#ICU but you #DontSeeMyGhost #JustWinCryBaby #RaidersNaturallyDayDreamt @AbbottAndCostello @Mariah_Carey

BALLS REGURGITATED UNDERNEATH GOLDEN GATES

Do all you can to repeat the redundant and mundane until it's all there is, drop a dime

From gardens in your yard to the prairies out to the open oceans in Space, just in Time

Just outside of this atmosphere, this gas is all there is to keep us alive in a deeper blue

Of cosmic, winding DNA to be or not in The Way, muddy water dust, whirlpool of screw.

Fire symbolizes the origin and the final destination of the soul on ice or in stained glass' blazes

Icing is on the #Cake, you and I will eat it too when the time comes, star-sun will rise in phases

Never moving but we fly faster than light in the common denominator of a One, undergrounded

7th sons & their ilk hang on corners, as if uncontrolled welfare of dependents, papas ain't dead.

Beams of light move from a point to another, lines drawn in the sand, over there, now o'er here

Kindness and aloofness gets you out of the picture like you're a fly on the wall, be mean my dear

Invisibility is all it's cracked up to be, to be the unfiltered, unbridled nature of a humane racetrack

Like the wildebeest and the worm, we move, we came out of nowhere & we're on the way back.

Come on woman!  You know I'm right just like your daddy, your boyfriend, you're human my son

Monkeys in banana paradise, trees and caves to hide the deeper scat from ape's soul dreamin'

Of surf and skiing on the waves and the wakes of the speeding hulls' blood-like flow, die cruisin'

For vermin & human alike, life in a hole, die in a hole, beauty & beast, we are one, we're all done.

Shoot the threes, get fouled to drain three shots gone afoul of the Way, time out, game's all over

Scored was tied & then it wasn't, shots were missed and made, end game was a washed up lover

Overtime for the deadline to score points, runs, hits, errors, missed shots, swung at the fouled air

Just be the One you were conceived to be, the One born native to the mud, the blood & the beer.

A game and the night of the owls . . .  it's all in the game that's not really a game at all, loser MO

Your filter for the decrepit skin, bone and ash is useless for the never, neverland of heaven's blow

Mercury to the empty dot called Pluto, the dog of the contemplation, the bark of the Word's con

Fools rushin' into the horrid mix of fetid nightmares and scrumptious daymares, turn it of, It's on!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, September 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Dribbled around until the game was all over, no HARM, no FOUL, free throw & It Is Done, y'all! }

#LegendOfGummo @Harmony_Korine @Letterman

 

A CADRE OF MINDS' LEFTOVER FOOD OF ONE'S DEARLY DEPARTED LIVES

In the beginning there wasn't even a stitch of light in the darkness, grim but no hot fire to burn the lie

A secret mission of mercy launched with no knowledge of The Way of Zen masterpiece's of empty sky

Above and beyond what's down under and below the whole batch of liquid, solid and gas content

Ingredients on the cyber-recipe written in symbolic signs, above and below where I am, a god send.

Intelligence of the unidentified objects and aerial phenomena is suspect, future, past or presented

As if we don't care that there's something more to this universe than just me, my sins & the gods

Or The God, the Zeus, the Ahura Mazda sounds of breathing and sucking lips, exciting daily bread

Supreme Oneness of the singularity or the creator/destroyer, grounded in flying objectivism pods.

Reason and rationality of the evolved primate is the only reason for the existence of mankind, it's ilk

God wants to check the inside out so that the efficiency of the nightmare might get as smooth as silk

On the other hand, regardless of divine intervention or premonition, what happens happens too late

Nobody ever takes It with them, spirit-soul-ghost must remain here and now or merely disintegrate.

It's all in the game of love or just existence if you're at One and all alone, either way it's all too human

Because it must be, there's nearly no choice to be or not to be, all decisions have been made to rescan

Cause of the First Cause near the Big Bang's literal translation, helps the Christos burn the bridge down

Savior of The Saved who've accepted the Blind Faith that conjecture is the Truth, damn skippy, blown.

Megalopolis floating in emptiness, not alive or undead but present Reiki, Escrima, artful dodger vape

In a scuffle or just a playful joust with blunted weapons, bamboo sticks of mass destruction, setup ape

Committee to hear one thing go in & out of one ear, a fictional account in a massive ball of confusion

Microscopic to Oneness yet macroscopic to nucleic atomic mass, psychedelia shack of suicidal sins.

This is where it's at, right down underneath the junk and jam from the winters that won't fall downtown

Hot pink and royal purple makin' the flashin' a little bit better than it used to be, still takin' off my shoes

Sittin' down for smooth smoke movin' in & out of the idiot's flattop & the moron's crewcut, get down

Loud booms are sounds of the bombs blowing up the silent partners of Mercury, Venus & Mars' blues.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Thursday, September 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @Harmony_Korine ON @letterman #KIDS & #GUMMO link @ https://youtu.be/KRO6jZgQ6i4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GrimReaperDoomExtinctionOfBeing #SKEERT

MATTERS OF TIME, ESCAPING one WAY OF THE HERD 

I shall criticize the babies of the beast for the reading one who wants liberty

In a way, if you think you have it even if you don't it's nearly tough enough

To get through from this to the other end of the spectrum, the red or blue

Enough of them mathematical formulas to predict the outcome, huff or puff.

Models & the cosmic dust of life, death & other forms of being One & done

At the end of the dream or the Way as you call it, appears a master's drone

I mean out of nowhere man, like a chimera or a banshee or a Spirits' blokes

Getting in & out of The Way, mindblown bong hittin' nine Kryptonitic tokes.

Dying then returning without a recollection of the plethora's appearance

It's the nature of the philosophy and thrust of humanity, hell I don't care

Around my neck with a noose I can't get loose, as I lie dyin', gaspin' for air

Slapped the horse on the ass & I hung up like a hanger, swingin' nonsense.

What good did the murders & bank's synchronization of golden fetal funds

Hit, kick and throw the ball around a field of dreams until the dugout x-buns

Burn & turn over a new leaf ad infinitum until allstars all fade away godsons

I'm what you thought you were, what we always was & will be, 4 megatons.

Assuming you're not an idiot or a moron but an upstanding citizen of a clan

Can't be a bitchin' good time for everybody but I can have One good timer

It goes off on the right and wrong tango in Paris or Sacramento, I am a con

Confidence is what it's all about when you have Nothing but YOU baby son.

Daughters of Eve and Teri move the holy spirit into the middle path's losses

At the end, in the end, finale is all about the dream you just finished in bone

You are here & now and sooner or later, it's a sure bet you're gonna be One

From two, came hills of mouth breathers, backed-off MY god's, woe is me!

The #Kicks that got harder to find since my people were kickin' it... all dyin'

One by one, they all left me here all alone, somebody's got to be the sighing

My job & only mine, gathered the helping hands at ringin' bells we've rung

#WOKENESS merely a planetary treason's GOD, 1 hot star tuned to be sung!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  September 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Drafted repeating @MariahCarey #AlwaysBeMyBaby on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yKoFLmWi2do }

FUBAR

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?