#AThingOrTwo #SightsUnseen #ComeOnCowboy #JacksonBrowne #BrooksAndDunne #KickAndRonnie

?MY MARIA?  DREAMIN' FOR ALL OF U.S.

Sorrow comes and goes like the wind, the Earth's wisps of infinite movement, a miracle you live today

It could have been a little bit worse if you had no intelligence and there was no counter intelligence pay

For the purpose of getting to the end before it begins, let me apologize for the happy ending sadness kid

These things happen when you cannot predict the outcome and you put your life's virus in one's COvid.

Atmosphere in the heavens is much different when you're lying face up on the ground, toes tagged too

A moment you decided to confront your demon, he/she/it moved around in the cacoon & you got blue

No blood runnin' in your bloody system of the down, where you wanted to be, unknown to the sherrifs

It was all on digital cam, live for the world to watch from the internet's world wide web of the parrots.

They pass along the dreams they dreamt while asleep on a pillow and a bed, or cardboard & blankets

Finding the peace in the war where the good, bad & ugly argue about dominance for their extinct kin

All of the ones whose dead bones populate the terrestrial gas, liquid and solids left in the pure toilets

Souls all gone when the bones can't stand up straight, can't breathe air, can't beat a heart, caput man!

Hoping in vain for a different outcome than the inevitable is all there is left, keep it up, alright, alright

Alright, maybe it's just a way to keep us all in training to be the gas that will Supernova, come on man

You think you have a soul for Buddah or Jesus or Allah?  You've got another thing comin', it's a VOID

Comin' for you soon, sooner than you think, you may not know it's comin' & it will smash your KID.

Not the son, not the father but the holy ghost, the spirit of the Black Hole, where Singularity is not

Where the persons, places and things don't exist in perpetuity, just a whirl of swirl, a rockin' infinity

Ninjas and apemen have no concept of the analysis required to assume fake truth of bogus premises

If this & then that, come on man, if is not certain, it's an uncertainty, it's a discovered principle diss.

Ships sail if they float, if not they sink down to the bottom of the sea, Davy Jones' God property

Nobody gets out of here alive, nothing from the amoeba and paramecium to the flying dinosaur

All too human as the saying goes, an old, dead philosopher said it then & I repeat it respectfully

Dreaming of the source of your pity & sorrow, I #woke the hole's holy dream, farm crop whore.

Trivial pursuit of the end of Time gets you right to it, it's there, always waitin' near a twilight fair

Get ready to fill the hole with your self and all you know, a threat presented is a dime dropped on

Your head, your back, legs, arms & your invisible, rubber soul's backside are to appear on the air

For blues and the rest of the jazz comin' out the horns and drums, strings and 88's, I call this fun.

Getting a stranger human than myself to follow the bouncin' balls is a treat in itself, quicken payday

Bums and junkies can fill in the blanks with their history's Time in this Space, to die for 52 Sundays

Or Monday, Tuesday all the way to the Friday & Saturday, blues will end, don't worry, bones freeze

You will be free, eventually, got here for an #NYC second, skies blue or grey, so get on your knees!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while listenin' to #JacksonBrowne 1978 #BBC bcast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Fz6nETd6jZw & 2021 #JacksonBrowne 2021 #BarricadesOfHeaven  link @ https://youtu.be/7923AHiJ_U8}

SIGHTS ARE UNSEEN, know WHAT I MEAN?

#ItAintMyFault #EveryBreathYouTakeAlreadyTakenBefore

 

FUNDAMENTAL ORDER OF OPS, FOO FIGHT's WIDEOPEN

Confidence jobs have help wanted signs everywhere, Foo fighters on dry land, near a river fears

To get the tattered mess of infidels who don't have weekly and annual rituals to tame wild tigers

Cats who grow wise as they turn into guys who know it all, wise guys who lead a shy foo vigilante

Lookin' for trouble as my father always asked me if I was, indeed, God nailed my modus operandi.

Fixed my stares both above and below the fray, I got monkeys in the fight, my soul's mind-horde

From pre-teen to septegenerian collections, friends and foes piled upon the fakers of The Lord

Believing that there's more to existence than just going to school for education to be in a haze

Being the only thing to know, not the lack of it, the death of it, the thing itself, in an eagle's daze.

You and I can see through the illusion as grand as it is, maybe invisibly stealth to the 99 percent

But that One percent comes sliding into home for the score on a regular basis, it's glue's cement

Together Reality juggles from the Unknown to the Forgotten, the Id's buried under casket's gold

Of Sighs & Unforgiving creators of the calculus functions, Id & Super Id are frozen stiff, dead cold.

I wanted the sympathy until I saw what it did to the pathetic who love to be felt sorry for, pathos

It's the comedy of the tragedy, the play of the acting drops of Jupiter on the stage of malfunction

In the crosshairs arriving at the crossroads of empty space, I got the picture and it was all good

Punks and the ilk of the morons and idiots have gone to the other end of the spectrum, god food.

Meaning that there just isn't anything like the reality that there ain't gonna be any justice at all

For you or your kin, your friends, my kin & my friends, there's only the words you read and hear

To understand the meaning of what it means to be All Alone in the Middle of Nowhere in Space

Calculate rock hard stone blues zero, sympathy & honey comin' rock hard rollin' stoned to face.

Bucked the system of atoms that set of the eves of destruction, fission & fusion of gravity graves

Orphans had mothers who died or hated them or loved them, the orphans of squaws and braves

All danced around the camp's fire, all night long, trippin' on leaves and ground roots' powder talc

Out of the mind, out of the head but in Reality all inside where everything else is, it ends the talk.

Dreams are the life the ends are the death of the thing itself, living in tha matrix for a magic spell

Hard and soft, proceed to the mitosis and pychosis that is achieved through evolution of the dell

Eyes closes or stuck wide opened, the same sights appear to you as they did to the One who died

In love or just the last stinking without a show or bath, without soap or deodorant love, she lied!

I woke up, dancin' in blacklights, singin' all #Woke & now I'm in love with a drone locomotion sin

Moving is all I want to do, never want to stop and become the corpse of the tender black dirt bin

Maybe tomorrow I'll have no choice but today, I'm in love with her, found somebody & it ain't me

Without her I'm gone, fakin' it for the rest of eternity, underground, ashes it's All over, Phuq, see?

On my back, until I collapse and fill up the ether with more of what I've had since my conception

From birth to death, the meaning escaped me until the immortality deception ended in the dust

Faked it forever until the end of eternity's songs are sung for the living and ungrateful rose rust

Left overs from Thanksgiving all left behind and consumed in the hot burn of the dog's gone skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi

{ Cocked and triggered this AM while listenin' to @GlennFrey #SexyGirl & other HITS #Live86Tokyo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0jkFoWSjU-4 & @FooFighters #LoveDiesYoung link @ https://youtu.be/eT_FJHM-Qhs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JackedUp #STARtrek

TOUT LE MONDE, BAT #COVID19 LOVER

Incredible and the Truth meet in the middle's central intelligence unit, One agent's I-spy agency

All hard and all soft make the whole shebang worth while, I imagine no orphans or fake misery

Monkeys in charge now, it's the same old song from the same old DNA on the way to extinction

Not the fault of the things themselves, it's the nature of a beast, to be or not to be in submission.

Follow the lines to their inevitable ending, that's what lines do, they end, no angle, nobody shapes

Triangles, squares and multi-sided forms to be filled with matter of the material world's vicks Vape

Smoke and mirrors used to keep the attention of the flowless fools who can't put pizza in a D-cup

Reading and writing the translation of thought is the evolution of the #Woke up tryin' to wake up.

I've got two dogs in this fight, I'm not home with them, I left my little sister to watch over my dogs

Function of the calculus is no more than a malfunction of the crease in your soiled pants, God hogs

Coming on to your attention to me, my body & soul, you leave me without ever knowing who I am

Or even knowing who YOU are, your identity as it was before your conception, it's on a video cam.

Deleted data erased the memorable recollections, scrubbed green screen, clear data squiggle bawls

Makin' the alpha-beta-cappa-delta & epsilon out of the pictures drawn on rock-dirt cave stone walls

Gender means nothing but the way of the species evolutionary inheritance, gods are above & below

Completed equations with the only possible answers give you an A grade, a hundred percent of zero.

Compress your vertebrae and just let gravity pull you underground, back to the mother's starlit dust

Came to grips with the institutional compression of my vertebrae, got shorter than one grain of rust

Long gone & forgotten forever, greatest grand parents of you all, lived 'til they died, like me & you

It don't matter which bullet you took in this world of soul swirl, a triggerman's hot, one maybe two.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 06:66 AMPST Vendredi

#ToutLeMonde IS everyone!

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W.W.A.R.D.?