#OneDayLivingInInfamousTimes #BeLikeWater #NeverForgetPearlHarbor 12-7-41 #WHO #SPRINGSTEEN

THERE IS A BLACK HOLE AT THE CENTER OF THE WHITE BLOW

Gods who scouted out the blown star bytes which orbit the leftover last suppers

Being apart from the whole shebang for a moment or eternity until it repeats her

Mother Nature's a female we've been told, father Sun is a male, no hermaphrodites

Evil is Live spelled in reverse, any which way you juggle your marbles, it's Molly's.

Conquered the innocent and the ugly misfits who couldn't lick your boots, flag 'em

Jungle full of jingling bells and balls that don't create anything but DNA contagion

Create and destroy the things that exist and dissolve the fats into thin air, mortal sin

Meaning alive, mortality is the thing we do in perfection, written words that I'm all in.

Complicated the simplicity between equations' equal signs, pyramids and a fool in love

Dead and gone, here and now, out of nothing all a part of everything, subatomic above

As I lie, I lay dying within a shell of skin's bones and inner mechanics, evolved of Apes

Powers and empty vacuum cleaners rockin' the dimensions of Space's Time, ate grapes.

Kept me alive, again for a few moments past the time I was supposed to meet the One

It all wasn't my free choice because I am aware that there is nothing free, no, no choice

Freedom just a teeny tiny word that even Jimi and his ilk, me, myself & I can't get over

Jumped up and got down way low, below the ground without any luck, I got no lover.

Innocent and honestly without a wet dream or featured creature feature emission jizz

As a monk, a priest or just an innocent child with no sense of bad rhyme or reason

Indulging your surroundings, infiltration between your ears is inevitable, gods' son

You have full responsibility for your actions, you do the good, bad and my ugly jazz.

I know what you know, it's nothing and you know it, at least you should, so hey

Monsters out of your dreams and into your living existence of war and peace seas

Neither you nor I can agree on anything other than we're all gonna die, someday

Some way we don't have an inkling about, accident or disease or just sleep please.

Problem of speaking about the hormones in the formula and child's milk of nurture

You know, you're an animal, you know it takes sex to make more animals, I'm woke

Come on over to my side which is every side of the coin, on edge or either side I am

What I am is what I am like every other dead and alive thing, above & below, Bam!

Important or not, either way the end is on the way, stay up to date with your own fate

Paying the karma off or just a twist in the wind, luck of the draw in the mating date

Just because you think you're so pretty and smart means you should have another sin

Not in a garden of paradise, no apple to bite, middle finger upward, magic of my kin.

On stage for a moment until the exit sign lit-up above the stage doorway, 'ex' blinking

So it said literally "IT" in red, white background as if I didn't know it, I was thinking

Like my most significant other one that I elevate above my own 208 bones & breath

Her happiness Monday thru Sunday is all that matters, I'm the enforcer, I keep it Lit!

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r j j  stephan, i

Pearl Harbor Day 12-7-1941 #DayLivingInInfamyForver

{ My allowed Words of today while jammin' to @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry in an infinite loop @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

#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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