#LetsGoBrandonHoHo #KidRock #eminem #WethePeepo

SPORES IN YOUR MIND'S EYE, A BLINK & IT'S LIKE IT'S YOUR '#A' GAME

Why aren't we so happy that we're dancin' in the streets, #Lockdown is all over now

The animal and plant species of Earth have survived the devastating effects of a show

For the minions alive and dead, it makes no sense and that explains the blinded fates

They know not what they do because they're ignorant beasts of burden with mates.

Reproducing DNA in a finite world, as if there is any pure reason, regurgitated bones

Skin in the game to reconcile the discrepancies created by the society's enculturation

It's nobody's fault that's alive right now, dead men, queens & kings of a scorching sun

It's up to each one of us to either modify the notion or the conception to be at One.

Adam and Eve constructed mythological explanation for being alive on this spasm

Some random collision of divinity's successes and failures, chain reaction of plasm

It's Charm, it's Love and subatomic protons are uninhibited friction, orgasmic Cake

Pork and beans, pig and the legume create the miracle fruit of the loom, god's sake.

Nothing is the same as something like the center of a zero on paper, a dot in a matrix

Touch of today's islands & all seven continents, all used to be isles of mountains here

The Hydrogen and Oxygen is leaking out into the outerspace around our original sin

It can't be recovered, water levels decreasing due to this Big Bang, bong evaporation.

When the moonlight I cast in your eyes blinds you for a minute, revolution is doomed

Shapes & forms of the bricks and the mortar before the afterbirth, in a womb's room

Clearly disintegrate into invisible pieces of the substance, conceptually analyzed dead

Everything else in space between all things is Nothing, matrix bent, emit a spore head.

I believe you can't find the nut inside of the shell unless you crack it, it's hard as a rock

Running through the creation of the nut from the seed of a tree, s mortal immortality

Perrenial metalogic and the speed of the light coming out the sun are First Cause of I

Me, you & everything animated or dead as a stone, we all give up the spook, My son!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 1er février deux mille vingt-deux A.D. à dix heures du matin. {Tuesday, 2-1-2022}

{ Counting the crows moving out the cornfields & listenin' to #TheMightyTemptations #Masterpiece link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#MEandSHEfoEva

#StickThisAndThatInYourPoemYourProseWordsUP

EXTINCTION'S RASCALS, MAGIC VALENTINE #FLATTS HEART & AN A-TRAIN TO CHURCH

Mumbling the gist of the dank pony soldiers who roam foothills of Sierra de la Eye Can scam

Imploring every genius who puts out for the gang in the hood, to donate Time in a Space's out

Just because your parents couldn't afford to move out #TheProjects of God, a holy victim shout

Accidents happen & some intent to yield a full monty of social ganje, yo bums, jacked-up spam.

Pink inside when oxygen can't reach it, a breach in the container allows it's red flow to income

Bose speakers of Deutschland, straight out of of pi times Atilla, son of no 7th Reich, a hobo bum

Pringles and chips of potatoes from Idaho with the garlic from California, mixed up nuts, my son

I know little or nothing about anything, all is like a newborn mind in a boy's or girl's zygote gun.

Certainty of dreams that end well during the phase before and after the zero on the Time line

A  principle of ethics & being the strongest in a negative fix, ugly, bad & the good fear to be fine

Such a fine specimen of that can't find me, amnesia and blinded by the highlights, it's chartreuse

Nearly lemon yellow and lime green, makin' the two turn into the One, screwed off, too loose.

Swords in sheaths and knives in boots, no gunpowder or pistol whippin', babysitting on a grave

Sleeping on the couch or on the dirty, clean clothes from my empty drawers, wanna be a slave

To the Words you say, meaning nothing behind them or in front of them, Word is a silent #XY

Chromosomes' random, out of primate order of a Being in control of Gates' holy yomama cry.

Gone as are two in one, an operatic choirboy's serving of divine worship. empty handed HoHo

Puns of the monstrous idiots and guardians of the pseudo-Truths of the dead minions, I know it

Fools are briefing me on the nature of the beast, just a kid from the city of being the second too

Chocolate City run by random collisions of atomic matter, intent to populate extinct, scat pooh.

So early before breakfast that your mind atrophied without the sustenance & fuel to justify Be

Alive and ready to die just because that's the way it is, you can't make this scat up, it's the Truth

Fathers and mothers died and didn't know why, they laughed about the jokes, a hook of the sea

Too humane to admit it, you're the sacrifice on the funeral pyre, transubstantiation forsoothe.

Mingle away in the morass of impossible scenarios without any love of humanity's surreality fix

On the days and nights between conception and the dissolution of the dead & gone, axe licks

I played the accordion for your edification, keyboard on the right, buttons 120 on the left, schit

Practice made perfect, over and over again, scales to die for, I played all my future in this past.

Myriad of fun to be put into perspective 'fore that final gasp of gas, yours, mine, we all gotta go

Still born or over a hundred, it's better than an alternative universe's possible world, a ho Yo-Yo

Imperial or a Butterfly, they all let me do the tricks from 'round the world to walkin' the doggie

Horizon's a mile away, flip a coin, smell it, taste it, feel it?  Won High Hope, to be or not to bee.

It don't matter one, tiny bit if you're with me on the trip, on the middle path's long road home

We got here alone & we've got to cut out of here all alone too, it ain't my fault, it's yours son

Maybe it was your daddy's obligation to save you from big, bad gods of California Sierra snow

Years under a bridge and singin' from the top of your smoked lungs, avenues & streets to blow.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{  Drafted during a @RascalFlatts jam @ @FiddleAndSteelGuitarBar in @PrintersAlley in @NashvilleTenn 11-6-2014, rewound for your edification @  https://youtu.be/3TViDIeUHjo & @EricChurch #InConcert @ https://youtu.be/7l6mK7joNzs?t=19 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#McGilicuttyBlues & #PowerOfPositiveThinking #HellIWasRaisedInDONE

ALL DONE?  A FADE-AWAY, IT'LL BE OK

Those god am I sticks and stones ain't botherin' my mojo, who is the One, I am, hence

I'm thinkin' more than usual for a second or two, I fell, I got up, I forgot who you were

Don't know who you'll be with yo' mind's eye tweekin' like a tweeker in a china shop

But and that's one big but, all conclusions are based on perception, that is everything.

To the ones who fill in the blanks with their wise and foolish friends who can see it all

For you and I, this ain't nearly enough since we're all gonna die with or without a soul

Maybe you have one, maybe you don't, it's been said we're deep down in a Void hole

What am I gonna do now?  Maybe I'll cry, maybe I'll die, just like every day on a Ball.

Continental drifting lining up the surf and wind for the paradise by dashboard, eh son

The green, the blue & amber lights in the darkness are cool but I am seein' blood red

Before it's in the air, the sanguine flow is blue, without the oxygen & with it crimson

Smile for everyone, intense move to check & finally checkmate, my queens are bled.

Game of points without angles, notions of general and particular inductions of Word

High or lowdown, 32 miles high and in too deep to know the fingerprinted, hot sword

Slice and cut without realizing that life is over when the blood stops the pain of gods

Separation and integration of the rotten and the ripe, music and a dentist's hot rods.

Happiness is smiling when there's nothing to smile about, Nothing is the key, I'm a fan

Windows and doors will keep the unknown at bey but it'll come out in an original Sin

Strum, blow, pound and yell about the bass and treble of the five senses' production

No harm in smiling at strangers unless you're given the permission from, I'm The Man.

Listen up & give it your best shot at comprehending the nature of the beast, I forget

To recollect the gods have no idea you've arrived here, that is the Truth, angelic debt

Owing the creator, owing myself, owing nobody but me, owing you?  I'm smokin' tea

Riding clean or dirty on 1, 2, 4 or 18 wheels, it's a cycle that's gone 'round a century.

Pour your tears out of my eyes now, cry until you've understood you're faux pas turd

Someday you're supposed to remember the error you've used to judge the west wind

Already gone, mystic winds blew out the chaff and sawdust of tree wood, a tear, a cry

Water dried up sixty-nine roses on my grave, reversed natural oneness, go ahead, die!

Monks and apes putting the entire scenario into perspective, babies are now grownup

Bearded, shaved, innocent and guilty, males, females & the 'xy' random mix of catsup

Bones, muscles, liquid iron from deevolution of atomic fission, one alternative, fusion

Crops, animals, burnt ash of Hydrogen, allstars playin' games, scored, Time Is, I'm out.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Saved just in Time, Space was there before I got here, it'll be here when I'm already gone, drafted this GEM listenin' to @Keb'Mo' #BetterMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pLUCoS1JiyY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?