NOTHING DOING, EVERYTHING'S BROKEN by ONE, THE MANY #1stWomanOnTheMoon #1stPeasantOfColorOnTheMoon *

A FLY IN THE OINTMENT, STAB YOUR ARSE & ARMS

Putting the most you've ever given to anyone else right there in front of the present microchips

Then you'll die and leave some legacy behind, whether it's intelligent or counter-intuitive flips

Perfunctory this matter and energy, all that it is, was and will be the whole shebang, more or less

You and I won't know in a hundred years what was right and what was wrong about the analysis.

 

Service is an option as diametrically opposed to alternatives, metaphysical adepts, sons of Nepal

There's a circadian rhythm to the rhyme on which we all base our conjecture proof of Truth, see pal

You've got more or less the finished product of human evolution, it's a dead end, nothin' but a hole

Rockin' chair moves to and fro for Ma even after Pa had a seizure in the nerves and bloody soul.

Comedy trippin' in a tragedy from the orphanage where mama left me, she was a sister, in a holy see

That's all the love hangin' out of her, drippin' onto the huge rosary of beads, mouse clickin' insanity

For the ends justify the means in some specific cases of Momentous Events, tiny gangster skirmishes

Four by four marching to final four Ends where the appetite eats dead plant, animals & dead fishes.

Performing the actions on the stage when you're not afraid to get to the end of the play, a gay finale

No levity in the situation when it's Time, yours or mine, Time is money & the cash is up top's sum

Sudden impact when the shattered bits and pieces coalesced into a pile of heathen blind faith sale

Your idea of a revolution is as foreign as Saturn, Jupiter or Uranus, holding Neptune's plutonium.

Symbolic gesture of ahistorical data compiled into piles of divine smiles, silver dreams of God

As if the idea referred to is the actual thing itself, downloaded consciousness from solid rocks

Just because there was a Will of a Supreme Being, dreaming mind of a Buddah mind deep dive

Son, Father & a Holy Spirit in a bundle for a theological mythology, Earth moon & Mars live!

Perfect DNA modified to become degenerated due to wear and tear of friction and fake gravity

Hydrogen & oxygen with carbon based half-life radioactivity, theoretically, my origin's relativity

Atoms build like sticky blocks or blobs and in their inner code, become the form's secret code

Thinking and smiling about the fact that you're alive, here and now, you'll get by in laugh mode.

Going to where you can never return from, someday over the rainbow, way up high, a cold one

Space without anything living, dead and gone moving things, animals, growing synthetic sunshine

Dead, gone stardirt circling in elliptical orbit about the origin of it's unconscious verve, will supreme

It's the responsibility of nobody & there's nothing wrong with being right, a virus, a bacterium meme.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, April 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:59 PMPST

{  Jammed listenin' to #TheLifeAcoustic @EVERLAST on youTube link @https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc }

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#GotAJonesFromSmith #TommyGunner @EVERLAST @DavidBowie #DARKStarz

REDSKIN & BONES PLUCKIN' WEEDS OFF GRAVES OF UNCLE BUDDY & AUNTIE GERT *
You ain't rollin' my stone in front of my tomb and stoppin' my spirit with an anti-matter tour
There is nothing that can keep me away from you, the living if I want to haunt you, mi amigo
Therefore, I am what I am, eating raw spinach or red hots & french fries' silver bullet terminator
Soul on fire and got cold before then final burst of a shine, brighter than a jetblack star's lingo.

Punks sayin' words that ring true compared to what?  Somethin' your mama said your pop did?
It's not their fault, they were only young girls raisin' babies into adults, flyin' by seats of panties
But lookin' real good, most lookin' so good before the first and after the third & last buck or doe
Shinin' their light from the bottom up to the top of the #BottomUp where even angels don't go.

It's unfinished not only because it's your #Woke consciousness' Will to Survive, to be or so be it
But also your stone in your mind and your hand is a notion that could melt away with a round
Random shot in the dark, you're not the target but you're the reason why you survived death
All but your mother wanted to see you die even if they needed to wait for It, puffin' breath.

Weak or strong, sometimes one way or the other matters and sometimes it don't, my cherry pie
I get a Jones for a slice or two now & then, I even get a fever and a thirst for the pits' sweet G.I.
Numb flesh down to the bone marrow, I don't like that & I want to dash & cry, I know it's futile
Resistance to the power that is, gravity and galactic solar system's children stories of scat piles.

Rocks & pebbles skipped hard & soft rock stages where bones beat skin & twanged stainless steel
Air blown sound merged with dead silence to create the rhythm & melody of the holy symphony
Treble & bass infused in the ABCDEFG sharps & flats on the cleffs, pops said it pays to be a phony
Thoughts to be the music in the middle of neither men nor mice, just a bystander of nappin' seals.

Cookin' a spoon on a candle stick in the prison cell when the guards are paid to pretend it's cool
Warden changed things, everybody addicted hung themselves by dawn from their homemade rig
Sorted out the chaff and the remains were the cream of the crop who were best at bein' a fool
All of the kings and queens women & men were all just too human to be the Truth, a GD shindig.

Meanin' no offense to the popes, cardinals, bishops, priests, pastors and ministers, a lonely road
I chose to go on that middle path, there was no force other than logic & rational thought's load
Never a crowd around me to help carry my load, it's my own load to bear, it's my Will, I'm a fan
No worries I got fire-TNTcandy, jumpin' district red-yellowish blues, wide-open mama's hand!

I made a commitment to every move you make from the wake-up to the wink-wink time space
Feeling in the inside goes outside but there's no reason for being dependent on mankind, oh gods
Meaning as much about Nothing as you've ever wondered before and never will in a #Futurama
I don't need it, I want it because the alternative is a long-time Void, boring part of the act-drama.

Conception in my father-mother mercy on my soul, unabashed & dependent only on space-time
Sons of guns and bitches' lemonade & philosophical gibberish qualifying as unintelligible rhyme
Grateful for the random chance I've entered the matter in some capacity allowing introspection
Dead in the dark alone, little American falling darkstar, mortally wounded in counter-revolution.

by
r j j  stephan, i  { I'm horrid & horribly undead, et tous?  }
c.  Dimanche, April 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 07:11 AMPST
{  #Gashed out the cosmos without permission this AM, layin' back in Sacto gettin' a rise out of @Everlast #EatAtWhitey's from 2000 A.D.  #HITs like #StoneInMyHand, #SadGirl & #BlackJesus youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc }
* { Hollar out, random ancestor dedication to my dad's sister Gertrude Stephan-Flashing & her husband Buddy Flashing, Fireman extraordinaire (#SuperDuperman) }
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#ScatHappenedThenEyesDied #SuperUnnatural #OneMore @Santana @Springsteen #EVENT #WhatsGoinDown? #WAR @WARtheBand #boopThereItIs

PHILO'S STONE, TIMED 420, MINIONS' MUD & BONE
So, simple-minded that it's unbearable for the many but some although not many, so very few
Come to the end of their days and nights with a clear picture of the here-after, whatever it is
Come with me to live in this world with the change of the vanguard, the mamas & papas stew
Mixed in the menudo of cowboys and indians, pirates and privateers, stones & sticks sweet kiss.

It's high time you came home after being long gone for so long, thought you left me high & dry
Back to the simple and complex alternating the presence inside of the consciousness, I will try
Not hard but so easy that it's difficult if not impossible to take that final leap into the blind boy
Fathers' grandfathers lost their shirts to dark angels who played poker with jokers gone wild.

Colored or black and white, the picture is a blur and clears as you stare into the Void, to be not
Regardless of your status, rich, poor, good, bad, stupid or genius' gifts to humanity, bull's snot
Word's are up and down with the weight of gravity or lack of it, Time's offering in outer Space
Bought the ticket, paid the price, took the trip from the dock to the Emptiness of Jesus' off face.

Mom and dad ain't there, they ain't here but here I am, now but not forever, it's an non-sequitur
No following the sheep stampede over the cliff to fall to their life changing event, eaten by Her
Who she is and why she comes up from the volcanic ash and miracles of a planetary malfunction
Blame it on the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost because you can't believe the Truth, I am Sin.

I'm Adam's apple and I'm Eve's egg recombined into this genome, as above, so below, I can't fly
Up or down, in or out, seems to be the war of inner might, all about me not you, I'm 'bout to die
Searchin' for anything for yourself'll yield the same old blocks, bombin' the funk back to the sea
What and where the these and those have gone now that they're all gone, buried, burned to be.

Purpose for the simulation underway is up for the spin around the square blocks, a woke dream
As above, so below the dreamer dreams and the dream happens as the dreamer produces cream
A mix that's instant & always ready to go, a meal of constant consciousness of presence, a dam
Oh sisters and fathers, our mother is pregnant again with the folly of a human genome gnome.

Love on ice now, it's colder than ever here without your warm skin and bones, heartbeat of One
You ain't comin' back, it ain't the first time or the last time it happened, I just can't forget about
Your pretty face & hairstyle from Glamour magazine and the Sears catalogues long-gone wear
Matched but a beer short of a 12-pack, it was a cold one too, not warm panther leaks of beer!

I got fooled again but it won't ever happen next time, I know all the tricks of the witching time
Spells that I don't know and can't remember if I ever did know, older than poke salad, cool rhyme
Die game of #PutInTake, rolled all night long, not enough luck to win it all, the end's #RedRover
Mothers got it like this not like that, I know it all, #Triggered now, my finger's on it, it's all over!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, April 10th {#410} 2021 Anno Domini @ 07:07 AMPST
{  Jammed to a #GodFilledSoul #DevilsAndDust #GodFilledSoulNoMore @Bruce_Springsteen in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/cG8ZQkeZvzc & @Carlos_Santana & @Eric_Clapton in perpetuity #Supernatural link @ https://youtu.be/Ltq7lIi2SVI?list=PLD25E4B209215D296}
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