#Emphasized #Microscopic #Subatomic #Entropy #DiscussDisgustDisengenuous #TartsShortShorts

ON BEING AN ENIGMATIC ALOGRHYTHM

When the ends and the means become indistinguishable from one another’s
Life or Death, it’s not only each and every one of us, in every proto galaxy’s
Dark matter, Matter & Radiation, for the love of God, the gods left over the ice
Perfection is everything that exists in this one universe, a theoretical guess.

It’s a rhetorical thirteen billion years to me & you, Big Bang exploded so fine
Void of the spectral lines seen only in the mind of humanity’s spectroscopy
Matter is both light and dark, nothing to do with anything practical, all divine
Fortunate to be blinded by the astral light, the wisdom of the gods is sloppy.

Antimatter’s brightness of the imagery from mankind’s inventions invent Us
We are the dark matter and we cannot see ourselves, we’re there in the fuss
Of men and women who frack the Earth for gas release, release the star dust
Find the First Star, James Webb cares nothing about fear & loathing, we must.

Exoplanetary bio-signatures signing on the anti-dotted lines, freeze a God’s bone
Nothing is alive or dead, it’s the essence of zero, the quality of the Void, all alone
Dots, circles, spheres of a 1st, 2nd & 3rd dimensional lead to the 4th on the 5th shot
Corpus dillecti on the way to the end state of our ego/spirit sport of being a robot.

Trained to defend the heart and soul within the 208 bones, still a mortal gonna die
Desire and need don’t matter to Matter, light & dark, in or out of deep space, I fly
Sight unseen you can understand, but the nature of the savage beast, a mystery
Created from nothing, unknown original on balance of the tiny photons’ delivery.

Gods’ timing is everything, immersion in the atoms for the gravitational collapse
Still a modicum of truth inside of my heart during the loss of conscious thoughts
Hurt and healed by the melting black hole all around me, more or less, I blow taps
For you and for me, stars line up at the ending, the finale ain’t ever too late chaps!

Entirely unfinished so you could get the last word in, even if you’re a minute late
Yet, you’ve got the empty floor, I’ll wait for you to fold the pages into the holy fate
What you had, what you got and what you’ll put in to take, a gasp of silver & gold
I know what can’t be shared, yo, it’s without words & phrases, hey I’m so very old.

Cadillac or Ford can’t let it go to Mrs. Chevrolet, can’t see the USA without it
Fear and loathing in my grave before I GET THERE, I’ll let you know when I fit
In a box top enclosed without a prize inside, why you keepin’ me here all day?
I don’t know the Milky Way or the Three Musketeers who ate all my teeth away.

Jesus, Krishna & Buddha got something for Mr. Nietzsche as a token of signals
Not gold or silver, nothing of the elemental magic, only in grandfathers’ portals
Emptied, blown away cosmic lather ‘tween the Never-Never-Land again, friends
Began innocent, ended enlightened, as it was it’ll always be, up ‘too fast’ bends.

Party is over, you got your walker & I got my cane to walk away from the graves
Yards in schools or Scotland are just fine, but underground ones, I ain’t the One
To stop breathing, decay into dusty formaldehyde flakes, a philosophy of slaves
Peer deeply, sound-sight peeking through your consciousness, Life is “so fun.”

Why fear Death’s stank? You die, you’re dead, that’s all, caput, God is dead too
How deep dives into the blind faith yields the #Finale for us & food for the crew
Babies to adults, choices of a free will can keep you alive or end your holy tons
Straight or crooked, points lead to lines, angles & forms of 3rd & 4th dimensions.

Events are the causes and effects of being, here & now, then and there, forever
Timing is everything, happening now for a reason or delayed for the same, dear
Beer for my horses, Blackjack whiskey & Two Finger Tequilla for me, I am high
As it is above & so it is below, I’m OK with seeds & refuse, The Truth is The Lie.

Political Science you dream in a nightmare that won’t end the pain & suffering
Of the nerves of the antibody & thoughts in the mind that is invisible, a Nothing
It doesn’t live without a DNA merger, expand or implode in the In & Out car line
Code in a large or small scale, yields identical results, Black Hole, Single, fine!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 911 AM, March XVth MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ #PandemicExcusesIdiotsMoronsChumps … drafted while listenin’ to #ThankYouForBeingAFriend by @AndrewGold (RIP) LINK @ https://youtu.be/fS7DDUEyzU8 }

N E W K I N K O N G 2024 AD GODZILLA #OldKingKONG

THEORETICAL TIMING’S EVERYTHING’S FATE
GRACE ALL IN YOUR FACE
#TIMING = #EVERYTHING

Timing’s everything full of space whether you like it or not, if you live you’re gonna die
Regardless of your blinded faith in the future beyond your body of bones, gods are fly
Dime a dozen if you revert to historical recording of this thing itself, layin’ down law
On being human like your ancestors, they’re all dead, you’re gonna die, that’s it, raw.

By the time you die, you’ll know the Truth, ain’t gonna see the people who died before
With or without the Jazz & jive Blues, the world rocked as we resided & roared the roar
Through the hard & easy times presented by the nature of the beast, grace of God go i
Chilling colder than cool freeze frost, icicles hung as low as the best of a species’ lie.

Brought the fire down to the ground, split the atoms, then fused them back alive too
All of every single thing, subatomic to intergalactic, the cosmos is copacetic baby blue
Knowledge and wisdom the power to wield about the stratosphere, whippin’ the slaves
Chain react your pure thought of Nothing at all, will to power, to be the Queen’s knaves.

Scum is left over when the liquid has evaporated, yet there’s microplastics’ in the milk
Of our mothers if they weren’t afraid or dry as a lactose bone, we evolved out of their ilk
Y’all go back there, deep down into the darkness we came from, got so long in the tooth
Hanging until you’re being blamed for being out of your control, irrespective of the Truth.

Walkin’ in my shoes or yours matters as much as water goin’ down the drain, zero score
Winning and losing matters, happiness comes from the game & the win, never back door
Playing is one thing but winning is everything, losers are failures to communicate a power
To be or not, that’s the question & the answer is you’re all there is, nothing higher or lower.

Junk fills the rest of the emptiness with the dryer’s lint that sticks into a clump like friends
Harps playing like it or not, no need for that melody of string plucking, love’s stink sends
Aroma and scent of the atomic fission and fusion resulting in anthropomorphic sea of love
Hate cancels anything appearing to be Love, either absorb matter or be the end, be above.

Hurts too bad to feel the pain more than a moment, it’s the End of Your Life, dream’s over
Now and then, again and again, ad infinitum as it happens, you’ll roll over & over, love her
Systematic annihilation frequently solves problem species’ infiltration, evolution, natural
Dead ancestors paved the ditches & graveyards for entry, where else you goin’? Hey, pal!

Microplastic inside your plaque causing your death earlier than scheduled by the RNA seed
Heart seizes, soul fizzes and that’s all she wrote, so fearful that afterlife has standing creed
Utter vacuum of H2O & 4P + 5O2 yield 2P2O5, that’s the red line drawn in the invisible sand
Salt of the Earth, pencil-neck geeks and the genii who cultivate the culture, woman & Man.

So hurt by love, healed by it too, just because that’s the way it’s designed to be, just like me
Knowing you’re kinda like that you poor young ladies and young gentle boys, Timing’s rhyme
Liberty so fragile, we got it covered for the martyrs and heroes who came before, lucky to be
All Time & Space are the Fate you got, Destiny for you is for me, heal et al, drop a thin dime.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, III-I-MMXXIV Ano Domini @ 644 AMPST

{ Drafted in the Wind of the Far West, Jack Toffs rambled while jammin’ to #TimingIsEverything by @TraceAdkins link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI?list=RD0qxqjDYqkhI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MA? That you Ma? #LetsRockTheRaceHorse #TheFixWasIn #CarWash #FamilyGuy #ShouldaBeenACowboy

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Nothing in the universe is known and nekid wisdom is exposed to rare Earth’s eyes
Filled with the bloody knives that stabbed the monsters all up in my head of dreams
For the last time, just like the first time in the middle of speakin’ the mind of tongues
I moved to California’s single wide to a double wide, I ain’t for no ape’s sad ass songs.

I’m clappin’ on the boards of executive services, elevate your conscious mind of bone
In church with sinners & in ivory towers with an elephant tusk, blinds closed at home
Jukebox played my hoedowns jams with played like games of religion all in my mind
Amigo just like me, mon amie we’re gonna bite our tongues to keep the peace, I’m fine.

Conman makin’ some iced tea on the last day of biting my tongue, tellin’ a bad joker
That the joke ain’t funny, there’s no humor in the tragedy of your comedy, just poke her
She won’t care if she’s rolled and in the corpus dillecti mode, Mother Earth come here
Whisper words, every one of them A to Z, conman pronouns verbalizing prepositions.

Cabal of chumps coached your children, innocent boy-girls who followed commands
Game began before you and I knew it was a fixed game, we concoct all too human gods
Cooler whip pie with a grey hair in it, you ate it, we all swallowed the pablum of daddy
On the one hand, idiots are afoot and on the other hand, morons in love with mommy.

You played at Hearts, Spades, Pinochle, Poker and Bridge to somewhere up in heaven
All greased gears grinding in the powershift during the drag race, I won the ¼ in seven
Actually 7.2 in the ¼ & nobody has ever broken the record, until now, I’m doin’ it in 6.9
Fix is in & out by the burgers & mustard near the wine & cheese, germs kill the 3rd kind.

Stuck in the middle with the honey and the mountain dew, place in Space for Homers
Kick you in the head before your first communion & last confession before you croak
Like a frog croakin’ more like a toad in pollywog stage of enlightened fake news blurs
Fantasy and reality merge as a gamete allows flagella to animate the creative ol' bloke.

Alive kickin’ until the rear view mirror disintegrates into finite, fragmented black holes
One blew up & now this here, there & now is what we’ve got to deal with, us & them too
I’m dead after I’m alive, all too human monotheistic divinity imports mortal, blue souls
I kid you not, again, once upon a Time in Space, the sound was silent snare rigmaroles.

Target in the middle of the bull’s eye, where angels fear to go without arms, wing flyers
From the first human who jumped off a cliff without LSD mind blowing, replica wingers

 Adam to astronaut, out beyond Uranus’ that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna & Confucius knew
Looked precisely like the image in the #LookingGlass, reflection of the chit that I blew.

Moms and pops know the thing they did to make the rest of us in the Festivus spell
To be or not to be here & now for a spell, that’s existence per se, hell no, I never fell
From above or below this montage of gas expelled from the blown cosmic cylinder
Planted Mary Jane’s seed into fertile ground, I got head, Mama’s THC smoke bender.

Low inside where even stupid men fear to go, it’s that point of no return, you read me
Hope you do, the message is not for you if you don’t ascertain the gist of the History
First Cause to the dissolution implosion of the Singularity, teacher taught a teaching
First Word, do, done is second, that’s all folks, comedy & tragedy of the divine’s sting.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, III-X-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Scored from the Void while listenin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (long version) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?