ONTO THE BAD NEW DAZE, CRIME NEVER PAYS RIP DOLLY PARTON ONTO CIELO MiDolly #DownSouthJukin #GoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynyrd

DON'T KICK THE BABY, KEEP IT IN MIND!

It's all about the baby, man!  First rule is to Never, ever kick the baby

Nobody allows a baby to be kicked, even if it's a stranger with a lady

There is nothing more upsetting than recalling your own face whacks

When the adults in the room believed they'd teach me a lesson, facts.

Pretending that knowledge is wisdom, mere deception inherited by Eve

Adam too would never see the Truth comin', Adam & Eve went to town

No looking back since they knew they were sentenced to mortality's own

Stepmothers & stepfathers stepped in when an intercourse yielded a peeve.

Courage and fear prove nothing once you resemble a corpus dillecti form

As the bitter ending of each of our animated existences, it's bait, a worm

It enters any hole big enough to allow it's force, then infiltrates it all too

Before you know it, you find the Truth was told, all y'all be singin' blue.

From the 1st moment we realize as a child,  miscreant adults are two-faced 

No matter in any form remains for long, facts of life steal all of our grace

Like it or not, baptize the whole world & the species will still opt extinct

Bright mind burnt out of the DNA back in 2030 A.D. future shock in synch.

Give me no regard once the world blows it's planetary flight, it'll be all over

Nobody knows it but they will come to know it once they see it, a hot lover

It's a requirement for the species' survival, zombies can't reproduce the IQs

Lucky to have had a chance to give my power back to a Sonny's hot squeeze.

Hold 'em in Texas or just let the spades, clubs & hearts fly off with diamonds

Fire burns until all fuel runs out, that's the magic & you know when it's gone kids

A larger than life hole in the middle of your soul, call it broken, holy heated show

Brought a knife to a gunfight again, but I still won, once again, I used a low blow.

Beer and Black Jack whiskey replaced the rye, gin & vodka, no mistake, I left

Not physically but in my mind, detached from my historical recorded memory

I knew that life, existence from conception to death meant less than funny jokes

I need some desire, I desire what I need but I'm nearly already gone, it's all folks.

Follow the angels up, up and away even if you don't want to, you have to, me too

It's finished just like it was before you knew the difference between good & evil

Joy gets us over graceless disappointments, the End is a falling star over the hill

Hope you get the whole picture soon, now would be perfect, a shaded royal blue.

Performance of your engine is critical to nothing more than the last gasp of gas, so

Do what ever you do as well as you can & have nothing left in the tank I can't tow

If you don't use it all, you'll lose it all, it's the fact of life nobody denies, just blow

Lips together & bring the air from your lungs up & pump it through a teeny hole.

Brooms and mops left to clean up the mess of leftover parties, it's a hit supernova

Imploding into the Singularity before or after midnight, I slip into the hit plethora

Spheres and cubes of six sides bring the DNA & RNA into the gold rush of coloma

Peering the impossible both within & without you, Nothing is the star of the show.

Living in the spinning top that doesn't give up the ghost, keeps the spark in tight

You find what I've found if you duplicare the rotation, all ghosts will take flight

Design the rules, there's a beginning & end to the game, fair game even for cheats

Knowing every fact known and everything unknown creates God's divine meats.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1533 hours

{ I was still tucked in THE Womb on this day in 1951 A.D., in 2 days I'd be born, a nativity I don't recall, a royal flush IMHO, my mama does!  TY MAMA! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P.  DOLLY PARTON XOXO

#RecallJalapenoPepperNoMore #SpanishHarlem @CarlosSantana #MariaMaria #BlackMagicWoman #SombreroGalaxyFarAway

AT ONE

LAST CHANCE SALOON

Now and then usually becomes what has been whether you approve it or not

Inside or outside of the Earth's atmosphere, as we're fortunate to be astronaut

Detached from the gravitaitonal pull on the nervous system, etc, etc, etc et al

Nothing at all is more important than believing with blind faith in supernatural

Common or not from this planet's fauna both aerobic & anaerobic forms of X

Whatever was before we all got here as a species, it'll be the same as an index

Covering every corner of the dimensions we're allowed to perceive as evolved

We find we know nothing for certain, a principle from the get-go Heidenberged.

I hope and have faith and warm charity that all above & below will be copacetic

First Cause of an unknown force beyond human comprehension, an RNA block

In the nutrients' formulas & pablum offered to the hungry, tiny, eating pie-holes

Admitting to the commandments of awareness that y'all are responsible, as foals.

Long run, after you & I are either in Davy Jones' locker or undertaken by dirt

Then in that far, far away future, maybe tonight or sooner, yo' mama will hurt

To see the future because you know you must reap what you ssew, be a genius

One & the same as your great-grandparents who preceded you, survived a fuss.

Let it be known, nobody can say words to express the Unknown's nature, I see

You'll see once you've arrived at the First Cause subject & object, it'll predicate

Break it on down, all the way back to the 1st day you recall paying, you grooved

Everything a stranger said & held you responsible for homework unapproved.

In the pyramid of things, mankind attempted to build a pathway to the outerspace

Nothing could be made that high without gravity bringing it back down into dust

First, a cosmic event without human participation or existence, even if divinely so

That Big Bang whether you & the sceptic within approve or not, it's a dream-blow.

Knowing and becoming super-aware of the present leading ahead into the groove

That is the Presence of the One who CAN handle the Truth, just doesn't approve

Repeat ad infinitum is one end of a 'G' spectrum, another is distopic, too humane

Add 2 twos or multiply 2 times 2 & that Truth is it's the same response, superman.

The astrophysics and the trigonometry and for the sake of reason, the calculus is

All there is inside of our heads if you follow the beginning to the end, it's obvious

Hard to swallow after decades more or less of blind faith in the explanation for It

Being the spirit & soul that moves you, animates the skin, bones & brain of scat.

High water is impossible to keep satisfaction, a drowning is nearly guaranteed

Only if one is luckier than most everyone, you'd be saved by angelic good deed

Ghosted chimera in fully cloaked form, a shape to be seen through, as glass or ice

Last chance, tequilla shots up, here's to the victories that kept us in charge of vice.

Day after you're dead will be the same as mine, dead air, screen blank, no static

I know you'll never think about this factoid again, tried to get y'all on the stick

That was my motive for allowing the alphabet flow to appear on a blank screen

Far, far away, like that & that's the way it is, I never gave Up, Up gave up on me.

Blisters proof of life on me fingers, from the strings & frets to the drumstick beats

I made my hands need gloves or become useless tools, a has been, as Ginger Baker

Enough of wealth accrued, I've got the house on Kauaii & nobody knows but me

Anybody can find me if lookin' where I've never been, transparency, at one, at sea.

High or lower than the center of this solar system, middle of the star called Sun, he

Not she but He is the original beginning before which nothing stands or sits to be

All laid out like corpses before ova were fertilized by the original sinner's pants'

Could not keep control of a creative force that desires eternal suffering, miscreants.

You'll never be deceived again if you're never taught the Great Lie, wisdom is nil

Other than unmasking the disguise that Life means being rewarded for original sin

No reward, yet an eternal punishment, requiring a popes & saviors, virgin disguise

Ask any one of the priests & other sanctified ones, pray to God there's blind eyes.

Here & now, this is now & then it's all gone in a flash of eye blinks, open & shut

Like a case between subjects and predicates fighting for an all too human omsbud

If not you then who'd be an unknown 'x' factor, fractional over a 'y' denominator

Nobody alive gets out of this world alive, nobody, not a savior/martyr to abhor.

Princes sons of queens and kings, are the key to extinction, powers that be at one

Pressing a button, giving an order to be followed or be punished by formal exile

Just because your parents thought you were so pretty, so proud of the beauty within

All your appearances to be good, bad & ugly held more weight than an idiot grin.

Last night or last century, the bag of bones lived & died in a hundered years of toil

Nobody gets anything for free, everything needs to be bargained for, Gold or Soul

Needs to get to the bottom of the list, take care of it all from the rocks to the Space

If & only if you breathe in & out for infinity will there be Rest In Peace, brute face.

Showers of acid rain kill seeds & plants in the stardust, mere pebbles of a rock, son

Of every shape, size, color & texture, everyone a miracle to be multiplied by RNAs

Random Love on a note in a bottle, floating on the Dead Sea or the Salt Lake DNA

Ways and means to perfection dialed in, immortal superhumans thy wills be done.

Drinks for the house, I've got the tab I'll never pay since I own the joint, I'm a lover

Careless of using brainwaves to scramble motor skills, depend on no pill or dope

Unless your time on Earth is up before you're good & ready, spirits remain on rope

Following the sirens to the hospital where you're DOA & watch a sheet come over.

You live in California's gold country, it's in them thar hills, I lived atop of them, so

It is all about the 49er, the 1849er who came out on horse, wagon & cowboys blow

Without the pioneers, we'd all be sending smoke signals to the friends & enemies

Our names whatever came to mind at birth, High or Low, babies hurt mama's ease.

Can never live without the breath of fresh air, your blood dies in the nucleic atoms

Hence, the brain & mind shut-off the conscious experience, injecting the venoms

To go back to nothing, like before you were an egg & a gamete, you can't do it all

Where no grace exists for you, preconception, you'll get THERE, now that's a Fall.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVIIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Kicked this gem out of cielo while listenin' to #AMIGOS by @CarlosSantana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Y9XXeznskQ4?si=T0HVN7VfAIE3t4jR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SOMBRERO GALAXY

"It is what it is & I can't stands no more!" #HillbillyBones @TwoPopeyes #WheresWADE #WADESinTheWATER #PHILADELPHAfreedom @EltonJohn #MavisStaples #PinkFloyd #TheROCK #TheEaglesBand

I LOVE L.A. UNTIL DAWN, IT’S WHERE BOOGIE WOOGIE CAME OUT THE BACKWOODS

Even if you never find it, it was worth more than silver & gold to have attempted it

Makin’ the gold out of the lead when nobody else knew and all denied it could be

Yet, the boogie woogie is now stacked up to the ceiling & nobody can take it all away

Arriving with the wind in the morning & departing with the freight trains on byways.

Drank until drunk more than I needed to hydrate the H2O & alcohol, now I’m passed out

Allowing my psyche to emerge as the voice of reason, don’t start laughing, psyche will shout

At you & yours until you relent & admit that you were wrong & he was right about everything

Reason to believe is without proof, just a chimera of thoughts unconnected by your bee sting.

Around in circles to increase the circulation of the words & meaning behind the random signs

With or without a dose of Evil genius in your souls, the thing itself remains the tie that binds

Hunger and thirst for the sounds and sights that you feel are your inheritance, a ton of blues

Dead phonies who look forward to three in a row when they’re lucky to have ripped off two.

Even if it’s not Halloween, I still feel the need to smash pumpkins on the streets of mobiles

Automatic & manual transmissions of 4 gears to 18, depending on the trans’ teethed gears

Like it or not, it’s all we have & all there is as far as we can imagine, given the controls given

By either good fortune or pitched intelligence which prefers anonymity to fame & worship.

Cartoons morphing into everyday reality of everyone of us all, babies to elders on the porch

If this wasn’t so catastrophically sad, I’d laugh out loud uncontrollably in a reverent church

Who y’all put ABOVE yourselves is your myth & your post-mortem surprise; it’ll be so Fun

Count on celebrating or just going out with a whimper, it’s a 50/50 chance, it ends with a gun.

Mission is important & impossible for the normal person, it’s the extraordinary ones who rock

You know some of them, maybe you’re related to some of them, you all may be one of them

Try harder to stay alive after your final huff of fresh air, the gas mix sent from the sun block

Finish line crossed out of Timing Everything, except the Thing Itself; it’s always 12 o’clock rock!

Hordes of red, white and blue fill the atmosphere to make the bad guys feel very unsafe too

They fear the way they’ll get caught being an illegal alien from a bad country who didn’t want

Them or their families to remain in the birth country, kicked them out to stroll the planet blue

Some did & some didn’t make it through; in the end, rich & poor perish, then y’all get bent!

Throw all your chips in and call the bluff of the mouth that won’t like it when the loss occurs

You win, but you get shot under the table as if you didn’t win fair & square, sore loser thirst

To get it all back for free and lose it all again, that’s what the thrill is for the heart heaven sent

Nobody who is a winner knows this as the Truth; we die, it’s all over, reward or punishment.

Flowers to smoke or to arrange in a vase to look at until death do they depart the sugar water

In every case, it’s the cream of the crop, higher than the phenomenal gender bender scatter

Hot fun, cold days, everyone’s invited but only the brave & ready to roll, go too low not to go

Down there at the bottom, all else is looking up, it’s a big stick over your head, so just BLOW!

Don’t be a doobie or a don’t bee, it’s a program invented to cause failure of the species’ DNA

Parlay all of your earnings and winnings into a huge pile of Gold & Wisdom, it’s all The Fate

Karma or not, the most excellent news coming to read all about it is, You & the rest, chimera

Ghostly from first whisp of gas until a Yankee catches a perfect game, forever, ala a Yogi Berra.

b y
r  j  j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1647 PMPST

{ Anyway, jammed this one out of the universe while listenin’ to @TinaTurner #ProudMary in the @Netherlands on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TTfYnRQgKgY?si=NyfCZu3eM1laa9Q8 }

F I N I S

W.W..A.R.D.?

#MyChit SIGNAL / DREAM GHOSTED / CHIMERA TRILOGY 3 FORMS & 1 SUBSTANCE IN THREES #ItIsDoneOver #WhenToHoldEmWhenToFoldEm #NoExceptions #NoRules @USAF @F47

LINK TO:  MY TRILOGY GHOSTED CHIMERA "SIGNAL

SIGNAL BODY, MIND, SOUL,

 A RICO TRILOGY

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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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SHOUT OUT TO PABLO PICASSO

 

AIN'T NO PLACE FOR NO HERO @BigSMO @SANTANA @Eagles @Madonna #bbBACK

I AM @GROOT & SHE IS @MADONNA

  This is a LINK TO:  My Trilogy of Poetry on Amazon

SLIP INTO ‘IT’ & GIVE IT UP!

Darker angels were in the outfield helping me judge the pop-ups and line drive hoppers 

Neither or both times you’ve come to Earth to live it up, a good life of routine big toppers 
Divinity tie has a notion that there’s a need for the love potion, angel of grace, a bud opens 
Aligned with the stars, which are the most fit of the red giants and white dwarves, the spins. 

The day before our conception, there was either love or lust for the creation-formed planet 
Shift on the axis, wobble around to & fro, a short time or a long time makes little difference 
To the minions and the spirits that fly out of nowhere in the light, hidden in broad daylight 
Park your carcass right where it is, as you’ve outgrown it, need it no more in heaven’s fight.

Drunks step into the same river twice and distort the Truth which is lost in veracity forever 
Divine or human, copy the good, bad & ugly because it’s all there is for a billionaire nudge 
As above, so below, a rung call again, words in the world of my ancestors & descendants 
Subject and object with a predicate, long wind through small pipes, metaphysical wisdom.

Human speed or godspeed is your choice, you have a free will that you wish you could lose 
Blaming your behavior on anybody else but yourself, that’s a trick, a process of bamboozle 
In between your left & right hemispherical mind, there is a nerve formation linked to Zion 
Apes’ forms in a myriad of random, natural selection results, come & go by a million eons.

Peer review the decisions you’ve made based on your training, approaching perfection, son 
Mirror of your front & back, 2 dimensions that can only be all too human, I await a blessing 
Fear that I’ll miss a cue to get out of the supernatural haunting coming on strong, tick-tock 
I know, you know, we all know, a doubt leads to wisdom, your honor divinity in a deep dive.

Monkeys with a purpose, too human without one, such a canard, nobody knows it though 
In the deep end of the bottomless sea of H2O, potentially nothing at all, dump into a Void 
Pushing into a higher degree gave me a headache, pulsing, throbbing visions, sacred cow 
Bum, junk user due to dead eyes wide-opened that see nothing post death, learn to blow.

It only hurts when I am awake and breathing in and out, doesn’t make me laugh, it hurts too 
LOLs comin’ from deep down in my soul, my spirit is sanctified by the sacraments, in blue 
Commitments being paid back for the adoration of my station in the food chain, I’m stoked 
Feel it deeply, listen to a voice, kill all lights, singularity using gravitational collapse invoked.

Are you sure you don’t want to know all lies that have been disguised as the Truth? Last call 
A secret is no longer hiding in the heavenly shadows darker than the black star’s singularity 
Flying into the plethora, the whole story from the beginning to the bitter end of the protocol 
Signify your mind, your body and soulfulness of the spirit, God tricked Adam, made a hole. 

Bared the smooth or hairy skin for the autopsy while still living & breathing, damn the aliens 
It’s like human scientists teach all students in high schools & higher, dissect all the minions 
For the love of the gods, if there are any left over from the ice age, it is the place for no hero 
Home in place in Space, where Time began to tick moments of Justice’s pigham sammich.

Lonely roads you & I have walked & driven upon, some dirt, some asphalt and Earthbound 
Hunger for the love of the embraces you used to throw to me, before you died into a corpse 
Load for me to recall every time I visit/revisit the graves, below the topsoil, all I’ve ever said 
Blame is on me, I’m responsible for original sin, a climax of heaven on Earth’s dirty ground.

Blood spilled during the love, for the good of the species’ survival, pure strength survives It 
Every step from infancy to adult stages, this natural planet of the Big Bang throws a hussy fit 
For the sake of the good, the bad & the ugly, the beautiful are a mere misfit of the mutation 
Nothing has light but you can’t see it, it’s UV or infrared out-of-sight, hippy style, Big Surfin’.

Buying the wares that the traders want for your oil and gold, it’s what culture is all about, so 
Go from here on out, to your fathers’ mothers inherited culture, stay alive until your last huff 
Dream that your existence is more than it is, an accident that looks like an intended fiasco 
Truth bombs being dropped from the Ghost Train that flies above and below where gods go.

Hard or soft rockin’, all words that are agreed upon clicks, grunts & huffs, just a shady noise 
Gathered in a smaller space than a Dewey decimal point, Love is red flow in the heart, boys 
With the backbeat of the heartbeat, there’s a rhythm and a rhyme, sometimes more or less 
Goody goody, a rascal’s exposure to O2 gas of the sphere to a final suck of wind, goodness.

Matter and the Energy resulting from its incineration, it all comes down to the denominator

 Ludicrous as the first and last woman who bore Mankind, fire and the leftover ash is all of it 
Blind faith in unknown mystery isn’t the Truth, it’s a jumped conclusion, a mythos’ anomaly 
Pride in being a part of the masses with cheap-ass sunglasses, got some, all good, I’m fine.

Bring a knife to a gunfight, fine for all escrimaderos; you all need nothing but a rattan club 
Grab a knife, a sword and a machine that could be a cyborg, obviously, 12 moves & passes 
There is no defense other than an identical dance, as indulging in combat without glasses 
Pumping and distracting from the actual blow & silver-back ape scare, pounding chest rub.

Legs and arms know their way around the Space & Time occupied by the free forms of Evil 
Just the opposite of the ugly and the good, Live spelled backwards is Evil, it’s all y’all folks 
Nothing else in the universe other than you, myself & everybody else I know as well, 2 jokes 
We’re a step away from the ending of the story we each share on this battle of Bunker Hill.

You had to know and I had to tell you the answer to the proverbial question, nobody asked it 
Who is in charge here? You’re your leader or I’ll assume you don’t have one, you lost it, chit 
Bums and junkies crawled into their cocoon for safety and clearance from the target of prey 
Build something where there was nothing, death says, give it up baby, get ready yesterday!

by 
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed this out to the JAMZ of @ZZTop #ChromeSmokeAndBBQ on YouTube link
@ https://youtu.be/lRGPp0F98iA?si=SU1mCxD6McRz26F0 }

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