#BurntWaterFrozenStiff #ChicagoHITSman

SLIPPED AWAY INTO AN OLD MAN’S SEA

Gods can’t see since eyes are required, blind fold the light into the Void, empty white trash

Know you are what I am, coagulation of gas, liquid & solid gold, leftover solar, all rosy rash

Pricking your pin cushion with a point that matters, straight or bent, unburdened ol’ mamas

Mental illness’ filling the RNA to transfer to the eggs and sperm in the repo-womb of papas.

Idiot moron trolls teaching freaks how to act, how behavior affects your mind’s trippin’ fuss

Priests from top to bottom, neo-conservatives, you’re on fire to be burnt for the sake of US

Lead the followers over the cliff, on the way to the smashed 208 bones, delusion remains cool

Fear itself is inside the morons educated by all morons, K-12 & beyond this mutant gene pool.

Brilliant boys and girls have rubbed a POTUS’ hair on his leg to tickle a maggoty fancy, no fun

Dougie is here too! But anyway, sickness unto death emerges every century, many to the One

Competence of One mind’s eye when in the middle of chaos, deliver a word salad, it’s all gone

On a byway to the extinction of ape species, step back to Cro-Magnon mind, all Man’s godson.

Jack ass has false teeth to keep within the tiny mouth, cry like actors who die of cigar smokes

Something is right about the present status of the world, kill the life until it’s extinct, blokes

Fear the air between your ears, out of control in the eyes of your own parents, lie down dogs

Lookin’ into my eyes, you see a sea of unknowing, revealed by accidental breach of the fog.

Bringing you out of synch one-on-one to the game, we’ll play by our own rules, no game over

Until I say so, there’s no free will or low-information choice allowed in the command tier drop

Tracing the payroll and the body parts on the frozen journey from dead to dying guy, all saved

Magic touch on my hand to your arms and face, then I hand it to you, you jump aboard, loved.

This I can tell you, what can’t be seen with naked eyes, blind men view as hum of a demigod

Infinitesimal ‘g’ expresses the real & rational, the large ‘G’ reserved for pagans It’s all but got

Everything from subatomic to macro galactic sizes of matter, all substance as above, so below

Knowledge of wisdom is insufficient for homeostasis; only distant death completes seed-sew.

Tragedy is that no Time is wasted on Comedy, laughing at all the super folly of human roasts

Boys and girls pre-teen onto the final projection of the trajectory, an underground, empty cup

Completely finalized once the last gasp blows you away from the injected venom, holy ghosts

Came & saw the way it is, the way it was & suspect the way it will always be, Big Sur surf’s up.

Brain worked from the first hunger cry in the world of air, water, and unseen concepts of gold

Not the fool’s type, the real veins descended from the pure lead, the cooled big bang untold

Pretending that the kings and shepherds of past millennia have had a handle on the Presence

Until we awaken & figure we can’t go for that bill of goods, It’s evil spelled backward, Live Ns.

It’s simply too complicated to run the deductive or inductive reasoning in a vacuum of spunk

Old ladies and old gentlemen have the no can do attitude & they can’t do it, gotta have funk

Without the essence, the rest remains preconceived in a notion; it’s the definition of the gist

Meaning that post-mortem actuality is a moot point, bliss right here & now, I am what it Is.

Beatniks and Hippies greeted the adolescent minds with revolution, then levied the taxes

On labor & inheritance, expecting more as the body ages, receiving much less for battle axes

By magic dragons or puffs of the smoke from burnt pine leaf, terps to warp the skirts of hens

So below as it was above, before & after Time’s presence, #STFU & now you know too, gents.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche May 18th MMXXV Anno Domini at 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #LeaveMeAloneImAFamilyMan by #MikeOldfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tOFarDcaGUY?si=pnw_PvxXbGdvpqv0 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

What Is Hip? Tell me if you think you know. @TowerOfPower #IdLikeToKnow #BackToTheGoodOldDaze #OnTheBorder #JamesDean

On the border, there’s no peace of mind

Which forms of possible life shapes are created upon this planet, and which forms play a skit

Question everything, proverbial conundrum answer using logic & reason yields theory knots

Knowledge and wisdom from the teenage years revolving around the sun are scarce; I forgot it

What you’ve had since your conception in the womb is a vivid hallucination of Indian ink blots.

No, there will be no elucidation of the polymorphic statements to follow, onto beg, but what if

Nothing lasts forever, and being fortunate to be present and conscious are the holy souls, all in

The atmosphere is surround sound built to foster the illusion that Nothing is something to spin

No need to become a beast of burden, as I watch a monster herd plunge off of a dead-end cliff.

Sixteen years around the sun and suddenly a few decades later you’re runnin’ down eighty plus

It’s just luck that allowed my presence to remain above ground, take my word for it, I’d be dust

In or out of the military service didn’t matter to me; danger was everywhere I went to visit y’all

This or that side of the Pacific Ocean, my water under the bridge, my arse rolled into an 8-ball.

The category of the substance is the shape and form of the subatomic reactions here and now

When we die, as all life does, you will either be blacked out of light or soul-jump a time zone

Hardball or softball must be thrown, caught, or hit by a wooden bat; only you & I know it’s true

Never see the Truth with blinded eyes, know the Truth inside your heart & soul, sky god all blue.

Whiskey & Rye close the deal, what was for sale is bought, hook, line & sinker for cold hard cash

It becomes divided when you’re one solid piece is broken by a tragedy you can’t delete & dash

Deeply unconscious beyond being awakened by a noise from the environment, the ego is dead

Neither the superego nor the id has any presence either; it’s extinction, go to sleep, go to bed.

Wind at our backs once the awareness becomes the grave we’re buried in, underground or not

This life after death will not allow recollection of life before death; nobody will recall their robot

It’s a bit cruel for the ones who put their time into blind faith & the prophets of doom or reward

For being obedient to a standard of morality, to be a good human being who does no evil ever.

Treating every life form as if they are you & you must survive the threat of extinction of all of us

What I am is what I am, a being breathing in and out for the duration of my transitory existence

An empty mind at first filled to the hilt with nonsense to the apex alpha male, Australopithecus

Epic tragedy & comedy becoming both absurd & everything there is, ain’t no god in any of us.

Horrible as above as it is below, empty outer space of heavenly ether’s stayin’ alive is sacrosanct

Jump or don’t jump, wait, what? I’ll survive a fall, nobody survives a room on fire, BBQ smack

Advent or Lent won’t save your soul, Adamic & Evealicious apple on a wisdom-free snake tree

Evolved calculus, existential realist be damned, 10 commandment trippin’, yielded immortality.

Bagged and packaged for resale, you will love the finale of the comedy and the tragedy, all good

Nevermore will it ever be necessary to fabricate the Truth, no hiding from the killers of the food

Reality parsed into subjects and objects for predication, all names of people, places & hotrods

One cell bacteria and viruses all with the code for survival, a perennial safe place for One God.

Ghetto at the bottom of the mountain returns to the bottom of the sea, Earth’s wobbling, amen

Could have and would have if I might have had the opportunity that was knocking at my indoor

Outdoor movies kept my attention for 10 minutes, maybe 20, before I headed for a concession

Those girls were some daughters of some mothers and fathers I had never usually met in prison.

Ants and the other insects were here before mankind, before the primates arrived by accident

A mutation due to radiation means everything is everything, today, yesterday, every single day

You developed faith and hope and charity, yet you’re still a hopeless sceptic, love with intent

Fruit in the garden attracts the rats and roaches, paradise gets creepy, crawling vermin to play.

Thunder’s down under the direct objects, you’ll see the lightning first, then it’s bam and boom

A sign that there’s something more to life than just me fulfilling me, my needs and wants soon

Thinking I’m not gonna live forever, mortality is my forte, I know the Truth and I’ve no reprieve

Song of Delaney & Bonnie, intrigue in a loop, #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow, don’t refuse to believe.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March 9th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Tricked my psyche into this hoax of saying something about nothing for 900 words or less while listenin’ to @DelaneyAndBonnie #OnlyYouKnowAndIKnow on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/O0EJAzTmo9w?si=bfEmizI_RzGCsqJ6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Muse.

#TakeMeBackToTheGoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder @SANTANA #TheSensitiveKin

MY HIGH SCHOOL FLING, 

BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS

CALL EXTINCTION SUPPLY & NO DEMAND CUZ,

 X MARKS THE SPOT 

In the final encore, the house lights turn into sunlight, hollow & naked too

You yourself are the only one anywhere in your afterlife’s consciousness, so

Do what you can now to make your trip on Earth worthwhile, this is all sweet

A momentary lapse of reason discovered the meaning of Good & Evil, Xtweet.

Champagne taste and beer money require ingenuity to satisfy the denial of it all

Begin with rock and roll, twist & burn the lettuce, snag a Schlitz & find a flat rock

Near the river runs down to the ocean, a place in Space soon to disappear to sea

A deluge of water released from the dam rushed to push me & the rest stone free.

Pierce the target, living or not, practice for the reality coming without any warning

Gone fishin’ since that final day of workin’ for the Man and Woman in charge, ding

Bells are going off everywhere, and the gods have released the hounds for hunting

Wool & cotton are fine, but you can deal without them, if and only as I lay dying.

What’s the most important thing about the life you’ve found to be way gone at sea

Is it real living after death with no body of skin & bones? I ain’t afraid of no ghosts

Don’t speak for me, follow the logic of deduction & arrive at the same conclusions

Shake the dice and play the hands we were dealt before we could excrete neatly.

In an urn or casket, if & only if you’re lucky, not so much if it’s a virus’s sandman

Hope and Charity fill the whole frame with representations of the accurate hand

A swan swims on a pond until a predator ruins the whole day, a volunteer or force

Girl of mine, you hear words & misunderstand, it’s clever, wry humor in discourse.

Change not unless it’s a necessary & sufficient reason, of intended consequences

Nevertheless, every proposition deduced is a part of the whole Truth, all 6 senses

See, hear, smell/taste, get the Truth out by language & answer in pig-Latino ghosts

Blood's full of remarkable trips I took from dawn to sundown, I saw 99 signposts.

I always knew that everything was everything; it’s a tautological fact of life, as well

Beats of drums and melodic strums and notes high and low broken down, I fell

A minute ago, or maybe it wasn’t a minute, but it was a very long time to wait, too

Finale when the curtain drops on the stage, top shelf rhythm and blues picked #2.

I paid the bills that kept comin’ one after the other & then repeat ad infinitum bro

You bought the food for sustenance while we slept under a roof of moon and stars

Count the zeros and then subtract all of them from zero or add to zero; it’s a zero

I use a trouble hook & reduce my chances of failing the catch & losing a fish afar.

Gone to the back of the line due to the fear of failing the reason for being first #1

Best I was and always have been yet humble enough to be an inferior exterior, son

Blond-headed woman came home & dyed her hair chestnut brown, now goin’ on

One to the final one, it’s magic and hoodoo with spells I can chant, shine on Sun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi March 7th MMXXVI Anno Domini #BlackjackWhiskey

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder #WeThePeople #BackToTheGoodOleDays of unusual/rare songs on youTube link https://youtu.be/QfREjL2153U?si=jKnh2Z_1aO6qPfHe }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?