#F-47 ARTISTIC LICENSE SUSPENDEED IN THIN AIR, FOREVER & TODAY! ROBERT ZIMMERMAN & THE TEMPTATIONS #SkunkworksMythology #ICantSeeItAtAll #F-47 FLIGHT 341 RHAPSODY IN BLUES

AS ABOVE, SO WHAT BELOW?

Don't blame me for the things I cannot control that happen to us all, go ahead

Blame me anyway for all of the effects of every cause under the sun, it's dead

Soul and spirit that did not survive the flatline of the EKG, it was over, all over

Nothing like a ghost floating into another dimension, to see happiness forever.

Being adult and avoiding the childhood fairy tales of our ancestry, just do it

If you have your senses & utilize logic & reason, conclusions will deduce I

One immortal one that you & only you are, can't be uncertain about a fit bit

A maneuver required it, it was the only option to succeed, a divine white lie.

Beer and wine, not to mention the spirits distilled by heated concoction high

Onto the gist of the whole shebang, where angels all fear to go, a God on nigh

Hits below and above your belts, knowing the feeling you've recalled yet again

Harm or first aid applied before y'all give up the ghost, it's academic mortal sin.

Fear of whatever Nothing is when it all comes down to Everything, in Time

Moment by infinite seconds measuring the forms and matter droppin' a dime

Upon our heads, within & without the skull, all in the bones, damaged tumors

Alive and well in the yin & yang present moving from future to past's doors.

Your words ring in my ears or maybe it's just the tinnitus or tell-tale heartbeat

You know, only you do and I know too, the Truth cannot keep you in a seat

Sat as long as allowed by the condition you've dropped into, hello & farewell

Golden Rule absorbed into the plethora, dream was a dream Eden's holy hell.

If and only if a conclusion is absolutely true, then the premises are true too

There are no alternatives to this undeniable truth about the nature of Reality

Why we're all breathing in the gas & exhaling the gas, for a short time, see

Or even if blinded by the light, your intellect unveils the Truth, it is Blues.

Afterlife is either somewhere or nowhere, only for the living on Earth's orb

No other planets of this Sun nor planets orbiting any star in the infinity blur

None of them have living, animate, aerobic & anaerobic mutations of Darwin

Life on Earth, as y'all know, as they say, that's a dream in a dream, a win-win.

Gone far away from the first place we all started from, ahead is behind a door

No lock, no latch to open it, shut tight to keep the hands off of the hot redwood

Yet, there it was and still is, a barrier keeping the chafe outside on the loop's rim

Fly away to grab a piece of a cosmic pizza, it's like a frisbee, returnin' to him.

Inner sanctum imploded then exploded, a holy and empty space between stars

Each of the ones compiled into the many with no gravitational collapse of cars

Instead of the far side there was the near-sighted way-too-far side, a boomerang

Of the mice & men who originated from bacteria & viruses, Singularity's fang.

Bygones won't be identical to get even with karma, you owe & can't payback

Rest in peace, rest assured you will not unless your slate is clean as hot crack

Monsters under beds or just in heads, reality is your own projection, a godson

It is done, crosstraffic uphill, lived & died in L.A., above & below my six gun.

Instilled through random recombinant RNA, here we are, thank God for biology

Helped the understanding of the weird & unexplainable behavior of evil humanity

Nothing personal, facts of life my father advised me, he's in heaven with Jesus' city

Afterlife itself, being a Top Secret place in Space to incarnate in a heavenly body.

Excuse my rhythm and rhyme, it's nothing personal, as I may have said, I reiterate

I began with blind faith, unbelievable schtick from all too human, a fake vertibrate

I'm sayin' what I mean; meanin' what I say, each Spaceman & Spacewoman knows

You're born conceived in a breed created from Nothingness, maybe protozoa holes.

In every case, if you read English & understand the Word being elucidated ala One

Then it's if and only if you have faith or 'jump' to an irrational, induced conclusion

Meaning you may be one of the only conscious entities on Earth who know Truth

As above it is, so below it is as well, mi amigo here in Space & now Time forsooth.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-4-MMXXVI Anno Domini  6:54 AMPST

{ Chopped off of the old block yesterday, finished this AM on 9/5 Samedhi, for the minions awaiting the WORD made FLESH to DWELL amongst US while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum album.  CHEERS~  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NO howdy doody DUMMY, I AIN'T THE ONE!

ONTO THE BAD NEW DAZE, CRIME NEVER PAYS RIP DOLLY PARTON ONTO CIELO MiDolly #DownSouthJukin #GoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynyrd

DON'T KICK THE BABY, KEEP IT IN MIND!

It's all about the baby, man!  First rule is to Never, ever kick the baby

Nobody allows a baby to be kicked, even if it's a stranger with a lady

There is nothing more upsetting than recalling your own face whacks

When the adults in the room believed they'd teach me a lesson, facts.

Pretending that knowledge is wisdom, mere deception inherited by Eve

Adam too would never see the Truth comin', Adam & Eve went to town

No looking back since they knew they were sentenced to mortality's own

Stepmothers & stepfathers stepped in when an intercourse yielded a peeve.

Courage and fear prove nothing once you resemble a corpus dillecti form

As the bitter ending of each of our animated existences, it's bait, a worm

It enters any hole big enough to allow it's force, then infiltrates it all too

Before you know it, you find the Truth was told, all y'all be singin' blue.

From the 1st moment we realize as a child,  miscreant adults are two-faced 

No matter in any form remains for long, facts of life steal all of our grace

Like it or not, baptize the whole world & the species will still opt extinct

Bright mind burnt out of the DNA back in 2030 A.D. future shock in synch.

Give me no regard once the world blows it's planetary flight, it'll be all over

Nobody knows it but they will come to know it once they see it, a hot lover

It's a requirement for the species' survival, zombies can't reproduce the IQs

Lucky to have had a chance to give my power back to a Sonny's hot squeeze.

Hold 'em in Texas or just let the spades, clubs & hearts fly off with diamonds

Fire burns until all fuel runs out, that's the magic & you know when it's gone kids

A larger than life hole in the middle of your soul, call it broken, holy heated show

Brought a knife to a gunfight again, but I still won, once again, I used a low blow.

Beer and Black Jack whiskey replaced the rye, gin & vodka, no mistake, I left

Not physically but in my mind, detached from my historical recorded memory

I knew that life, existence from conception to death meant less than funny jokes

I need some desire, I desire what I need but I'm nearly already gone, it's all folks.

Follow the angels up, up and away even if you don't want to, you have to, me too

It's finished just like it was before you knew the difference between good & evil

Joy gets us over graceless disappointments, the End is a falling star over the hill

Hope you get the whole picture soon, now would be perfect, a shaded royal blue.

Performance of your engine is critical to nothing more than the last gasp of gas, so

Do what ever you do as well as you can & have nothing left in the tank I can't tow

If you don't use it all, you'll lose it all, it's the fact of life nobody denies, just blow

Lips together & bring the air from your lungs up & pump it through a teeny hole.

Brooms and mops left to clean up the mess of leftover parties, it's a hit supernova

Imploding into the Singularity before or after midnight, I slip into the hit plethora

Spheres and cubes of six sides bring the DNA & RNA into the gold rush of coloma

Peering the impossible both within & without you, Nothing is the star of the show.

Living in the spinning top that doesn't give up the ghost, keeps the spark in tight

You find what I've found if you duplicare the rotation, all ghosts will take flight

Design the rules, there's a beginning & end to the game, fair game even for cheats

Knowing every fact known and everything unknown creates God's divine meats.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1533 hours

{ I was still tucked in THE Womb on this day in 1951 A.D., in 2 days I'd be born, a nativity I don't recall, a royal flush IMHO, my mama does!  TY MAMA! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P.  DOLLY PARTON XOXO

AIN'T NO PLACE FOR NO HERO @BigSMO @SANTANA @Eagles @Madonna #bBACK

I AM @GROOT & SHE IS @MADONNA

  This is a LINK TO:  My Trilogy of Poetry on Amazon

SLIP INTO ‘IT’ & GIVE IT UP!

Darker angels were in the outfield helping me judge the pop-ups and line drive hoppers 

Neither or both times you’ve come to Earth to live it up, a good life of routine big toppers 
Divinity tie has a notion that there’s a need for the love potion, angel of grace, a bud opens 
Aligned with the stars, which are the most fit of the red giants and white dwarves, the spins. 

The day before our conception, there was either love or lust for the creation-formed planet 
Shift on the axis, wobble around to & fro, a short time or a long time makes little difference 
To the minions and the spirits that fly out of nowhere in the light, hidden in broad daylight 
Park your carcass right where it is, as you’ve outgrown it, need it no more in heaven’s fight.

Drunks step into the same river twice and distort the Truth which is lost in veracity forever 
Divine or human, copy the good, bad & ugly because it’s all there is for a billionaire nudge 
As above, so below, a rung call again, words in the world of my ancestors & descendants 
Subject and object with a predicate, long wind through small pipes, metaphysical wisdom.

Human speed or godspeed is your choice, you have a free will that you wish you could lose 
Blaming your behavior on anybody else but yourself, that’s a trick, a process of bamboozle 
In between your left & right hemispherical mind, there is a nerve formation linked to Zion 
Apes’ forms in a myriad of random, natural selection results, come & go by a million eons.

Peer review the decisions you’ve made based on your training, approaching perfection, son 
Mirror of your front & back, 2 dimensions that can only be all too human, I await a blessing 
Fear that I’ll miss a cue to get out of the supernatural haunting coming on strong, tick-tock 
I know, you know, we all know, a doubt leads to wisdom, your honor divinity in a deep dive.

Monkeys with a purpose, too human without one, such a canard, nobody knows it though 
In the deep end of the bottomless sea of H2O, potentially nothing at all, dump into a Void 
Pushing into a higher degree gave me a headache, pulsing, throbbing visions, sacred cow 
Bum, junk user due to dead eyes wide-opened that see nothing post death, learn to blow.

It only hurts when I am awake and breathing in and out, doesn’t make me laugh, it hurts too 
LOLs comin’ from deep down in my soul, my spirit is sanctified by the sacraments, in blue 
Commitments being paid back for the adoration of my station in the food chain, I’m stoked 
Feel it deeply, listen to a voice, kill all lights, singularity using gravitational collapse invoked.

Are you sure you don’t want to know all lies that have been disguised as the Truth? Last call 
A secret is no longer hiding in the heavenly shadows darker than the black star’s singularity 
Flying into the plethora, the whole story from the beginning to the bitter end of the protocol 
Signify your mind, your body and soulfulness of the spirit, God tricked Adam, made a hole. 

Bared the smooth or hairy skin for the autopsy while still living & breathing, damn the aliens 
It’s like human scientists teach all students in high schools & higher, dissect all the minions 
For the love of the gods, if there are any left over from the ice age, it is the place for no hero 
Home in place in Space, where Time began to tick moments of Justice’s pigham sammich.

Lonely roads you & I have walked & driven upon, some dirt, some asphalt and Earthbound 
Hunger for the love of the embraces you used to throw to me, before you died into a corpse 
Load for me to recall every time I visit/revisit the graves, below the topsoil, all I’ve ever said 
Blame is on me, I’m responsible for original sin, a climax of heaven on Earth’s dirty ground.

Blood spilled during the love, for the good of the species’ survival, pure strength survives It 
Every step from infancy to adult stages, this natural planet of the Big Bang throws a hussy fit 
For the sake of the good, the bad & the ugly, the beautiful are a mere misfit of the mutation 
Nothing has light but you can’t see it, it’s UV or infrared out-of-sight, hippy style, Big Surfin’.

Buying the wares that the traders want for your oil and gold, it’s what culture is all about, so 
Go from here on out, to your fathers’ mothers inherited culture, stay alive until your last huff 
Dream that your existence is more than it is, an accident that looks like an intended fiasco 
Truth bombs being dropped from the Ghost Train that flies above and below where gods go.

Hard or soft rockin’, all words that are agreed upon clicks, grunts & huffs, just a shady noise 
Gathered in a smaller space than a Dewey decimal point, Love is red flow in the heart, boys 
With the backbeat of the heartbeat, there’s a rhythm and a rhyme, sometimes more or less 
Goody goody, a rascal’s exposure to O2 gas of the sphere to a final suck of wind, goodness.

Matter and the Energy resulting from its incineration, it all comes down to the denominator

 Ludicrous as the first and last woman who bore Mankind, fire and the leftover ash is all of it 
Blind faith in unknown mystery isn’t the Truth, it’s a jumped conclusion, a mythos’ anomaly 
Pride in being a part of the masses with cheap-ass sunglasses, got some, all good, I’m fine.

Bring a knife to a gunfight, fine for all escrimaderos; you all need nothing but a rattan club 
Grab a knife, a sword and a machine that could be a cyborg, obviously, 12 moves & passes 
There is no defense other than an identical dance, as indulging in combat without glasses 
Pumping and distracting from the actual blow & silver-back ape scare, pounding chest rub.

Legs and arms know their way around the Space & Time occupied by the free forms of Evil 
Just the opposite of the ugly and the good, Live spelled backwards is Evil, it’s all y’all folks 
Nothing else in the universe other than you, myself & everybody else I know as well, 2 jokes 
We’re a step away from the ending of the story we each share on this battle of Bunker Hill.

You had to know and I had to tell you the answer to the proverbial question, nobody asked it 
Who is in charge here? You’re your leader or I’ll assume you don’t have one, you lost it, chit 
Bums and junkies crawled into their cocoon for safety and clearance from the target of prey 
Build something where there was nothing, death says, give it up baby, get ready yesterday!

by 
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed this out to the JAMZ of @ZZTop #ChromeSmokeAndBBQ on YouTube link
@ https://youtu.be/lRGPp0F98iA?si=SU1mCxD6McRz26F0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

DAMN BABE, THAT WAS A COLD ONE! @EricChurch #EnterTheDragon @BruceLee #Sensai #ChilledFathers'DAZE'

BLOODY DNA RECONNOITERED,

FOR THE PLETHORA

Freedom appears to be liberty hidden from tyranny, a woman’s right to execute an abortion

Last gasp of hot wind that gets past our lips is all we can hope for, man, life lives to shorten

I’m drooling at the plethora beginning on a trip to drink @Hamms & @Schlitz brew smells

Boys will be boys, and it gives you guts to do chit you’d never do runnin’ & ringin’ bells.

Your people on the block knew who you were, idiot, but you didn’t read Dostoevsky yet

Much later in life than 15 years old, but at least by the time you turned 75, all above It all

Singing about lost love because you had to move away from obedience to another Will

Power the species which directs another’s will by hook or crook; it’s a blessing roadkill,

Put some change into the juke box and play some Brooks & Dunn to set souls free

Out of the blue and into the black, above the skies of grey, there’s nothing at all to see

Yet you think that there’s an afterlife somewhere outside of your body & mind in error

No fault meant by the reality of the way things are and the First Cause of Being failure.

Hard foul on the court, penalty and fines become the one and only thing that’s solid chit

There are some young and some old people alive on the planet who have no idea what’s up

I got lucky a few nights in my teenage years, and I had five or six kids in Chicago, all far away

I was no bright, young, Catholic boy, a C-minus student at best, before I joined the VN War.

Why couldn’t we have been friends like every other stranger we ran into? All meant to be

Whether this is the life of each one of us & then it’s all over for everyone, no Valhalla above

Or that this Life is a testing place for the angel wings we’ve never used, didn’t need to fly

We had planes and jets with fossil fuel to move around in Time & Space, until y’all just die.

Buried bones and ashes cast asunder for the love of might and the minions who follow a fight

No need to call out the sound of the Word, it is what it’s always been & what it’ll always be

Just a step in the sequence of origin to destination, as an X rocket ship mirrors our solo flight

Friends or not, we’re the same mud, blood, sweat and tears from the motherlode, queen bee.

With due diligence and the care you’d give to your own true self, if you only knew who “It Is”

Dance quick or slow with or without the sound of the Word, it’s a Way of being out of the jizz

Again, my parents paid for a solid twelve years of parochial assimilation to the liturgical creep

Comin’ before you were at the age of reason to object to the misanthropic cornucopian deep.

Bring a knife to a gunfight if you don’t mind not surviving past the holy bullet hole or cut/slice

From the enemy of the heroes we call brothers-in-arms, they’re comin’ for the children of ICE

Beer brewed for our inebriation, not to mention the spirits of the fruit of the loom, slo gin fizz

In a dream, within a dream, ad infinitum, so empty as a zero, that you believe in Zeus & Osiris.

Bright light, kill the lights, smooth road, broken asphalt & bones, it’s night and day you hotrod

Believe what you know is true, if you don’t know it, then don’t believe it, a sceptic, oh my God

Nobody teaches the things they don’t know about, knowledge sought after, nobody teaches it

Heart & soul, inside, nay outside, as you were, so above, as below, God blocking our starlight.

Meaning nothing by the tone of voice I allow to escape my throat, it’s loud yet clear as a bell

Subjects and objects predicated just to watch the miracle unfold, saying what you mean, Hell

And meaning what you say when you say it, sing it or shout it out, as long as it’s the WORD

Tone and length of the note stretched into the mating ritual with the notation of the absurd.

Inside the cold turkey, there’s some hot giblet gravy, but nobody knows until the bird’s cut up

It all comes down to the brass tacks used at the very beginning of the coup d’ete in the big top

You know the Truth, you will die, but you can’t guess when, which day or night of the futures

We all knew it was denied, occult knowledge, a wise move to remain insanity’s membrane.

Olden or good ol’ days become the memory of the dead & gone, living survivors deaf & dumb

It’s not their fault, they wouldn’t be capable of accepting any responsibility for the obligation

To the humanity or the inhumanity, the spirits in the sky salute you, those about to rock some

From reflective sunlight, a shining black sea, coast to coast with fire engine blare, a mortal sin.

To bet your life on your uncertainty that you’ll be a spirit alive after your corpse is burnt up

Or even if it’s infused with formaldehyde or wet chicken feathers, like a philosopher in a cage

Smaller than what you & I are able to see with the eyesight 20/20 more or less, turn the page

It’s all over except you don’t know it yet, Future’s a sax blowin’, you’re in a deep fake outrage.

In the middle of the raging river current, you tried to backstroke upstream, all high on hopes

All's above and below the phony show under the covers of reality, accept or be the prison dopes

Bloody 7Up water drained into a sewer hole, blew my mind, God’s too, a defecation of the dead

That’s all cosmic slop of legend, WORD can’t describe the actual, thing itself, God’s in duh bed.

by

r j j stephan, i

  ( sorry, daddio )

c. Mercredi, June XVII^th, MCMLXXII Anno Domini @ 00:01 AMPST

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

GOD in HEAVEN

#CHECKyourself #Santana #Winwood #Satriani #Church YOU GOIN'? #KennyWayneShephard #KidROCK #ACDC LIVE at Donnegan #HELLSbells

DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY

Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too 
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two 
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears 
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please? 
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies 
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did 
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.

Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it 
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script 
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride 
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.

In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void 
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid 
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie 
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.

Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face 
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans 
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations 
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.

Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad 
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace 
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie 
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high. 

Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in 
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin 
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical 
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.

On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony 
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals, with the pucks and footballs in the end zone of easy money 
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.

Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so 
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow 
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on 
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.

As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me 
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival 
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of 
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.

Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation 
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin 
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws 
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues.

Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.

 

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen  #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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