#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~  }

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

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WOE BETIDE Y'ALL BEFORE PASSING-OUT

 PASSES TO THE BEAUTIFUL

It is what it is in totality’s plethora, subject-predicate objects both present futures to realize

Of course, you’ll want to be present under the silvery moon or pitch-black skies, in disguise
I can say no to anything at all, even what I ought to be affirmative about, the cat that smells
Far out on a limb with my best friend, Jelly Roll who died one day without notice, dead lead.

Turned it all into gold, just a planetary effulgence of what’s left over from the Big Bang’s ID
Jaws dropped, now or later, it never matters a bit, I’m not gonna lie, I ne’er lie y’all can see
Of course, you have no idea that your life is but a dream while you row the boat so gently on
Downstream following the current down to the sea, for the love of might, y’all wake up, son.

Pricking the unholy ne’er-do-wells, provided by welfare for loose mothers and daughters
You know and I know that liars will disagree only ‘cause they’ve no choice but to defend chit
If you comprehend aches & pains of waking life, aware that no pain means y’all are mothers
RIP then but not a moment before on hard roads up the middle, daddio, nearly all brothers.

Rumors and the propaganda that emerge from the sewers & hall odor of colleges of stank
By the way, bye the by or by the buy, in any case the philosopher’s stone has precedence
You don’t know what nobody else knows, join the club, it’s everybody not dead yet, it’s us
Conditionally, that you’re waiting for the End of Life to come, no pain or gain, no free rents.

Fools and their parents who conceived them from literal scratch, all will meet here or below
Up above the mountaintops, only 8 miles high above the fertile ground of being in the flow
There’s some “thing” to know about, it’s not a secret, but it’s ignored, yet it’s embedded on
My tattoos and scars all over from It, head to toe, bruised, stitched, healed like a freshman.

I got the jolly roger and the knives all sharp as the day they dropped from the blacksmith
No question of the poke, slice, cut and chop features of the thing as it was meant to be
Just like everything else in the cosmic reality we’ve all agreed upon as normal, it’s all dead
Don’t shoot the messenger because the keyboard is too hot to handle, get over it, he said.

If you can stay locked into the proximity of the perimeter, you’ll be focused here, now
Nothing is more important than knowing it all before your death, accept wisdom, blow
All in your head or a plethora outside your mental perception, either way it’s A Thing
Naming it with a sound everyone agrees upon as a reference to the identical O-ring.

My father is now in heaven with my mother; have injected the venom into my origin egg
No responsibility or obligation for the intentional conception, anticlimactic Irish Jig
On the plane, below or above it all, in every case, it ain’t there when you’re gone away
Don’t take my word for it, you’ll see & when you do, don’t worry about it at all that day.

There are unfortunate consequences for living without arranging your own after death
Like afterbirth, it must be consumed by the host & shared to the ether of the minions
I can’t joke, I kid you not, as an old amigo used to retort to an unbelievable kit of scat
You know fear, your parents abandoned you after the teens, crashed into it, God spat.

Fault and obligation are a display of Life on Earth, an accident of a god being bored
Gravity and centrifugal force due to a counter-revolutionary orbit about a white glow
That’s ALL folks and no offense to the clergy and ministers of the blind faith of a Lord
Of rings or of a cluster of minions, a Lord of something or other, all above and below.

Come on and reach out to touch me, just like every other human being, it’s skin & bone
Nothing more or less than a container for the heart pumping the blood, it’s in a rune
From papa’s liturgy onto a finish line, nothing’s more important than wisdom, ain’t so bad
Before Earth was created from a Big Bang, there was this here & that there, thanks, dad!

When I disrespected this world, my father overruled, respect for all there is, God’s concept
Deep spirit understanding of what the Unknown is & deeper than human language, accept
What #Disclosure means exactly, are the ones who came before us returning to the roost
If not, what the hell is up with the imagination, making fiction your mother drillin’ truth.

In gold we trust, the dead, wise-guys from all continents left a legacy of soul power trees
Written on the cave-walls both above and below the ocean water, axis shifts 15 degrees
Survivors of the natural holocausts & overall neglect of the civilized folk, we caused it, a lot
Elected or not, whether POTUS or dictator-czar of, by and for the people, it’s all we all got.

Coming in loud and clear at the ending, the finale when the curtains begin to close tight
Ready though for a final bow and an encore of unexpected joy to the world, ad infinitum
Happiness walking down the street, all it takes is the intent and ability to fend off scum
You know scum will come, like it or not, souls roam for mischief & envy, I say “I’ll fight!”

If I can recall a few of the gems & tidbits of wisdom from my father, I shall share ‘em all
“Did you do your homework, Richie?” “Yeah, pop, I got a final tomorrow.” “Good boy!”
Smacked me NEVER; he was the best man on Earth I’ve ever met, there were many yet
He was indeed The Best Man, paid my way in gold & silver to get here & now, all on a bet.

Winning is everything, it’s all there is because losing isn’t an option for the survivor of It
Heavens’ dogs and planets’ gods, ruptured the fabric of Time’s Past, morphed to hear it
Songs with melodies and beats to hear in our heads as if we’re hooked up to orchestras
Allowing happiness to elevate to a climax without intent, an orgasm without an egg fuss.

You know, and I know that all she really wants to do is dance, like she does, with a backbeat
She knows the way of the shake, rattle & roll, just dance like there ain’t no tomorrow, yeah
There might not be a tomorrow, you gotta get down when you’ve got the groove on afoot
Phineas Bluster was his name, all you need to know is he’s a dummy, nothing like @Groot.

In general, and in particular, this isn’t the 1st time I got to Earth & forgot life was accidental
Keep your eyes peeled, so to speak; if you’re mute & deaf, use the blinded eyes in your head
God linked you to the matrix, like it or not, you have no free will in that respect, that’s Killer
Meaning the very best that could have happened, advantage & opportunity yields the filler.

What I am or what? You just need a bottle of wine & flush cash for some thrills, it’s so funny
Bringing home the Butternut bread as it’s always been since day 1 as I broke out the bunny
Playboy or priest, nobody could tell from all faces that changed with haircuts, until the zoos
Never stop growing like fingernails on a corpse, coffin, woke after a while, Howard Hughes.

Pray that there’s no God, no gods who left this created lump of mud to the dogs, we’re them
No need to look at your reflection, you are who you feel like you are, grab the old mojo too
Up for grabs, telling stories that may or not be true, nobody calls the bluffs, it’s alright now
Video in your recollection, fell in love & fell out when it died, torpedo is stuck in the aft bow.

by
r j j stephan i
c. Dimanche, July 5th MMXXVI Anno Domini 111 PMPT

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SHOUT OUT TO PABLO PICASSO

 

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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

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FIRED up For nothing

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize blacklight blinds, know nobody steps into a river twice, lazy river bend.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l }

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PABLO PICASSO