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PEACE OUT OF WAR TIME, SHUCKS

Now, I’ve got more than enough time to say nothing about star dirt
The one only I live, not one you or anyone else in this river bed city
Came out my mother & father while in love with the flesh, got hurt
By bad guys & gals in the world I came to know in a city of no pity.

Now when there’s no reason left to rhyme on a dime, be, you too
Fool’s errand requires a dime to be pure silver without copper hue
A saintly valentine for lovers of gush, all too human lusty god crew
A three wish fairy droppin' dimes & caused the sky to mutate blue.

Modern yet mad as a hatter from Alice’s wonderland, pretentious Id
Part superego, part innocence, ate food-alien predators, I'm The Kid
Wonderful Hispanic cowboy with tan sombrero to keep burns away
Being enforcers brings antagonism from the bad guys Doc Holiday.

Curiosity requires RNA transmission to the genome, idiot extinction
By random pairing of divine forces to procreate or not, a mortal sin
Way more than love, living' a dream within dream’s nightmare mind
Outside of your skull, your mind’s workin’ a room to avoid the Find.

That you, I & every other thing in the universe is a game of a One
Nobody here now or ever before or later will be privy to being, Sun.
Highlight darkness’ lack of burning atomic matter, fission, fusion on
Nothing to see here, no eyes on a subject or object of predication.

Logic & reason don’t count, it’s just a mentally retarded act of god
Nothing to do in a middle of deep space, Jetson flight UFO hotrod
Diamond-dirty, golden dawn comes up stoned, outback yet no fear
Underdogs devoured with rice grown out foes’ fecal mud, closer.

Enter the dragons & the crusaders, that’s what you’ve got left over
Or set down at a desk, in a classroom or in your office, drinkin’ beer
Because you own the company you work for, atone employee lover
Self-knowledge of who I am, who you are, what this is now & here.

For once in your life, you followed the path to the end, seein’ it all
Spit at you when you came home from War, It’s OK, nothing special
Pitched my tent at the side of the roads until the sheriff knocks out
My cracked driver-side wing window fell out on the ground, broke!

Railroad tracks go to and fro, here to there just two rails for the ton
Big John or Little Joe came over me back when I was One, evil one
Predicates talkin’ for me & still I’m quieter than y’all, mama Brown
Down with the rest of the losers who won high time in Lucky Town.

Well enough alone, got bent & I didn’t let the cats out of the bags
Common denominator of every numerator one to nine, up & down
Hauling baggage that’s empty and yet full of nothing but bad air
Carbon Dioxide, monoxide, tan an ox hide, whatever, it ain't so fair

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@AynRand

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DON’T YOU KNOW MY HANDS ARE TIED?

If you knew what I found out about the whole shebang from day One until right Now

There’s hardly a moment left to gain the understanding of this oneless-only Truth flow

Underneath the ground down to the core beneath the blown rock of a trinity’s trip chit

Sun of all the sons born to man and woman, nothing’s for certain, y’all can count on it.

In blinks of third eyes, it all disappears into the thin air that’s always here and now

Suddenly, all gone and unforgotten, as if a punishment for being a bad old fellow

Crime that is action violating laws of order in the middle of natural chaos’ tendency

To destroy the matter, turn it all into liquid hydrogen, destroy the oxygen rich sea.

Mammals become extinct allowing other forms of life to spontaneously combust

Out of your mind when deep inside of your 208 bone pieces, evolved out of lust

There must be some mistake, unless perchance the dust is a cosmic, humane blood

Unknown, undefinable, you are all that I am, as dead below & above ground hood.

Now you see what you’ve never seen before, then you don’t see it anymore, a shock

A fatal blow to the head without being done on daddy’s lap, oh yes, he said it again

It won’t look any better the day you die as it does right this very moment, Kemosabe

Height of the vertical skeleton, a code inside of DNA passed & mingled with RNA free.

Courtesy of the bagboys and checker/cashiers got the OPs & OGs over the holidays

All for the holy and the even holier than all saints ever born to run around holydays

Brought out of the dark and empty tank of zero love in my heart’s auricle/ventricle

Attack of death on the muscle, pump or not, we all can’t beat the clock, it’s all Hell.

Burnt to ashes, first was something then blown away dusty marrow, gone in a flow

Downwind yet upstream from the hatchery, up the mountainside where deer go

Up to the top where berries grow full of the sunshine’s glory, fruit of the hot vine

In through that outdoor and indoor pool of genetic formations, accidental purpose.

Blessed only to keep the survivors exempt from being dead and gone, smokin’ gun

Sniffin’ the flamed-out gunpowder’s burn, always like the fourth on the fifth’s fun

Terror in the mountains, a moron’s child, son of an idiot & imbecile, cuckoo nested

Flying in fake wokeness’ favor to survive in the cancel culture orphans of cor-vetted.

It was a worthy cause to avoid death, personal extinction the last thought of a scoundrel

One more chance, please allow me to entertain the notion of pleasing the cosmic mutants

Gods and the alternative, opposite of the ‘live’ that’s the ‘evil’ exactly inverted Time tense

High inside of your mother, outside of your father’s sight, grow, be, live, die, burn incense.

On guard to see the Truth, Justice and the continental drift of dry land, thirsty to drown

Where no oxygen is leftover for us all, there’s no place for you if you ain’t a seed plant

Bloodshot eyes, the whites being pink, light red lights on your demented inner soul Id

Psychological formation of the excuse for being beasts of burden, so hands up M& s#it.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Slamuary IIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini Mardi @ 1111 AMPST

{ Brilliant representative of aging brain & dead heads, drafted while jammin’ to @SavoyBrown link @ https://youtu.be/HSgs5enJ5RI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

#Moonshine #Moonlight #SpeedOfLightLITlife #SpringsteenToTheMAX #BigManosis #BRUCE #CHICAGOtheBand

I TWINKLE LIKE A DARK STAR

Hid out on the backstreets, just because I couldn’t hide on West Augusta Blvd

I knew I could wing it without a wingman, my jet was in solo mode, rock-hard

To be or not to be was my only motto, no other motivation needed big books

Negative and chilly to points of bein’ frozen solid, like ol’ foothill Willie hooks.

Petting a female human, petting a cat, a dog or a little bit of the block hot chips

From me or any other species of homo sapiens, anthropomorphic as mandingo

Laid off just because I got laid by the best female boss in the land of faux worms

Stood for nothing so there was no violation to confess, all of this scat’s a gasper.

In the center of the very life you never expected to live, youngster high on a bus

One of the many who’ve already expired their half-lives and miracles of a sinner

Wild and not as innocent as all of us zygotes once were, after mitosis, it’s on US

No responsible obligation to all commandments of invisible spirits, i got vetoed.

With or without the power to see past the blockage where it’s all peach creams

You will get to the end of the place in Space and spent Time of villains’ dreams

Forced against the power of all free will on the money where Natas rules angels

Orphanage released the minions without the tickets to the show, ridin’ Hells.

God’s ain’t so good down in the holler in the backwoods, my trailer pit bull hot

Nothin’ comes in or out of the cave in the middle of nowhere, not in 50 states

Area ain’t more than a pinhole in the universe, just forget about it man, it’s shot

Whole wad of DNA spent without gettin’ hope & change, it’s my luck, my Fate!

Roommates come and go from where you are to wherever they get to down it

All the memories remembered before you forget about it all, heaven fouled out

Into a zillion pieces of shattered shards of secrets, words nobody knows about

On the other hand, maybe they do know what they know about, just can’t tell.

Bees & birds ain’t flyin’ to remind my kin what it means to be dead, bitcoin cash

Following followers of the leaders who have nowhere to go, now, never alone

Hope in nothing more than a rock upon the dirt, with scratches on granite stone

Curls in the girls hair to avoid the split ends, the finale is ash, last party is a bash!

Fought my last fight right afore my last breath, broad way path on ol’ Man’s Sea

Secret and magic because you don’t know it’s a dream for us all, you forgot time

Of the poor kids whose fathers & mothers abandoned them to the rich kids’ sin

All about the wise guys and the fools of the highness in the lowlands above kin

Folks told the white lies and still caught the rat pie bubonic plague to kill gods

As above, so below only the rats and roaches can fill the Void against the odds

Marvelous & terrible at one and the same time, hit ‘tween dead twistin’ doubt

Pulled muscles and cramped up with all of the false moves, my lights are out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SLAMUARY 1st, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ jammed to LIVE 1975-1985 #TheArchiveSeries @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/GIQ_9qfpnSI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?