Silver bells and golden chains ringing and banging at the dawn of heaven and Earth, for me & for you What I know is nothing more than I’m alive & I’m gonna die but I don’t know why, I rejected saviors too Nobody dead is gonna save me from my death, I don’t know about you, maybe you’re specially created By the power that is Oneness in the middle of multiplicity, dreaming that you’re awake in the shebang.
Height and weight matters to the skull and bones that carry your load from here to there, whatever it is It can’t be something that will ever happen again in my lifetime, not for me to know or to see all of this Hate and love are the result of this Big Bang, the original G wandering in the middle of the Void’s nucleus Right there in the middle of the bullseye, it’s all happening for the good of being an all too human fuss.
My oh my, the black swans are flyin’ in for the mating season, there’s a conflict with the comprehension On the one hand there’s absolutely Nothing at all in the universe other than human beings, sons of gods We’re let off here for a timely stop that pretends eternity is temporary yet it’s the final mark of the beast Beast being what I am, what you are, what we all are, beasts of burden, carrying the dancing dream fest.
Only you know & I know, everyone else is out of the loop, downtown to the westside, angels fear to go On an ‘L’ train or a subway, the CTA, the taxicabs, the rentals & the POVs roll the people in a big show All it is to be or not to be at One with the invisible, ignorant light burning ur sun-star’s atoms, I’m a fan Up unto and including the Black Hole & Singularity which theoretically exist in the minds of the human.
Walk after you scoot & crawl, getting up on two feet for a stumble upon two, four, six or eight leg whacks On the perfect cement sidewalks, asphalt streets, boulevards & avenues lining the brick houses of Wax Here’s the trick, four eyes wide open, scan a wavelength’s spectrum for frequencies, aliens of tricky Dicks Now, over there & then, past or future, time ain’t on my side, it’s got no side, Time is tight, all 24/7 ticks.
Finale just like the moody blues’ leftovers, I will to be & boom, I am, I will not to be, can’t be plural, uno Where I’ll be is wherever I may have been during my mom’s labor conception, time for a wet coitus, son Pedal to the metal & two balls to the wall, I’ll win the race I didn’t know I was in Hell, down with the fool Finale begone, keep it up for infinity, you’ve got Nothing better to do, Nothing, you will know what to do.
Support the weak with strength, let the good times roll, all night long up & down the bowling strikes 12 Ending a malfunction, no blind faith to share with natives of islands, or stuck on shore for this Shelf It is the spirit of spinning Earth’s sand shelf puts us in the third eye blind controversy below & above Yet it’s not unusual to recollect the last time in olden dazed showers, heyday’s pseudo-science ala love.
Hot and cold flashes to fill your waking life with the focus on pain, suffering, the end of the nine lives That is the craziest thing about it all, you don’t know what you think you know, I believe in bar dives To be there in a hurry with a dollar in my wallet and pure gold in the kit-n-caboodle, then I die in sleep Darkness in caves that ran out of star light from the day’s & night’s respective climax, pretty girls’ faces.
She’s got no money, but she is so cute, I think I got lucky with my early life’s sacrifice and holy scat Down with the speech, the Georgia peaches are the only ones my buddy in Florida can be in that Full fools, working out with the cheap wine and knock-off brews, highlights are in my deep sleep On my pillow’s satin casing, moving when I’m at rest, you will get what you get if it’s in the sheep.
They won’t let you die but you will regardless of your wish for a long, healthy life without a tide Of waves movin’ in for a surf of waves unseen in SoCal, off of Malibu way up to Big Sur’s slide Of rocks and sand rollin’ off of the coast property, conquering the soil and innocent fauna to eat Nimble and pivoting is easier than once thought, maybe twice or three times twelve, mega feat.
Terror & horror in a thimble, smoke screen out in front or in back, scream in a microphone’s fur It’s hilarious and hella good, it’s hilafarious or something like that there, this here ain’t no disco Time is moving second by second, minute by doobie brothers minute, super fine in spunk utero Sixty times six equals the product, the force of one mind’s intent to materialize the will to power.
Military soldiers, marines, sailors & flyboyz will end the beginning of the inferior force rising up Whipsaw the things in front of your eyes and drop in for a spell, sip the witch’s brew in a big cup Deterrence works, you think you got magic but you don’t, yet you think you do, lies inside of chit Your blind faith in leaders will get you killed; you know that right? Oh, you forget easily about it.
Here is the scourge, terror is a part of species extinction, scare the eggs out of being conceived Then the panspermia doesn’t have an effect, scare the scat out of the young & continue the dead Every byte of data within this Cosmos will be destroyed and deleted without retrieval possibility In & out of the hamburger joint, animal style double-double & A.S. fries, chocolate shake for me.
Blown jobs between us all, there is a Will, then there’s a Way, Force of intent moves the male son It builds DNA from within the invisible matrix, the exact code is not too human but a bit apelike too To know you have to be first or last, but you must immerse your psychoanalysis notwithstanding It Family is forever through this form of quality comm, understanding incomprehensible Revolution.
Civilian or military in a cultured society all put their shoes on the same way, every day one at a time Weapon of choice is my Word, although you’re intelligent, won’t see it comin’ in stealth on a dime Her needs are my desire, I have no other reason to be present here and now, it’s been fun, that’s all Keepin’ it lit, blunts burn, the mind blows, you’re in and you’re out, Magic of Adam & Eve, Fall! BY r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, BLOWVEMBER Xth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST { Jack’d this up while listenin’ to some @VietNamWar Rock songs from 1969-1973 link @ https://youtu.be/sDcRCHXQ9gs?si=C2KAZIkYNiz_Omme & a #Frontline Viet Nam Special link @ https://t.co/7V1ww51sl7@Armstrong_GettyRadio on @650kste link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
Fifteen years more from day one to the day before the last day when you huff one last breath
How do you feel when you realize the idiots and morons you're related to by way of dead gods
Reason for Reason and steps in my elderly groove, words are up, keep down the food pea pods
My world got lifted up from the bottom of my heart to the stretch of my rubber soul's megadeath.
Underneath the moon or over and out of it, here and now is the tie around your turkey neck stud
By and by, where we're headed, nobody's comin' back with any warnings or illuminationary cud
Full or even half full is better than nothing at all, believe me, take my word for it, it's a dream too
One inside dreams forgot about all the facts of life, papa never warned you about turning so blue.
Outerspace, inter-spatial time warps into the Singularity of the Black Hole's cosmic slop of RA
Son, it's the sun, the thing itself we can't do without because it's all there is, solar system gods
Planets named after their invisible rocks that roll around the elliptical, Peking, Moscow to L.A
Features of the future are invisible before they manifest from the matrix, keep hoping' hot-rods!
Strumming the streaming from the cyberspace of a plug into the wall's auto battery, it's a fad
Passing in the night with honkies and no-count misguiders who muff up the whole shebang
Barrels of boogie and woogie playin' for the fools upon the hills, up above the sea of the bad
And the good and ugly follow, because God is, was & always will be the source of the evil life.
Given to the created jinns for their tricks of smoke and mirrors filling the room with Awesome
As above, so it is below, talking the mountain tops to the core of the center, hot balls of sparks
Fired up on the sentient ones, filling the coffers up with the grace and indulgences of the Dumb
You ain't takin' anything with you, forget about it, enjoy the momentary lapse of Reason's sum.
Take time to animate skulls & bones, make certain all ducks are in a row before Jack Daniels' shots
Firewater in a bottle, you lose your compass' northern point, fall down, pass out on your ill robots
Sickness in health, marriage vows of your mother and father and their faith in the unknown herds
Innocent babies you have no idea, scientists, artists and clergy of political pundit grandmothers.
Forever came and went without me even knowing it was here at all, I jest with you, I am a drip
Of water or blood, it makes no difference in those different forms of life, we are here on a trip
If and when you come around to opening your eyes, your eyes will be blinded by lights so fine
Misguided little girls and baby boys lookin' like they know it all, when knowing means, divine.
Angels sing but nobody hears the song, it's a silence and a fool's errand to remain the same man
As the one you were before you got conceived in the middle of nowhere, neither here nor there
Souls are the animation, without the sparks and charge of the climax, it all would go extinct, dig?
You know it, sayin' stay #Woke, you'll choke your last gasp, eyes wide open in the nick of time.
Sorry was a game I played as a child but was never sorry at all, things needed to be done, It Is Done!
Now and then you get another shot, another chance at the contemplation of your mom's belly button
The money is on me, favors me to Win, Place & Show the reason for the human race, to wind it down
Cause of the world's end, systematic missile annihilation, all 7 continents and their sandy, grey shores.
Ran into you once, you didn't know it was me, you said, "Hi, how you doin'?" I said, "Fine & you?"
There and then we became linked and didn't know it for sure, the smile made it clear you had the blues
Ready to roll 'em away at the first dawn of light, before being blinded lookin' directly into the solarity
Now it is then, like it or not, no tomorrow like today, Rise & Shine, non-believers can never, ever see.
Tweeting birds signing over the day to the ones who hear the message, like it or not, it's so pretty
Every day and every year passes in a #240 way, double speed like the Rolling Stones' little ditty
Satisfaction about living and dying here and now, that's a treat worth exploring for the young heart
Finding stones rolling for it, action of heaven & hell move the boys and girls to act, so they phart.
Breeze slammin' into my head, I know it won't be long now, before the pearly gates slam shut on me
A bad boy I was and I liked it that way, around midnight I changed once I laid down to bed to sleep
Haven't slept much in two days, lights on all night long, pullin' out of the syndrome in my CJ5 jeep
Ready to roll, upon dirty rocks and dumps of garbage, plastic, paper, tin, aluminum jars are cheap.
Over and out from the beginning, radio silence on the promenade, imagination sparked the gods
Where is all the manuscripts of written language of night sleepers who go to to a quilt covered
Time and Space ain't on my side, I'm a passenger on this remote view of humanity's wet dream
Comin' above & below, divine DNA immortal code, testes to ovaries, come-back cyber-stream.
Era of stupid & dumb progeny taught by instructors who misunderstood socialist school lessons
Who comes before me as if I'm the king of kings, everyone of the cells inside of my body loins
Fear is the high you need to survive, without it you'll be snatched out your perch above the fold
Alerted by a yellow light, stopped on the red light, gone in sixty seconds on the run at the green.
Seized the means of production, in order for the species to enter extinction, they ate themselves
On bread or wine in the chalice of holy cannibalism, eat the savior, be saved from the shelves
Pop pills, swill booze, on the way into unconsciousness' fray, no fear, it is One's Void terminal
Silence ringing a bell, it tolls for me, trolls disregarded calls of the dead, my world is all gone.
My baby wouldn't let me take her back again, she went off with the milkman we didn't have one
Anyways, make no if's, and's or but's about it, you want 1/2 of my money or more, it's all yours
Once upon a time I's a driftin' like a ship out on the blue seas, you tugged me into harbor, gypsy
Everybody & their mama knows I'm here, hoochie coochie, one of the many, black cat, I am One.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Blovember 9th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
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In one way or another, time flies through your consciousness with invisible wings, it’s a mystical tick
I drink the fruit of the vines that grow from the magnetic depths of earthly wisdom, invisible schtick My father in heaven said to remain humble with your high knowledge of arts, communion with doom Manna from heaven & wine before learning the martial arts allowing no offense in defense, too soon?
Dead Sea where nothing can be alive and nothing can be fished to be eaten, originally used, never new Evil is Live spelled backward in a gibberish mouth of sounds in the guts, the poor abused epiglottis cue Sacred, naked apes with more or less, one full share of ignorance & negative survival skills, breathe in Look at the big boulder, the big rock, an unmoved mover that used to be underwater, bone, dead skin.
No sound, no word left over once your & my final gasp of air is removed from our masked-up sur-face I thought I existed for a reason yet, I had no choice, the alternative was unacceptable, leather & lace All the above to coverup the hairless skin below the neck, except for the visual signal of the dead cells It’s the hair, the beatniks & hot hippies not to mention coded secrets of the Magi, oral Valhalla hells.
Calling ‘gospel’ the ‘good news’ means nothing at all, it’s OK but it’s not good, there’s terror ahead, ID With or without you & I here and now, no longer present in the future, the dirt of the planet will settle Collapsed into the black hole with our Sun, that father of the chosen and unchosen, y’all will soon see Even while you’re in search of the miraculous, we’re effect of the First Cause of the scat, a black kettle.
Punks are the empty suits absent of actual intelligence, macro ethic/moral judges, all too human, man Quoting the words of the dead men and women who could not write words nor post them, no offense Existence isn’t all about spiders and snakes but the world’s web, data captured in an empty, black span Philosophy & Blind Faith In Nothing, a divine human becoming ready for recollection of the dead Ends.
Puns mean something more than what is said, literally, it’s a figurative reference to a fake appearance Of blood, bones, DNA code of either an accidental or intentional nature, all of the above and all below Contents of our memory, all our decisions to believe in incredible abstractions of this gentle river flow All of it is learned, innocently believed as if the meaning of words is the Truth about our true essence.
Criminal songs steal souls presented to the low IQ group, nearly everyone with a security number too Not so social, more like barbarian ways to go, if you look inside the building & analyze under the hood Mechanical and electrical in the cause and effect of this planet’s resource gas, water and stones’ blue Virus, light of the world’s darkness, you’ll be One with Ai begging for the immortality of undead blood.
Blind light, lamb chops, kill the monkey, slaughter the sheep, sinners are imbeciles, eat, drink & raid Drink your blood down the hatch, finish up your diatribe in due haste, it’s going to be a gig hit parade Mighty mice and wonderous gods peculiar to invective horror, fictional mental fluctuation I can’t see Philosophical texts, dead sea scrolls, 52 texts + or – for nuns to abstract occult forces, Secret Truth, Ali.
Barter for your favorite way to leave your party’s world & there’s nothing you can trade, burnt in hell Bars and hospitals take care of the things that walk & run around in circles, mortal dead of the sickle Christ sakes, divine raid of the spaces between things, planets, stars, subatomic cells of Earth’s bugs Wet blood, wasted, rock hard continental shelves mixing cults’ scribbled history of priests or thugs.
You cannot collect the gold or the lead to transmutate the valuable remnant of the Big Bang’s blow Gravitational collapse down into the inverted, spaceless atomic matter that a nucleus is, a hard sell Blown god, a job worth the massive effulgence of the force, like a protuberance of a sun spot flow What I am, what you are, what it is, somebody tell me when you find out, ring my cracked-up bell.
Above or below Earth’s axis, hungry lions kill you for cat fun, Earth’s graves are Gravity, we’re insane On absence of gravity for long periods of time cause an atrophy of the nuclear waste down the drain Inside your dark hole without any light, in freezing cold, stone walls, you can’t die, none of us can do Dead & gone, memory faded into the Void, your dreams are ghosts of fools, you’re a clone you fool!
Last gasp of air for all, just like the first one, it’s amazing, it’s incredible that we’ve got a chance to live Like gods of the universe, we tread with fortune or dread for the pain and suffering of the martyr guys Buddies have nobody left alive, buddies no more to anyone anywhere at any time in the future of jive Dug down deeply into the surface that led to the core created by the original gangster, Tiny White lies.
Purpose of the people and the porpoises, the cetacean moving the H2O around in a circular jerk of god Neptune, Zeus, Ra or whatever denominational invisible ghost prescribed the whole shebang of a load It all comes down to Reality, fronting your twitter account tweets, it’s now the “X” of a cool cyberhero Honkytonk ladies, women, all too human, honkin’ horns & screamin’ up 10th Avenue’s freezeout blow.
Wild horses or tame mares & colts comin’ of age, just like little Susie, the queen of underground scene Dead flowers on my grave, let me thank you all in advance but I ain’t down there where you’ll be seen Up above this holy atmosphere where dead flowers can’t lie upon my burnt out star dirt, oh Big Bang As above, so below, that’s all I know, nothing more than a dozen LSD flashbacks, a tinker bell tolls ding.
All-purposed conception is love and an accidental collision of two parties, strangers roam in night’s air Blood cannot be spilled or drunk by the woeful and utter ignoramuses incorporated, the genome there Virgins and the pods laid out in the open air, dreams inside of the dream of the corporate co-producer There is this artifact dug out of the star dirt, words for your edification to satisfy your curious activator.
Win, lose or draw are the outcomes that never really mattered at all, ever, now or then, before or after This whole shebang of reality itself reeks of a trick being played on us by a joker that hides in plain site In the crosshairs when we look into the mirrors on our four walls in every ghetto mansion on the block Gimme back my bullets, you won, you lost, you were right, I’m packing, locked & loaded your @Glock.
I’m not the man with a weapon, I am the weapon itself, the atomic fission and fusion of Time & Space Down here underground beneath the barefooted knuckleheads raising innocent food for a grim reaper Words loud & soft, signals of the happiness ahead of your sadness and disappointment, come on man Alive, we’re all gonna die as animals do, yet humans are Divinity’s Space/Time continuum’s big ol’ fan.
Pumped with the cash flow, the bloodline of the gold, silver and harsh blackness of a fake matrix cache Character created from a lump of nearly invisible DNA, random natural selection of animal magnetism History of precivilization and civilized worlds never meet due to the inability to articulate a head bash On yo’ mother’s grave wherever it is, yo’ father is so way gone, he’s circling back to a love-hate schism.
Perfect moron, perfect idiot sick of the mastication & ingestion of the fecal matter of the deeper Depot Bus or train from coast to coast, border to border, where I come from in the center hub of bad air blow Asymptomatic bandits ready to ride germ antiwarfare, surface to air’s underground, boot in the stirrup Failsafe measures, fractions of One, factoid’s theorem in a head-on collision with living bugs, Word UP!
You got your attention peaked to the summit where men fear to go, sans monks of Himalayan hot ice Business of the Cause & Effect meant to be the secret of your agitated mind, gift from wisemen is lice Bugs both on your body, inside your body, around your body, everywhere in every place in Outerspace When you die, body will eat itself, like it or not, with or without the help of a carnivore’s soulless face.
I don’t hope to explain the hysterical present & future of the metaphysics of future or past presented A strip of dirt that used to be under the ocean until a Red Sea parted with an earthquake shakin’ God Mythology comes AFTER humans become divine, just like you and your mama, you’re gonna get high As the mind ought to be, not down and depressed about the fact that your daddy help you get on by.
Wake the physique up or you’re gonna be a victim of circumstance while you wait for the end of Time Will to the power you can use to direct the actions of your world, our matter and form, all on a dime Work hard or never work at all, in every case, the final resolution to the mystery is caput, a silent pf-ft Vacuum the dust and refused lumps of clay and reformed dirty trash and garbage, jump off the ski lift.
You & I know it, we could say it out loud but that would begin the sweet motion of the ocean, enditer Reasonable yet irrational for no reason at all, possible mental breakdown due to stress and the horror Of being too human as parents, relatives, relationship friendships ‘tween strangers, yet all too human Ethical morality is a contingency debate between dweebs of the bell weather-vane, it’s a rooster, man.
Martyrs be damned in all annals of history books, #Woke Word, tome-incineration in a lit, dark cave Strengthen the herd, become extinct because friends think you’re takin’ up space, a woke Jesus’ rave Insight down with it, nobody without insight’s capable of comprehending a sliver of Truth, divine fun Or any other savior of mankind, it’s all the same when you stop letting air into your lungs, It is done.
Emotional reaction to being rescued when you’re homeless and as dark as the color of blacker seed Here & now your are, then suddenly you’re still here and now, as you’ve been forever, you’re freed One big or small thing, multiply times a million, a trillion or an infinite number of zeros after a One Punched the parking ticket, on the way into the traffic, driving the flying thing, my wings are so fun.
Name said loud or uttered in prayerful silence to your self that cannot be seen by you or anyone’s face Three acts in the play before the final one, the epilogue of the trip, from once upon a time’s end space Poking the bear will get your desired result, clawed to death, bitten for fun or just to kill some times in Fishing for nothing in the sea, from the top of the trees where the bananas grow wild for monkey skin.
Perfection less than zero more or less, a phantom regression, the origin of life, One’s amorphous fuss You got it, don’t lose it, it’s all you’re gonna get from a diatribe upon the nature of coitus interruptus Your fuel tank running on empty, fumes still move the thing itself ahead yet chugging to a termination Still at rest awaiting the things to come and fight me for my life, needing food to eat, my T-bone’s pain.
Poor pouring of what fills the garbage dumps of small & large cities, brown, yellow, white trash screw Leveled playing field for sporting events, friendly competition to achieve what’s forgotten stoned blue You die just like all the others you’ve seen come and go, some good, some bad & whole lot of the ugly In any case, a mirror image is in the lookin’ glass, ready to know, order to go, android as I am, the OIC.
Holding your feet to the fire, you died of COVid19 because you’re in a nursing home without bleaches Never clean or clear, never a place to be at The End of Times with or without you too, signs of crosses Names of fathers, sons & holy ghosts, pretender times of a place you’ll get to, paradise Ends’ beaches Snakes, spiders, worms, birds, sea serpents, dragons & mutant species of unearthly aliens, the bosses.
Telling us what to do & where to go when we ain’t ready, obedience or punishment with pains aplenty Source of wisdom where all brave men fear to go, to know this and to believe this, all too human scree To the highest mountaintop, embedded, lower part of a planet’s crust, midriff bulge y’all can bludgeon Urgent blood flow from head to toe with no cease-to-fire, movement of a One’s perpetual locomotion.
I am what you are, neither more nor less than that, the ones who’ve died will have company for us all What you are is what I am & what they are is what the living & the dead have always been, accidental Hairless ape-type bi-pedaling hominids that sleep at night, when the sun goes down, unless light hurts Then it’s up in the darkness, all night long for the fun, for the excitement, for the troubled Love spurts.
High & mighty but neither human nor divine, it’s more or less a thought, an idea of fearing boogeymen From a lightless do-Si-do & underlying darkness below a floating axis’ wobble, We are Where it’s All at Qualitative quantity before the living meet the dead in or out of a dream’s ultraviolet & infrared bull scat Animated, alive meat that no cannibal can eat, you are every species and all forms that appear Za Zen.
by
r j jstephan, i
c.Lundi, Blowvember VIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPS
{ Jacked this out of the Ether this AM before 10 AMPST while jammin' to the mighty @kste650 @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow out of @RanchoCordova, CA link on iHeartRadio @ https://kste.iheart.com/content/2023-11-05-human-skull-spotted-for-sale-in-halloween-section-of-florida-thrift-shop/ }
