Forensic Pathos #Cream #GingerBaker #JackBruce #EricClapton #ElSlowhand #MyMaria #BWStevenson #GrammasHands

DESIRE A BIG PIECE FOR ME

Even if blind as a bat, you’ve inner feelings that y’all are good for Nothing, son
For the sake of your ancestors, we’re all still doin’ the rhumba with the willing
Some are & some ain’t so much, future past times I can’t recall Italiano filling
Apes flakin’ out in and out of the tribes, accumulating too much scat to go on.

Imagine freedom if you’re locked in a box with a visible ceiling & a cellar absentee
Nobody gets out alive and free, hence that means if you’re alive now, you won’t be
In the eye-to-eye direction when I see you see me & you see I see you, that is a trip
Waiting eons for the moment to be applied to the Singularity scenario, a red lip skip.

I brought doubles for everyone and then the horns began to play the chorus, all love
Feel it soon, final gasp of gas, all of THIS here is all we came for so don’t leave it above
Below we go with the urn of ash or the box of formaldehyde bones, erect lay out face
Skip the religion hopes of the faithful, be the charity I leave behind all over the place.

Best plan achieved if you please, then it’s curtains for the rest of the story’s hip mission
To deceive the junior achievers who get groomed for a sensational imaginary savior son
Complex as simple as possible for the uninitiated with no talent to obfuscate a GD thing
Getting to the bottom of the line, discovery that there’s Nothing supporting everything.

Pretenders who can’t lie well, they tell the Truth thinking it’s a fabrication, a plethora set
All subatomic and macro-cosmic substance goes Rando on the dirty dust evolution of shyt
Don’t get all sacrosanct keeping Heckel and Jeckel just a tweet away from the deep in debt
Sometimes you wish you had genii power, three wishes & team of wild horses out of sight.

Picked up sticks & threw up the rocks & stones until they piled up to the top of the red barn
Children grow and move away from the next, groomed to leave the world behind the yarn
Categorical imperative of the aliens who fly UFO’s, that’s extraordinary extraterrestrial DNA
Form or shape of things that have come and gone, that form is God, fun, funny divine La La.

You and I are here & now but why we’re here, on the planet at this time, that’s the mystery
Call it blind faith, belief in the beyond our planet’s atmosphere, just Earth and nowhere else
Freeways underneath the soil, burnt-out star dirt, piece of what it is, face & wounded knee
Soft & hard rocks came from a prime Origin, volcanic eruption of hot lava, covers up destiny.

No secret can be told without the extended background investigation of all that I am to lose
Without prejudice I am at the precipice of the cliff that has nothing down below but a hole
It probably ain’t a holy hole if there is grief & injustice everywhere in sight, above, so below
Now then, present charges into the past, future keeps comin’ & won’t slow to sing the blues.

Doin’ the rhumba baby, mama can’t catch us doin’ a rhumba now baby, still the man for you
Lots of dope all over the country, in every county, every borough in every state of this union
Out in back of the truck, loaded dead buck, found on road dead, got on with the good fight
Dressed, packed, froze, BBQ on & #Shine flowin’ with the rhumba steps ‘til ‘round midnight.

Bit the hook like a lame brain fish lookin’ to spawn upstream, pulled away, set the barb, jump
You mind as well lunge above the equator, 8 miles higher than the surface-slick garbage dump
Standing & leaning with my back against the wall listenin’ to the jute box rock of ages’ wax-spin
Gods and devils in the details, first or last, the flip is always the same as it’s always been, ZaZen.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 0:00 AM/PM

{ #Sit #GoodForNothing chips of philosophical wisdom sifted out of the sand of Timeless Zen Master teaching, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8T-Z1WoFXkk?si=XGtf8OKvhdLicxHo }

F I N I S (DEADEND)
W.W.A.R.D.?

https://youtube.com/shorts/gzRflio7i7U?si=Rd6L5rYRQnn8x7Mu

Coppers HICCUP again and again ad infinitum UFO identified

NOBODY ANYWHERE SEES WHAT IS INVISIBLE

*AllTooHumanKingdom*

God’s got monster humor deep within the mind’s eye of a hole-spirit
I plaid with the blocks and built what needed gravity to pull it on down
Mystery I left behind on the block in the second city from a Big Apple
Fought for dreams in heaven that dropped to the coffee grounded hill.

Points of your head and your idiot sensations of a moron, idiot or fool
Now, finally aware that your parental supervision was lacking survival

 No skill taught too young, uncool to be a square in a triangular circle
Boiling hot or rock-hard frozen ice, all nature of a fool’s cess’ pool.

Consume & defecate, once you’re free from a womb until a deathbed
You’re intellectual curiosity satisfied once rigor mortis sets you dead
Ego or personality that expressed your presence, dissolved in the air
My love, a lack of care for Life on Earth, existence as such, orphaned.

Humming like a bird’s rapid beating wings, my engine is primed to act
In a play, a game, for reality is nothing but that, it’s a phenomenal fact
Allies turn into preposterous enemies, sons & daughters of all heroes
Courtesy motors, courtesy groceries all just hand-outs for bold foes.

Complicated mess of ordering things from atom to heavenly bodies
Washed, scrubbed clean of bacteria and viral infections clinging fleas
Shame on you, shame on me, shame on the first & the last of the free
Kites flyin’ and the lead is heavier than a ton of rock and rolling glee.

Must leave on a last gasp, gone not forgotten, just way gone, far away
Mighty fog covering the Truth, a necessary & sufficient argument ploy
To be or not to be in peace between wars, fun playing good vibrations
Opportunity knocks if you arrest your attention upon mortal godsons.

Barter your days & nights without your last confession, don’t speak it
Word that sounds like O & M in a drawn-out hum until it all rattles spit
In or out of rattlesnakes’ seven holes, eyes, ears & lips, two too much
Pens and stylus incursive scribbles on paper-thin 8x12 such & such.

Colors to the colorblind are the spelling and sound of words, B&W TV
Everywhere you see, if you’re colorblind is all there is of this worldly

 Things themselves in one form or another, micro-macroscopic pixels
Apes maintaining it, grooming enhanced survival of the stinkin’ hells.

Without soap and water, without the cover-up anti-fish bobber floats
We’d all be alone in our own odorific scent that nobody can ever feel
Between sheets or in a million permutations of the screws & lug bolts
You sleep, dream & you gotta roll with the tires & a quicksilver wheel.

That being said, whatever it was I can’t recall, a moment in time heals
Who knows why Earth of the sun’s solar system revolves in orbitals
Ideals come & go with the weather which is annoying yet quite quaint
Monsters ghost you in your bed, they’re in your head, all-woke saint.

Monument tower above the babbling people who can’t get along well
Extinction of the species requires existence, and that ship has sailed
What we have here’s a failure to express the meaning of decrepit dead
At one point, all points bulletin repeats ad infinitum, rings Hell’s Bell.

Looking glass mirror shattered into a million pieces, puzzled far apart
From the original One image into a mirage of two failed sacred hearts
Then from two, a geometric progression up to a zillion bytes of charm
Subatomic free radicals open the door, here we come, we mean harm!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XI, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Keep your hat on, dribbled out while jammin’ to #VanillaFudge #KeepMeHanginOn link @  https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=uape6ko1TpR1nbYi }

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