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C O O L

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

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Black is the key to the solar system's space between material things in a material world trick

You allude to the Ends justifying the Means, a spell of the witchcraft espoused by Man's prick

A sharp pin prick it was, a pig in a poke, a bird in a bush, code word's up a consonent's vowel

Park parallel or diagnal but don't double park anywhere, anytime, your chariot will be towed.

Common idiots born to any man and woman on Earth, y'all roll the dice and you'll see the light

Power to the people, we think that's the way innate power is, so GTF out of the way with might

Honor and perfect timing result in success every moment you suck a breath in, so die in peace

Day after you ain't in an alien's Petri Dish, memory fades from an imaginary drawer, squeeze.

Pinched my own behind to check my six, I thought I was awake but I was in a dream, I awoke

Walking around in the fog of war, trying to figure a way out of the connundrum, shucks bloke

You will not know what I mean when you don't jump off of a balcony down to your end, man

Do you know the answer to the question of "Should I jump or not?"  Answer honestly human!

Last gasp of wind, the sun shines even when it's nighttime dark outside your side of the Sand

Spins around clockwise if you looke down from the northern hemisphere, you're killin' me so

Minds lost in the mix, it's the shooting stars and the wobbling angle of the dangle, trust me bro

Or don't if you want to go through the breach yourself, experience fear & loathing firsthand.

Heads to feet, 208 bones calculating time left before the deep six down to Davy Jones' locker

Remotely possible that rotting skin, organic matter & bones get incinerated in hell's hot cache

As a holy bible said, we go to Hell, OMG I never thought about that, cyberspace launched ash

Pulverized, stuffed into a holy urn for the spread back to where you never were, ever forever.

Paid invoices, even steven from now 'til doomsday, hidden nowhere anymore, out of sight 'I'

Seen, heard, tasted, smelled, felt deep down inside out to the tips of toes and upturned nose

Shut your lips when you speak the words coming out of your mind's eye, to be One, I chose

At the finale, the curtain drops on the stage, characters fade to black, you all are gonna die.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, VIII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST

{ Whatever it takes, you will give it, as I did drafting this while jammin' to @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/pukC3E0XxcE?si=FDRE0_Kx6SK57B4o }

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#IngrownHairyFur #SkipAFreakinRopee @JoeBonamassa @CarnegieHall #ShockTheMonkey @KennyLoggins @TraceAdkins @LukeBryant @AnimalFarmMovieAndAudioBook

SOMETHING YOU WILL FORGET THE DAY YOU DIE

For the middle of the pack, it’s leftover carrion you’ll whiff with napalm before dawn

It is still above & below the mud, blood & beer, so you’ll be able to access the spawn

Mothers, brothers & fathers will all die in a century even if they’re draining’ 8 balls

In all cases, nothing but scratched headstones, tombstones & pyramid corpse walls.

Harmony cannot be the substitute for chaos, the natural state of the universe’s being

You are not in charge of a delicate hallucination nobody can see but you & naked apes

If there is no king, then there’s no queen & nothing else but pure dumb luck happening

Before you jump the shark or jump to invalid conclusions, assume you exist on tapes.

Knights on either side of the royalty of bishops, queens & kings, tucked between rooks

Interference of the pawns in front of & in attack mode behind the power, king in check

You’ll be unhappy to get your brain and mind checked for ability to rationalize spooks

Compromised the living and the dead with a disputable philosophy of a train wreck.

On your holy honor, get on your mark, get set & GO, don’t stop until you get enough bad

 News from some anonymous source, may or may not be a rumor or propaganda fodder

Sons and daughters will fall for the dupe and think they’re being good lassies and lads

You love the sea, be a sailor, you don’t love the sea, don’t be a sailor, be even better.

Call the shots like a general or admiral of the followers of orders, obedient to 3.14 pi

Court martial would be the remedy for the disobedient traitors and the idiots who dote

With all their blessed little hearts, all in the blind faith belief that some men never lie

Truth is a lie and lies are true, it’s the meaning of the Animal Farm’s dirty Earth boat.

House of nobody’s representatives with the electoral college educated 1st round picks

With your blind faith and the blind luck accompanying you & your kin, you got my six?

Survival of the most fit is the rule, you’ve no free choice in the matter, Live or Die trying

Young infants, toddlers, children up to elder adults, all at the mercy of a wedding ring.

I’m alright so nobody I know or am related to needs to worry about me, ‘cept holy chit

What I’m saying, what I mean in a nutshell is, we’re all gonna die, buried bones in a pit

Punks get justice just like the holy ones, the priests, nuns, ministers of the Word, OMG

Philosophy, all you get from parents & orphanages, middle way, narrow tightrope wire

Frozen tundra and melted iron combined to end the expansion of the Big Bang bongo

Civilized personality mr. radioman, mr. television star, you’re nothing from the Congo

Of smoke from an infinite Oneness, an invisible spirit that y’all claim to feel with chills

Fine as the epitome of perfection, dream is real, reality is the One’s surreal H2O spills.

Expect anything unexpected to survive the assaults of predators that masticate bones

Our 208 tinker toy-like bones crunch for the contents, that marrow is all golden stones

Even if you don’t know, future is already the past, present comes & goes in purple haze

Like the blink of an eye, that is quick silver fast, high or low, I know it’s gone sideways.

Fill your empty head from nativity to decrepitivity with the cliché responses to idiocy

You figure it out, logic & reason rule the roost, do not govern the rebels who 3rd eye see

That motion will haunt future locomotion, extinction of species is a theory not a policy

High in mind’s thoughts about good, bad & ugly things, breathe in & out, trinity three!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 19th 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Shocked by the monkey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8z74lr3txUk? si=w11U6rI5Q_8J0Vks & @Joe_Bonamassa #WokeUpDreaming @https://youtu.be/HM1M6p1fiUM?si=t3AXf-b442LP8Y9U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#InThePinchOfGravity yet #CarlosSantana #SomewhereInHeaven #IJustCantLetGo #DavidPack @JoeBonamassa @Ambrosia #TheBiggestPartOfMe #RiseDown #CiscoKid #WARtheBAND

HAYMAKER THROWN, TOOK A PUNCH FOR THE GIPPER

There’s no way for me to say what needs to be said or to do what needs to be done
Knowledge comprehended is blinded faith in wisdom that few received before, my son
Meaning higher than a kite to avoid focusing on an unacceptable fate of the species spa
To die after you live means that living is a lucky stroke of the accident you call Ma & Pa.

Lookin’ in the mirror you can find in any restaurant’s restroom, necessitating hand sanity
Nothing to clear your mind in the lavatory other than the head, nice in the pinch of gravity
Babies, toddlers, pre-K, K-12, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior & Senior, twice in eight years
Collected the collective unconscious within a mere 208 bones, drank cases of the beers.

Whiskey and wine didn’t escape my arrested attention, that guided me through the godson
My godfather, my godmother, havin’ a party with my father and mother in the by-and-by fun
Talkin’ life without the excess baggage of a holy body in arrears, failing to flail in a dark heart
Past, present or future the construction of Time conceptual analysis of every cavalry’s fort.

Three wishes and none of them can be wishing for more nor less, you got a genie in a bottle
Rub with the friction of love, smoke signals will be lit, excitement of Being begins to throttle
Big country and tiny city all move the bowels of reincarnation and reconstruction pasture
Remember nothing to start anew and repeat history until it ends well with your departure.

Reality checking from the second you wake up in the morning, dream fades, 20/20 vision
Here and now you’ll know at the finale’s last act, it’s maybe the 3rd one, it’s One of the One
Asking why is a distraction; you must adapt, or you won’t survive the testing & inoculation
I have grief to share with the penny pinchers & billionaires, you can’t save a thin dime, son.

Blood, sweat and tears come out of your sinews & bones that used to be a zygote in mama
Love or lust makes no difference to life, to be born is the game to play, rules are rules papa
Somewhere in heaven, above and beyond what you can see is what you get deceased joy
Never to worry about anything in Eternity, the transitory I wasn’t very good at, a good boy!

Telling the Truth is easy if somebody told you what it is, you can’t make this scat up, man
Listen carefully as if you weren’t already, you’re blind, deaf & you’re dumb, trifecta scree
Bred to be thoroughly perfect in every survival skill, effective until the burden of a woman
Garden of Eden alone, suddenly playin’ house with a lover-mate, a dream breathes in me.

You have the hang of it, apes in a tree, in a cave, under the ground-pound, everybody’s now
Time matches insights unseen as well as the history, all infinite Space both above & below
Hear and then feel the backbeat that moves atoms in synchronic orchestration, sing a song
Wish all wishes came true & boom they do, so you comprehend this, take a hit on the bong.

Harlem and Irving all the way east to The Lake, biggest part of me, the beach & the sand silt
Apparently, I believed I was divinely anointed to trust all mankind, good & bad players skills
All in my one body and soul of 208 bones and a divine spark of a father, son & a holy, l’il boy
You can’t make this scat up, ask the pope & minions of cardinals, bishops, all priests of joy.

Now, later will be to late, present the wisdom fast & furiously, as if you’re runnin’ out of days
Subjects your father breached with the divine, all too human prayers to a mighty unknown
Bits and pieces of fragments, broken headstones from the cemetery of ancestral skull bone
Love rains, love dries up with the last of the snow flow from a solitary mountaintop phase.

At the crossroads now, can’t go back where you came from, nobody can, two ways to go be
Off of the cliff jumping in the vast unknown to meet Fate, face to face, concept annihilation
As it was it will be again, amorphous Void with the attention of star fission and fusion Sin
As if it’s humanity’s fault that a star shines, creates Life and is invisible in omnipotent skin.

You’re like a story that’s got legs, we’re extrapolating into the twilight zone, breeding magic
Without a Cause, without an Effect, wishes work well in stealth, unconsciously right, sick
Successful existence, right here and now, the Way was narrow, right down the middle path
Feel, remember you’re blessed with omnipotence, fear Death’s Pain, you Fool, I am wraith.

Busy bee-buzzing in the hive for what reason? Talk about the overcrowding overpopulation
Not enough honey for every bee in the hive, some need extermination termination & slo gin
Elevation at the highest place on big dirt is the coldest place in the stratosphere near Space
Now you know, everyone else won’t know, you’re alone with not even one punch in the face.

Apes in cages, in zoos, in buildings of cities, towns in every county and barrio, named vulgar
Just an accepted sound of the tongues noise, evil inside of the beholder not the generator
Food for thought flying through eternity with or without me, still consciously aware of it all
Good to freefall, comfortable being alone, a future, no company bred girlfriends, downfall.

So, when you’re ready to know, here’s the Truth, ashes to ASHES and dust to DUST obliges
Nothing more nor less than the Truth, the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita, Book of Lies
Wisdom is knowing you’ll die like your friends do, like the food you eat does before baking
Now and then, you get lucky, feel good the moment you expire, my wish for queen & king.

by the bye

r j j stephan, I (BY JOVE)

c. Dimanche, August XVIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ You have three wishes, wish well, it’s out of our control, drafted this gem while listenin’ to @Ambrosia #YoureTheBiggestPartOfMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XkpbQet-r3Y }

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