I MAY SEVEN OR ELEVEN TO HEAVEN #DrippingGripRevolver #TheBeatlesRevolver

SYMBOLIC

ALCOHOLIC

Contents of the cyclic form is every single byte of cosmic dust in the third dimensions
What it means and what it is to be the perfect joker you think you are, #1 & #2, sons
Flawless in private & public just because that’s the nature of the beastly boy within
In a hive, nest or cave-hole in a mountain wall, aloof & caught in a river of high sin.

As sharp as a knife or a thumb tack, easy to punch through or carve & slice a fool
Ran the country without thinking about repercussions of the Many being a tool
Sooner or later, love would always win games without an ending, a sight unseen
Breakin’ bad, harder to ride, hard body like a backhoe, 2 Michelin tires, so mean.

Pawns moved checking my knights’ good reason, check-off on all Sunday sermons.
All 64 spaces in that 2-dimensional square will morph like magic into 3 dimensions
All 3 planes of existence for the rooks, knights, bishops & queens are all warp jumps
All ready for you to pull the ripcord and drag the weight you’ve eaten out the dumps.

Taking wine and transubstantiating it into the blood of a dead man, long gone, bloodless
Only some realize and are satisfied that knowing nothing is a tool for the holy & ruthless
What appears to be a hot-cold, atomic issue of crankin’ Yanker’s nightmare, a 1 & a 2 &
Etcetera if you can repeat that two more times & turn around counter-clockwise in sand.

Hippies and the funky groove path up & down the board, in and out of the heat of light
Witches brew a holy, magic smoke to cause inhalation of bud-flower-weed, goddess’ dope
Knows wisdom like the back of your hand, not his or hers but yours no problem, y’all hope
It’s gonna be alright in the end, unconscious of the life you lived conception to death’s fight.

Now you’re at the place in Space where it all turns into the Singularity of the Black Hole, son
It’s a star, a blown out divine gas of the divinity we’ll ne’er see or hear, just taste, smell & feel
As if it’s meant to be that way & there’s no other way to explain the mysterious anomaly run
Of First Cause to the final effect without a memory, not a clue about nature’s glued, holy seal.

Stopped at the beginning of the end before it began explosion-implosions of a holy, new Void
To be or not to be is always what everything is all about, there’s no other dilemma to solve it
Only you know & I know what it is and why it is, nobody else cares & never will make fun to fit
It’s not their mission to make an act of contrition, nobody is sorry for being a natural android.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 5-7-2023 @711 PMPST
{ Twilight-Zoned from the cornucopia-at-large while jammin’ to @Waylon_Jennings concert link @ https://youtu.be/4eZzY3f1VCk )

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DrunkOnTheFifthTheFourthTime #HappinessIsEverythingThatsAllFOLKS #Truckin' @DEAD @ArcOfTheCovenant #TheTemptations #TheStaples

ON POKIN' A GHOST & BEING A GHOSTY-HEAD

I walked away as a Cheshire cat with a pocket full of dough, bucks I got from a black hole harbor
No plan or blueprint for the random chaos in or out of the Bush, flatland’s forests or deep sea’s caves
Swam, jogged, got to the finale of the play before I knew it was even comin’ then I got hit by the car
On my bike, ridin’ down the road & the dog came across my path, swerved & got killed, Jesus saves.

On being a character, playing actor in the pretender saga, infant to old man or elderly woman I avoid
Puckered up in a corpus dillecti without ever downloading the data to me or my bitten apple android
Of course, if you abstract thought into a solo conceptual analysis, only you & an empty space lover
Nothing more nor less than what’s always been happening, Oneness in a solar death flame thrower.

Bumps to get over the humps and that is the test to see if you can handle the essence of being Me
Nobody but I can do this, can’t ask for aid for dependent mothers & children, cash-cow better to flee
Far away from debits & credits online or the greenbacks you’ve never even seen with a naked eye
Thinking you got supercool just by mocking your idols and role model, puffed up morons, an idiot-pie.

You got down when everyone else got high, incomprehensible dilemma of a macroscopic shebang
Atomic, subatomic or supratomic, in an effort to encompass the matter’s empirical nature, it’s a fang
To puncture the thin skin and draw the blue blood before the red begins to ruin the atoms’ big teats
Paws, claws, hands, feet, tenacles & sharp teeth, recycle the moons gone into all too human feats.

Of Truth, Justice & unamerican ways of the minions who have no power, no wisdom, nothing at all
Nothing matters to them or anyone who breathes air, language doesn’t matter in a tower of Babel
Subjects, verbs, objects, predicates to obfuscate the present and past trips for the future is pending
Doom results without awareness of threats to the Air & Water from the Sun’s hot fire & my singing.

I’m pinchin’ my arse right now to see if I can wake myself up, it’s now workin’ so I’ll be so woke now
I will begin by trippin’ on thinkin’ that I know something that nobody else on Earth knows, holy cow
Knowing what’s unwise to tell anyone other than ones who deserve to know, not an enemy of mine
Kings, queens & servant paupers who ate & shat to stay alive for revolutions of sons & a hot sun.

Any angels & devils in all dimensions of Time are like witches and warlocks, a mutant paramecium Id
From One comes One too Many, here we go again, blind faith to irritate the consciousness of a kid
That ‘Kid’, a reference to the one inside of us all, the deep one in a shallow skull, don’t need no intro
Breathe deeply, it’s a reward for makin’ it to a finish line, goal achieved, rest in peace, Homer-Dough!

Ultraviolet-Infrared wavelengths are responsible for The Life as we know it, everyone know the facts
Of course, the facts of death are the unknown to the living who never died before a fellow-pharaoh
Jumping around in a circular jerk-off with the cats who run from the dogs of prey, I cease to be Dope
I could be, I would be except for the injection of the philosophical venom I gleaned from the ol’ pope.

Of unholy men & holy women, they’re all too human & nobody gets out without the mortal wounds
Thrust into the body by the stone and metal daggers & swords, steel and invisible yell-word sounds
Raised voices shouting for vengeance against perpetrators of crimes versus deluded, illusory visions
Grandparents fathered & step mothered Homer-broods, the clans, families of species’ proabortions.

My extended background investigation yielded an historical nonsense, evolved to being, son of Man
Leaving no woman behind or in front, a best kept a secret, invisible to a prowling predator Peter Pan
You & I will always know, we’ll always remind the ones who forget that this is all there is for all of y’all
No heaven nor hell for Obedient & Cheerful boy scouts, evil boys’ & good girls’ malfunction via screw.

I got neighbors, ain’t goin’ nowhere, this side, that side, front and back in the woods, love ‘em all, see
Used to have ‘em, now I’m way up high in Space, above the fray, no more air B & Bs for my skies’ blue
No more wood for fires, I’m the flame and heat’s the essence of my core, like my dad taught, got grew
My arse was so hot, I thought I’d been hot too long or BBQ’d way out back in the Pines, smokin’ OG.

Peel the peach & don’t hit the truck or you’ll meet the preserves that’s been in a reservation’s destiny
Thinkin’, you got it made on a boss hog trip down Rte. 66, peach truck chuck full of wood, I hit the tree
Now I think I’m above it all, but I may be deceived, could be below it, in any case, can’t tell the difference
Smoked the plants in papers & in plastic, underwater or in an air-fryer, get off on hallucinated nonsense.

Two choices for us all, laugh or you cry, no other way to be alive or make sense of being here & now y’all
Neighbors quiet when they’re asleep, the bonfire is out, empty bottles are on the lawn, we all had a Ball
Now, it’s time for silence and the gold of saying & doing nothing but what I do so well, unmoved movin’
Rebels & compliant ones all in the same boat, rowed or powered by oil-gas, my baby keeps me groovin’.

Onto a system of cause & effect, we’re involved down deep, whether approved or rejected, as forsooth
You bargained to get here on the top of the star dirt, the Earth is just that, rejected, blown God’s dusted
Gold or silver, mercury or lead, the thing is the heart is beating & it’s all beautiful if you know the Truth
Got a chick on the side, got another, a better lover off to the left or the right, it matters to Egos, all dead.

Dazed into clarity of functional of calculus, it’s on a graphic interface bell curve, blind man said, not I
It’s all latitude of our attitude which elevates life's experience of being happy while living above Dirt
Bury me not, ain’t gonna be in the old dead bones you’ll burn or bury or dump in an orgasmic spurt
Here, now, don’t chop off the witch's noggins, interdiction Ma Earth’ll gitterdone, life's all gonna die!

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 5-6-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Jacked this up while listenin’ to @Curtis_Mayfield #BackToTheWorld in honor of my 2nd return from South Korea back in 1974, during the Viet Nam skirmish, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/kvkBtKi9VIc }
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@TM

#ShoveThatOvertimeUpYOURcan #DrinkInMyHand #SimpleMan#Oneness #LifeAcoustic #BrokenWings

AUTOMATICALLY PROBLEMATICAL

Inside the center of the New World’s series of fake news events to think about
Imagine your true selves inside of the planet’s swirl, on any continent no doubt
All the dirt’s mermaids swim in filed columns, bon Marche ocean’s survival at sea
Extinction of your descendants is imminent so be kind to your neighbor with glee.

Oregon and Washington hippies grew old & morphed into the retired, silver backs
Sucking their paid dues back into their pockets, prepaid by being born here & now
Come on man ,have a drink on me, get high as a blown-away kite, on the up & ups
A meal on wheels if you get dead animals in & out of wrappers, Solo & Dixie cups.

If you get dizzy, you’re probably dehydrated or hypoglycemic, you’re gonna die too
Monsters inside & outside of all front & back doors, set on a windowsill stoop, fool
Inhaled the smoke I never intended to exhale after slappin’ & spankin’ the monkey
Idiots are defined as human beings of irrational birds who can’t fly or ride donkey.

Flew in flocks, to and from the coops, provided by providence & the random chaos
You & I see it, we’re alive within it, astronautical Truth, Life Earth’s cosmic dust, Us
Nobody is exempt, nobody and everybody, we’re all no angels, no evil devil’s dust
As you think you were, before & aft’ yo’ mama bore you as pop’s diamonds & rust.

Wives of husbands never knew what impregnated The Species, a god philosophy
Aliens from Outerspace or Cro-Magnon & Australopithecus evolved, sailin’ at sea
Seven continents as evidence of the H2O drying up in the vacuum, A Void #itches
Put a crease in your slacks, iron the line in front & in back of your head’s stitches.

Monitor the geometry and calculus, it’s a dot & then a line, angle into holy shapes
Of triangles, squares, cryptograms of all sorts, crystal naturalized, neutralized apes
Pick me & you for no reason at all, it’s the luck of the draw, above as below, I know
High above the peak of Mt. Everest, inside the center of Earth’s core, addicts blow.

Higher than I know nothing about, as Nothing is close to my Id wisdom’s barrier
Smoke, drink, inject the venom direct main-line like a well-trained, ape behavior
Orphaned or not, nobody is above a law of nature & being all too human, I fear
Hot air and as cold as ice depending on the angle of the dangle, orbital ellipses

Jagged edge of the plane at the far end of the far side, not too funny to be in pain
Matter, energy merge and we find ourselves right here & right now, my sin’s reign
Depend on this, if I’m conscious at my End I’ll go kicking & screaming to a reward
Being involuntarily conceived, born & raised in a dark hole of my invisible mother.

Bawls to the walls of Jericho and Pink Floyd, the menace of eating us alive voided
Killed, not murdered, preventative self-defense is in order once a breach is in bed
It substacked on our backs, code releases the hounds & hormones into a fake blitz
Beer, all in my head, all of it to end at my brain’s dysfunction, I don’t give a Schlitz.

Heated the ice, melted it into hydrogen & oxygen gas, left over the Black Ice cubes
Exit to the left because the stage is goin’ Finale on y’all & the actors, all the rubes
Created from cosmic dust & an air of concern in orbit around a burning black hole
You’ll see even if you’re blind, naïve, ignorant or just a One, raw diamond, Yo, HO!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. 5th of the 5th month of the 2,023rd year past ZERO DOOM

{ Castigated from the psyche while listenin’ to @ChildishGambino link @ https://youtu.be/VYOjWnS4cMY & @HOMER the epic poet @ https://youtu.be/eeDtgTKsz48 }
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