Monday, May 27, 2019
Sunday, May 26, 2019
#AintNoWordsToThisReasonOrRhyme #JustDanceAndHumAlong
UP, DOWN, STRATEGIC STAR 2 1/2 *
For the sake of moments in Time ‘cause you never know, next breathalyzer might be the last
Not because you desire it to be that way, it’s out of our control, call it #Fate or a divinity cast
Gods aplenty in ancient and modern civilizations of humanity, Australopithecus DNA strings
Left without anything to hang on to, no glue, faux Velcro, no elector-magnetic AC/DC stings.
I fall asleep then wake up and move about the streets, heads-up, hands-down, a body of bees
Here, Now, a place in Space and Time, random recombination of first cause’s gravity feasts
Desire and responsibility have nothing at all to do with it, it being the nature of fake realities
Not yours or your friends and relatives, even if they know everything, professors and priests.
Microscopically in the macrocosm, I found the essence of the natural flow of plasma, it’s me
Believe me or not, the reason why you and all of the rest exists is because I will it to be, to be
I said that a million times and every time I’ve heard that I’m wrong about that and all I said
Leaving the dream for the Truth, for the challenge to pain and suffering, die if you ain’t dead.
Look behind Oz’s curtain please? See that the magic is an illusion behind the hidden wings
Dreamin’ events that will appear out of the blue, like in a way, on wasted white doves’ bums
Sweet or sour, they all melt into liquid dust eventually, free to pretend, solid gas, we’re atoms
Flowing blood, in the rivers and streams of seven continents, powers revolt as freedom rings!
Find more than one way out though there was only one way in, you willed it to be me and you
Payment for the deal is the inability to recollect that we’re here and now but not accidentally
Purpose for parents makin’ love is to force energy into matter, analyzed conceptions of blues
Injecting venom into the Forms of gods’ likenesses means nothing, Earth spins, Life’s a ruse!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST
{ sepsis bled out the #Vibes while jammin’ with the 'RARE-EARTH' #Ma & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs }
*Header photo is my Origin! @TheresaMaryAlfanoStephan RIP #MamaMia 
your baby!
your baby!
W.W.A.R.D.?
#NobodyIsAnnointed #RoadTripRules
LOVE WILL KNOW, INFINITELY ‘57
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Heaven above this ground of being, surface of Earth, dirt, rock, river, hot, volcanic lava spigot
Peace and War are the names for the thing itself, this world of divine scat from cow pie fads
Not just because I want it to be that way, I don’t, it is because it IS, that is all, it’s what ya git
What does it all stand for? What is this movement of the First Cause to this a man’s gonads.
Professors’ barkin’ the categorical imperatives of the first degree and the latest papal decree
On the road to ecstatic embrace with the origin that came before your conception, a honeybee
Cream of the crop drippin’ from the blown out balloons that used to be full of free toll-ways
Oxygen and Hydrogen that freed the rocks to roll down to the foothills of the dried up bays.
Premium and Ethylene puttin’ out the high octane, liquid rocks, dinosaur ooze-oil greasin’
Burnin’ it up and makin’ it all go up in smoke, out to the upper atmosphere to reignite a fire
But why can’t we just keep on dreamin’ right on through the sleepy, #LemonDroppyDreamin’
Over a multi-colored rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet smiles of angels to my blown tire.
Watch the smoke rise from the tip of the fire’s burn, white hot and closer to the sun than we
Touchin’ it melts my skin and bones into an effulgent ooze, lovin’ Earth from core to the sea
Imaginary hope, a mighty creator of evolution, #FakeNews case of Isis Oasis Sanctuary, ‘I Is’
I am overcome, I came from my father’s DNA, my mother’s hosted nest, a momentary sepsis.
Finally, after the final heartbeat and breath of you and I, that’ll be a straw-broke camel-back
Sunny days’ and a hodge-podge menudo of Time and Space, whirling in dervish shark attack
Among the tears in the sea and before you get over here to me, you’ll feel the separation, dad
Lust for holy Gold in your soul’s all good, immortal ground of being, It is never done, be glad!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 26, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Counter-developed during a microscopic macrocosm crash, you’ll never know what I mean! You’re welcome & listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #Pretender link @ https://youtu.be/IgZsfm_9KHk and my own ‘Machine’ #RicoFavoriteHits iHeart RADIO internet link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/my-693414583/ }
FINIS
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