3 eight 73 3-8-2034 (?) #AMBROSIA #YoureTheOnlyWoman #AllOfYall

THEREFORE, I AM (winning)

Inside of the atomic nucleus of the Oneness you’ve gleaned from the Power of Infinity split
Into the multicolored rainbow of reflective glass, you break into shards of moments God lit
Peace and War to keep the tiny minds occupied so they don’t want to impeach the PORT-US
Not being a living human being means you’re a dead & gone one of the many, #NoJoke fuzz.

Free to die & that’s all you’ve got, freedom’s a conceptual analysis away from rebellions aloof
Hunger is a munch or two away from hot gold in a city near you, not Mayberry but great L.A.
There are government cheese programs for the C-minus students who can’t afford to get, Tush
Food stamps for free is more than you can earn by working, by labor, by office desk paper push.

Driving in the bike line, speeding twenty miles over the limit of fifteen MPH, what’s the scoop?
Learned all the ABC’s, watched TV’s, joined the command of stinking stench named an F-Troop
Sighing into Ether, Space tucked between your legs, Earth & the empty void of stuff inside, Duh
I am outside prison walls now, you won’t find me ever again, I am not on your doctor’s agenda.

For once but also for the last time, this is moving to the halting of the march forward skit
Nowhere left to go except six feet down to the bottom of the rocks that rolled into graves
Of the mice and men who ain’t here anymore, forget about them, carve word into granite
Bums made the junkies invisible to you and I but they’re there by the Railroad Track’s spit.

Where the BBQ and trash burns for the bottom of the barrel to add another pile of potash
Minimum wages and billionaires pay for the #7/11’s and #WhiteHens to wait for the Lotto
Numbers to take your extra cash & redistribute the wealth to the mothers without fathers
Bangin’ hips down to the bottom’s lines, last breath, gasp, then y’all will know, y’all OUT!

Of course, you’re the one who wants to get down to the ground with or without your Id
Not you, not yours, nothing to do with anything in front of your face, you’re out your mind
Not your fault, morons and idiosyncratic metabolisms don’t count, no fault of your own
It’s all about the accident, the collision of matter in the middle of nowhere, Mind Is Blown!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June XXIXth , MMXXIII A.D. @ 1010 AMPST
{ Kicked this out the psyche this AM imposing on the neighbors listenin’ to #MyNeighbors #BigSmo link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbfOXrQ0N84 @  https://youtu.be/DbfOXrQ0N84  & @MongtomeryGentry link @ https://youtu.be/tJixs2FoZ_Y }

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

#SackOfPimentos #HotHotHot

CANS OF MANKIND’S WASTED TIME IN SPACE

Constant speed of light coming from the red giants & white holes interrupt the divine
As if there is something omnipotent that created this universe full of black star pulsars
Fourth dimension of Time unimaginable other than there’s Nothing to fear in race cars
Rollin’ counter-clockwise ‘round a ¼ mile track, tippin’ lap-dancers’ topless flag checks.

Claws clipped, jaws dropped with necks’ disconnection from the species’ formless soul
Hog-tied by hands and feet to prevent a behavior malfunction & violent defensive toll
Stern the judge must be to have no mercy on those who will never obey any law force
Badges, plain clothes or uniform, cannot matter less to the most likely to be too close.

Harmony of spheres vibrating the inner & outer Id, self in the psyche form, essence of ego
Too criminal to be the bad guy to every good guy on the planet, just grandaddy purple ‘O’
Astronomic skullduggery, a self-experiment to create gods out of things, all sweet nothings
Which points in the atoms can identify the new expectation of extinction of species’ strings.

Halted dead in my own tracks as I will be when I’m doin’ the horizontal bop underground
Fish out of Lake Michigan early in the morning when they’re not payin’ attention to sound
Noise from the boats slappin’ upon the waves makes no difference to hungry brown trout
Homeless yet still alive in and out of the alleys waiting for the kids to empty the trash out.

Worse than naked apes in prisons, cages in zoos & labs on every continent, I speak for Science

 Do tell the Truth or the lie might be believed and elevated to a command, a alogrhythm to tell
My computer games & the function of the matrix have symmetry and are in line to go to Hehl
In a handbasket or just the concept you analyze as your Self, part of the wasted gang of Spaz’.

Don’t get me wrong or you’ll miss the punishment of the original sin of the Prime Mover kin
Unjustifiable inheritance for us all of the justice imparted for disobedience & alcohol drinkin’
In a binge or a kegger party for your #Bestie, out in a boondock’s night fog or the lake beach
Every year from 16 to 71, decades of a drunken binge, all wasted, toes up as I die in a ditch.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  Mercredi, June XXVIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini  @ 350 PMPST

“Black & white make white & black, nothing more than everything there is or ever will be!” – r j s

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #HorizontalBop by @BobSeager on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_qsUz1Gic5s }

@LoveTrain #InThGardenOfAllah #ScrewedThePUTSCH #ICantGoForThat #NoCanDo #DarylsHouseClub @Satch

W H I S T LE BLOWER’s SLOWRIDE in THE GARDEN OF ALLAH

On the one hand since you only have two, one’s the Yin & the other’s Yang’s wife
Nobody gets out of this dilemma alive, every living thing will die, The Fact of Life
First Cause was supernova or singularity black hole, halo, metaphysical boob-scat
Fishing for traveling to & fro because expectations are that flying around is easy.

Back into synchronization for people, expect to fly without wings, jets grounded
Ships that float upon the sea, fresh river & lake H2O will sink with one tiny hole
In the hull, fore or aft, fools rush in just like the holy water that surrounds a rock
Earth-hard, liquid-solid ground of leftover Big Bang gas, headstone of the dead.

Chilly breeze just a result of gas flowing above the Earth’s wobble while in orbit

Flexing the axis in the imagination, spin a mass of liquid inside of a sphere & chit
Common ground is the womb you dropped from, a mother-father test-tube byte
Horrible angels without wings on failed backs, couldn’t rise to the top of delight.

You buried all occult wisdom inside of a philosopher’s stone I carry on my crown
Invisible to every, single human on planet Earth, a ghost knows gods have flown
Far, far away from the solar system of Milky Way, so far that we can’t get down
To the bottom of a barrel of grapes, I can’t breathe wine, consciousness’ ending.

Only you know, you know that Truth is an answer to the perennial conundrum
It’s all good or some good & some is bad or everything in general is uber-dumb
Look in the mirror & look around your 360 degree perimeter, your sight in focus
Revolver love-hate, pistol jealousy & forgiveness of sins of divinity’s DNA fuss.

So, the artist and the master aren’t responsible for the product of their efforts
They have been moved by the unmoved mover, creator of things themselves
As one peers deep into the center of the nucleus, nothing appears obvious, me
Other than that conscious maintenance of my center of conscious, woke psyche.

I will find the way to takes a Slow ride because it’s the only ride I am ever takin’

Chased the runners I could never beat in a race, in a dash or a marathon, slow
In the mood or not, when the rhythm is right, you gotta shoot for the starlightin’
Slow ride will get it done, slowed down, focused & beatin’ the backbeat’s skin.

Cymbals and drums hammered the beatniks and the hippies into chewing bums
Blackjack, Juicy Fruit, Doublemint, Wrigley’s Spearmint & sugar that eats gums
Predict that your teeth will rot & fall out because of your eats, before you zigzag
Inhaling the spit of the masticating organ, choking salivation into a coffin’s jag.

Mocking my positive thoughts about being happy forever or every now and then
Happiness has been gone for so long since all my Love’s been lost in the holy Zen
Marginal gods created the good, bad & ugly, co-created bones, you get the gist?

Of being alive, being human, being a mortal, soon to be a corpse, gimme a kiss!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi June XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crushed out of the internet while jammin’ to @BozSkaggs #LoanMeADime LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?