#ApplesOfPureWisdom #ShootinCoonSmiles #LetsMoveTheParty #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne @RUSH #HITS

#WorldWormsOrignalSins

CARRION REVERSED DNA  PREDATOR RULES

I found some things that all people threw out as refuse, trash & garbage, black diamonds

For no reason at all, there’s a back story from beginning to end that sounds like mortal sins

Eating apples of wisdom & creating secret societies to hide from the Kings’ & Queens’ ruling

So, thrust your hands deep into the crevice of the slate plates, it’s an earthquaking thing.

Finding all you’ve ever wanted since the day you were born, it’s back home to the darkness

No light in a womb or light in deep space, homecoming for all & more where it came from

I know what I’ve always known, the Truth, I forgot about it and it came right back in a dream

Tears that cried out of my eyes came without a warning, no onions or sad news upstream.

All above is the same as below, on an imaginary plane, orbit a burning atomic bomb in time

Days are the spins back to nights, revolutionary orbit of the system of the ups and downs

Head count, billions more or less, if we were worms for the fishermen to high on the fjords

Aliens are merely the unfamiliar, unknown out of sensory perception & minor major chords.

Peeps through a tiny hole in a fence yields the scenes nobody cares to see for free, curtains

We all gotta go sometime, if you’re lucky nobody will require your deadly self-defense pins

Walking softly and carrying a big stick works more often than not, it’s an element of surprise

If a bully or an evil spirit from a ditch, attempts to unleash havoc, I end the intent, evil sighs.

With or without a confidence, my body grooves into the required presence, then goes caput

Power moved the objects back to their original nature, innocent and benign for all output

Standing tall, upright except for a pain stabbing in my one bad leg, it’ll be just fine, I’m high

Before we all were born, this planet existed, I believe, it’ll still be here when we croak & die.

Pills and smoke in the air to assuage the savage beast’s mental & physical perturbations

Hell’s got no muddy or dirty lining, it’s imaginary as a fear of heights, all mortality signals

Reminding us all, some forget about it & some don’t, stay awake never woke as mongrels

Walk through fire is where I draw the line, burns don’t heal, I ain’t doin’ it, punish my sins.

Nobody is somebody else or maybe it’s me or you, a nobody with no idea to draw in sand

Bonding and detachment have their uses, tools to assist the production of Love & Bliss

All of it was mine to imbibe so that’s what I did, down the hatch & out the back patch kiss

Around 360 degrees more or less, repetitive circular jerk of empty space, evidence at hand.

Laughing at the jokes while there’s still time to groove, sooner or later somebody will rise

Up or down, in and out, it’s what they told us when they didn’t know anything about it all

Time to go, tick tock on the clock or digits warping zero to nine & every digit of the free fall

As if you jumped off of a cliff because the murderers chased you without free choice lies.

On the way down, Earth becomes closer than it’s ever been since childbirth’s conception

I am using clear language that cannot be misinterpreted by the good, the bad or the ugly

Sacrosanct of the sacro-sanctions is the infraction against suicide of the inner ghost flip

An unmoved mover began the whole shebang, what’s left but the universe’s battleship.

Ringing bells to signal the things that are important to flash to the living, dead don’t care

You cannot awaken the dead no matter how loud the noise is, play it loud here and there

Finding the diamonds in the rough is the whole point, a game with rules to break or follow

Above & below, it’s One & Many things all at once, Time, Space in & out, I’m all of It, Bro!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XIII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #InTheGroove

{ Crafted this from the chit that’s leftover from the Big Bang, while jammin’ to #TheCompleteSTAXVoltSingles1959To1968 link @ https://youtu.be/4hINCqqUc8Q?si=tSVRh3BB9nJObyJP & @JimmyBuffett with @JesseWinchester @AlanTrousant on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8KRHtQNUDK4?si=uT39CM5xOlXIjtbU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MindYourOwnBusiness #MYOB #DoNotDisturbPeaceOnEarth

WHEN THE SUN SINKS DOWN

OVER THE WATER

CARRION KILLS FOR ALL EAGLETS & PUPS

From the bottom of my little ol' heart, there's a spark alit & if you KNOW then you know it all

In any quadrant of the 3rd dimension, there's an infinite number of points equal to infinity

All of the four separate but equal like every human being & other life forms short and tall

Whereever you've been and whenever you get the dawn getting golden exposing humanity.

I've no axe to grind, I've been head of an extinct gang of Gaydroid's existence without fear

At eight miles high above the planet Earth's north wind and too hot to handle, holy hot fire

Not only is the Truth accurate but also it's a distortion of what it is, as temptations of balls

Somebody is anybody you know or not, famous, unknown and unrecorded on cave walls.

All of y'all have known these facts of life since y'all were almost thirteen, eyes wide opened

Innocence stolen right out of nowhere, didn't even know of the guilty pleasure until I said

What in the name of the creator of heaven and Earth is goin' on with this climactic, fat head

What would you do if this happened to you?  Put yourself in my place, a letter I will send.

It says nothing you'd ever heard of, it's not a repeatable experiment, trust nobody hotrods

The other choice is don't trust anybody, trust noone alive on Earth or on a satellite in Space

Causes and effects aren't the same with the gravitational & orbital forces, invisible as gods

Never believe you'll discover the Truth when you die, you gotta find it while alive in a face.

Your cups of tea may or may not be identical, high probability the cups are of china & usa

Places in Space in the dimensional volume, visited or not, all created out of us all essay

Punks on the corners or garage clubhouses in or out of the farmland & blackboard jungle

Where babies of illegitamacy and the shrapnel of the incidental, poriferal damage bugle.

Hit the high notes and sink down fast in the quicksand B flats and F sevenths & sharp E

Up and down the scale of the Do's Re's & Me's it goes above as below, A, B, C,D,E,F,G

You can't make this scat up man, but this is the way it is, the logrhythm causes the run

Worrisome only if you forget the facts of life, that will bring you upon the doom, not fun.

Y'all give me three more steps than I've ever had before to get clear of the back door

I'm not gonna lie to you like I've lied to myself to preserve my tenative sanity, heretofor

Scared & fearing for my life & trembling like buds on a bush, big bully gave me the door

Hence, my trackless exit couldn't be followed by the best private dick, starin' down a .44.

Anyhow, all things are the way they are for some eternal reason, it's not my wheelhouse

All I have is the conscious awareness inherited by the grace of a God, the gods or Apes

Don't shoot the messenger with your arrows or bullit rounds, I'd rather cut the rug tonight

With or without Linda Lou, man, I know I said it before but well, excuse me, I need a bite.

I asked the bully if he wanted to go have some pizza or just give me 3 steps to the door

Instinctual charm that saved my life, nearly lost with no trace, confessional barroom floor

Must have had it locked in my DNA, I didn't know I coud run that fast on concrete or tar

But I believe I did the 100 yard dash in 9.4 seconds, give or take 5 tiks to my Camaro car.

The only possible way to catch my flight is that I exceed my limitation, spine, brain-mind

Dead man's curve or counter-clockwise on the track, I'm a man who cares as a 3rd kind

Close encounter with the favors I've owed from the past incarnations, all evened up now

Zero owed and zero lent, feels like FREEDOM, as God's ICBM is about to blow and glow.

The failsafe is two isolated wills to power agreeing on annhilating the civilized & astral ash

No reason to fret about this realization, it'll happen even if you totally forget about the cash

Cause has cleared the palat and now awaits recognition to repeat doom ad infinitum ala run

No escape today or tomorrow, couldn't have done it yesterday, it's a twilight zone's 6 gun.

Mean what you say, I'll know what you mean, ain't nothin' stoppin the Many from being One

Regarding the light and the darkness when it's gone behind a blue blocker, still cunning son

Knowledge and any wisdom we may glean from the raw matter & energy, life is but a dream

Messenger alogrhythm aligns Mercury with Jupiter and a drop down menu says, I Am Him!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February 11th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked open this egg while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #ThatSmell & primavera classics on youTube link @https://youtu.be/nG0GjjakjaU?si=paHv4t4r73hgiSTD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WINNING #Carlos_Devadip0Santana

FEDERAL EXPRESS ROCKS

DO 'IT' AGAIN & AGAIN AD INFINITUM

 YOU GOT IT NOW!

I don’t give a flyin’ hoot if you’re in Georgia or New Mexico, it’s academic

All wisdom of Wisconsin and the gold of California can’t be a pussy or dick

From gods that can’t die to the ones sentenced to Hades for eternity’s sips

From the cup that overflows with the whining babies who sail on the ships.

 

Keep skippin’ to my Lou, it really never mattered at all, ever & won’t forever

Been there where you’re at for a spell, decades before the dawn blazed days

Nights covered by the spinnin’ ball of dirt that can’t face a burnin’ star blaze

As above, good lovin’ comes down to the many from the One, it’s love fades.

 

It wasn’t there, then it appeared and disappeared in a blink’s passing ships

In the darkness of the night, Earth spins it’s back to the darkness, star sips

Common or not, find the middle road to travel away from monsters seen

Passed away hours ‘til I completely passed away, yeah you know it’s routine.

 

Sweet love in the midnight, laid down between silk sheets with softer skin

Great or less than zero, it’s all the same, nights and days, you & I’re all in

Done once I’ve finished, I do it again for the hell of it, no reason to repeat it

Over and over, over and over, imagine that, never change the load of s#itz.

 

Company and corporations that exude from its premier, in for the duration

Satisfaction is not the main thrust of existence, adapting to a mortality’s sin

Being alive, being born and dying at the end, in a minute or century survive

When you survive, you’ll enjoy the essence of being or it’s caput & you dive.

 

From the high-dive, 10 meters from the surface of white water turned blue

From painted pool’s concrete, clear liquid appears as illusionary lapis lazuli

Keep the hammers pounding nails into the wood, satisfy the carpenter ants

Building contraptions from the mental inventions, cultural prayer & chants.

 

Fire first, ashes last and that’s all of it, between  matter that evolves a blood

Where the original DNA donor is, remains to be seen, it’s mythological, God

All things you love & hate came in placenta afterbirth, conceived in plethora

Disappears in front of your eyes, magic after all, circular box of ol’ Pandora.

 

Brought a knife to a gunfight but it was more lethal than the bullets & beans

Slicing things that bleed much more humanely than gunshots to blue jeans

Pouring out all the wisdom from the heart and soul, Nothing’s leftover here

Now at this time, Earth’s wobbling & spinning yarns, I need a cold Bud beer.

 

Hold up your hands, this is a robbery, give me your valuables, watch & cash

I know you know that I know you’re as good as dead, therefore kill me first

Self-defense from It, attempting to stop your breath & heart from beating

It’s death and there’s no skull or skeleton or scythe for this reaper’s sting.

 

Separation from the things that you’ve accepted as Living not Dying in sin

Mortal or original, this ruse of obedience to invisibility and divine foreskin

Love rockin’ with the hammers pounding wood together, state separations

In the end, another locked home on the block, ghosts at home takin’ spins.

 

Race is on but it’s almost over right after the start, finish line ahead for all

Mortal blood flows, hoping and fearing One and the same thing, life & death

All the above and below are ethereal atomic fusion & fission, mad about life

Rocks rolled ‘til they stopped at the bottom’s burial pyre, I had an F’n ball.

 

Brought a knife to the gunfight, lethal as I was, couldn’t dodge a .44 slug

Blew my back out with a tiny spun bullet made of dead-lead’s golden bug

Mirror to see what you look like, reflection of what it is & is not what it is

Form & substance comes in ecstasy, holler loudly, it’s your bro & your sis.

 

Explode as the climax does, the culture squeezed into the ovaries to be laid

Inside jobs, evolution from nothing to something, this & that of Lass  & Lad

Bums & junk users who push poison into the genome, they’ll be extinct too

In your head-mind, known by the Unknown, God’s skies, it sucks to be Blue.

 

Beams never return once the reaper doesn’t let it repeat, I am all the dead

Exit stage left, right is always wrong hence, only one chance to get it right

Last rights you get if you’re lucky, Extreme Unction blessing of oil as a God

Sons and daughters of the dead humans are bass fishing without a fly rod.

 

You see where I came from, I know from hence you’ve come, now we know

Either Love or Lust, raped or conceived in gentle madness of a climax, slow

Survival of the species depends on this one thing, on the old Time’s Space

Wonderful as it seems, devastating as it’ll be, we all survived a human race.

 

Pick me for the team if there’s only One on a side of the Otherside, not Many

Keeping track of billions of  humanity’s sins and contributions to extinction

Only you know & I know, keep children and elders out of the loop’s thin skin

Truth is silent, if you know then you know, if not, too bad, ain’t getting’ any.

 

Hence, therefore, one more thing, last time I’ll blow God’s mind trip on acid

Conclusions are rational & reasonable to a fault, a perfect storm’s thin skin

Surround sound to pound away hours, dreaming not sleeping, I am The Kid

Last chance to surrender, I forgot it never mattered at all & what if it did?

 

Done in the morning and the evening, good sleep come morning light’s spin

Over flipping the days and nights ad infinitum, I dig it and I ain’t Gunga Din

For the sake of ones who were aborted before Life, I hear a cry to come too

No need to return favors of karma once a deed’s done, I’m lapis lazuli blue. 

by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 2^nd MMXXVI Anno Domini  @ 530 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero before I was born 8-27-1951, I’m just the messenger so don’t shoot me unless it’s @TwoFingersTequila  #SHOTS & listenin’ to #DoItAgain by the @StapleSingers link @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?si=kkCy1nSnnYTnyikN }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WastedTime @TheEagles #NoAssNoGrassNoRide @BigSmo #SurpriseSurprise #BabyIWasCominBackToGitYou #IfYouWannaComeAlongWithMe . . .

WHEN I WAS NINE,
CARL JUNG LEFT A SIGNAL

 It has been a longer time than any man or woman has ever seen since the origin
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin 
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora 
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.

Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over 
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster 
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang 
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.

Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too 
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do 
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36 
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.

Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool 
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again 
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men 
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.

Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak 
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease 
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live 
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give. 

Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays 
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days 
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares 
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.

Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable 
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table 
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being 
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing. 

Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics 
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn 
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future 
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.

Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives 
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream 
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream 
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.

If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly 
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too 
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free 
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.

Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies 
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes 
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable 
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.

Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line 
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign 
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops 
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops. 

Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so 
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow 
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it 
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit. 

Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It 
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit 
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics 
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.

Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations 
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets 
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke 
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke. 

Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk 
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away 
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk 
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day. 

I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit 
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be 
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup 
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.

Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat 
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night 
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight 
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.

Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch 
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around 
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word 
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST

{ Dripped this out the cryptic crib while jammin’ to #BlueOnBlack @KennyWayneShepherdBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v0mb0_SUx-A?si=bErMrTd0OF9WbtD3 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KORN #WordUP

@PABLO_PICASSO 

WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

by

richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

#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 }