#F-47 ARTISTIC LICENSE SUSPENDEED IN THIN AIR, FOREVER & TODAY! ROBERT ZIMMERMAN & THE TEMPTATIONS #SkunkworksMythology #ICantSeeItAtAll #F-47 FLIGHT 341 RHAPSODY IN BLUES

AS ABOVE, SO WHAT BELOW?

Don't blame me for the things I cannot control that happen to us all, go ahead

Blame me anyway for all of the effects of every cause under the sun, it's dead

Soul and spirit that did not survive the flatline of the EKG, it was over, all over

Nothing like a ghost floating into another dimension, to see happiness forever.

Being adult and avoiding the childhood fairy tales of our ancestry, just do it

If you have your senses & utilize logic & reason, conclusions will deduce I

One immortal one that you & only you are, can't be uncertain about a fit bit

A maneuver required it, it was the only option to succeed, a divine white lie.

Beer and wine, not to mention the spirits distilled by heated concoction high

Onto the gist of the whole shebang, where angels all fear to go, a God on nigh

Hits below and above your belts, knowing the feeling you've recalled yet again

Harm or first aid applied before y'all give up the ghost, it's academic mortal sin.

Fear of whatever Nothing is when it all comes down to Everything, in Time

Moment by infinite seconds measuring the forms and matter droppin' a dime

Upon our heads, within & without the skull, all in the bones, damaged tumors

Alive and well in the yin & yang present moving from future to past's doors.

Your words ring in my ears or maybe it's just the tinnitus or tell-tale heartbeat

You know, only you do and I know too, the Truth cannot keep you in a seat

Sat as long as allowed by the condition you've dropped into, hello & farewell

Golden Rule absorbed into the plethora, dream was a dream Eden's holy hell.

If and only if a conclusion is absolutely true, then the premises are true too

There are no alternatives to this undeniable truth about the nature of Reality

Why we're all breathing in the gas & exhaling the gas, for a short time, see

Or even if blinded by the light, your intellect unveils the Truth, it is Blues.

Afterlife is either somewhere or nowhere, only for the living on Earth's orb

No other planets of this Sun nor planets orbiting any star in the infinity blur

None of them have living, animate, aerobic & anaerobic mutations of Darwin

Life on Earth, as y'all know, as they say, that's a dream in a dream, a win-win.

Gone far away from the first place we all started from, ahead is behind a door

No lock, no latch to open it, shut tight to keep the hands off of the hot redwood

Yet, there it was and still is, a barrier keeping the chafe outside on the loop's rim

Fly away to grab a piece of a cosmic pizza, it's like a frisbee, returnin' to him.

Inner sanctum imploded then exploded, a holy and empty space between stars

Each of the ones compiled into the many with no gravitational collapse of cars

Instead of the far side there was the near-sighted way-too-far side, a boomerang

Of the mice & men who originated from bacteria & viruses, Singularity's fang.

Bygones won't be identical to get even with karma, you owe & can't payback

Rest in peace, rest assured you will not unless your slate is clean as hot crack

Monsters under beds or just in heads, reality is your own projection, a godson

It is done, crosstraffic uphill, lived & died in L.A., above & below my six gun.

Instilled through random recombinant RNA, here we are, thank God for biology

Helped the understanding of the weird & unexplainable behavior of evil humanity

Nothing personal, facts of life my father advised me, he's in heaven with Jesus' city

Afterlife itself, being a Top Secret place in Space to incarnate in a heavenly body.

Excuse my rhythm and rhyme, it's nothing personal, as I may have said, I reiterate

I began with blind faith, unbelievable schtick from all too human, a fake vertibrate

I'm sayin' what I mean; meanin' what I say, each Spaceman & Spacewoman knows

You're born conceived in a breed created from Nothingness, maybe protozoa holes.

In every case, if you read English & understand the Word being elucidated ala One

Then it's if and only if you have faith or 'jump' to an irrational, induced conclusion

Meaning you may be one of the only conscious entities on Earth who know Truth

As above it is, so below it is as well, mi amigo here in Space & now Time forsooth.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-4-MMXXVI Anno Domini  6:54 AMPST

{ Chopped off of the old block yesterday, finished this AM on 9/5 Samedhi, for the minions awaiting the WORD made FLESH to DWELL amongst US while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum album.  CHEERS~  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

SPECIFICALLY SPECIES DNA MUTATES TIME DIMENSIONS IN THE PLETHORA'S SINGULARITY; HEY MAN, YOU GOT ANY BREAD OR AMBROSIA? SAVE YOUR BOX TOPS & ROT YOUR TEETH OUT TOO!

FEELING THE THOUGHTS, THINKING IN-TOUCH

In the dire straits' still of the night, I spied the end of my world, all my own

I left your world behind me, yes all of y'all, blisters on your fingers & thumb

Now with the faggots without the jet airplanes, life as a ghost is a hot i-phone

In communicado but usually not runnin' commando for modesty sake, chum.

Hick of the month  proceeds to party right there in front of the kings & queens

Interjections highlight the propositional logic, deducing the truth from white lies

They know what they know and nobody else knows what that might be, X-scenes

Figures agreed upon drawing of a line or groups of lines without order, by & byes.

In the beginning of the first light making you cry like a baby does, can't handle it

Disappointment overwealms the soul, makes your whole world crumble to scat

Maybe if you didn't jump in with your heart & soul, you might not fall in a hole

Next time keep your eyes wide open & never lose your bloody mind to a hip pole.

Hearing yourself when you speak yields not only the rattle & hum but also, you

In the hole it echoes until the sound is incomprehensible, then it vanishes in blue

Songs written & sung, repeat ad infinitum, until memorized by heart, nonchalant

It's either some chocolate or vanilla fudge to be tasted & swallowed heaven sent.

Nothing you nor I can do, nobody can do anything at all about it, it's what It did

Never before or repeating the same thing over & over, ad infinitum, end finished

Travel north to south, east to west & vice versa, subjected to nouns & predicates

Until you're dead & gone, it's how it all goes, you've nothing to do with the fates.

You surrogate mother programmed our existence's essence, you always knew, I see

It took seven decades to recollect the nature of this beast within, orphan of Mother

Earth brought me into the world & Ma took me out of it, just a wee lad, oh my Gee

Matter and the energy mix put our feet at the start & the finish, on way or another.

Annointed by the holy guys and gals who attribute life to the unseen, invisible

In Truth and blind Faith, attributes assigned to a ghosted chimera, wanderer too

Gone from star to star, makin' things from Nothing & leaving for the coastal hell

Blink 182 times or not, you'll fall asleep before too long, God will ring your bell.

Death comes too soon, Life came unexpected but it was addictive as crank & coke

Ways and means to spend the breathing in and out, masticating & swallowing swill

Fruits of the vines & nuts of the trees pulled you into the eat no life's animal kill

Who eats liver & thinks that it's a clean organ when it filters what nobody can toke.

Right of the left-hand is the whole shebang in a bucket, full pail to kick the can

Fools in the control of every action that needs the puppet strings in eyes of a fan

Command all actions through sound of magic spells, boys & girls have no choice

Laughing and aloof, not aware it's their fate comin' for retribution for being boys.

Eve's girls were the empty vessels hangin' on strings & the corners of heavy traffic

Adam's boys were less than zero on the number scale, a fraction of negative oness

Traffic stopped for the choo-choo train, guard rails were down, red lights blinkin'

Known destiny, feelin' & thinkin' for unknown fates of the livin', dyin' & smilin'.

by

R J J  STEPHAN, I

c.  September 3rd 2026 Anno Domini (Happy Birthday Mama Salvatrese Maria Alfano-Stephan nee 1923)

{ God intervened & caused amnesia in all Life on Earth, left blind faith as a present for the ones who know that, "Timing isn't One thing, Timing is Everything!" }

I MET HER IN CHURCH

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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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