Getting into the middle of the circle, the square, the triangle or any obtuse angle of Mind Inside where words don’t apply, it’s an awareness that you’re here & now, ain’t dead yet Although, any moment today or tomorrow although it wasn’t yesterday’s pitch black hole Not only do I want to survive Death, but I’ve been programmed to expect a kick in my soul.
No savior for me or for you even though you desire this One with all of your heart’s blood On deck with all the hands you need to power the unmoved mover, carrying aircraft might Are you both here and now but also aware of the pending doom in an ultraviolet stoplight Punks born from spoiled brats & had no moral compass, spread out, The Arc’s great flood.
I am not the public’s enemy but the enemy of the public never likes folks like gangster tools Contents of the massive, fertile mind just outside of Earth’s atmosphere, well, there’s fools No obligation of things that don’t think, Nothing is responsible for a divinely caused whore Used to ante up and bet the raise or call the bluff, gold & silver at the center grocery store.
Now then, getting over the mystified leap of faith that you’re gonna run out of Time in Space As the Earth’s dirt and rock support the blood running, water running & political loss of face That’s all below the empty void around this planet and everything we know about Ink Blots Outside of Earth’s atmosphere, Nothing identifies itself to astronauts & astral camera shots.
It’s a critical condition to be in a helicopter that runs smack into another in a mid-air stunt But it may not be worse than dying without knowing if your Ego survives the flower blunt Superlative Ego & Id in charge of the funk you’ve immersed within, a doctor would, a PhD Not a surgeon or a psychiatrist, just being all too human is more than enough, Godseye’s Z.
Offending your defense prior to your retaliation with your own inferior offense, boomer No accident to be named ‘sound’ of One final noise the animals will hear, soul collector Sonic boom out of nowhere means something broke the speed of sound barrier above Look out below a separated air pocket as it repatriates to its previous boom boom love.
Formed shape, cosmic, atomic matter of H2O & heavy metals, wavelength low abstract This is the one and the same thing as it’s always bee\n & it always will be, a Life’s Facts Harmony in the end on the way through the unintended chaos, bareback ridin’ a mule Roadies on tour, stage hands, the ends justify the means, explode & make us the fool.
Spy on your friends, family and everybody else, that will give you the lowdown on it No more time left in Space once your last gasp blows away into the great lake’s spirit You may have moved to and fro since the first suck of air inside of St. Ann’s maternity Decades of months, 740 or more months, maybe less, I’ve lost some time to destiny.
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r j jstephan, i
c. Lundi, August VIIth 2023 Anno Domini @ 8:45 PMPST { Jacked out of the matrix while jammin’ to @JohnCougar #AintThatAmerica https://youtu.be/jJKF14y6JqA } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
SERIOUS AS INDULGED IN A FISTFULL OF BLUES,
VACUUMED UP THE SPILT JOY
Inside of the choreography, infinity copies the successful failures at entertainment of the Super Id & Ego It ain’t my fault that Eagles evolved to fly high above the flops and fishing failures, males & females sink When the feathers are soaked and wet from the bloody, broken hearts that flew away with divine doom Just a hawk among eagles is all you will ever get in the here & now & the then & there in a smokey room.
Pivoted, refused to take steps, refused to walk with the ball before I passed or shot in a holy orange hoop Scored and won the game without a triple overtime, it was all One & done, the All of It was in the Loop Downtown below the elevated train, ‘L’ like my grandfather, father & brother were all, AL, AI fire mobs Pains to distract you from the feeling of suffering without a remedy to end it’s hold upon the nerve fobs.
Besides what you can’t see there’s the things you see but didn’t see coming, ahead or behind your aster Complicated star, examined function of all human beings’ nature of being all together, I’m all, too human As I assume you are also, one and the same species, sister, brother from another blessed virgin mother Doing everything for another instead of the selfish hoarder who trusts no boy or girl, no man or woman.
Causes coming without any previous existence anywhere in the entire cosmic universe, here & now Gone viral in the metauniverse, unreal yet more reality than the monkeys and any naked apes’ blow From the leaves they chew on & feed to the kin, other flowers and roots and fruits added dead meat Eaten right off of the dirty ground, sidewalk cement or asphalt blacktop, all good for the Ends of Sheet.
Chocolate milk, chocolate thai-tea of wonderful farmers of precious seeds of alien gods who whistle Idiots and morons with the perks of the scientists and geniuses of the civilized world’s Ending comin’ Bleeding out the best we can until the Medicine Man turns up the Blues to a high volume of doses Smokin’ the signals higher than the stratosphere between the stars and the moon, her red roses.
Pigs ain’t flyin’ higher than the ground of being, in the mud, blood & beer leftover out busted kegs Giving in, it’s a given when you always give and break down your own finite supply, hits purple legs Beautiful strings of theories nobody proves without a reasonable doubt, rich girls in my world, wide Down deep where God loses the nerve to enter the Singularity, All of the Gods, where they All died.
Everybody wins the game if you’re all in, you lose only if you’re all out, gotta play, Man’s DNA’s dead Caput, know what that means, you don’t have to be rich to be my girl, just want your thin silver dime Fear death as you fear being conceived inside your mother’s Fallopian tubes, you mitotically divided Moving, animating Showtime, unknown in deep, unconscious sleep, dreamin’ cold, darkly nighttime.
Nothing to hide right there in plain sight, in ear shot, psychic feeling, kick in the spinal chord’s cold tap Freaks look like each other in the petri dish of viral & bacterial life, form of DNA/RNA meiosis & mitosis Rich or poor doesn’t matter one way or another, you’re here & now & some day you won’t be, be happy You came for a minute longer than millions of other microscopic gametes & egg-code, I need a gin fizz.
Riding around the lake in my boat, sittin’ on a hundred mill so I paid cash on the barrel, a silver bullet Forensic examination of faked clues and evidence persuade my judgement beyond a reasonable doubt Guilt can be for certain if & only if you’re watching as God would do, omniscient of everything, the shyt Not only but also, never drawing the line between present subject, distant object & solidified predicate.
Liberty between Yin and Yang, the Netherworld monopolizes that property of Freedom, Nothing is free Things think and this is where we wind up, in a conundrum without a solution to rectify recorded history Who drafted the laws, the rules, who broke it all down & recommended capitol punishment of the soul Born to be wild, can’t be that way, culture & borders to rectify the creator’s error, we ARE the Black Hole.
You deaf or blind, hard of hearing or stoned darkness without sunlight or incandescent or hot fire lights Comin’ in loud & clear 24 hours every spin in a wobble twirl, vibrational sequence of bass player’s tights Bygones are forever long gone, I was disappointed, I’m tellin’ you now, it will never matter ever, she’s ice Forms, shapes, beats, rhythm & rhymes you can spare on dimes in a dice game, 7’s , 11’s or snake’s eyes.
My dimes are all loaned out and it appears the tap has been dry for a while, nobody’s payin’ it forward I’m not getting’ anything at all back, nothing I’m asking for, repayment like the mob of Capone, oh lord Untouchables, Tommy guns, revolvers, lugers & two-barrel, pump or single shot gun or .270 Remington Babies and their mamas lived without some of the papas, long gone in a quest for one thin dime, son.
Tears, lookin’ pink as if beginning the internal bleed, coagulating in the tear ducts, scabs, mitochondria 20/20 eyesight without modified lens focus, gift from God who didn’t allow TV radiation into eyes, duh Well, missed it by “That Much” & there’s no turning back, you’ve got the power to overcome the hurtle We all do, some of us lose the blind faith necessary for success, against all odds, hare loses, ask a turtle.
Babies grow & die in days or years more or less, accidental moments in a dot matrix we find within by 7 Some a little later & some never actually become enlightened about the nature of the game of Life’s sin Being here and now, someone making a command, a rule that I’m responsible for the ancestral heaven Hades’ deep First Cause of Astrophysics, epic Singularity point, I am well, hung, I’m the sun, star fadin’.
Plums fell off of the tree before their time, still needed to ripen on the vine like the rest of the red wine White wine grapes get the proper time in Space and the space between everything that’s alive, it’s fine Like it’s always been since the inception of the Big Bang or another infinite Cause of special effects Not only because there is no other way to be but also because the Will to Power is strong as god sex.
Don’t shoot a brother when you & your cadre of gang bangers finally comprehend invisible secret code Been shreddin’ for a spell on a few axes, fenders, Stratocasters & treasures of past masters horses rode On tracks around in counterclockwise circles, pretending it’s normal to see which horse is faster than I Faster than an electron flippin’ around a neutron’s nucleus, hittin’ proton juice for solo flight when I die.
Perfect syncopation of Sorrow missing yo’ mama & papa, shattered dreams, baby shouts, woke protests Then you earn nothing, you trade your working wage for nothing, you’re not working, get nothing, see? Park cars in a downtown garage, shovel manure and pitch hay on a farm or ranch, play in a band or solo HELL, not afraid to die, charity’s left, oatmeal & hotdogs if you’re lucky, the saints all live down below.
by r j j stephan, i c. Dimanche, August 6th 2023 A.D. @ 333 PMPST
{ Treaded this out of the lowest echelon which you’ll ne’er reach, I’m there, .45 slugs Word-up, Jump the #PhuqBack, listenin’ to some nasty hits @ https://youtu.be/Rz-Ggj3IbFc }
PAINLESSNESS
IS ALL I EVER WANTED; THEREFORE, YOU MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE
Beginning right here at the end of Omega where wise men fear to go, I offer you a trap with no exit Entrance you came through at conception and birth to retrieve this factoid is closed now, forever It Referred to as the Origin, the God who created the matter, the atoms, the history of civilization jazz As above, so below the thing itself disintegrates without a trace, nobody plays on the razz ma tazz.
Flights above the stratosphere into what the land lovers call the heavens, that’s where Love resides Where nothing else is, nothing else can come to or go from this everything in the cosmos, God hides In & out burgers eaten with vigor and a hope to have another, animal style with the grilled dirt bulbs What it always will be is what it’s always been, the present for a second, a moment of unholy selves.
Perfect only when One and once mitotically divided, Time begins the disintegration of Space Void Always near the end of the beginning because there are only two ways to be, origin of the android Adam’s Evening, stars in this rerun movie, far away from our own star, The Sun, pathological high It Out of any control of the Will to Power, out of control unto annihilation of a dream within a dream.
If & only if this conditional is absolutely true, it’s impossible to posit bogus premises, Truth be told No regrets for passed over actions that could have occurred due to the interdiction of my free will Let bygones be bygones and let the chips fall where they may, in the pot where the house wins it all Maybe not every game but the game that counts at the end, that’s the House specialty, kick the ball.
Goals, points, scores of touchdowns and the wins and losses of the games, all ending agony of defeat Last throw, last kick, last hit, last slapshot, no more passing the pea, game over when subs hit the floor Wasting time passing, shooting & sucking wind to show that you earned your paycheck, warmin’ pines Knowledge & wisdom come to future coaches who warmed benches, whistles sucked wind, paid fines!
Bunch of terror-stricken families of the players who can’t catch a break, wannabees who will never be Stars upon the pine wood floors shining their shadows into the respect of unknown lovers of she & he Paying fans, working for cash to pay the entertainers for their attitudes and gratitude for playing games Getting high up without blood or tears, just max sweat like a human waterfall, Gatorade Hall of fame.
Peers visit the deadmen and headwomen knowing they’ll be following in an unknown future moment Policies and procedures will not interfere when there’s no air to blow the holy soul’s indebted payment Golden silver certificates pretending that tree pulp or rock dirt means you owe me or I owe you a debt Something’s got to give, everything implodes into a Singularity’s reversal of evolution, tete a tete is set.
Now, it’s too late to reverse the course & become the human that’s just all too human, it’s curtains The final curtain is coming down and the actors in the play can’t see the End, oblivious to the Sins Disobedience of the laws & rules, the commands given by the Unknown, author of this sin-a dome Written on rock, in stone with the lightening’s thunderbolts, unseen UFO UAP’s mere phenomena.
Check off the gruesome and the incredible from the list, we have death & the unbelievable to deal At the games with players who don’t know this is a game being played, they’re being played for real It’s not a mean trick by an evil genius, it’s just the way it is, that’s all & there’s nothing more to glean What I am, what you are & everybody else is can be nothing more, hear no evil, I invented, ‘Mean!’ by r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, August 5th 2023 AD @ 1111 AMPST { Cracked this out the #GrooveTube this AM while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
