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BLIND FAITH

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Keep it in mind when you’re right on time, Timing is Everything, a god’s commandment
This wavelength and frequency is everything, all there is everywhere atom to atom RNA
Acid reproduction, Allah solar system, appendage of Void's mix nobody sees high or low
Ain’t our fault that we can’t communicate with the glory of dead men smokin’ high Cielo.

Park your carcass where the rest of the film gets filed, chapter 13, substitute preacher
Saying what the meaning of mysteries is, quiet and dead air uplifted onto the stretcher
It’s the download on the downlow that should worry the extinction malfunction l’homme
Affirm that you’re a honky or just a biscuit head, if a shoe fits you’re gonna try to come.

Admit it and just be where you’re supposed to be at the right time & right place in Space
Down-low wavelength seen with naked eyes, overloaded frequency slappin’ the interface
Portions of the whole in fractional factoids of the invisible, soft touches of a scent’s whiff
Saga said it all, the thing itself is all there is, all about IT other than with language is stiff.

One day before our conception in the womb, destiny got soul-planted before they came
Ancestors waving without arms or hands, smiling without faces like At One & The Same
Down under on a continent or at the northernmost pole of resistance to the ecliptic spins
Let me down from the altar’s tabernacle, an emptiness you’ve tried to capture, I’m grins.

Witches and warlocks did what they could to cast the spells of resistance to group food
Downshifted for the scoot ahead of the pack, cannot catch the infinite infrared or eat UV
Monsters on the Midway or just the mongrels near the cookie jar, crumbs, chips all good
Gone far, far away from the core of Earth’s magnetic field, fully voided & All in the mood.

Steppin’ like a #Stepper & I’m in the groove like the last time I was in an hot azure mood
The girls knew that the room was jumpin’ with the rhythm and jive, I can’t eat all the food
Beefs, hotdogs of Holy Cows & hot tamales I located in Chi, dig the lake suburban dead
Mention the fun and very good times at your peril, there’s the bad times to forget, faded.

Immersed inside of the flame of the fire deep as if hot licks could drag me down in debt
Dreamin’ a little dream of you & me is all I ever really wanted before the coitus concept
Now & then, Presence stops you & I in our tracks, like right now, sooner, so son, oh son
Think you live inside of a barrel of dynamite, TNT ready to blow ACDC down a good run.

Fickle & remaining in a pickle for the duration of days & nights featured, I am Super-dry
Five and Dime stores not a place to learn the good and evil of eating a candy Super-fly
The fixation with creating a winning environment for the minions is the whole shebang
Only you know what I know and if you don’t know, you will know, it’s all, I’m just saying.

Tramps and wimps who failed at beginning at rock bottom to rise like cream to the top
Now they cry like the infants out of their mothers’ wombs, returning to the cosmic slop
Amid circumstances beyond any human’s control, here and now you stand up comical
Laughing at what’s peculiar, off-color, idiotic, absurd & of course, normal it is now, pal.

After your death, it’s the same like it’s always going to be, without you, what’s up son?
Chit unknown happens, changes everything, life after avalanche & tidal wave rehearse
Collapse of the System is immanent, rocky bites of the Big Bang remnants blow job on
No animation of things themselves without the Spirit, cartoon cache, Evil is Live reverse.

I can’t see what you mean, you’re in a word flambe like no other, only see in the dark
No stardust blown into my face to obfuscate the collision before my very blind four eyes
Vivid as the obscure bottom of the sea, as above where there’s nowhere left to go park
So below it remains a mirror image, enlightening ignorance to hear the innocent cries.

Fun and punishment of pain merge inside of the coffin and the urn, sometimes anomaly
Lost in the mix of ocean salt and subatomic particle ingestion, Dave Jones’ all soul tally
Dead men remain dead, bones and mind disappear in annihilation of sweet nothing silk
Puddles of east bay mud, blood & undrunk beer from the kegs, sweet & sour pig’s pork.

Party, fiesta to celebrate the end of God’s original sin, full of what ain’t a Hamm’s beer
Every plant and animal seasoned by dead leaves of herbs and spices, that being said
The rest is history, an hysterical account of pretending that you’re immortal when dead
Already gone before the time, to be is not to be the question but the answer, Eat Fear!

Private ears hear the words of the world in stereophonic sound twisted Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum
Hemp got you high, made the rope tie up your reason and rhyme into a soul conundrum
A puzzle to liberate the prisoner of nothing and nobody but your own imagination’s glow
Putting it all on the line, front and back door opened up, Nothing’s inside, now you know.

Pizza in your eye, beer in your ear, silence out your lips, spoke In-sync tongues’ twisters
Boys and girls died after a hundred years of jumpin’ from place to place, oh my sisters
Brothers of meaning no harm, daring to draw the line on keeping alive, body and soul’s
Frosting and whipped cream on top with the cherry & walnuts, it’s all in the holy bowls.

Chalice locked tabernacle of the Holy of Helios completes a Singularity malfunction cry
It’s expanding ‘fore it’s collapsing & then it’s all over, the dream ends, I wake up & sigh
It was always a dream, but amnesia caused the trip to appear forever lost outer Space
Punks at your mercy, fiends unaware of their immanent fate to meet the maker’s Face.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March XXXth MMXXMMIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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FLASHBACK RUMBA

A KARMA PAYBACK

Oak tree didn’t get my attention even though it was in my way, I lost the direct hitter plunge
Into the frozen cold death that no human deserved while alive on Earth, no karma that evil
Living & dead spirits of the most evil beings ever created by the divine light of a holy godson
Next step beyond the baby steps should be into the Twilight Zone of Zazen’s 1st dimension.

Facing the backward way of paying no attention to the reality of everyone on a planetary tie
To the Immortal, Universal, Thing Itself, so to speak, power that Be without a hint of doubt
Tree of knowledge with some carnal information about an orgasm within a fertile egg hole
Needing to represent Categories of powerful knowledge, of Good & Evil, bad boys let’s roll.

Pioneer for the first dawn of the dream as a Will To Power meaning to make wish come true
Not only for me & you but for every planet in this solar system of a planetary electron bi-law
Like butter spread thin as celluloid film upon the silver screen of the backhanded southpaw
Such as, so forth plus in addition to a plethora of wise comments, silent sips of a cold brew.

Common enough to keep your arse in high gear getting out of town on a high horse & saddle
Feet locked in the stirrups with spurs strapped on my boots, giddy up for one last full-gallop
Parallel with a stagecoach’s six-horse team of geldings, darker than a hot pink, 9mm G lock
Dirty with dry mud from the foothills caked over warriors’ torsos & extremities on the block.

Bring your treasure to trade for the valued wisdom and knowledge you’ve got hidden within
Momentary lapsed Reason failed at logical inductions & deductions, mortal conclusive sin
Known that Earth & Existence of Life result from one First Cause, accidental collision of gas
Park & Strike, caboose & locomotive forever frozen, a dead locomotion, I’ve been dead last.

Need big King Kong to clear the river-way of debris, been hooked on computer chip cookies
Momentum of tons of matter cannot be stopped by oil, nuclear or electrical battery power
What it means to be dead you can only imagine, like sleeping soundly & waking up no more
So, in the end, as it has been since the Big Bang & resulting expansion & annihilation score.

Singularity as a series of photons, neutrons, electrons, protons & neutrinos in flux, the shyt
I can’t be as old fashioned as you think I am but you know, now that I think about it, hot rods
Old fashioned I am, nitro-fire, eight pistons in the 383 cc’s bored out to a 407+, so it’s a drag
Your blood and your ebony arms and legs carry no weight to carry me up the wall, have a fit.

Funky Broadway I’ve gone up & down the thoroughfare with and without you, on or off base
Kids that used to run hallways of schools now run halls of congress & judges of us to be too
Herd follows the head of the cattle drive, two or four legged complete the mission of movin’
Farther away from refused intake that can’t bury low enough, sinkers below dead signaling.

Kidding nobody but myself when I pretend the sights & sounds are gonna be happy for good
Getting in good shape for hot battles ahead that I will not begin but will end with gusto food
Hurry to get from place to place in Space before you get too old & immobile, so go die high
Drinking and forcing the spirits to come out of the holy souls locked into the skin’s bone dry.

Arrows shot from my bow just like Cupid should do, but went on vacation, playin’ concerts
Party at the oil slick, serve up the gumbo like there’s no tomorrow, girls off with the T-shirts
Mississippi thick good for me & for you, all officers out of their quarters, squeeze boxes on
Head bobbin’ and toe tappin’ while the hips be shakin’ the tang, all your heart ain’t handling.

As far as I can recall, many kisses & tears from my face touched the things out of my world
Nevermore to return back to the present, being the forgone past that will never be a future
Disappears as soon as it comes out of the darkness, unknown, unnamed, unforeseen Star
Vision and wavelengths of color produced through the atmospheric lens, Real thing is afar.

Burning Hydrogen makin’ it warm for sunshine’s tanning and seed sprouting on land & sea
Perfect punks common to the herd of homo sapiens, evolved from special creation’s DNA
No record, written or spoken of this original reason for being alive on Earth, guess work god
We believe that we’re thinking, therefore we believe that we exist without dyin’ in a hot rod.

Sorry to say, it’s about time that we fly without the wings we never received during creation
Apologize for the faithfully departed who have Hell to pay but there’s only one way to go, Up
High as a tower of Babel, it’ll be built before it’s all over, humanity is all too human, #fins-up!
Spread your wings & fly, parrots rule the roost, colorblind of red, yellow, green and blue Gin.

I’m workin’ out the details, the last ones I’ll have to flesh out, the pall bearers sink me down
Into the deepness, land, sea or Outerspace out of this World, sure the energy matters sewn
It’s wavelengths and frequencies enmeshed into the matrix of melodies and rhapsody ties
Don’t mock me for trippin’ on the dream that takes on the word ‘reality’ while drunk on flies.

Fine & dandy, thousands of results of parental guidance & riddance of the baggage U-Haul
Simply complex as getting to know who the phuq you are, why you’re here this Time, Oh My
It’s maybe neither here nor there but if and only if it is here & now, I’ll bite the bait’s hook fly
Split the honey pot & divide the treasure in equal shares, leave me out, gold ore rockin’ y’all.

Your mind and your body are one and the same thing, mind being a word synonymous with
Nothing at all, mind doesn’t exist without the body, although reversal of that is a sorry St}ith
Hummingbirds’ wings give it the name of the thing itself, form-thing is it’s audio expression
Express yourself by drinkin’ cups of espresso, bone dry or wet, it’s all good to go, mortal sin.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March 29, 2024, A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ Crusader on ghost horses runnin’ the dozens on the people, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @MontyPythonHolyGrailMovie link @ https://youtu.be/13GAiI1l7K4 }

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LOVE YOU ALL OVER, OVER & OVER

 ad infinitum, ad nauseum

There is hardly one fat chance you’ll see this & even less likely you’ll give it a read

It’s nothing personal between you & me or me & you, all accidentally on purpose

Middle of the road nearly at a finish line, dynamo Race of mice and a man’s creed

Drunk on the fresh air again, commandments One through ten, I’m a half-breed.

Bums and junkies left over from the hey-day of the Hootie & a Hippie getting’ down too

Sister said that we would get down to “brass tacks” but I didn’t grasp the signal’s blue

Colored for effect on the invisible ghost of a spark, never live or dead just grim as @Ted

Holier than you ever were since it never existed in DNA like y’all, do not get me started.

Peasants all children who conceived from an original, mortal sin of coitus, come man!

On the other side of the curtain you & I cannot penetrate with knowledge-wisdom’s sin

One seed tree of Knowledge’s Good & Evil is the creator/reaper, not to be too humane

Open the book, start on page 1 & finish at the end’s blank page, then fly high in a plane.

Got noisy words comin’ in and out of the ear holes, now I’m gonna do some weird chit

Repeating mantras of what it is & will always be here & now during this trippin’ stitch

Drawn picture of where you’ll go when you lay down to die, can’t stand up comedy It

In casket or urn only if you’re lucky to have cash money or even my spare dime pitch.

Fools can’t breathe for free, they steal it from you & me, it’s the only way for the hobo

Could be your sister, brother, mother or father, aunt, uncle or maybe a distant cousin

Fun is out, it’s survival of the most fit to be here & now, shelter in place & BBQ, sip gin

You’ll be one that’s left over in the end, unlike country boys, idiots & morons survive.

I am drawing a line in the sand, you know it will disappear when the waves reappear

Cream is on the top because gravity cannot keep it under control, too rich to be fear

It’s a long way to the apex of this apparent somnambulistic appearance, I do imagine

All things seen, heard, smelled, tasted & touched with nuclear blow torch ICBM SIN.

You might be drawn like a magnet to the place you can sleep without one eye open

By the hot fire burning for warmth and signaling to the darkness to come so often

Like your mother and father who left you orphaned, on your own, all alone children

Be vicious, rough & ready for the necessary & sufficient tracking, pray is prey’s sin.

Now & then, you run across big words that mean more than the roar of my Charger

Here are some, more than one less than a million, for sure for sure, human martyr

Grown from a seed, spontaneously multiplying its own kind of program, red blood

RNA from a sun, Void out of nowhere, obligated drop of a dime on you & me, God!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, III-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 3:00 AMPST
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