#DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLove #TheAnthology

DEFENSIVE INTRUSION ON DIVINE DNA

You never know when you might need to have an ace in the hole, it’s all in the game I know
From birth to death the alpha & omega display all there is in Time’s Space above & below us
Liberty, as it was before your conception, your imaginary presence postmortem, my son
Finishing the lines on the mirror, you’ve bled out your inferior nasal conchae for no reason.

Pierce your skin from head to toe, insert dye into the would for the stains that ever last it
It all fades to the dust allowed by the undertaker, traditional incineration or shell burial
Pretending that the shell left behind was the thing you loved, it was the spirit inside moves
Of wisdom and experiential knowledge of all that happens from pole to pole’s dirty grooves.

Music and silence preferred over the banging noise of the pots & pans without pasta fazul
Singing and blowing into tubes, plucking strings if not rubbing friction in & out or act the fool
Known limitations in mind, skipping the losses & entrenching in the wins, all that I am, high
Schooled beyond the need to know, ignorance annihilated in the end, I know I am the guy!

Leftover banquet’s cuisine is as good as it gets, trophies for all just to participate in the glee
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best, this is here & now, as good as it ever gets yo me
Maybe not to you or anyone else but you know, it’s all about being in love with L.A. suburbs
Big homes, small hoods, no projects towering above stone-asphalt, there’s no other words.

Mic up your voice so that everyone may enjoy the content of your thought, bring it on down
As you’ve always known, nobody knows anything about Nothing, let them know all about it
Christening the Christ in the Christian heathens who are kids believing their folks’ bull s#it
Not their fault it’s all they gleaned from the ancestors they descended from, it’s all there is.

Powerless in the finale as it was at the prologue before Act 1, hence curtain drops The End
Now then, unknown is known, no secrets or insoluble conundrums’ nightmare in a dream
Watch as the time pass without stopping, always forward & never in reverse of the stream
Past is all gone, forgotten except for warnings gleaned to avoid pain God’s bloody scream.

Spirit invisible within you & without you, it’s a fact of life you’ve been warned & it’s cool
Regardless of whether you like circumstances or not, it is all what it is, y’all are but a tool
Nobody cares about that either unless you’re imprisoned as an innocent or a genius Man
Breeze through exams & procure advanced degrees & prognosticate, be all too human.

Mind over matter is the illusion to accept to participate in society or you’ll be imprisoned
For life or some nights and days less than the whole shebang, nature will be four seasoned
Good, Evil & Ugly come as close as any creator or savior would want to be, it’s all a put-on
A play for the energy blown out to emptiness by an exploding red giant, immortal shotgun.

Sensational yet demure and at the same time off-putting as the refuse you’ve defecated
Holy gaslight fills the tragedy with comedy, if you can’t laugh, you’re gonna cry a deep river
Like it or not, as far as we know, this life we are lucky to be living is a gift from Gods that be
Nothing to be seen, form nor shape of matter to compare to your Ma & Pa, you are all of It.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 7^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1919 hours PST

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

#HitMeWithYourTwenty #Blown #Perfunctory

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GOOD TIMING IS EVERYTHING

Probable cause of a Big Bang is an unknown yet such a controversial point of contention

You know and I know that it all depends on the Truth and Justice of a ham sandwich sin

Pigs in blankets disguised as sautéed dead animals & plants ala Earth’s stealthy gnomes

Bon fire to stay alive here & now since the age of reason burning until kingdom comes.

Now then, what y’all knew for certain before now was your A’s, B’s & C’s & to be 1 to

The Golden Books of the greatest culture ever known to the planet have been consumed

By me & a number of others who have touched the index finger of God, Ala, Buddha One

One way down a narrow turnpike, twixt twisted RNA extremes, stars & a black hole Sun.

Silent warning sounding the alarm to those who’ve been fortunate to recollect themselves

In charge of all that sheer will power allows in causes of all effects of matter & energy gulfs

Mind assault to rearrange the categories of everything known about substance, on the cuff

Indoctrination into savage nations requires suspension of your animation, sleep in the buff.

Every muscle of the being who is as human as any other since the Big Bang, all of them atrophy

During a final gasp of gas out of the thin air above & below the wild blue yonder, fly high as me

The cost is more than you’ve earned or can ever repay on a loan with faux interest, zero, beat it

Will to power that moves your 208 bones until they exceed 100 revolutions, Scat ain’t The S#it!

Excuse the hallucination appearing as the Reality of everyone on Earth, it’s a chimera & don’t tell

Nothing more than what you are now is what you’ve always been since the mortal sin of an apple

Good & Evil nobody gets behind yet it’s a feature of the nature of the beast, an acid program of it

Chromosomes animated & reactivated a Thing Itself, it is what it is, incarnation ash to ash, dusted.

Beyond all good & evil Nature exhibits, above & below sea level, living in funk, a twilight zone

Twist your conception’s deception & theoretical, heretical yet inherited, all blind faith is in some One

Meaning something like we’re mere animations of Divinity we never know until our body dies, son

That’s all I got, nothing else anyone can prove other than, someday we’ll know It, my Mind’s blown.

Peers have no standing once rigor mortis becomes the lord, no soul or spirit leftover in the abstract

Lights all out of the unanimated creature feature we all succumb to since we’ve no other alternative

To be or not to be at that point is not significant, it’s a moot point of the moron & idiot psyche alive

In charge of every breath we all take, every move we make surveilled & now & then, cop some jive.

We talk as if we know It, we’ll be checked on your ability to repeat what you’ve heard at the gate

In love’s life or divinity’s own, all of the above gets a soul’s chance to appeal, powers that x-rate

Now, this time in the nature of things cannot be repeated, it comes & goes quick as a hot bunny

Remember this, y’all recall this memory, fire burns all evidence of Nothing that smells so funky.

Common ground above & below the blind man’s bluff in the seven-card stud poker card game

I’m cashing in all my chips, I’ll fold my last hand of the full house, aces over jacks, it’s a shame

The way was the only way to go, I went that way on the one way & it’s come to the dead end

Pressure of dead ancestors & their unborn descendants put on my dead head, I will so offend.

Common ground is above & below the place in Space you exhibit learned behavior of the group

No free will choice but to obey the rules of the categorical imperative, know thy self’s but One

All you need to know before you die, you are but One, nobody else is Two or more, all my Sun

Heaven or Hades an abstraction of burning gas that trips the switch for the Void to go Slurp

I have some bad medicine that’s so difficult to swallow that you & I may be the only two to go

When the Earth is swallowed by the Void when Time is up in Space, then we’ll say “Ships Ahoy!”

Not until that last moment of sucked air blows out the air sacks, only then will I exit, stage right

Maybe I won’t, that will be I wake up from the dream I’ve been animating while at rest, I’ll fight!

Found on a middle road’s dead-end, all motion of the ocean couldn’t cease, I’m all fish in the sea

Ridin’ on the waves onto the sand of the shore where pirates and miscreants rule the mean & free

As far above as below the core of Earth, pennies for all thoughts as the duck quacks, masters earn

Been there, done that, came back from it, avoided the Void, it’ll be too late at The Point, no return.

Gosh, oh my lord have mercy on our souls, nothing above or below One, invisible God, a Singularity

Rewards & punishments for disobedience to mortal commands of deadmen and their lack of clarity

First off, nobody wrote a word in the English Language hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is so

Mistranslated from left to right, a social-political skirmish of mud in bowels, such a low, low blow.

Briefly, flash fish in the pan comes & goes, lickity split as if it was never there at all, ad infinitum

Feel a malfunction is the way it’s going to end in a grave, stops pullin’ my rosary chain, FE, fears

Old School educated my mind, power to see through imaginary human fictions, divine sum's errors

Play from Act to Act, Finale & Epilogue come without effort, what happened, species’ extinction.

Lips are moving but I can’t even hear what I’m saying, judging myself by myself, I fear & loathe It

What it is has nothing to do with me other than it’s all I am too but since I can’t believe it, I forget it

Easier that way when you’re among those folks who are clueless & faulted for responsibility, git me?

News is old,  young or ancient relic of the dozens that got run on in Brooklyn Dawn's down for free.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XXXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 hours AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Zoroaster & FREEEEE 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
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?