Syncopated Syncopation #MileAMinute #SixtyMilesAnHour

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PRETEND YOU GOT NO MAMA, BORN IN A TEST TUBE COFFIN

Once and for all, there’s a shadow upon the black light of a black hole, it won’t be light again
Darkness for the rest of Time on Earth, a big thing for each & means Nothing, to my chagrin
I see, I understand what you mean yet, you’re an imbecile or moron without a sense of logic
Using language predication of subjects & objects in our #Woke awareness, it’s part of a Dick.

It came in unexpected but welcome to initiate reproduction of the species variant, a mutant
Of humans in the dreams of thugs and miscreants who cannot fathom any golden rule to guide
Right there is the problem of survival yet a relevant tool to extinction of species, man & ant
Snakes and worms slither and dig underground for shelter from radiation of a sunny god tide.

Hems on your skirts have come down to cover your knees, can’t handle a sight of calves’ bone
Yes, I have been blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, I’m easy to see in a screen phone
Friendly suggestion to move out of the way before you become a casualty of the peace’s ending
Son, daughter, y'all won’t hear this again, that said, there’s no way to take it back, so I’ll sing.

Rhyming alphabets’ conflagration yields the form of wisdom in modulated enunciation twang
Call it prosaic and poetic, possible to plagiarize the mamas & papas who let it all out to hang
Your miserable neighbor of nicotine-full cranium & burning-acid heart, can’t evolve stinking
You look far away from here, it ain’t your fault, thing is decomposing the shape of my Timing.

If you’re hungry, there’s food, if you’re thirsty, there’s water & wine, we got it all over here
Beyond good and evil, I can’t say a thing, speculative at best, never Nothing but the Truth
Because the jury is out until each of final gasps of O2 from the sphere of Adam’s teary eye
Just because there was no example for obedience to #FakeNewsLaws, the genome expired.

Here, today, a moment of seconds ticking off the minutes, hours, days, weeks & a holy year
Clean or dirty, thoughts & words of material possession and the ignition of enlightenment
To recollect what has been forgotten and not shared with the descendants still unconceived
When they come and play angel out of nowhere, there’s no remedy for the presence of fear.

Parted right down the middle of your cranium, your dead hair is a feature of a divine coverup
Soul food spiked with acid makes the hogs’ guts a trip on the wild side of the disturbed mind
It’ll self-destruct either right there in the same space it was born or somewhere else in a book
No matter what you think about this & that, One thing you’ll bite, a full-blown trouble hook.

Last ditch effort to keep the palate clean and all cavities deleted in the food choppers, I say it
Now hear this, repeat, now hear this, as an electric shock provides the impetus, old sparky G
Word’s still up, the whippoorwills comfort my disturbed memories of cheaters and the losers
Winning man as I am, I’ll always be thankin' my parental guidance. Love to eat the stank chit.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Alien Contact #Disclosure complete!  Drafted while smashin’ the headphones to @RareEarth #MidnightLady CD, cut #WineWomenAndSong link @ https://youtu.be/3aUgxvArlk0?si=jTZ9vVogoBcr1YRC }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

ONE DAY AFTER ROCKIN' & ROLLIN' IN LINCOLN, CALIFORNIA #SLASH & his #AxeSlashers I SAW THIS LIVE LAST NIGHT! OMG

S L A S H  or  M A S H?

Stipulate my position in the front or the back row of the show, exit is left, stage right
If you don’t mind, your property is mine, the dirt of the Earth ain’t a minions fist fight
What and where the thing itself will be is an open book secret, gonna rock & roll it all
From the opening fret pluck to the final E-string twang, it’ll be the pedal to the metal.

Coming in with the knowledge & wisdom & leaving with none at all, that’s the gist of it
A Poe dream within a dream is not an inside job, a conscious mind in a perpetuity skit
Prime timing is everything in every case, you only get lucky once in a great while, rarely
It’s complicated yet simple to comprehend once the premises assumed, it’s me see.

Traffic is heavy in the ant’s hills, many species of a crawler everywhere in Earth’s spa
Brewed after grown from scratch with pot seeds you bury in stardust leftover asteroid
Invoiced twice, double-crossed and double-paid, Timing is everything, ask Pink Floyd
Not much on the dark side of the moon other than pitch black darkness’ penumbra.

Fancy yourself looking invisible to everyone with eyes to see through you, look here now
Nothing to see here, move along, I was teasing you for the reality yet to come, all below
Grounds of dirt, a wooden or metal box or urn, for bones & ash need containment form
Not you any longer, not anyone any longer, it’s all One & the same thing, God’s a worm.

Think about it, there’s a deep bench for the divine, but the kinship of God is tentative
Depending on each poor soul’s behavior in the form of the human body & mine alive
Full responsibility required to be accepted even though it’s a conceptual miscarriage
Didn’t mean to begin the mitosis of the human, yet it must be the way it was, outrage.

Abort the conclusions since the assumptions are one and all, false and not true too
In someplace, somewhere outside of this solar system, there’s a quasar that’s blue
I know since it’s the origin of my concept, imaginary egg & DNA burnt morse code
Taps, ticks & tocks test the strategy, the plan is known by no one, it’s a lonely road.

Perpetrate the violation via the loophole found where the sun doesn’t shine, so low
Forthwith and hence, I shall not allow any pie in the sky to enter my eye, a high blow
Been above & below the mojitos and frozen lattes for a decade or more, maybe less
I had no trouble with all causes I initiated; every effect was a result of being ruthless.

What you see now is what YOU get, nothing, now you see me & now you don’t, hence
Just like the moment before you breathed in & out of your mama’s holy apple offense
You got the message, you’ll be long gone & forgotten in a hundred years, ain’t my fault
The narrow way is the only way & there’s no other option other than extinction’s halt.

Balls are on the field & the court, roll ‘em, bounce, throw & kick ‘em above & beyond
Goals, safeties, touchdowns, homers & game, set & match, in the end, that’s all son
Nobody gets out of this game alive, lucky to have mooched a bit out of universal aid
Particular as I am, you were & everybody was forever & a day late by a half a decade.

Beware as I was of the big dogs in the yard, I walked down the alley makin’ ‘em all bark
Believed the dogs liked me & were all barkin’ for favors to let ‘em all out the gated park
When I didn’t comply, it was more like they’d knock me down & bite in a big dog’s fight
It’s the highlight that blinds you, astronauts on Earth know it, dark is a perpetual night.

Stuck or slippin’ right into the darkness is the end, man, boy, girl & woman, it’s curtains
The finale is hopefully a century away, you never know about that immortal fight of sins
Hey man, it ain’t my job to save jawbones & your family tree full of jewels, get a good grip
Bouncing balls, sliding pucks, spiral passes for Time and Space to button your damn lip.

Marked with x’s & o’s because they’re easy, 2 lines crisscrossed & 1 line in circular jerk
Deduce this pack of inductions and your conclusion will be your inherited genetic perk
Have insight with a third eye’s vision beyond Form’s holy Substance of it all, good sons
Bad or evil is living in reverse, on the way to terminating the breath’s blood circulations.

It is the thing itself animating the photons in this star, it’s light is the thing itself, it’s Dei
On the other hand, it is a deep dive & a deep fake that you can steal away from history
Punks use things and throw away the colored, invisible trash refused to be eaten away
Inside of the bowels of animated skin and bones, it’s where glory resides, divine today.

Nobody named the liver because it was dead, it’s alive & if it died, your Soul’d GTF out
I know, I’ve seen the soul’s leave people’s bones, mouth agape, eyes both wide open
Calling names of the friends and enemies won’t help, been here thrice before so I pout
Y’all gonna cry but I guffawed hysterically as realized, A Life’s either a joke or a dream.

Gods don’t see you, they’ve got no human senses, no eyes, ears or linguistic crypt
To fall way down the rabbit hole to the crypt, you’ve to have faith the in FedEx ship
It gets the job done since the humanity is below the level ability to avoid extinction
“Help!” yelled from little girls & grown, adult men, they knew not what to do it all in.

We will all probably make it before too long, less than a hundred years under control
I discovered a secret; I forgot what it was and couldn’t remember it was a black hole
That holy place where each & every single one was conceived before the sex act pole
Up & down, in and out until the eruption of the source of being, God Damned Who?

Mash to slash and option between a squeeze and a blade cut are a free for all to see
You get what you pay for, if it’s free you’ve got it free and have no investment to be not
Neither success nor bankruptcy will move this unmoved mover, what I am I is, all me
I’d know if we all were in a multi-dimensional universe, it’s a deadbeat extinction key.

Full of the scat left over after the BBQ and the banquets refused leftovers in the dump
One stretch of the imagination should display the nature of the human beast pump
Teats from which only some of us come, some of us have nothing but a formula of X
Like the vitamins and minerals metabolizing in my bones entering my pie hole’s hex.

Fish swam upon my plate to masticate, good and bad but ugly without a head or fin
Wondering how it swam without a map or rudder, realized my knife took care of Sin
Cut right through the skin and bone, just because I wanted a meal to survive on sea
Of the hair on my chinny chin-chin, you can’t catch me there or anywhere else, see?

My number is unlisted and I’m livin’ underneath the bridge with the other trolls’ bullets
They do sorties during the middle of the night, shaking inside your boots, I’m dead seats
Sixth man as I’ve always been on a five-man team, easy money cashin’ in the blue chips
Walkin’ through the casino, I bet a C-note on a green ‘0’ & after 21 turns, it locked my tips.

Won bank and the House put it all together, gave me high roller chips on a roulette table
Who are you and why are you even breathing & thinking about being satiated by a fable
That we’re all gonna die and go to Nirvana whether we’re good, evil or just an idiot droolin’
Could be I’m one, maybe you, POWER of PRAYER, you may be an anomaly and just a fool.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July XIII^th MMXXIV

{ Complicated narrative while jammin’ to @Bruce_Springsteen #LetterToYou on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dOHIcl-ztE0?si=qCd-R1vyePQ8SmI1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Too Cool For School, As It Was #SmootherThanSilk

FIT FOR SURVIVAL, REMEMBERING THE RECOLLECTION

No whining when you have good bread to eat with your vino for suppertime, all ye faithful
Big grandmas & absentee fathers ruling the paper or plastic roosts given to the vengeful
High lights shining above and dimming down under, below the center of the apple’s core
Nobody alive with eyes and ears gets to see or hear the Truth but you can read all about it.

Massive tumors have been found in the Earth’s oceans, mixing cancer with H2O from gods
They left something created out of nothing, let’s be honest, let’s be real here, crypts’ bloods
Nobody ever gets out of this world you see here and now ALIVE, nobody with skin and bones
No dead human with linguistic skills in any tongue of language came back to spill the beans.

There’s one condition that you’ll ever find out the purpose of Life on Earth, you will find it too
Stop the heartbeat for a tick, commitment to stabbing pains in the derriere is tock 23 skidoo
Beware of the dog is what the sign said, big as life right there on the gate of ‘do not enter’ flip
Loud barking scared you from walking up the front steps to the door, loud and clear to skip.

Idiot between the ears above your neck, you do know I’m referring to the one reading it now
Reading it which is this and that encyclopedic of golden books, a compendium of who to blow
Here’s your soul, here’s your body, you’re lucky beyond cosmic origins, a star of Adam’s dent
Nothing more nor less than your parents are responsible for your life choices, you’re innocent.

Of the brains called the place where the minds reside, consider dissecting a cadaver in a lab
As you would expect, just like a worm, a house rat, a gym rat or any other swamp denizen flab
My god, your mom and dad, if you found them alive after being an oblivious toddler, they lied
You remember they promised to love you forever, they never said they’d leave but they died.

Surprise at the mortuary and the nicest people to take your treasure & bury it in gold caskets
Precious charity and the faith that you hoped would carry you to cross to the other side of It
But well, you know, if I told you the Truth, I’d have to terminate your existences of happiness
Totally oblivion is never a welcome contribution to the happiness of 208 bones, yet, I digress.

Nostalgia will be forgotten & will be recollected when your Life flashes before your very eyes
In 182 blinks every single day, you know what I know, since the origin of Time, mankind pies
The Jig is Up, nothing is going on undercover, it’s all above board, only you know like I know
Fun facts are actually just entertainment for those who are aware that Life’s but a wet dream.

Sea of unknown diversity, speaking in Tongues or just loving the tower of Babel, clearly heaven
On Earth, this is how it’s got to be, Catholics, non-Catholics, the Pope, monks & priests of Zen
Quiet is Way, no Way is the Way to go, C.O.W. clips of the week, stipulate extinction, on ‘Man’
As this all turns out above the surface’s ground of being, it’s life or death, in the lioness’ den.

You’ll come around because you’ve got no free choice to break away into Outerspace’s deep
Vitamins and minerals will be your full ape shape, bone marrow being the crème of the heap
Of hating love due to bad news from world about love stinking to high heaven, fire up a blunt
Not for a small reason, a big reason is to keep people who hate smoke, far, far away from fun.

Monkeys aping in the trees until the plateaus and plains cleared of the running dozens’ herds
On the porch, on the corner, on the block like Jenny, moves were made on all four corners’ glue
Passing out and passing away were close to the same phrase, word up or word down, it’s woke
Reality claiming fantasy as concrete as your mother and father in the coffin or casket basket.

Cream of the crop, all I have & all I need, what the others in the dust storm crave in perpetuity
End of the edge of town, it turns pitch black, between the city and a country of foolish breeds
Like the DNA of dogs, cats and bipeds who rule the world, everything is going away, as I bleed
A holy hole in my skin, punctured and wounded my system, repaired, scarred for one third eye.

Circle around the squares who allow blather to replace the silent secrets only the gods know
That is assuming this is not just a random collision of rocks with no personality, as a no-show
So, therefore, in the end, finally, hence I roll on a slippery ice cube’s slippery slope, smear pap
But it’s a repetition of the same old story, over again ad infinitum, it’s a gravitational collapse.

Conceive of your conscience without guilt, innocence from the gods to waste in the bad taste
Of evil backward livers of life, consequences of wisdom is knowledge of Truth, in due haste
Nevermore the raven, the crow or bird of paradise setting the entry bar to high to roll the Dice
Paradise invisible to third eyes’ evolution, you are happy, you lose it, I am the trap of all mice.

Blood from the sun, the star too hot to get near less than 90 million miles, give or take it all
Third stone from the sun, the Son of God, it’s obvious that this is a parody of the Eden Fall
From grace, holy obedience to the Law to be ignorant of the trees full of apples and iHearts
Come along applied, anyone invited, especially mean tweeters of @Twitter, bullseyes’ darts.

Now then, I remember you & what’s going on here, never forget about it, we’re flees on walls
Heard everything everybody has ever said, encapsulating it into a finale end, philosophy calls
Stop, halt all judgements, flow like water down a river full of rocks, boulders of Pebble Beach
Onto the seven seas from the apex of the volcanoes’ snow caps, H2O, I am no son of a fiche.

Freaking out and assimilating to the petri dish of agar, freedom of choice is nobody’s option
Kinship & friendship be damned, sell your soul since it’s an imaginary tool of clear, thin skin
Hurricanes live here, it’s a panhandle, it’s the last stand at the Alamo of Davy Crockett’s kin
Cousins, brother-sisters from other mothers, Walk, Run, Collide, animate it Jane, Dick’s in.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, July IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Created from the Void while jammin’ to yo’ mama’s apron @ https://youtu.be/K0XCoX8malU?si=m73HmbgFSLnUFjYE }
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