HOMEY DON'T PLAY THE TETHER-CAT CATHETER SHEET
In the middle of the empty room, you know right where you stand, where you are at in Space
A dream at dusk when white light turns red-orange or daydream at dawn's early lit book face
Flowing and having fun being alive before the exit from this cruel, cruel world, a day's seized
If I wasn't supposed to be alive and be caused by the accident of my mom & pop's DNA pieces.
Apes are gorillas, all too human, question the meaning of the dead men's infinite wisdom of pi
All they actually know for certain is 3.14 and that's all there is, evolution from a star's Big Banger
This is the Time in Space my father warned me about with the #FactsOfLife, I'm here & now to fly
Simply complex cell of protoplasmic words whittled down to rock hard wood, erected to the sky.
Baseless foundation of complex anima appeared through spontaneous combustion's redhot star
We call it the One, it's the Sun caused liquid, rolling stone turned to skull and bone, a jolly roger
Leaning just because of the angular momentum of the swan boats and lilly pads of frog graffiti
It's a coldest pond near the bog and swamp of the grounded mine field, hell on this Earth party.
Trouble means nothing while in possession of the invisible philosopher stone, words of my spells
Magical wands in the wrong hands pass to the right hands and #Presto, a truth must be told too
Dirty TV screens and babbling speakers without lips, just a plug in an outlet full of power to be us
You, me & everybody else, getting respect or not, we live & die, losers all gonna go, you feel me?
Often if not always begin your premise to your argument's conclusion with the word, "SO" & then
Cry or laugh about what you'll say to Pete and repeat the mantra ad infinitum, until you see a Zen
Nothing special less than a neutrino, larger than a Super Nova deep in space without eyes to see
Talking without saying anything any intelligence might muster as a sign of the creator in creation.
There is no creator here nor there, it ain't my fault, I'm just a messenger, a scribe of the scribbled
Monkey in & out of a cage, potty trained, educated in the West & East ilk of humanity's struggle
Best friends don't die twice, unless you count in your sleep, cut oxygen off in a wetdream's dread
Meaning nothing, much ado about nothing that has presence, soul, mind ain't there, you're dead!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. March 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Drafted in total Oneness & listenin' to two hours & two minutes of #LowDownDirtyBluesNumberNine #9 link @ https://youtu.be/V-iuU6ne7ws }
FINIS & STAY CALM DOGS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, March 26, 2021
#ItsYourAudibleCall #GameStopper #ItsOverWhenItsOver
Thursday, March 25, 2021
#KeepItAllToYourself #UnwindThatSheet #MindYourP's&Q's #Groovin' #KeepOnDancin #RareEarth #ItsOver #ETC #CryptoCryptsOfStenchBostonMasons
#Bloodsucking #RottenDeadBodies #Rats #BubonicPlague #HaveMercy
JUST SWEET DREAMS LOST, CAN'T WIN MAGIC GOLD'S PEARLS *
Swabbin' this dream's poop decks, subs & air carriers, crawl, swim, float, jumpin' to fly
Scholars who become educated in serving somebody, someone's population of blue sky
Traded for a first round draft pick of people unproven to win but hell broke loose, Adam
Legend of One man who got here all alone without Eve, no thoughts that pigs are ham?
At a barbeque, discussions of special interest silver bullets, red, blue or purple bee hive
Grandparents of the grandchildren are cured of their ignorance of being alive, the most fit survive
Shaken bones and strangled air oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen all combine to make me die of CO2's
It's a minor choke, a little nudge nearly out of this world, another dimension's fork in the blues.
Power to cause effects is the forte of the conscious human yet it's a power fading into deep wood
In the center of the forest's field of wet or dry dreams, you wake up from all of them just for food
To eat and drink and be merry for tomorrow we won't, the Will, the Soul dies with the 208 bones
Neither human, inhumane animals nor anchored plants will survive a Black Hole's Singularity, son!
Thought about the words, what the sounds mean to the mind, construing the Truth to be False
Empty mind launched into outerspace, mental processes of astronauts & cosmonauts, no bawls
Nothing is much more infinite than a finite #Pipedream, a microscopic dream within a wetdream
As above, so below this Earth's ground of being, a planet of the Sun, At One god, infinity's system.
I will desire and want not what I cannot get, I paid for what I needed and I got what I wanted, so
I am ready to roll, I saw and then I came right down into the fray, here with y'all in the league too
No trade clause in my contract, got me where you want me, obedient to categorical imperatives
Beholding to the thirst and hunger that was nurtured by mother's milk and A, B, C formula jives.
Apes from Chicago move on to the suburbs of everywhere else, crossed rivers, found a fool's gold
From worms to ants, birds and bees, the world turned for them, never for angels with cherry pies
Like you my friend, yes you, reading this is not a panacea to help sit back, relax and watch the lies
Masquerade as lunatic Truths written in commanded lightening & thunder-cracked rock I rolled!
by
r j j stephan, i *EyesCriedSorrow #DivingInTheBayForPearls
c. March 25, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the blackness of Space while listenin' to @RoyOrbison concert @ https://youtu.be/MeKZJNev9Ds & #ZygoticYouGotIt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QNAVrQ96mpA & @BobDylan #YouGotToServeSomebody link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU & #ThingsHaveChanged #WaterIsUnderTheBridge #JustPassinThrough #LockedInTight #WorldsGonnaExplode #EyesUsedToCare link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Swabbin' this dream's poop decks, subs & air carriers, crawl, swim, float, jumpin' to fly
Scholars who become educated in serving somebody, someone's population of blue sky
Traded for a first round draft pick of people unproven to win but hell broke loose, Adam
Legend of One man who got here all alone without Eve, no thoughts that pigs are ham?
At a barbeque, discussions of special interest silver bullets, red, blue or purple bee hive
Grandparents of the grandchildren are cured of their ignorance of being alive, the most fit survive
Shaken bones and strangled air oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen all combine to make me die of CO2's
It's a minor choke, a little nudge nearly out of this world, another dimension's fork in the blues.
Power to cause effects is the forte of the conscious human yet it's a power fading into deep wood
In the center of the forest's field of wet or dry dreams, you wake up from all of them just for food
To eat and drink and be merry for tomorrow we won't, the Will, the Soul dies with the 208 bones
Neither human, inhumane animals nor anchored plants will survive a Black Hole's Singularity, son!
Thought about the words, what the sounds mean to the mind, construing the Truth to be False
Empty mind launched into outerspace, mental processes of astronauts & cosmonauts, no bawls
Nothing is much more infinite than a finite #Pipedream, a microscopic dream within a wetdream
As above, so below this Earth's ground of being, a planet of the Sun, At One god, infinity's system.
I will desire and want not what I cannot get, I paid for what I needed and I got what I wanted, so
I am ready to roll, I saw and then I came right down into the fray, here with y'all in the league too
No trade clause in my contract, got me where you want me, obedient to categorical imperatives
Beholding to the thirst and hunger that was nurtured by mother's milk and A, B, C formula jives.
Apes from Chicago move on to the suburbs of everywhere else, crossed rivers, found a fool's gold
From worms to ants, birds and bees, the world turned for them, never for angels with cherry pies
Like you my friend, yes you, reading this is not a panacea to help sit back, relax and watch the lies
Masquerade as lunatic Truths written in commanded lightening & thunder-cracked rock I rolled!
by
r j j stephan, i *EyesCriedSorrow #DivingInTheBayForPearls
c. March 25, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the blackness of Space while listenin' to @RoyOrbison concert @ https://youtu.be/MeKZJNev9Ds & #ZygoticYouGotIt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QNAVrQ96mpA & @BobDylan #YouGotToServeSomebody link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU & #ThingsHaveChanged #WaterIsUnderTheBridge #JustPassinThrough #LockedInTight #WorldsGonnaExplode #EyesUsedToCare link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
#WadeThroughMuckAndMire #YouAreTheMire #CheechandChong
SILVER, GOLD, DIAMOND-DUST H2O, TRIPPIN' TRINITY!
Nothing is alive, there's no such creation that is a fairy, it's a fictional tool, pretend I'm a demigod
As if there's any moral imperative or ten commandments, ethics of the good, the bad & the ugly
Like you were the day you were thrust from the womb, always dark, never lit any fire in my blood
Mongrels and pedigreed merge for the return back to the origin, nothing at all to see here silly!
A climb and a swim, it's all good in the middle of the Springtime, on Hawaii's hot, emerald Ku'uai
If you don't believe me, I don't care but if you believe me, you'll see the clear light of a king's sky
No need or desire to go beyond the pale so just back off of the starting line, ready, get it set son
Around the last bend, in the backstretch and across the finish line, winner in a race of only one.
In trouble or not, you have to sleep and you have to be happy or else you'll dive into the red dirt
Muddy flowed bigger than I thought, riverbends erased for the raging current, a Mississippi hurt
Running from the angels and assuming that the natural Cosmic Void is all there is, gods are dead
Used to be one, than the many began, one star blown to smithereens, planets of divinity's dread.
More questions asked by the Many, praying to the One & becoming the Many ad infinitum pages
Divinity admits nothing, humanity deflects blame to the others including divinity, kiddies in cages
Hold your illicit genetic malfunction in check, no foolin' around married or single, population stop
Lies to kill the Word from the tower of Babel to the citadel of red barns, on to the boss hog slop.
Censor the thoughts that nobody can think or else the thoughts will bring down the gang's bang
Civilized in the muck and mire because there was no choice, children from foreign countries hang
In the fenced in joints in south Texas, what about the POPE, where's PAPA? Bangin' the boards?
Kids sent by their mothers who knew that there was only one way to save them from warlords.
Father, son, ghostly trinity somehow creates a human female from nothing? A miracle of stink
Now we're here, ready to be happy and avoid pain & suffering, avoid sadness & perpetual strife
Social justice and economic justice are two ideas that kill the Word and devolve the genomic ink
Quickly figure the resolution to survive on this mighty dirt ball's orbital path, Earth's a risky life.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March 24th, 2021 Anno Domini #RUSHequaledTimeInSpace
{ I drafted this piece with nothing between my ears, an empty head-full of cryptic poppycock
translated into the Fire, the Word random yet germaine listenin' to @TommyCastro #BigSistersRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pRbyC-K8-5A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
As if there's any moral imperative or ten commandments, ethics of the good, the bad & the ugly
Like you were the day you were thrust from the womb, always dark, never lit any fire in my blood
Mongrels and pedigreed merge for the return back to the origin, nothing at all to see here silly!
A climb and a swim, it's all good in the middle of the Springtime, on Hawaii's hot, emerald Ku'uai
If you don't believe me, I don't care but if you believe me, you'll see the clear light of a king's sky
No need or desire to go beyond the pale so just back off of the starting line, ready, get it set son
Around the last bend, in the backstretch and across the finish line, winner in a race of only one.
In trouble or not, you have to sleep and you have to be happy or else you'll dive into the red dirt
Muddy flowed bigger than I thought, riverbends erased for the raging current, a Mississippi hurt
Running from the angels and assuming that the natural Cosmic Void is all there is, gods are dead
Used to be one, than the many began, one star blown to smithereens, planets of divinity's dread.
More questions asked by the Many, praying to the One & becoming the Many ad infinitum pages
Divinity admits nothing, humanity deflects blame to the others including divinity, kiddies in cages
Hold your illicit genetic malfunction in check, no foolin' around married or single, population stop
Lies to kill the Word from the tower of Babel to the citadel of red barns, on to the boss hog slop.
Censor the thoughts that nobody can think or else the thoughts will bring down the gang's bang
Civilized in the muck and mire because there was no choice, children from foreign countries hang
In the fenced in joints in south Texas, what about the POPE, where's PAPA? Bangin' the boards?
Kids sent by their mothers who knew that there was only one way to save them from warlords.
Father, son, ghostly trinity somehow creates a human female from nothing? A miracle of stink
Now we're here, ready to be happy and avoid pain & suffering, avoid sadness & perpetual strife
Social justice and economic justice are two ideas that kill the Word and devolve the genomic ink
Quickly figure the resolution to survive on this mighty dirt ball's orbital path, Earth's a risky life.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March 24th, 2021 Anno Domini #RUSHequaledTimeInSpace
{ I drafted this piece with nothing between my ears, an empty head-full of cryptic poppycock
translated into the Fire, the Word random yet germaine listenin' to @TommyCastro #BigSistersRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pRbyC-K8-5A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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