Had a couple of close calls in the last few decades of shakin’ & rattlin’ the hit songs At the final moment of consciousness’ confession, you wake up just in time, it bongs A gong so loud that there’s no mistake it’s callin’ for your soul to come home to the Air Nothing you can do, nobody to call for assistance, there’s no 911 or even a 411 to care.
Existence being an accident of confluence, asteroids and a plethora of galactic kinks So small that it’s unobservable and too large to see a single sickle cell of blues & pinks Soaked & wet as the day you stole oxygen, slapped in the arse to choke-up a mortal sin Drowning underwater that literally came out of nowhere, Earth stopped the FOX spin.
Desisting the momentum of the perpetual motion, the only zero unmasks holy holies Deep inside of the Golden Calf the micro-tool spirit pools wisdom & knowledge of G’s Little g or Big G, a point is moot for certain, appearances are shapes of forms’ smoke Wearing lenses to clarify 1 vision when you’re blind as a bat, Resistance’s futile joke.
Random recombination of human DNA, cesspool’s microcosm of a dream in a dream Swear on a sack of sifted kits in the caboodle or whichever stack of a flowing stream Movie made cinema, stage play acted live without camera, no warning sign of ships No flags, no exploding ordinance leaving a puff of smoke to float into oblivion’s lips.
Humankind extinct without a whisper, a flick of the switch, unintended in holy finale Broken mind and body of bones completely immersed in the fire and ice, not for sale Golden silence transubstantiated from the heavy lead pencils that scribbled words Vulgar or elegant linguistic expression all accepted; the Void prefers songs of birds.
Game is over, you tilted the machine’s balance of the bumper bounce, flipper timing Drain the balls down the center of the plane, justice runs you in, stonewalls’ bumping No more loving charity for everything that is alive with life, hope for the hopeless men Good being the following the orders, commands of behavior to achieve being a human.
Laughing or crying for various reactions to fear, terror & happiness’ fulfillment, it’s life All people on every continent on Earth live & die, def comedy stand up joking 2nd wife Heavy pots Moke or none at all, cracks in the rainbow allow the breach, gone to satori Higher agog than a wad of perfect neutrinos, still alive in a perfect swath of potpourri.
Punches thrown both left uppercut and right cross to catch a knockout punched chin So pretty and elegant that it appears as a chimera that’s not real in the real world sin Pinched in a portal of venial, original sins that have no forgiveness, kill a God on Earth In repayment for your ignorance and lack of common sense, you’ll die & get to rebirth.
Atoms in flux, molecular suicide if mutation malfunctions the whole shebang matrix You’ll be just fine without me, like you were before we met in your mind on an LSD trip Sixteen to seventy-three, seventy-six trombones blow the notes of the score, a life flip Fractions of One are all a part of the One although deficient in the essence, nine is Six.
One time when I was young I dreamed I’d be this old, as old as I am & still get around it The terror and fear has nothing to do with me anymore, I eat ‘em for lunch & then I spit Out of Timing on my last breath, one more blink after the 182, then caput, It is All done Lines shrink into a dot-period and then it’s a faded spot disappearing, too late, so fun!
by r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April 10th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 311 PMPST
{ High or low
consciousness’ stars line up sooner or later, get ready to go, don’t blink or
it will be a close call, jammed this holy Word time while jammin’ to #CountryStrong
@TraceAdkins #Ghits like #TimingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/0qxqjDYqkhI } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
Are there any questions? Everybody knows everything. Fine. Let’s do this now It’s too late now but if you were on time, the works would have been fine, you’d take a low bow Now, hide your face in embarrassment, none of these words are yours, you’ve jived, plagiarized Now you pay the piper that you didn’t even know was right there, every step of the way, you lied.
My path through the garden is not the same as yours, I gotta go, you gotta stay, let’s split it up We have no free choice, it’s a Matter of Time In Space’s Energy, it’s the generator of matter’s ilk All of us together make it to the end it’s a super nova man, you see this now, don’t you? God high Lower than the center of the core’s hot iron ice, call me sometime, show the harder rock is soft.
Rhymes hard to find in your mind, my mind, the mind of the collective homo sapiens, Adam or Eve Many or the One, can see the invisible right there in the wide open space between your ears, Steve Pops you got this now? It comes along just in time, why you gotta fall when you’re balanced psyche Nature, cause-effect, timing is everything to get it right, it’s out of my hands again, hands off policy.
Stars lined up right now, you got the ticket, put the cash on the table & bet the kit & caboodle booze Friends & chums from teen to old man, all gone trippin’ on their own, without me, I made the blues All living intend to be happy & not sad in one fell swoop, success in failure is the path of damn fools Someone had to be the idiot, to play a part that killed the sufficient & necessary power check rules.
I slammed on the breaks the moment I accelerated to light speed, it was just one tachyon over me Split my personality about a hundred times or more, now it’s all that’s left, the original chip of soul Kings and queens got a piece, every single serf and slave got an equal share, evil backward to live Sums and products get the most of us all, hurt or feelin’ so good, it just can’t be were a black hole.
On the other hand, you only have two, one more chance to keep your head above the fray, stop sign Too late for the slowing and skidding, just flew off of the cliff into the open wild, blue yonder timing Zero to a million in a hundred years of Earth’s revolutions around the ecliptic, it’s old, holy cream Couldn’t be that this is gonna vanish into thin air, it just can’t be true that this Life is but a dream.
I caught the ball, I caught a break and moved away from the danger of extinction, once again too From the birth my mother gave me to the smashing my feet, hands & head so hard they all blew In a song, a turn of a phrase in the lyrics of the #1 song, you can’t recall the lyrics, forgot son True love drew the line just in time, almost checked out in desperation & species’ extinction.
Here’s another close call for you, it’s either person to person or recollect to the demigods End times or the origin ones when the First Cause made the Adam impregnate Eve’s womb Princess’ frog transformed into a charming Prince, her dream came out of the backroads Too fast, too late, it’s gonna be just fine, Timing’s everything, not anything less, this doom.
Hot to trot and cold as ice on a hot tin roof, ice sickles melting into drops of tasty trash talk Let the predicates modify the subjects and objects, healed by Time, everything takes a walk I don’t know why, I can’t tell you why, need to know why, nobody cares why, true dat, we die Just like every atom coming to be and dissolving into the dirty salt & piece of cherry pit pie.
Surname your soul-spirit, your conscious identity, either the sound of your mother suckers Or your father’s nodding out on the bench with his Lucky Strike burning in his smoky fingers Kicking the Time backward & forward, anything is everything & it’s well, it’s just something Now then, mediate the conflict, happiness rose above the stank and the fool’s gold earring.
Disembodied spirits’ orbs of the divine light’s energy field from an adjacent or parallel line Directional trajectory from thee to the others and back to thee, a metaphysical journey sign Mystics and scientists derived from pre-Socratics and what Plato gleaned from Socrates’ pi Logos is Word UP between the Void & your own consciousness’ fear of being alone in Space.
Intelligence’s weight on knowledge & wisdom depends on Reality not the fantasy of Mind It is what it is, reason being just because of the cosmic accident, Big Bang roots’ third kind Creepy hands folded in prayer since I was a lad, altar & Mercury trained, deep in black holes Destiny of the extraterrestrial is right here & now, control the world without animated souls.
First event occurs in deep space, you’re gonna regret the day you discovered One Truth, Vape High if you aren’t, look all around you inside of the zoo’s cages that house the good, bad & ugly Purpose of being all too human is both unknown & assumed from the facts of life, father’s hex It goes something like this, hunger, fear, futile struggle, strongest survive the swirl in the apex.
On being the eater of #Jellyrolls, that was why I should have remained trying to be a cowboy On a cattle drive with the others I left behind on the dirt road outside of town, Gene & ol’ Roy Stoned this AM & hadn’t had a drink all day, not just a young man’s rant, the elder riff raff case Near beer in cases and kegs ready for the solo cup, red, white or blue and the diamond phase.
On being the ride all of the fine young ladies and their grandmothers wanna saddle upon jeans American folk songs screamin’ the rights and wrongs of the hot dogs and beefs & vanilla shakes We’re all doin’ the recycling of blood, sweat & tears from the cradle to the grave, six feet under Grounded like a teenage girl who stayed out past curfew, snuck out a window, went to the bar.
Cool that was your mother in another life, way back when she was a libertine with liberty tea Blue, white & red-blooded boys leakin’ their life down on the dirty rocks nobody ever owned Who cares about the dead folk at the hootenanny where the boys & girls got down & so free Drunk all of the songs, every note from C, D, E, F & G lookin’ for the A’s & solid gold T-boned.
You felt that earthquake but you didn’t know that the world was shakin’ the mocha in a swirl Knots gone faster than you thought you’d ever be while spinnin’ counter-clockwise on the girl Alabama, Mississippi, New Mexico, Nevada or golden California, all reasons being here, now It’s golden sound pushin’ your eardrums into your brain’s stem, blowin’ your mind into a glow.
Opened up my throttle to enter the rock and roll river runnin’ through my bottle of gold Tequilla On the two-lane that ends with my empty tank blowin’ air into my dual quads without nitro-G Hemi engine firing on all eight cylinders at thirty-five miles per hour, heavy heart of oil smoke I’m nearly done gone, you can’t perceive the invisible, big mouth, ruling the nonsense stroke.
I passed the ball, bounced the ball, caught the ball & shot the ball, in or out of the bull’s eyes All above and below the target practice before the hunting & fishing trips to feed the old guys In the tribe or at the outskirts of your mother’s loose mini-skirt & satin slips & slide into home Bring your books home from school, study hard, get straight A’s & solid B’s, y’all get you some.
Rednecks & the backstreet boys from the ‘hood of my neighbors by the river in the windy berth It took a whole town to raise me & my kin, some of us died young, some still kickin’ in the barn Full house eliminates the probability that you can be beaten by four of any kind, third or fourth Ready to be set in the concrete foundation of the buildings that tower & blow in the wind, darn!
by r j j stephan, i
c.Mardi, 4-9 MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Full of the scat that I inherited from the mental
cases who spawned me & drafted as I was lulled back to living the dream,
listening to @GlennFrey #SoulSearching #HITS @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80?si=FayzdFF8nW51ByV1
}
