#KIRSTY #RIP XO #NutbushCityLimits

COMEDY & TRAGEDY, STRIKE 3, EXIT STAGE RIGHT

Black as the darkness between the burning balls of gas during infinity’s reign

Calling balls, strikes, offsides, goals, homeruns, touchdown & end games of zero

Champions of runnin’ to and fro, runnin’ into one another & the brothers of Mo

And Curly and Larry and the rest of the stooges, a trio or a quartet, maybe so.

 

Mozart playin’ the Joe Satriani and Joe Bonamassa guitars as if they’re his own

Blow the chunks of rock and roll them down the mountain of megadreams of I’s

In every case, in the mode of formal logic, there’s only 4 possible cases of Truth

Either I’m right or I’m wrong, vampire-werewolf comin’ dead outta my mouth.

 

I am a GOAT, yes you have honored the inclination to recognize wisdom’s End

What I am is the closest to nobody and nothing that you can approach, I offend

You and my mother and father and my great grand folks I duplicated, DNA form

Matter is dirty, dead star leftovers, we guard The End as if it’s the Original Sin.

 

Outfield and backfields is out of your ballpark, your arena of work & play’s over

An illusion you’ve craved has been used, abused & taken for granted, my lover

The common ground can’t be found once you’re deaf, dumb & blinded by light

It’s what a man does, a man-fred kind, a dose of the road full of groupie might.

 

It ain’t my fault, it’s a faux pas of a creator which makes imperfect forms, eh?

It hurt so good that you just let it be right there where it wound up, deep sea

Of Jack and Diane or Carol & Richie, the thing itself rings inside the liberty bell

Words misspelled mean the same thing, essence precedes Man’s existence hell.

 

I’m what you’ve wanted to be, stoned out of the mind I inherited from my dad

My mom did what she could to cancel my culture, yet she failed, gods’ ‘re sad

Slaves do the work, drones, robots, men and women of letters or sub-humanity

Commercial robotics come between my soul and my utter excellence of all me.

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Freezember VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Mardi @ 777 AMPST

{ High low ground zero as gravity is, gravity does…What would the fox say? }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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@Springsteen #IGotALineOnYouBabyBoo #SpiritsFlyinInsideTheFOG #Footloose @KennyLoggins @BlakeShelton @VanMorrison #WreckinBalls

OTHER TIMES WE DON'T DO WHAT WE SHOULD'VE

In the end, there's nobody there and nothing left over to recall what just happened

You & I deserve the Truth about this existence's shape, form and essence's final end

Not for any small reason other than we're innocent, conceived & born accidentally

Nothing anybody could do other than adopt me, infant orphan in a deep, blue sea.

Completed the complication by becoming a genius, idiot avant kid without the clues

A spirit foaming at the mouth without lips, just a soulfull of ice cold rhythm & blues

Keeping the signs in mind, sights, sounds, smells & tastes keep the bones' bipedals

Oh girl, souls sold out on love down on the river niger while smokin' cuban cigars.

What I am is the same thing I've been since afore my conception on Earth, invisible

Now my neck's been light pink sunburn to full blown crimson red, like I felt Hell

Man that was a cold one that I'll never share with another, nobody can call the hots

Man upstairs don't take no lip 'caue there ain't a ghost in Hades, lovin' the robots.

Dirty girls and rough boys grow up to take no lip just like their mama & daddy

Backwoods legit and inner city savvy make the princess love the pauper, a caddie

Just a fool chaser of babies who grew up into the reaper's wheat to chop ala scythe

Rocked yours and will someday rock our world's mojo, inner city & the Sticks.

I will never tell the Truth because noboy ever told me to go low for the fixed bets

 Git my lanturn & fetch my 12G, we're goin' huntin' up country, wild foxes' kits

I gotta get a life other than sleepin' in a comfortable water bed of roses all ready

Lucky I found out that we were just dreamin' that life was a bowl of cherries.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Freezember Vth, 2021 AD Lundi @ 2045 hours

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#FearYoMama #AlwaysDigginOnYouBaby! #NeverForget #GodsNeverSleep #OldWorldDisorder #ChaosRulesSystems

I TOLD HER I'D COVER HER BAREBACK BUT SHE COVERED MINE

Inner thoughts regarding the moment you find yourself dead to the world, crickets?  That’s it?

Now and then in Time when you’ve run out of time, there’s a space in Space we all know, it’s deep

Way down where nobody but you can go, in a minute or an hour or an era, maybe an entire load of It

On the way to paradise or Valhalla or just the Void’s empty sights and sounds, no taste or smell of chit.

Where I come from is where I’m goin’ back to and I don’t know about you but it’s way too soon for me

I wanna be immortal, alive forever on Earth, the dirt I know, don’t like the ceiling above, I don’t know It

Whether good, bad or ugly, I know it is what it is and I have no chance in the universe of changin’ course

To return to the state before the conceived egg, the conceptual analysis is an ape and a monkey indoors.

No cages to confine you and your kin to the inner sanctum where angels fear to go or even come in a hex

On your death bed or just walkin’ down the avenue, we’re all gonna die, some in pain, some without Sex

Never had it, never knew it was anything more than a species’ enhancement of the invisible gods above

Warlocks and witches all know the reasons that beasts do not critique the mode of being, all about love.

Charity and selflessness are the qualities that enhance the engagement of the gods’ First Cause, what it is

Something unheard of but of the best taste and whiff of the known Unknown, cats in the kaboodle of fizz

Gummed up the works of the effects leftover by the unknown aliens from the moon & beyond cyber pings

Of mice and the men that couldn’t trap them in the game, changed the rules and drove hot rod mustangs.

Irking my mothers and fathers and their ancestors, as I promised to do since y’all cut my hair off my noggin

Baby boy of four years old, innocence disappeared from the barber’s chair, my grampa got me a choppin’

Like lowering your ears above your neck, a jugular feed to the goods, grey matter electronics fire in a hole

A quart of beer will get you here, a fifth of Black Jack D could be the loss of a whole God’s kin family soul.

Muster up in the designated area for the just judgement of the judge and here It comes now, to be judged

Weaponized brain, a mind that won’t stop the First Cause but It will be the Final Effect of the things in bed

All too humane or not, observe all other animals on Earth, nothings easy for any survivors of God’s delivery

From Nothing we all came, you call it a “Feeling” and I call it the Luck of The Draw, all me, perpetual reverie.

You and I don’t care if we’ve been enlightened by the clear light of Reason and now, just sliver of a rhyme

Maybe just in time, as in not a moment to waste with trivial pursuits of the mindset of the cultured slime

Unconscious or not, Matter in Time & Space is the crux, needs no fix, it is what it is, that’s all there is to it

Mothers knew nothing, justice was a ham sandwich, a huff & a puff blew the house down, suck hind teat!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Freezember IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 777 AMPST

{ Jacked out the mind of a Simple Man (moi) while listenin’ to Silence between audio apparats, as designed! }

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