Schism Gist of the SCAT to the Nines with Boyz 'round here! #RollingStones #BlakeShelton #ChrisJannsen

YOU AND YOUR FIRST PEACE OF EIGHT

Danced up an ice storm in the circle of devils and dust they kicked up during the shindig
Phantoms left over now but that’s all in the past, died on the way home, a long time, I dig
Now, I finally got to the end where I was always headed, just not as soon as it’s appearin’
Beauty I breathed into my lungs with the forest fire sparks, still survived the mortality sin.

Port of your entry is from the darkness’ legs spread wide open, beyond the pale of a pail
Fortunately for you & I, every night you fall asleep in bed, you’ve blind faith you’ll prevail
Off guard or on, fate or fortune granted by an ancestor ghost, unseen Lake Michigan foam
Silence louder than the factory whistle blasting the signal to go get drunk or go on home.

Ten toes, ten fingers, two arms, two legs to animate the soul in the rib cage, blown mind one
As much as you can within reason, cool Kool-Aide got you drunk, burned the silver toke funk
High and mighty hole separated from the thing, atomic shaped form of a specific holy monk
Mares, studs, that’s all for now, getting no older than the writing on the cave’s sheetrockin’.

Rolled the leaf into the dream of squeezing the box, shooting the air’s sound into the ears
Monks flyin’ to avoid the road you’re on, I don’t want to pass you and make you feel fears
That you’re not as fast as I am means nothing, slipped away before you knew it, we’re woke
Long walk, short drive, mouth is smashed, skull is caved in, angels must be on a line of Coke.

Crowd is out of my control, just like it will be when you’re dead & gone, just like that
There was a key for the locked door but it was a skeleton buried in Orléans’ saints shat
They ate and drank and they needed to live & act as if life on Earth was important too
Just like you do, we all do, only the preconceived is closer to the Truth than I, fight foo.

On finding my mind locked into an infinite loop of unintentional consequences, it’s fated
Somnambulism granted by the gatekeeper of heaven, alarmed clock struck twelve for fun
Peaceful tribes who do not battle in any human war of stealing the luck of the Irishman son
On guard, ready always, it may be over in a swift pass of the blade or bullet, had a good run!

I’m gonna run the table on you before you know it, how does it feel to know it before I do?
Quite nice to know what will happen in advance, you can bet your bottom dollar on that, so
Matter and the energy burning to animate the result of the Big Bang, effulgence of plasma O
Call it a word, a sound, a name, noun or verb, subject or predicate, we all die, we all gotta go.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-13-2023 A.D. @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #Vienna2022FullConcert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yafcId3UYcE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnBorrowedTimeKilledTheLivingToBeTheDead #MeaCulpa #MamaChola #YouGottaHaveYourWay #BreakinMyHeart #BetchaIDontGotOne

KEEP THEM SEPARATED, WE MUST

Without Reason or word rhyme, a crowd is thrust into the cold windfall’s hot ice
Like it or not, it gives the SEX of Love a bad name, an aberration of the two dice
You roll ‘em for sevens or elevens like a cowboy without a horse or a herd’s cows
Winning in front of the poor, bad guys who steal everything as the sheriff allows.

Smashed your pumpkins in the mouths to mix up a paid concoction of proxy war
Far, far away from the king, the queen, the emperor & the freemen shore to shore
I know you know that they know what we all know, oh, other than you’re a mortal
Hopping in and out of beds as a prostitution institution, all you gotta do is bawl.

But when you remain in bubbles of mud, blood and beer, you’ll forget, they’ll recall
A bit of a fractional measurement of an atom of God, the principle Time, Spring-Fall
As the moving shadows on the inner cave walls indicate, firelight brightens the Woke
In the wake of a motorboat’s trace on the surface, high minded pigs fly high in a poke.

United in consummation of blubber, mankind & all fake women begetting goddesses’ dings
An imaginary place in the void space between your ears, hard of hearing, perfect pitchings
Right, that there, look into your presence, eye pupils see who you always were, my eyes see
It’s like everything, everywhere, all the time, Past and Future lets no Present go scot-free.

Trolls have an impact on the psyche of the child who has no separation of reality from fantasy
It’s a gift to be privy to the Truth and believe that few friends or foes have the same film to see
Beginning to the end, power input & output continues until we’re runnin’ on empty for a spell
Balls to the four walls, womb to the ceilings and floors, avoid the Void’s secret about God’s hell.

It ain’t there and it never was but the sinister keepers of the bull’s scat, unelected keep the faith
Blinded by nature, by birth or by poking eyeballs out of the heads that disagree with a wraith
Only you know like I know, how it’s going to be from this point on to the finale of the stage play
Acted as an Oscar trophy moving around in a plethora of seeds in cosmic ground of a dirty day.

Pick between the identical choices so you cannot be wrong, everything is One and & same Ids
Ego is in the pocket and under control of the beast within, your parents & children, kids of kids
Apes in & out of the cages, free to move about from feeding frenzy to hiding stench and funks
Followed them from everywhere, stench of a city that stinks because of the dead fish & drunks.

Bunkers to hide from the barrage of spears and arrows flung by the followers of faking leaders
I’m out in front of the Outback with your mama ‘cause your daddy kicked her out of what’s hers
Red to violet, infrared to ultraviolet, shining a light in the darkness won’t buy immortal souls
Actually, total ignorance ought to be the rule for the roost, easy to control the follower roles.

Flock, herd, gang or continental hordes of children grown into ignorant cookie crumb monsters
Of goat-herders & wolf killers consigned to fulfill the bottom lines underneath oak & elm trees
Beams us up to the ship and back down to the plane of existence, purple people eater junkies
Last blow of breath, eyes wide open for the insight showin’ that my life was a real cool breeze.
 

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Lundi, March XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1010 AMPST

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

#QuantumQuantitativeQuarters #HillbillyDeluxe #BlackWhiteWormHoles #EverybodyLovesTittiesBeer

ENTANGLEMENT ALIEN DNA QUANTUM WORM-HOLY OUTERCOURSE

If you ain’t blind, deaf or hard of hearing the soundscapes or seeing blinding flashlights
Blues on a phonograph or the youTube button from the gods who started the bad fights
To be or not to be wasn’t the question at all until the facts of life you guess in Sing Sing
Yet, you don’t and nobody else does either, it’s a timing matter of time, it is everything.

I gained function of the calculus to be a confrontation of Earth’s gravitational collapse
Invasion of your mind with the imagery and sensational data, it’s a memory relapse
Forgetting the Truth about the Life, the Existence underfoot, y’all are gonna die young
Neither today nor tomorrow, not even yesterday but who you are will be a song sung.

On the nature of flying objects like the Wright brothers and the UFO’s before & after us
Some girls and boys know and some will never know the Way, blinded by the light dust
Time & the spin of the planet’s centrifugal & gravitational forces are the only god I know
Inside or outside of the form you inhabit, a spirit or soul either is or it isn’t divine flow.

Star stuff presence between our sun, a star from Hollywood and a divine superior Kid
A creator of heaven and Earth not to mention every other thing in the deeper Space
Dropped the recollection of the memory, forgot about the meaning of Nothing but Air
Off or on, in or out, above or below remains the focus of secretive defense, none there.

Groceries packaged & consumed by justice and the creatures’ features, to live, to die
Always with us all, the light & the air provide the tools to seek & destroy the alien lie
Truth is life in a Petrie dish has metastasized from germ x & y into the corpse of funk
Love or hate have no bearing, it’s a matter of time, getting’ in tune for a slam dunk.

Here you see it and there you don’t, you never will because it’s invisible & silent coded
Of men & mice there’s no blind faith yet obedience to ominous commands’ motherloded
Submission to the substance’s immanent function, will to the power of causing effects
What it is, what it’s always been & what it will always be today & yesterday is God Sex.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-12-2022 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST
{ #GotAstrophysics?  Unclassified classy SCUD artillery UFO sightings in the USAF back in 1971-1972 which I believed for the last 50 years were all in my own head, last laugh is the BEST GUFFAWING LAUGH E V E R! Links @ https://youtu.be/ogQUnT_ROBQ & a byte of #HillbillyDeluxe by @BrooksAndDunne @ https://youtu.be/bA2ydkL8uJY }