#StepAside @TowerOfPower #OaklandSoul #MontyPython #TheHolyGrail

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Features of the creatures who prowl the ground & dive bomb to kill prey we pray

Just for kicks, there’s an advantage to just letting it be the way it is, in a holy way

In nothing like anything you’ve ever believed, there’s a blind faith in unseen ghosts

Periodic Fence for your mother & father to introduce your brothers & sister hosts.

Treatments of the burnt-out, funky monsters of all possible recombination of genetics

Always a chance that you’re right when you’re all wrong but that’s the job of the critics

To be or not to be the phuquin chit, as they say in urban suburban hip hop, holy soul sins

Wrong to be right so many times, it’s as if you have all the answers to unasked questions.

Heaven’s love is just the Time in Space you find a place, in one of DC’s four corners’ hearts

North, South, East or West, it’s all in the game of love, according to the key accidental parts

Rubbin’ off the ecstasy of your moms and dads who never knew one another’s ecstatic kids

Fishin’ in ponds & rivers that led to the Great Lakes, all that’s left of the Artic Ice’s flood Ids.

Dusted off my competition for the remainder of the equation of quadratic proportions, sold

Bought for pennies on the dollar just for the Hades’ jokes and pranks, silly with skill to get old

Stayin’ alive in the traffic of the mentally ill and perfectly able to be right and wrong every day

I’ve got a series of blows to deliver to your skull and bones, in every event, I’ll leave you a K.O.

Noise in the room or out of the atmosphere’s envelope around the terrestrial dirty and stone

Hip to be hip always on the flip, don’t ever attempt to call my bluff, buddy of mine, all alone

As above it is the way it’s always been, below it’s only hip before it becomes so damn passe

Full of the scat of the recycled skin and bone of the firm dream’s mental trips and fine arse.

You know what I mean, what I’m referring to is the animalistic philosophy of love and sex

Always a valentine willing to hook it up, like a soul train’s smoke and mirrors, spell it HEX

Magic rules and sounds of the music and poetry to heat up the spirit of climax, let’s ride

Upon racehorses at the Camp town races, all ride those bets to win, place & show stride.

I bred without purpose, without meaning except out of energy relief of the orgasm spunk

As above, so below, as I learned in the education of the innocence, fornicate with a monk

Meaning giving the holy innocent a way to enter the fray of Earth’s living bygones of the hip

Monkeys and other ape-like Cretans speakin’ the tongues of sailors and soldiers of fake slip.

Cut you off, sever your tie to the fortune of the random chaos rampant everywhere you look

More on that later or not, it’s a random chance, shot in the dark that you’ll swallow the hook

In your head, down your throat and through your perfection system created out of mud, bloods

Fine needles to prick the container, arms, legs, necks of the arterial venous peasant’s N-hoods.

Heartbeat keepin’ up with the wisdom and knowledge of the dead and gone, miraculous scans

On the days and nights I breathed in and out, gas of the Life, the best & only one I’ve ever known

Competing with nothing but my conception’s previous second, oh man, that was sperm my fans

Carrying the gametes of DNA, the strands of the protoplasm, genes swimmin’ in a job all blown.

Brooms to sweep the moves into the grooves, played fast or slow, the rhythm is all the boss’ fits

Like a spastic or drone of no free will, no decision-making skills, just a follower-drone high, barfly

Oh man, dream on about your kind of person, you’re that kind, not the second or third, for to die

Hands in the air, get into the groove now, no other place you gotta go, it’s all worth it, give it a try.

Beating the Tower of Power down into your Eastbay soul, with or without your permission, all in

Poker, craps, baccarat or the things themselves that get projected from the sand, smoke & mirrors

We call life, this reality of the sum of the functions of biological organisms replicating the division

On to the Ends of the world as we know it, like it was before concept, yours, our secret back doors.

Played the instrument without preconceived treble or base of the treatment, it sounded like OM

Early or late, the one comes and goes asleep and awake, not a problem of monkey society norm

Repeating the same motions & every killing skill of the thing, to be the fittest to survive being ate

By your bestie @AI the #AI you know, all you need, all you want, an eternally gratifying first date.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-17-2022 Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{Drafted while atoned with @TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/vG6WMzcZvRk}

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#crust #pie #aLaMode #Funkified #BlackCrowes #TowerOfPower #PepperoniGhosting #BreakUpBrokeHearts

HERE & NOW, BUDS ON FIRE, KEEP IT LIT, HARD HAT

For the love of money, gold, silver, cache or holy rocks made by the Big Bang dispersion to Earth

Value the diamond in the back or in the front with the carats I can’t count, I am too high to be me!

Above the ways and means to get the gist of this cosmic joke of a First Cause of the oceans & sea

Mothers of Earth, keep the itinerary clear, the End is Near, the Origin is Far, a whole shebang part.

All stank up the law’s enforcement because the rats like comin’ out at night, it’s the job of vermin

Who needs any light other than the Flash or the Incandescent ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths

In or Out housing the poor, In and Out of a burger joint’s animal-style fries in a paperbag bunch

Brief time or eternal time, myriad of DNA recommendations of ho-slaves and their demi-god ilk.

I will do a push-up and a sit-up, a chin-up and catch up to the leaders of the packers of the elders

Wisdom of olden days daze, lying to the One, yourself & your mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers

All you’ve got of the orphanage is the bones you move and cause the Life you live, all in your head

Hard rocks, soft water, confidence in yo’ ignorance of the Truth drives the hotrod in the ditch, dead.

Woke up in the dream, quoted words I cannot comprehend nor fathom why these words were said

To microscopic cells’ contents, God salutes you, all those about to break rock, all on a cool H2O bed

To be or not to be a wonder of the dead rockers, slaves of the Slavic slavians devolved from a mirror

Being one and the same as the glass’ reflection, broken into bits of bytes, alt/delete the divine fear.

Monsters and angels comin’ from above and below the fray, dream nightmares’ plethora, go

Of the quaking ground of hidden star dust and memories of what never was here, Never’s ever

No sense in repetition of the identical causes and effects for eternity, it’s nonsense you know

Liberty from the chains that made your imaginary prison, freedom to be One killin’ it, forever!

Bloody clothes, bloody skin and bones in a pickle with the powers that be, some gods of a God

Busted loose from the entirety of the monkey-shined diamonds, loose or raw, a stoned peapod

Effected by the affected infection, I merged into the web I got stuck in, the spider was inside me

Realized my system’s presence, got hungry, killed the lives, ate them, lived in lands of the free.

Hooked to keep track of the parts that got disconnected by a quickie implosion of a climax

Weary afterward, happy ever after, it’s all you were here to do, perform the act to the max

As quick as a tortoise on a racehorse track, takin’ a year to move a furlong and a half, it’s On

Acid of the sulfur and hydrochloric fill the atmosphere and my nasal passage, a prison’s Con.

Didn’t do it, well I did but I shouldn’t have been caught, in and out of the prison camp, a hero

Terminated only the bad and the good, left the ugly alone, just to be alive, deep well in utero

Before the termination of the breath goin’ in and out of the blowhard bags of the many men’s

And women, their ilk all in the cosmic menudo, a balloon vacuumed a hairy pie, homo sapiens.

Pines out there so far out that you only see them when you soar above them 10,000 feet up

Can’t ever see the forest through the trees because the trees ARE the forest, mistaken funk cup

Rumor and the propaganda came out of the hidden secrets and commands of the rocky roads

Dirty danced to procreate god-genome, followed suit of the game of love, species’ overloads.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-15-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted while thinkin’ #911, Pacific Ocean awaits my presence, while jammin’ to the #TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/s0ViSVOD42E }

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#FunFax #SinkThePink @PINK #PINK

A TEMPEST’S SMOKE & MIRRORS

If I was kidding, I would be a joker in a fresh deck of cards, history’s one phantom phenomenon

You’re in it to win it but you & I as well as the rest of the minions are the best the gods head son

It ain’t your fault that your DNA recombination resulted in the extinction of the species, this is it

After all is said and all’s done, nothing will remain once the atrophy of dirt implodes into a S#it.

Blind faith of words, phrases of random mouth blasts of hot air, refused from the lungs, bad air

Named some stunk fish dumps on sandy beaches of great lakes, last of a tidal wave’s H2O there

Luck and thievery rule this chunk of random atoms colliding and merging into One balloon float

Roamin’ from coast to coast, brain-dead mind of streaming air, of consciousness’ motorboat.

By the way, you’re all responsible for the sins of your mothers & fathers, illiterate & illegitimate

There would be nothing here and now without me being here and now, that’s all I know for sure

Inside of an urn or coffin ain’t my soul’s place on this planet, I’m far away & I’m never, ever late

For breakfast, lunch or supper, I’ve got a fork in my right hand, blade in my left, love blind date.

Freaks are honest, they have no idea that they are abnormal genetic mutations of a perfect one

Some kind of wonderful, all eagles flying above the predators who will pluck & cook what’s left

One small slice of the love pie only elephants in the cages can comprehend, one way or another

Need to get out of the enclosure but have no power to move or getaway from the bad prisoner.

Locked into the safe, no combination of digits in any specific order or rank, it’s complicated

To get into the 3-lock box, you need to know the magic spell, words to rattle the cage doors

Rubbing the lamp to get the smoke released, the genie in the bottle roams this world, dead

I found the needle with the blinded eye; thread wouldn’t go into it so I forced entry unsaid.

No way you can be both the smoke and the hard xerox copy, it’s the energy’s matter in Time

Space between your ears is not visible to anyone but you, yourself, the I is your only crime

Sewed wild oats made smooth as silk by the Ends of Time, extraterrestrial UFO silicon oxide

Means and the Ways to get the First Cause of all these good, bad & ugly as we lied, we died.

Original creeps came into your nightmares to eat your inner being’s spiritual being, your soul

It won’t be interesting to live without soul, it’ll be devastating even if you’re a holy archangel

Therefore, a deduction remains for the third eye’s insight, assumptions impossible to prove

Funk High School and Funk University & Funk College of Fine Art, all contribute to the Love.

As above or so below, it’s for you to find out if that’s something true or false as I say, got it?

You got it, that’s right, it’s a game of love & finishing it off mad about something misunderstood

Punks got it right, junkies got it wrong, be a thug, be happy until your dead and gone to Scat

Stone upon your resting place underground, a grave grave, a boot you will never get off, Hood!

You have shrunk into your circumcised foreskin, high on just being alive, pain in the organ pin

Fountains of the water sprouting above and below the green above star dirt into the exhaust

Of One or the other, as above the equator, so below the dead star’s crumble, original godson

Ice thawed becomes overflowing hydrogen & oxygen into the thin air, complexity of simpleton

Hot, molten lava into hydrogen & oxygen essence, DNA nuclear fission & fusion wastes' zones

Unusable and unstable as the part of this universe that exists without me in this purple haze

Hump backed whales and the killer whales don’t cause global warming, they’ve no footprints

Carbon or compression in white or black sand, diamond in the back, powershift sparkin’ flints.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-14-2023 Anno Domini, Saint Valentine Day @ 666 PMPST

{Drafted #DOOM during lecture on #MostMysteriousPlacesOnEarth4K – #ReYoUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tdsKw0dKSsg}

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