#EventHorizon #VoidMatter #WhatsTheMatter #TerminateKillerAntiMatter #PhilosopherFreakinOut #CosmosYouDontKnow #OnceBitten #EyeByteNothingness

"Everything about you seems like it's true but it ain't true. Something's gotta hold on me but I don't know what the hell it is. Oh my God it's happening again I can't get out of the dream help me please somebody! That works pretty good! Now you can let go wake up be quiet get on with your day. Yeah if it walks like love talks like love it must be love!" - me { NEVER, EVER In @BucksCounty }

MUST BE  PHILOSOPHERS IT WON’T LET GO

When I walked you home to your mother’s house, your father was waiting, said, don’t return
I thought he meant that day, he meant forever, he told me the next day, he repeated the burn
So, a third time, it was a bare-knuckle jam, he was an easy mark for a fourteen-year-old thug
I was but I ain’t no more, retired my thug-card at an old-fogey home, in my house, my mug.

Drunk like somebody slipped me a Mickey, not mouse, a double dose, Everclear mama milk
Princes & paupers get their ancestors up out of graves for the favor they let us all spank
Bar-ware strapped to the backs of girls & boys miscued & never chalked up for an 8-ball bank
Not exactly forever if a Big Bang leads to Gravitational Collapse, tell mama before tokin’ dank.

Never knew the knowledge because I was wise to conventional wisdom, a self-cancellation X
Compounded or simple interest in the cash, the gold, lead pencils and a Toronto Sore US Rex
Love took all of the hurt away from the past hate & disrespect for my presence, I’m on a roll
Dream inside a dream that I can’t awaken from, it’s OK, I got this, out of ground's control.

Ennui means you’re interested in Nothing, stay there, stick with it, you’ll finally get knack of it
It is just a heartbeat away from stopping the world, right where you see it the last time, oh s#it
Means you’ve made a strategic error and followed the path to doom, Lies couldn’t be avoided
They never knew, they read what dead men wrote, leaped to a conclusion on false, blind faith.

Gods unknown, nowhere in sight with a form or the substance other than the Matter & Forms
All or a big, fat nothing burger in a matrix game of First Caused effects & then it's just worms
Not for a small reason but it’s a snake’s world, worms keep Dirt movin’ in holy tweets of a bird
Feel what I felt, Earthquake! You feel that? No, but I believe you, fall into a Black Hole, WORD!

Contemplate a simple mind, it’s right there in back of your own eyes, you know I’m right, son
No information on baby girls, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, grandmothers but I’m done
Put a hurtin’ on us all by leaving us all out to dry on the seven seas' sweet water dehydrates  

Purple Rain dropped on Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Mercury, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune & Pluto.

Cork in the bottle, it washed up onto the beach after the deluge on the way to the arid desert
Fathers & all gods’ godmothers didn’t know how more babies were coming, XX DNA’s XY
Nobody knows now in the 21st century unless a con-job awakens fools in a black light High
Idiots in charge, gods died of forgetfulness, now we know squat, except we're all gonna die!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 13th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 11:11 PMPST
{ Squirted this Squeeze from the Dry Turnip while listenin’ to “100 Best Blues Jams of All Time” link @ https://youtu.be/gFqi5B7OQRA }

 F I N I S 

 W.W.A.R.D.? 

#FillHERup @CopyOver #AdInfinitumism #NotBad #EVIL spelled backwards #LIVE

THE TWO-LANE BLACKTOP TO NEVER-NEVERLAND, STEP BACK TO YOU & ME

As I got picked last for the team was a crew of holy left wingers & forwards in the center
Of the ice, the parking lot or wherever a ball or puck would roll or slide goals in smoother
A point or two, maybe three but either way it’s gonna make your heart race, in your face
I move only to perform my own practice of being an egotistical egomaniac, I make haste.

Performance of manipulating and manhandling the sounds of beauty and Truth about nature
It’s flawless if you must inquire, as if creation of the thing itself occurred deep in a white room
Black/gold curtains to cover up the mass and the energy, looking deeply, a deeeeeeeeper zoom
Further into the borders’ furthest edges where there’s no gas left over for Life or a Death cure.

But and that’s a big but man, no lie about that Abel & Cane didn’t take too well to punishment
Just eating Wisdom & fruity sugar of apples, it didn’t nourish me as I ate & shat the apple core
Dynamically tagged, as if there’s a reason to be outstanding & top shelf, other than high price
Upwards of a billion dollars’ worth of gold would put a muzzle on me, just One, way gone, Ice!

Now, I know that the Fix is in because the winners don’t like to lose, they’re on my side today
Yesterday & tomorrow I’ll be on my own, once again, it’s the only way go to, head’s on a swivel
Gotta be sure the rear flank has enough munitions and supplies for the troops, moral victory
In the end, crisis leaves all consciousness left In starless darkness, disturbed above & below.

Imagine I, every day you’ll live forever but you’ll never see that imaginary monk’s lD card, fake
ID says he was born in ’73… not 1973… a hundred years before that, 1873 after the States’ war
Couldn’t just let well enough alone, thy eyes and ears misled all of us, to think that we’re baked
That thought may be on target or grounds for libel, either way, jump the shark or the near dead.

Suddenly, subsequent to dying, you’re in an act of contrition, apologizing to deaf, ghostly ears
Hot or cold water whether polluted or pure mountain rain & snow came down from the Alps
Sierras & the Rockies put the Pyrenees to shame, of course for the wealthy tourist hyper hype
Fear mongers can’t get enough, it’s time to put the relief pitcher into the game of Homers.

All to walk, run, catch, throw & hit a tiny ball between random lines of radiation, strikin’ balls
Picking up the final score to be an empty set of runs, hits and errors in judgement of Ump calls
Boredom leads to the high interest when the payoff’s sensual pleasure or golden dawn, all set
Plastic people and wood people got together & caused delusions of grandeur in a black hole.

Three outs, three strikes, four balls, fair or foul boy, what else can an umpire do? Nothing
Not one thing other than brushing off the dust on home plate, to be slid upon, so touching
Someone in a dark hoodie is lookin’ at me, home room is this here room, some war of sexes
I’ve got a hoodie on, I’m lookin’ at myself, forcing my mind to ignore fear of death & taxes.

Knockin’ the chips off of everyone’s shoulders as if it’s anything more than just being ignorant
Of the wisdom and knowledge it takes to survive in peace and happiness, as if there’s no Evil
Pretend that it’s all Good, it’s safer that way but be prepared to battle & if necessary, set to die
If & only if I’m correct then every man, woman & child is doomed, doomed I say, go git HIGH!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, May XIII, MMXXIII @ 111 PMPST
{ Sifted out of the riff-raff while listenin’ to #SoulSearching by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?