GODS DOWN, GET DOWN WITH IT #BillyJoel #TheLoneRanger #MSG

ARRESTED & CANCELLED ET AL

In the original sinning being’s heart and soul, even God knows who’s responsible or not
Nothing that becomes anything from a Big Bang should fall on the sword, surf the Big Sur
Below the dent in the golden state’s red crust atop of The San Andreas Fault, it ain’t mine
Filling up the tank with the fuel to burn the miles from the rotund rubber spinnin’ so fine.

I’m alert, you’re alert, we’re all alert now and it’s been touch & go in the past, nevermore
Eyes & ears wide open to fetch the intent of a will to power, as above, so below evermore
Ennui caused by the special interest in the creation of Matter from atomic, cosmic soup
As if you could deduce Truth from an uncertainty principle, whatever in a Chicago Loop.

Uptown girls went downtown to shop for stylish clothes, I supported that five will git ya ten
Written words spoken either in silent internal thought or read out loud in a lion’s dream den
Why, how & who has a need to know for fight or flight defense, missile button push Starwar
So, you animate dead matter by eating it & transforming the fecal matter into a raw Power.

How many times will this minute appear on my personal time line, once is the answer, yes
Forest is a word signifying a collection of plants, alive between oceans & deserts, tip a fez
If & only if you’re alive then you’re going to die for certain, macabre but true, it’s thrown up
Look deeply through the eyes to the soul, it’s not there reflecting an image back into warp.

Pawns got the queen in check but the fact is, a stalemate won’t win the match, a kiss will
There is a small window of opportunity to score and if you snooze, y’all will lose it all until
Police and the management of the 24/7/365 coverage of the maladjusted denizens of love
Pretending teenagers grew up into adults who fail to communicate the absurdity all above.

Mothers & fathers usually die before the boys and girls they created to live a few years ago
Idiots are intelligent, stupid people, my parents had none, fortunately others got it all Prego
For my tiny wheelhouse where I run the dozens on the mamas who wear two combat boots
To not be here and now is like it was before my conception in back of a womb, it’s life afoot.

Apelike-classy it is when you have no hair on your body except for head & grundle
Naked without clothes, 2 wishes I’ve wished came true, that was two, got another
Light witches oversee the whole shebang, although nobody knows, the intel is a tool
Discovered undercover, I am in cahoots with powers that be, not you & not me, fool.

Brooms to sweep the dust clear of the entrance & exit, the clarity of the cosign is neon
On and off as the gas within the tube of a written OPEN sign gets hot & cools the boron
Immortal & invincible, that’s what a zero is, before it’s up to minus, ranneth over my cup
Divided and conquered all of the fallen angels, repaired the Evil, turned Live, WORD up.

Here and now, we’re in the diminished sevenths, buried to the Earth’s core, it’s so hot
Crisp results in crumbled ash, unidentified grounded atoms, it’s the crack of a gunshot
Snaps your conscious mind into alertness, ready for the fight or flight, on to a bye & bye
She got caught, I caught the Katy and the rest is history, I slid into home, spikes high fly.

Doubt me because I’m lying to you, telling you the truth about the reason humans exist
Negative and positive as charges can be, electrons & protons splitting up the neutron fist
Hydrogen, one electron, one proton, one neutron & scored an “A” on the semi-final exam
Degree PhD, Master & Baccalaureate duplication of wisdom’s fluke, dead, I am what I am.

Bunk beds graduated on that rear porch with windows too high above ground to jump out
Front and back doors locked up & there is no way to enter or depart, just twist and shout
Devising nonsense to fill the empty space and time with a plethora of synthetic bull scat
Know Truth, know the False, know the Lies, tell everyone what they want to hear, I’m FAT!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, March IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BillyJoel #HITS LINK @MadisonSquareGarden https://youtu.be/JQlkUXlxTBc?si=Wmulxp-FIOrvUoSi }

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

THREE (3) THREE (3) MMXXIV Anno Domini #TresAmigos #DespairAsStruggleToNirvanaEntry #KarlGustavJung #FreeMason #NotPerry

   S Y M B O L I S M & circumambulation

PERO GRANDE & NOVATRESE, KNOCKIN’ BOOTS, LIPS LOCKIN'

Above & below as well as in one Form or another, Matter's atoms, an all-too-human-god oath

 There it is right there in your own possession, in your hand's fingers, you're a champion sloth
Being the only thing that there is forever in imaginary Time without an ending, a Love bubble
Meta-physician's scientist mixed divine sperm with one all too human egg, test tube in trouble.

I really have no ideas of my own, every single inkling being a model without a blueprint RNA
Soft or hard liquor inebriates all of egg daughters who bore a son & father of Goddess’ DNA
Punks who inhabit the crust of the planet Earth seem in charge of sword, knife & ordinance
Marking word salads with initials of you & I, line in Hawaiian sand drawn, touchdown spiral.

Prolate spheroid thrown by passing or launched by kicking or bouncing this way & that path
From an original human being and WTF ever preceded the existences of Life, anima & fauna
Big Bang’s small squirt in the darkness, as one or the other, ain’t no alternative to The Word
Mad at the disobedient creation for failure programmed into a code, error of a simple nerd.

You funkified the fresh water in lakes and rivers full of rain drops never falling on high heads
Of plantation, concrete & steel civilization, there is one thing left for victims’ circumstance
To be or not to be, some Francis saint can download that program for you, I cannot, it’s cool
Oblate spheroid #Wasp121B is hot, if Earth gets closer to Venus, we’ll oblate spheroid too.

Dancin’ on my second floor without my permission, high heeled shoes makin’ spike noises
Drank a few beers, you had a few Margaritas, a bit more Tequilla than I can handle ala poise
It was the red dress honey, your knees exposed, ankles twistin’ the night away, I’m all in too
Invisible like I like it when I’m unseen to the ones who’ll ne’er know what the ghost is blue.

You, you & you come over here right now, obedience pays off in the end, you in charge fool
Letters you sent to me all got in the top drawer with my #1’s, then you died & left me behind
Wondered what the hell that was all about, the visit from the angel out of nowhere I can find
Looked over here, over there & everywhere else I could git git from in five or six senses’ cool.

By the by, form the B’s and the C’s with the A’s of the deep, dark black holes you don’t see
They keep comin’ past me just like they should, it’s a somnambulism after all is said & done
Full philosophers de-greed in the herb of the hominid, seeds sprout into the higher grounds
By my side, in my bag, my pipe and the peace smoke of the blues and greys of UFO allstars.

Brought the finish line closer to my frets to my rhythm and rhyme coincided with rocks
Hard or soft as my skull’s cap, a cover for the intimate, infinite matter of a city’s blocks
Made men & hot women raised corn, on knowledge & wisdom of philosopher chagrin
Only you know & only I know the answers to the Time we see pass, empty Space I’m in.

Princesses and queens let the dogs out of the pent-up cages, now it’s broken loose, fool
Mercy, know what, ain’t got to say a word or reiterate arguments, medicine’s conclusion
Faith in the unknown is faith no more, worship our air & water, That Is All There Is, amiga
Now after sunrise on the way to sunset, ad infinitum for all viral bacteria, sit TF down son.

Pierce through this impenetrable wood, that’s too hard for you but the fire will turn its ash
Into the rest of the peace, under the star dirt that fills the living with the itch of the red rash
Underneath skin, in every corpuscle & muscle down to the middle of the spine’s holy bone
Mama I called her, papa I called him, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2, got numbers,1’s & 0’s on my iPhone.

Afterall is said & done, here you float about in thin air without a care for finite triviality fun
Disappear into the frost, kill the wakeful wokeness with your bare hands, two finger punch
Tequilla or Margarita to kill the worm’s decay, all of the smells & tastes I heard & felt I saw
In everything from dirt to the stratosphere, all in between living and dead, my God is Raw!

As I sleep in bed, undercovers yet naked to the world, can’t see the worm on the bottom
Lying to me works every time, I don’t believe there’s a reason to lie when the truth begets
Everything you need and want, every day and every night, no fear of ever having to Want
Last Call, boots knockin’ under the sun sparkling the meaning of Life, Bird & Bees can’t!

Birds, worms, all in between the core and stratosphere, look around, come on man, God
No need, no want, it’s all here and now, everything you need to be alive, happy, yet so sad
RIPs to angel before you know it, you’re all gone, no-no Hehl's bells ring to cover it all up
Ashes to ash & cosmic dust to the last cut of the Thing itself, bravo supernova, A Full Cup!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-3-2024 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST
{ Sugar-stirrin’ while jammin’ to #KnockinBoots by @LukeBryan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4WWkBC4MVz0?si=pRJcaeMd_WM2mTsF }

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