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 "Signal/Body 

Ghosted Chimera" 

FIREMEN, Y’all

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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO

#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.?

#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.?