#TimeInSpace #EmptyHeadstart #MonkeysDidIt

 

A SOLID BET YOUR TIME HAS COME TODAY, BE THE BALLS' BOUNCES

Get off of my cloud, it's #9 and it's closed for the summer-winter downfall

You are not going to be usefully used as an idiot on a moron's footing call

Ice gets you through the scorching rays of the unconetemplating boredom

Of monks, nuns, priests & fell angels agree, Nothing is a form anti-matter.

It's a given from the hands of the unknown, X above and below the core

We're one burned out star in the pantheon of dots in the middle of a bore

Holy up & down the grave sites, headstones hard rock until the soul's free

Dying to get into the places you'll never see, heaven, hell & the purgatory.

A girl and a boy regard one another, then one goes rogue, heartbreakers on

Full stop in the crosswalk, running down the Truth and Lies of a brethren

Measuring fantasy against reality, yours is not mine and mine's not yours

It makes a difference if you love and if you don't, it's a major riff, a curse.

Until my happiness flows to another end, The Ends, it's over when it's over

Miracle is that I got to be here one second, a minute or a century, Love her

Forever & a day, not long enough to get to eternity to stay where It won't

All there is if I'm not mistaken is me, myself & I, that's all I share or I don't.

Read, understand, converse with the electronic dots in a matrix, ignore me

I know ignorance is bliss so I expect to be ignored, I do not bleed the bliss

Bliss is the lack of pain and suffering, a given to the revolution of Earth axis

A wobbling, spinning place in space for germs, amoeba & mankind's tryst.

Bums and junkes jukin' the responsible worker slave group, leftover bang

From the Big One that just exploded & dispersed the atoms of the cosmos

Some inside me, some inside you and the others we know who live & died

Ignorant of the origin other than belief in Daddy, Mommy and a slow ride.

Taking, giving, shutting down for the records, locked in myth, a god keeper

Alive and kicking, up and down the freeways and turnpikes of grim reaper

They all know just after one last heartbeat, a gasp for air, it's all over man

Women cry because the men and boys die, who cries for them girls?  I can.

It's not funny, it's a bit sad but that's the way happiness goes, you lose It

When it's gone, you can't get it back, like a butterfly, it's got to have a flit

From one end of the root to the tip of the flower, a thing itself lives to be

A sun catcher after the darkness rolls out, is me, I am all there is, you see?

Of course you can't see that, you're in my dream, a character with no score

I can't be in all characters at once, it's just one at a time, only one, no more

Come with me to the ending, it stops, it's quiet, it's still true, about Timing

It's all there is, It's everything, success or failure results, It's the only thing.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday June 4th, 2021 Anno Domi9ni @ 7:77 PMPST

{ Frozen stiff in Space for the Time of my life, worried no more, it is not

what it is, it's what it is not & I jammed this while listenin' to #TheVoid &

@TheChambersBrothers #HITS link @https://youtu.be/hIqwzQ7g-Cc } 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?

#VooDooChild #LeftBehindWithOnlyOneMind #FIRE @HENDRIX #GimmeThreeSteps cuz I'm #TwoStepsBehind #SaidILovedYouButILied

H2O GOES THERE?  DREAMS SWEPT AWAY VOODOO!
Monkeys go on Monday, trilobites come and go in a New York minute of millennia, it's a stingin'
We were the ones we were waiting for, water flowing over the Rockies, therefore, it's all of yous
Oh my God, what are you saying that there's an invisible creator or one who died to kill the Blues
Full stop man!  Meaning that there's Nothing if there is no God, I really mean it man, N O T H I N'.

Take a deep breath in and blow it out before you begin the journey, from here to way over there
Monsters & beautiful beings from a plethora in the heavens, above & below this dirt, arcane soot
Nothing wrong with diggin' in the dirt to plant the seeds of plants that grow & eat the CO2 for us
Kill the trees, the plants, the food, pollute the water & extinguish the genome's face, DNA caput.

Mothers and fathers all gone, swept up in the human races and a broken dream of a Rose Bowl
To life in prison without parole, you gotta stay behind the bars with the cement walls' holy hole
A tiny open wound to allow fake comfort of knowing your sentence to Hell's Life, bars all barred
To the end of walking and breathing, the end of the short story, amigas and amigos, it's so hard!

You will exit the entrance on the only day you can, the day you die from some unknown 1st Cause
Recollection of the pangs in your stomach of being nervous about what was yet to come, a pause
Health or illness will get you through, infancy to old age, the natural abuse of Mother Nature's Id
Got the beats down pat, it's the rhythm & the rhyme on my dime, when it's over, it's all over kid!

Logs rollin' into the bay so they can be sliced into 2 x 4's and studs for the projects of Washington
In the heat of the night where angels fear to go, Life froze stiff & ceased to be, in a Big Bang son
Left over atoms of molecules that used to be you, me and the infrastructure all disappear, It sings
Sin of fathers & mothers who got here thousands of years ago, like apemen, We kinks, We kings!

Society of human culture determines the happiness or sadness of the ones who see what's cookin'
Babies crying, children dying, old ladies and old, worn-out gentlemen with worn-out welcomes in
To be or not to be in the mix, in the cornucopia of Rock & DNA in mixed drinks to hide the poison
Just like the old man Socrates who died because he lied about lying, mighty Mo deceived the Sun.

No remedy for the terminally ill other than exit, stage right and you don't know where that leads
Could be up above in the clouds of Earth or in the Void of Space or maybe, it's your mama's face
In the aquarium of living, breathing ocean fauna, frogmen swim and feed the minions, food feeds
Trees and bushes surround my headstones filling the cemeteries with the Clear Light, a won race.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ You know the drill, drafted in utero, recollected at 69 in 2021 & now it's in your head with the melody of @Chicago #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kiu8SH2Gcj8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FakePhantasy #DreamReality #HeightsOfAbsurdity #HellaTwoDuhNawNaw #WhoGotDaBiggizGunz @CHICAGObandwidth @WARtheBand #BugsBunEazeclipsInTheFinale

ABSURD, STUPID, WHACKED, ALOOF, CLUELESS, #FAKE WISDOM

Imagination and your breathing wind that fuels your cell mitosis is all that there is for us yo Ma
There's nothing you'll leave behind when you die, whether you're conservative or my precious
Radical policies of radical politicians from Wall Street to San Ysidro down the sands of old Baja
Pops had no idea that climaxes he had could lead to this here and that there, open wound of US.

Bugs on your windshield splat that won't come off without an ice scraper, insect blood sticky
Wipers cannot do justice upon the bug death, the exoskeletons flatten out in time, in the dark
On to the range for self-defense of my mother Earth & her children of unwed fathers' progeny
Working for the cash, volunteer labor without any payday being an inmate in prison drapery.

Bobbing bobbers of Garcia poles, tips pointing down to an imaginary core of hostile hook 'em ups
For the sake of being cool and calm when you find out the Truth about my fortunate son is a cobra
You will need some Blind Faith to begin with, right off of the get go, we all gotta be bat fever cups
#WhatTheWhat words left a Spirit of the dead souls that left Commands to bawl so come on brah!

 A long time ago, a yellow-paged telephone book gave credit to undeserved ilk, for the love of money
The rich ego got richer and the poor got poorer, the corporation bloomed from bankruptcy to Valhalla
Thor has nothing on the morons who move from coast to coast, being the smoke signal is also the fire
Burning in utero from conception all the way to the extinction of the shebang's DNA contents, a wire.

Tightrope above & below a fight you have here & now with ones you love, until death does your parts
Predators of apes, cats, dogs & bugs will put it all in perspective, homeless welfare for freelove pharts
Mother Jones and Q-anon nut-jib-jabs with the origin of Man, the #Wetmarket or the GD Mad Hatter
Caring about the final end of Life is one thing, it's all over man, there's no rest of the story, it's all Her.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 07:59 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the Void this AM while blastin' @ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on @kste650AM out of #RiverCity, #SARS9 &  listenin' to @WarTheBand #ShesFromTheSothernPartOfTexas link @ https://youtu.be/4SFFLklsdt8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?