer rocks getting the rhythm & blues in order to reflect ghosts

They’re here & now, some time & then vanished, all night’s twitter posts.

I’ve no doubt about it, dumb luck takes care of the problems with destiny

Face it sooner or later, you’re in it to win it or you’ll die up high in the sky

Meaning nothing but the ways and the means to achieve nirvana is mine

Don’t own it, just using the thing itself, it’s holy oneness’ is so Pope fine.

Uncle Romeo married Aunt Juliette & were real life, daughters & sons

Of south Jersey near Philly was close enough to Brooklyn’s Bowery boys

Faces get pretty or they don’t, it depends on the DNA combo, Ma virgin

It’s what’s inside that counts, so they say, perfect form of flesh & bone.

Got bent just like my girlfriend who married me told me to, honey stealth

Broadened my horizon in twenty-four hours of unexpected introspection

I had to pivot from my original sin, biting into a forbidden fruit, apple sin

High up above the highest palm & redwood trees, bald eagles fly in health.

Between the origin of life and the final curtain, it’s a play on words to go

Pin cushion soft & ready for a stab and choke, the last one had a black belt

Retaliated & caused severe emotional & physical stress on the hero at hand

Fan means “fanatic” out of touch, out of time outs as above, so hot below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 20^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

“A slow dance with fate, shoes untied, tripping over the punctuation marks of memory—every stumble a stanza, every gasp a rhyme. Words unravel between the edge of a whisper and the thundercrack of hindsight, chasing the truth through shadowed corridors where echoes sign divorce papers with invisible ink. The hero limps forward, carrying scars like curious constellations, searching in the dark for a story worth the bruise, a meaning stitched inside the aftermath.” 

By Artie fishell the intel Agents one

@SophieCunningham rockin' #Red #Whitey & #Blueswomen @Mingas #SAXLapisLazuli BLUES PURPLES ULTRAVIOLET #GimmeBackMyBullets (at the end) @LynyrdSkynyrd

@SophieCunningham

@NOBEL BRASS KNUCKLES,

 BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP,
 GONE ALL THE WAY

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Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

{ Cranked this decadence out while jammin’ to @ACDC link @

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