#EricChurch #WAR #TRUMPED

 

WHERE I COME FROM, THERE AIN'T NO ROOM FOR COLD , IT COULD BE WORSE

It's all a dream team company logo for a horrible mystery, expose for what it is, kid cuz

Another funky period of living and dying for a random toke recocked rationality buzzes

I know what I mean and it means nothing to anyone else but this is the gist if It's fizz

Compared to Nothing, this life, this series of this world at this time's space what it is.

Gods plural, God one in every case a product or subject of Big Bang's predication mess

It's cosmic soup because it's a haphazard collection of atomic neutrons ready to blow

All in the family or not, in every case it's all there is, can't complain 'cause it could be

Worse than it is or than you can imagine in your wildest dream, the sadistic humane.

Justice and the nature of the Truth about things themselves, three in one bum junkie

Crucified, died and reinvigorated the rotting corpse for a celebration to defeat death

With the metal or without it, the clay has been remolded, recast in the form of a See

But why old altar boy from the parochial popedom?  Why do you confess & obey me?

After all is said because it's all been done before I ever thought about WTF it was now

Then and only then will we see, hear, feel, smell and taste the grim reapers charge pow

Unconscious because the brain turns off which is the only evidence of a conscious mind

Where it goes when it's turned off?  Nowhere, it stays right there in the offended kind.

It's not gonna last forever, even your soul will get tired of whatever's after death, so

Be the way you wind up & enjoy the ride from the get-go to the finale, it's all there is

Ready, set & go for the gust, there's no time to waste 'cause you never know the time

A tap on the shoulder of the grim reaper maybe the only warning you get, on a dime.

Workin' it from the point of no view, blinded by the lights that never shined it on a day

Always at night, deep past midnight and way before the golden dawn, in the image pay

For the things you did right & wrong & indifferent, to chums & foes, be all over so be it

Popes 'n priests, ministers 'n preachers somewhere in heaven's dead alr, it is the chit!

I could tell you why and it's what they told me so I really don't know for sure, it's gods

They tore heaven apart and sent the remnants, us ignorant descendants from gold dust

Turning around in circles, spinning dizzy until you get sick & die of a beat heart's pump

Among the throngs of living and dead, invisbile from the rings of Saturn, time's a lump.

Stuck in the middle of the fire and the ice, between the significant other & the Void tic

Where Nothing survives and you either are the same or you're caput, I'm just a l'il dick

Speakin' & showing that ignorance is all Humpty Dumpty had when it took a great fall

Waiting for kings' men & horses to assemble random parts, fallen angel, to be the ball.

In this universe where I am right here and now, it goes the way I planned every time

Holy scat left over from the dinosaurs and cavemen who left nothing but bone dust

From the wisdom and knowledge you've gleaned from the soup and cosmic crackers

Just like downtown, it's uptown or boystown, Schenechtedy to Palm Springs' tears.

The fortune of a moment you see in the sky is the same as you see in bleeding hearts

It's in your head, that's the imagination, it's pretenders who keep the dream alive too

Not only do they not want to but if they refuse to, whole ecosystem ceases to hover

Mask the face, blind the eyes & silence the Chief's speech, it's over when it's all over.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{  Drafted while listenin' to the #Chief, @Eric_Church #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

F.U.B.A.R.

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#HangOnToARhumbaManLikeMe #NoRegrets #ByGones #CherryPie #ItsAlwaysOnTop

WHO AIN'T DOIN' THE RHUMBA, @GATESMAN?  #DeepDive in @GREENLANTERN'S TRAFFIC

Who is not the word, what is the word and that's the bottom line from all the top guns

Mothers of fathers we respect and obey due to their being here before us, got the runs

People made the world go and be happy from the sadness of fear of man eaters' of Car

Hot as a pepper, red, green or just caliente juice on the tongue, cleans the gums' tartar.

Fast as a mountain stream that won't stop until the ending comes, blown out a gasket

All dreams end as they began, nowhere with nothing, that's everywhere with all things

Common denominator is the One, it's all over the One, makes the thing itself, all It is so

Conclusion of rationality & the subject predication is that you're an accident, low blow.

All that was thought of before your & my conceptions is, momentary and fleeting come

To Jesus, Buddah or Krishna or no God's damned buddies, none get out alive, get some

What substance is this First Cause of the whole world, holding in handless bones to die

Invisible in Itchycoo Park, down near a river, we got high to try to feel a deep blue sky.

Grim circumventing of the actual Truth about being alive here and now, leads to Ends

Trending world & your life & everybody you know & didn't know, all Time's woke-wife

To get out alive you've got to be the ball, be the human, all too human even if you can't

Drive it home and in the thirty-sixth hole from the andromeda strain, island's high life.

Running after you're born to run is a consequence of being a star's burst of flavor & hits

From the joint or the bong, it's all goin' up in smoke with or without you, you can't win

It's a set up from Day 1, when the gods blew their stacks & the gaskets could not hold

Truth about justice & the Way of the warriors' sons, a species' DNA evolutionary gold.

To survive on this dirt ball's hard stone and dirty water, you've got to ignore the reality

Gonna leave someday not knowing when but it will be done, One star's dirty water son

To be with you or not, I still carry the water as if it's true yet I know I am all alone, I see

First contact aliens imploded, yielded this tripe, the Con is a word salad, a bum, a bee.

Like an everlasting scream in the darkness, outside outerspace, inside of a dark room

Picking the axe and beatin' the tight animal skins, bells & symbolic cymbols of a crash

Raced against Time without you here by my side. underneath my fall, a volcano plume

Hit the ground running & didn't know I was just the atomic fallout, hear my fizz, Home!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 26th, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Gods of the gods, multiply the infinity & zero results, therefore WORD, drafted this while jammin' to the #RhumbaMan by @JessieWinchester in a God's damned loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8 }

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#SpidersOnAnAllNighter #XrayGauranteedToLookWithin #KickedMyOwnArseIn

WHAT IS HIP?  A RAMBLING FOOL!

For one thing, this is not what it appears to be, this is the form not the essence of Id’s It

Subtraction of the addition to multiply the division is all we can do, y’all get to go, Exit

This room and the house’s floors, walls and ceiling, basement and top shelf, two by twos

For no reason or for any reason, the Earth continues the rocks-a-rollin’ under the blues.

All the way under the whole shebang, there’s nothing but the air and space of the hot womb

Empty of atoms and without the babies of Eve, interstellar Void is the gyst of the grim tomb

Where the mothers’ fathers lie under soil and grass, in an aluminum room with no bunkbed

Cannot get out no matter how you try, full of formaldyhyde anyway, hard to live deadhead.

Who knew what nobody ever could fathom, that God was the Gold, all mystery is all of that

Last calls for alcohol over here by the heavenly bar of stars and empty thirteen stripes of fat

Very large people eating all of the fried food, candy sticks for stupid kids, lickin’ it, my food

Throwin’ the projectile to a bull’s eye where nothing ever goes alone, woke up with wood.

Wondering why we’re all here and now, or maybe we know why we’re here, to live to die

Like all the food we eat that was alive before it died, same for us except we’ve not been ate

It’s a Game of Life, survival and extension of the breathing, heart beating to the unholy finale

No ma or pa ready to help you kill the thing itself, suicide, free choice, God’s dead in Tripoli.

Hopelessness for  hapless minions, babies, innocent teens and DNA denizens, that’s cruel see

Compare this to the alternative, heaven haven or hades of the burn, stayin’ alive, Dogod folly

If not you then who will carry on the species’ genome, don’t worry just to be so dang happy

Worry more and feel the sadness & the gloom of being dead in a tomb, rocks don’t roll, see?

I spun the tops and the yoyo’s with nowhere else to go but down in a street, in the yard hole

I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle for maybe two minutes, into a rubber soul

Boys clubs and paper routes, music lessons, preschool onto college, I enculturated fake blood

For the Time and Space allowed, it’s all you can and that’s Be The Ball, I’m Earth’s Manhood.

In a few short days and nights, you and I will move on to the end of the line, nobody to care

Out of our hands, this is all that it is, a moment in Time to see what nothing looks like to me

Then report back to noone but me because I am all that I am and all of that but I don’t care

I beat snakeskin in a Void of Nothing, don’t tell me What IT Is, smoked blunts of it’s not fair!

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r j j  stephan, i

 c.  August 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 A.M. PST Saturday, my day, all mine!

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Towerofpower.ca #WhatIsHip & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SN8pWdZhVaM }

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