IT AIN'T RED UNTIL OXYGEN CONQUERS THE PURPLE #SATCH #CHURCH #YoJackLowJack

ITS THING IS TO PLAY YOUR HEART’S STEEL STRINGS

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.

by

r j j stephan, 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.?

Seventh harmonies and a trilogy of universes beyond this little bitty one...

ITS THING IS TO PLAY YOUR HEART’S STEEL STRINGS

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.

by

 r j j  stephan, 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.?

#JackDaniels #180Proof #BlackLabel

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.

Polls? Which polls give the majority opinion as the most vile of word flambés e’er invented by A Man
From the alpha to the omega, each individual & the whole shebang, will disintegrate in One Singularity
There’s no free choice, no rationality, there’s no reason, no rhyme, just pure TNT dynamite nitro blow
Headlights and taillights up & down the turnpikes and interstates over to highways for a trucker’s tow.

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.

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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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?