#Zoroaster & FREEEEEEEEE D O C T O R D E M E N T O & so forth & so on... & Have a happy Hanukuh & the Very Merry Christmas You've ALWAYS expected, Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

{ Kicked the Scat out of my laptop, now lame & limp, while jammin’ to the High Sound of @TobyKeith #BeerForMyHorses on  youTube @ https://youtu.be/o1JOFhfoAD4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllSaintsDay #MOTOWN TOP 100 #TheNewRadicals

LIVING WIRE, CREATURE FEATURE

Fighting in the middle of a jungle then going into a concrete heaven above dirt
No maps for the quest to locate a lost memory of what you can’t seem to blurt
Being alarmed by the information in the telegram isn’t the intention, it is done
Born to be innocent and guilty as charged eventually, ad infinitum karma one.

Even at the end gets you opening into the Void, odds are you bought into debt
Jumped out of a window after you shot yourself in the head, double jeopardy
For some but not all, causes & effects are always in control, magic trick buzz
Marshland to the deserts coast to coast, pole to pole, 7 continents of 1st Loves.

They just don’t write ‘em like this anymore, a knack for the scent in the room
Sweet perfume and beauty combine for the promise of the divine sweep broom
What I got in the oasis, nobody gets it if you tell them with words, it’s unseen
Not for your eyes only, my insight of the thing itself within is what all I mean.

Nobody but what we’ve got that animates our bones can help us, force is ours
Hands or feet, twenty phalanges & metatarsals in disarray due to the gravity
Lying down with the sheeple is as if you want to become an agar dish of virus
Get up & get down, get up off of your feet, dance and sing for the tax money.

Blame your parents or the folks you call your gang, your peeps or whatever
Searing heat cooks the tough until the chit melts in your mouth, filet mignon
Flips and backward somersaults off of the high dive won’t ending get done
You can do it your way or my way, either way, it’s done in time to have fun.

Airwaves in frequency & wavelength from a bass & a treble of double trouble
Cake in pieces of eight, halved, quartered & halved again, I at all eight 1 by 1
I beat myself up, it was a beat down, knocked up punk I turned out to be, son
Not a problem for me, just for every single other being on Earth, all rockin’.

I know you didn’t ask me but I’m gonna tell you a secret about sex you need
If you are an accidental conception between two strangers, no love to bleed
Let me help the awareness along, it doesn’t matter to Soul, to be is all spurned
Afterlife’s swill-like promises for gods fearful of darkness, buried or burned.

Preparation for the drapes to fall before the curtains come down, I’m rockin’
If you wouldn’t mind, please copy happiness for Mind’s single being sinkin’
Just a form and a shape of the matter left over from the Big Bang’s hot dust
Sun is the star without which we’re less than history, rockin’ boats that rust.

Sinkin’ down with the pretty and the sadly not-so-much, not their fault RNA
There’s mutation and recombination that ought to be extinct yet it’s all DNA
Before homo sapiens deduced labels for the things themselves, after the facts
Became history of ancient lassies, all that Mankind will leave descendant lads.

Commandments scratched lines & curves on rocky stone, as if that has gravity
Persuasion of the elders who blow horns & beat drums in the blues of the city
It’s alright that it happens that way since there’s no choice, yo’ playin’ possum
I ain’t worried about your worries, you must be in a hurry to die, go git some.

I’m gonna keep runnin’ ‘til my legs don’t work, ankles, knees, hips ain’t gone
Walk, trot or run a bit without getting’ hit-tackled by a 200-pound trainwreck
Hear that rhythm flow out of the back of the frontman, keeps you runnin’ on
Sun’s ‘G’ flame photosynthesized seed anima from an immaculate conception.

Dead right and grateful that I am, my intention was conceptual interception
Seriously an equation that had a solution, ‘x’ unknown to you & any wise-ass
You see them all the time, a Mr. Know-It-All that knows more than you & I
Logic & Reason led me to the same place at the same time, now, it’s a true lie.

Adonis or the last man ever born to woman, all of the bodies in between, dead
Holding on every moment I get the chance to, I think I’ll take what God bled
How many minutes? How many decades less or more than a hundred of ‘em
I’d go for immortality without disease, mental, physical or psychological, slim!

Bring all your weapons to the battle, the dream ain’t ever gonna last, eh chuck
Boredom is called ennui by some, others call it Mind’s time-out for don’t GAF
You either know what I mean or you don’t, if you don’t just follow me, Homer
And so on & so forth as the odyssey continues, I rest the ode to Plato’s power.

Fool of sentiments of happiness, reality of conscious imagination materialized
Better than nothing, anything is better than nothing, Void is blood, a king size
Funk defined in the trouble of the treble and the face of the bass, fool’s errand
I believed, blind faith remains for a last gasp of gas, Singularity’s wall of flies.

Park your elephant and donkey at the door, they aren’t allowed in the furnace
Too hot for the beasts of burden, only the brave and innocent git it, about face
Reasons runnin’ out of valid conclusions for the veracity of a happiness warp
All too human & not really divine, grown form out of one, microscopic twerp.

Your hips spread but it ain’t your fault, the creator’s faux pas, could be worse
Completely and securely shut tight as a drum, no entry allowed on the horse
An encore remains in the backstage smoke, like a dream takes over attention
Before we wake up, never to be #Woke, alright, alright, alright my grandson.

Anthem for the funeral parade, already gone & slidin’ away from the current
Raised to be exactly the way you see, it’s what you get, this time, every time
Come se, come sa and whether you like it or not, your luck is heaven sent
Above and below this ground, Day of All Souls, grow, gig, retire & all get bent.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to 50th Anniversary @DoobieBrothers concert at @RCMH 10-26-2022 link @ https://youtu.be/BM8pZqgb3z8?si=-rMNH1uDhuZM8NTC }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#GrifterFlombet #GravitySucksSpace #VietNam #JimmyCliff

syncopated COGNITIVE dissonance

@LOONS REQUIRE FLIGHT ABOVE & BELOW

Highlighting the nature of the beast that you’ll know when you see it, it’s remarkable, WORD
You want proof from the pudding just like every follower of super human feats of a whirlybird
Meat locker keeps flesh frozen, unspoiled, being cool naturally, contrived bovine scat polemic
It’s nobody’s fault but mine, I’ve full responsibility in god-mode, no way to desist the schtick.

Top shelf, upper tier monument above and below the floor’s ceiling, Earth planet trajectory
In the middle of the orbit, the revolution materializes, the seasons repeat ad infinitum glory
Great escape from the Big Bang intact with the tails of dogs runnin’ ‘tween Cro-Magnon legs
In and out of the conscious realm, where angels fear to go, stay just a little longer She begs.

Height of absurdity is no more than three to eight feet high above & below the pond scum
I follow nobody’s pathway between here & there, I will arrive when the Time shifts to/from
Where I’ve always been in conscious preconception, both egg & sperm RNA of a GD silly fool
Not their fault or responsibility for the results of original Big Bang creations, above gods too.

There’s a pay-grade you’ve achieved without merit, inherited from RNA recombination, luck
Right or wrong, you got it, many don’t have it & can’t have it, they want it from your phuq
No can do, it’s a pariah set up by the dead minions who left the WORD(s) to recollect dust
On shelves & within hyperspace units of zeroes and ones, it’s all open to turn into red rust.

How you go and when you go are the questions that cannot aid in happiness here & now
For death is the end of your life as well as every other living being that’s ever been born
Barking sounds and plaintive wailing of canines of war & peace, just beware of the dirge
Nobody knows who let the dogs out but they’re as loose as reins on a horseless carriage.

By far, I will celebrate every moment with a fire and a cigar, a smoke just ain’t a joke, man
It’s the perfunctory and elementary function of the animated bones that are all too human
Yet, I digress as I must, losing audience to ennui and the lure of monstrous fleeting glimpses
Of mothers and the godless fathers, homeless and certain to be dead, what the Simon says.

Monday morons utilizing fear-mirrors to seed 360 degrees of circumnavigation in self-distress
Treating you like you want to be treated, like I treat myself, pure, unadulterated peacefulness
Five will get you twenty, if you don’t know what I mean, you’ll find out from your self-defense
Lips moved together, synchronized in the ocean, in the abyss, dream within a dream offense.

Molecular structure of the subatomic matter is the essence of acid, it cannot become extinct
Mutation is the only option, an infinity of progress from Big Bang to the Silent Hush of a kink
In your muscles or just in your own mind, either way the Way itself is narrow & finite, Amen
You & I are fortunate to see, hear, taste, touch & smell the Funk of Skunk & it is All that I am.

Brought a 9mm to a knife fight in the alley behind the golf club, one shot in the dark, caput
No evidence nor any other sign of foul play, just a shock to freeze the face in awe, I shoot
Complete mission once the smoke rises to signal the ends of the malfunction of evolution
Species’ errors of omission confound the mission, in the end, it’s all over, The End, my Son.

Gurgling up the uncontained blood, there’s nowhere to go but a place where you pass out to
Hope you’re close to a soft place to fall down, it won’t matter but it makes me feel better too
Like it or not, you & I are one & the same, 208 bones of contention with the master, just sue
Get counsel & lose all of your gold to the grafters who drift & grift as their mothers screwed.

Never sleep while you’re wide awake or you’ll slip into an eternal dream, knocked out bum
All the other bums see is you, knocked out with empty pockets & purses of billfolds’ scum
Monsters of horror, grown from orphans whacked by mothers & older sisters of the Evil One
You know who they are, they know who they are, in denial or not, they’re a black hole sun.

Knowledge is the clue that Wisdom is impossible although most importantly, what you need
Aware that you will consume Nothing & be happy, that is the cause of being unable to bleed
Your blue blood turns red when it hits the air, all of life depends on remaining blue, the fatter
Buddies, friends, mates, compadres, amigos, in every case, you’re all alone, it doesn’t matter.

Enemies from within your mothers’ master bed-wombs, nothing is as important for survival
The strong & fit will survive except by accidents, they’ll still die like a mortal, soul will rise up
Above the skull and bones you see right here, right now you can find your mother out of mind
Crazy you & me & everyone else on the planet, it’s all cosmic soup, a Campbell’s tomato can.

Severe inflammation of your eyeballs burn their way out of the sockets, a big bulge to die for
If you don’t die like the rest of the genome, then you’re a mutation of the RNA, heretofore
Late at night when I used to take you home, yeah you knew I was a liar, then we kissed lips
No fools we stayed cool like Romeo & Juliette but love, they couldn’t deny for passing ships.

Holy water sprinkled in air around you & then the incense burns to smoke in an H2O pipe
Get ready if you’re willing and able to turn on the switch, one way off, one way on point
Hence, late at night, took you home, I wanted to stay, you wanted to be alone, I am gone
Still, when we kissed, it was like Fire itself, got a hold on me tight as a tourniquet on bone.

My heart beat out my chest, I love a misunderstanding I pose, it must be why I’m gonna die
With or without you baby, One I will love even after I die, my bones crunched to dust, I spy
My memories of days I spent flying in the dream of blues and purples, green-orange, fuchsia
Keeping heads in the game, from the start to the finish, you will ALWAYS win, you’re Fire, Ed!

With or without your assistance at 411, I’ll dial 911 for the 111 & get an immediate response
From the team of two or three to four to a million or three, big time is no time for me & you
It’s out of the hands of you & I, still I’ve got to hand it to you, the gold is invisible undercover
Yet, it’s a thing itself, the wisdom of knowledge, good, evil, beauty, Earth’s on-the-side lover.

Two or tree times six is twelve or eighteen, just sayin’ it’s not a speech impediment, it’s tree
Three is the proper spelling, accepted according to the dead priests and other men of history
Secular and religious, in every possible way, to soothe the savage beasts in the roost, jam on
In rhapsody or classical staccato the master and slave clash prior to Big Peep, The End of fun.

Alas, have more than your share because some will leave theirs behind, don’t waste my time
I’ve no moments left over for anyone but me, myself & I as well as the amigos/amigas prime
Strangers in the human race, the primate phase of special and general relativity has passed
Now hear this is then, when It all comes down to brass tacks, you know It’s gonna be a blast.

Deterrence as I associate with the peace of having my own back when all is said & done
Nobody can be as vigilant as I, myself can, hence I’ve got 20/20 hindsight/foresight, son
YOU inherited the RNA, fortunate for sons & grandchildren nobody knew, too illegit to quit
Skin is in the game and since day One, my skin holds the whole shebang inside, intact chit.

What I am is who I am & what you are too, what in the name of Zeus has become this One
Silence of dead heads in three-lock-boxes with combinations unknown to the living spawn
Of Adam, Eve & the unnamed stoned Cro-Magnon & Homo Chablis skulls & bones of Spring
Punks born & raised by punks, smokin’ Luckies & Camels’ straights, on the corner watching.

Swearing and cussing out loud so the children learn to speak the Truth told by lyin’ liars
They’re related to nobody in it, distant recombinant RNA malformed in God’s black hole
Flipping yo’ mother off because she finally told you that you’re an orphan, nobody’s buzz
Race in Camp town where archangels fear to fly in & out of, homeless Homers & Hannas.

Go down to the bottom of Earth’s core, inside of the center, the middle, that’s the essence
Dreams came out of the black & blue, annihilated in fear and loathing the genius was dense
Inherited the trash & garbage that the Puerto Ricans threw into the dump, that’s a fact Jack
Crosses burning the wood into ash & cinders, all souls die soon after E Streets atrophy back.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ScatBovine #KidsAreGOATSToo #Woke #UpDown #AsAboveSoBelow #NeutralizeYouEnginePulsation #DoNothingOften

SOME WORDS THAT LIE,

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Nobody cares that you were not conceived by angels in paradise but seriously so
There’s hardly a moment that passes by my conscious mind without bowing low
One’s ‘X’ power that is me, as humble as humility itself will allow, no secret sauce
Random recombinant DNA through RNA transfer injection of venom, aliens’ boss.

Down to brass tacks for the ticks & ten toes, two feet ahead of the heads of states
Amnesia clears the slate of guilt for command violations, commander-master bait
Neither more nor any less than the function of the calculus, triangulation of point
Over the line resulting from a drawn, linear scratch between invisible, blind dates.

At the alpha ape’s hometown between jungles and deserts, I come to go far away

All galactic, as subatomic to macro-galaxy freedom to surrender your soul today
Pipe dream of smoke & mirrors reflections of deductions & inductions, kill switch
Inter-dimensional elements without H2O in orbit about triple Singularity niches.

Blown your dream up in smoke, slamming your hard objectives into subjective ilk
Everywhere they appear, as around the magnetic resonance in spoiled teat milk
Fission-Fusion atoms, general & specific theories of relativity, dimwit, gluon dust
Made no mistakes, all for the sake of the minions’ skin & bone, a cosmic porridge.

Changing the road you’ve been on since your mother dropped you out the womb
Wasn’t as easy as it looked just because it was a forked son of a gun, stone tomb
Never looked back to see if it was still there in my past, boots caught in a stirrup
Learned a bit about everything & nothing about a thing in every case, bottoms up!

TNT as in dynamite that Dolomite laid down before AC/DC life in a rock hand
Nitroglycerin blew the gold out of the mountains, why the metal ran in salty sand
Last gasp is in us all, you may or may not have company at the rigor mortis’ play
Sitting up, lying down, rotting, eaten or left in ruins to be picked in my own way.

Archeological, misanthropic medium of a whole shebang lost in the spunk of a sun
Light lost and becomes darkness without hope for seeing form and matter comin’
Goin’ far from Shangri la & close to the dumpster in the back alley, it’s a hobo bin
For grafters & storytellers without meaning to ‘em, it’s hip to be a square, my son.

Origins of you personally and everything else on & In this planet, solar systemic
Remember the day your mother conceived you & day before that absurd polemic
Someone said they loved her & moved to animate your corpus’ essence of skunk
Isolate your odors in perfunctory cover-ups, never be one who stank, be a punk.

Doors open & shut quickly whether you like it or not, beware of dogs, once bitten
Fight the bad fight with good enough skills when utilized in stealth and mortal sin
Created from nothing & then advised that Will to Power is cancelled by dead men
Beer for my horses, they’re alcoholic equine souls, so I guzzle a bottle of o’ Jack.

Hot, puppet chick workin’ the strings of the puppet master, up & down, to and fro
Introduced the play, origin of the matrix including every atom is the Unknown bro
Horrific to realize your grandfathers & your progeny had neither human nor divine
What else it could be other than that we’re #Alien, blowin’ terrestrial stop signage.

Dicks with ass-less chaps on a troop ship with @Cher rock rollin’ to higher notes
Check out the hair of the dog when you get a chance, even if you don’t, it’s boats
Arks to carry the animals & plants above the waterline, surface below, sub above
Early graves, overdue tabs awaiting foreclosure, ghost souls’ karma, puppy love.

All about me dancin’ with my sweet baby out at the club Saturday night, boogie
Down home or far, far away on vacation or career movement variables, a woogie
Emergency number to call was 911 whether your loser’s spirit lost the fight or not
Somebody got hurt or killed in the fray, may have been the good or the holy evil.

Boxed in six-sided triangles & three-sided squares, a third empty can of cold beer
You cannot make these things up for free, if they pay for the jingle, it’s all put-on
Monkeys see clearly how to mimic the actors in the troupe, clingin’ to faith & gun
Pioneers just the children of the exiled poor bastards conceived in vain hope-fear.

Old redneck from South Carolina croonin’ to the fanatics in front of the backstage
Hillbilly hittin’ the rhymes with infallible rhythm of country guitars beatin’ my rage
You had what it took but you lost it on the way to find what you had I’m outta time
Cover hair on the head because of bearded pimps pretending, full stop on a dime.

It played smoothly as if a bridge was coated in black ice, cold as clear light blight
Blown corks out the bottles, in celebration of the thing itself going into a fair fight
The herd in the corral were the slaughter of tables in the near future, farm to fork
Ramblers & Firebirds movin’ aside for the Mustangs and Camaros, magnets work.

I’ve gone fishin’ every time that it’s my time to be serious MRI look in my hot head
Usually about a hundred degrees of heat keepin’ the cranium cool, I’m alive, dead
Meaning steps away from it always, all accidental todays & intentional tomorrows
Cosmic stew in a resonance, a millimeter from nappy curls and brain stem flows.

Dirty rotten garbage in the trash dump, isolating a stench in a pit, far from crowds
It had to be this way, vermin rats & bubonic plague as well as foul odors of doom
Breach the star, rip the Singularity from the penumbra, salute a fool’s errand skip
Locomotion sang in a groove on the tracks, I gave it a chance, turned a radar blip.

Help ain’t comin’ but you’re getting’ the knack, it’s the karma you owe to randoms
Run into every one of them at random, males, females, friends of failed condoms
Claim you were meant to be, for karma’s sake or the intent of loving mates of life
Apple tree of knowledge got cut down for firewood, power seeds of human strife.

Sat down on the swing of delight, pushed myself, couldn’t wait for a helping hand
Darkness turned to light thanks to the revolution of Earth spinnin’ a rubber band
Stretching the void to its limit before a Singularity reclaims its natural deity, H2O
Medium keepin’ mud wet down to cracking faults, pole to pole, a God’s final blow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th , MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #ZEBOP link @ https://youtu.be/1F1rcLpPNd8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?