#Fire #Ice #DEADright #GodGoodEGads

THE SKY WEEPS, CANDYBAR CRY LIKE A BABY RUTH

Babies born on this planet's dirty rocks that roll around the sun's heater forever

Turn from nothing to dust and back again, forever without the reason's because

Company of One and a plethora of supporting actors and actresses, him or her

All the just causes of these aftereffects, Big Bangs, Booms & the ending whisper.

Hobos, junkies and their mothers who bore them this tragedy of life & megadeath

It's not just your own ending demise that comes into the picture, it's all the breath

Of gods who think that just because we think, that de facto, we exist, alive in Sins

Mortal and original though they may be, the dead men left the Word in Bookends.

Collected your cards & rare coins, your GIFs & unspent vacuum of NFTs on gods

Of the men's puppets on strings and vermin in cages, this thing itself, it is all It is

Think a second after you lose your conscious awareness forever, you know bloods

Related to the First & Last, alpha & the omega, Nothing is It, holy neighborhoods!

The game begins before you know it's a game, you find out after the play's begun

Reactions to causes of the effects you see, hear, taste, smell & feel, all just for fun

No reason or rhyme to the scenes that confront me, good luck to you, broken toys

Later. . .sweet girls & boys

I lived without you for a century, then for a millennia or two and I landed here, now

On my two feet & lucky enough to make it past the mean streets in alleys of cows

My folks never kicked me out, oh wait, yes they did, I couldn't obey commanders

So, from orders to defend the nation in South Korea to this day, all dead muthers.

For the good, the bad & especially the ugly I cannot pray to the empty unknown

Put a ring on it, the one that gave me The Finger, just for the Hades' overblown

Blowback from the blowjobs that were blown in the final period, win or lose, son

Mighty strong getting through hard times with only a scratch on you, on the run.

Dispatch you to the floor and dream of your parents wiping your moody face off

Not a game, not a joke yet it's a smidgeon humorous that, joke's on a jack's off

Earth spins, wobbles, scat happens at random, intentional cause, to be too high

Not here with the full compliments for the Big Dog, that'll be the day when I die!

Idiots, morons, geniuses and the corpses they all leave behind, graves in gravity

Monkeys, think apes without face hair, covered private parts roamin' 'round a city

Lonely streets and avenues without people, the dogs, cats, cars, busses & trucks

All vanished like the twilight zone turned real in front of my very eyes, surreal flux.

Coming near one last gasp, you never know what happens when It's over, caput

Predicting mouth agape, eyes wide open as if staring at a monster's canine roots

Chewing and swallowing you still alive and full of the soul's spirit, turn a Holy See

Floss teeth, chew gum, freshen breath for social intercourse, Goddess puppetry.

Survive as a thing, part of a species and DNA genome that really doesn't matter

If anything really mattered, the dead who preceded us would have gotten better

But they all died, we buried or burned them all, left their ashes to a second wind

Or locked 'em all in a three lock box to avoid the animal carcass destruction in tin.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while alive listenin' to @TheGratefulDead #PlayinInTheMexicanSand 5-5-2018 link @ https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VirtualBlindVirtuosity #WatermelonTimeInGeorgia #TimingIsEverything

SHAPES of NOTHING 2FOR FREE, DREAMS DOWN

Now at this time in this specific space in front of your highness forever after the dream's finale

Wondered about it while wandering from mountains, valleys, shore ends, beaches of sand tide

Sea hunt is over and the victory was just getting your first breath of air, zygote to kissed virgin'

Young inseminators bringin' on the stink of youthful exhuberance, to fight, to be a warrior sin.

Never dying but always terminating the threat in self-defense of the heart & soul inside of me

Gone to town lookin' for trouble but it found me first & snuck up in back of me, cold blue sea

I should have known better than to have faith & trust outside of my 6 foot square safe space

Nobody wants to hurt me, kill me or rob me for the things they don't have, a subhuman race.

Time moves without hands, without digital numbers or painted marks on a square-circle clock

Gods confused, imagined creation of divine chaos, it's exactly what we've got, it's on the block

You don't believe you're in danger, your education K-12 taught you to read, write &  conclude

Whether logic and reason are utilized efficiently to arrive at a deduction & inducton interlude.

Put some 208 bones through hell only to get burned or buried, above & below the beings' Ids

All the Many which used to be One and the same thing, a missing link to holy rockin' seascum

Makin' out, makin' love or war to the same old songs, ancestors left ruins for Rambo hominids

Warriors of the soft targets have a bitter end ahead, destiny is to become at One, ad infinitum.

Geometry of the imagination, drawing lines that were mere dots, triangular decagons say what

Seriously in jeopardy of dying before I'm 200, so old, need finish the dream, get out of the rut

Young girls over twenty years old, educated with hearts of stone, ready to rock and roll down

Big high mountain or at least a rolling hill or two between us, you don't know like I do, clown.

It takes two, both inside of you, just One will never do until the end of the universe's chitchat

Miracle that you even got here to the planet much less get to know why things evolved a Void

Inside the Singularity, no language left to explain no place without any forms of life, it's devoid

Raise your hands, you got none, kick off your two shoes, both gone, that's all, the inside scat!

Atoms to galactic spreads of gas and the permutations of divine gravity and perpetual woman

Even apes can build brick and mortar forms empty of living things until the invaders stream in

On fire or demolished by a wrecking ball, all of them will have to go, by hook or crook, zeroed

Eyes opened wide, crying 'cause hot heat cooled my 6 pack of beer, hot suds in a  motherlode.

Sick to death or healthy to death, either way you gotta go someday, sometime, it will be over

Don't shoot the baby messenger, just turn the volume on the rockin' blues for your brothers

Wishing won't change the outcome, it will make you feel like pretending is the cure to death

But there ain't any cure, stop your heartbeat, your brainwaves' life blood to hold your breath.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @411 PMPST #MonkeyPax #PeaceMonkeys

{ Drafted jammin' to @AllmanBrothersBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9b1VlW02L8s }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SickleCells #BloodLineVampireDNA #MortalImmortals #TheRACE #LaRAZA #GRACIAS @LosLonelyBoys @Aaron_Tippin @AmericatheBand

KISS THIS, DOWN BY A DEAD RIVER FLOW OF a DEAD FISH

Plants, rocks & bugs looming above the fray, I'm in and out of It, the cream of the crop

Rose up about eight miles high & there was nowhere else to go, no up, down, in or out

I had the honor of escorting a few souls from here to there but they made me return

Actually, that's all in my mind but now the secret is out, an imaginary fool can't learn.

Being as such, the metaphysics of your somnambolistic frolicing is actually a cursed bit

Mortal being as you are, you have the mortal sins to contend with, divine gift of blood

To be or not to be is not only The Question it's the only inquiry without a response to it

Primary primates making 10 rules to get along & survive in the territorial divided mud.

World is all in your own head's mind, a nervous system fluke, freak of natural selection

Monkey around once or twice but you always go back to the lone wolf bum in a cavern

Bowing to the fire and the writing on the inner sanctum dirt walls of slate, dirt & grime

Water can't leave without taking us all with it, hydrogen, oxygen in concerto's rhyme.

Gone fishing to feed the evolved who are starving to death for love or just to eat food

Senses tingling for ratiionality during a darth of IQ, laughing my God's damned ass off

Sandman can't abandon me, I'm matrix of that illusion, the fit for a pit in a pendulum

Lower and lower the blade comes down to slice the thin skin, beheaded stem of dumb.

Drunk the beers and ales, even the abandoned whiskey, rye, vodka & gin, now I'm sunk

Woke up, awakened a moment before the last gasp of gas, saw a bright light, flipped It

Already ON so I had to #FlipItOff, a position to be or not to be in, either way I'm drunk

Chewin' on a piece of grass, smokin' some too, on Ventura Highway, on the holy scat.

Played it smart, waited 'til the whistle blew in the dark to hear the lighthouse's beam

Couldn't swim the tide, got drawn into the RIP & it looks like it's all over but the steam

Smoke on the water is the last there will be of me, it'll rise above the eight mile limit

To Neptune and Pluto, out of this world, no grave underground in gravity's hole, F-IT!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Jammed out the squeeze of @AMERICAtheBand #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/OfrliqJRdGQ & @LosLonelyBoys #CiscoKid @ https://youtu.be/hBas0YZdsc0 & the @GratefulDead #LIVEMEX 2018 https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?