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WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

by

richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

Blues Goin' Oopsy Daisy #CryBabiesGetNothingSpecial #ElvisHITS #SpringsteenHitterOne @HarrysPlace @MASK3PreviewlMOVIE

FOOLS, DEADBEATS &

YO’ MAMAS

Babies cry before being born, I hear the wails of their tears, they are the ghosts

Who leaves the historical records of the deeds and philosophies of twitter posts

Beggin’ on two knees for no good reason other than to get the matter of energy

Love and the absolute nothingness of the Void, wave goodbye, now you’ll see.

Happiness and the lack of it is the sadness, daily, annually & until the stars fall

It’s all we need and all we want, being the happy face inside and out, heart flip

Charms and appearances get the gist of the whole shebang, survive as the fit

Attracting the origin to the destination egg of the being, it’s the thrust of all s#it.

Future from Past yielding the momentary Presence, mindful of the skull’s bones

Counting and conglomerating the letters and numbers, divide and round ‘em up

A quotient & product remain all that controls the minions, move iHeart’s iPhones

In the pink yet out of the wild blue yonder, at Mach speed three in a China teacup.

Hats on & hands off the things that feel soft or hard, dry or slippery when slick wet

Teddy bears don’t want to be anybody’s tiger or lion, you can’t love them enough, so

It’s what I am, your teddy bear on your tight hugs keeps me warm and tough enough

Missed the Time & Space one minute after I died, beat to death, starved the holy life.

Dreaming this right now, you are too but you don’t realize it, thinking reality is all real

When it’s the fiction of the illusion that you & I are present, revolving, copping a feel

That I am an angry old man is the Truth until the end of Time, it’s my best lethal blow

Feel me? See me? You’ll never taste or smell me, no hearin’ me comin’, my little bro.

Care as much as you can as you drown and run out of air to breathe, drunk on the H2O

Down the throat and into the stomach and lungs until the verve ceases, God won’t flow

It’s all to be or not to be, question & answer get my full attention, I don’t wanna be trite

Hence, time runs out but not before it’s too late to share conscious thought or fly a kite.

After it’s too all late to influence the Presence of the entire world, then on you’ll posit goons

Only you’ll know then because only one person at a time is allowed to immerse in deep chit

Because you believed without proof, what you thought was true was false new blue moons

The brides and grooms roll the RNA strands into hot stars of this Earth’s mud and filthy dirt.

Changing your mind from innocence into inherited guilt that sore losers distribute, it’s done

By the time you’re seventeen, give or take a year or two, maturity bites y’all in the rear end

It mocks the teachers who pretended that wisdom was theirs when it was just an illusion

Now it’s here, they’re all gone now but I’m mule-kickin’ in the barn to rules that don’t bend.

Last names sort out the family from the random Charlies & Sherries as it should be forever

Reason why granite stone bears a name & years of the soul departed in a 111-degree fever

It is because it’s the only immortal reference to the thing itself, heaven above our two feet

Below our two feet is the apparent six feet under trek, to wait on the end of the world shyt.

A long time it will be just as a long time it’s been since the Original Big Bang of hot neutrons

Neutrinos left over to show nothing but dead air ‘tween dead things, speed of light velocity

Sound of silence without music or speeches on the nature of being stuck without an entity

Knowing humans live & die, I’m one of them, for whom I live & die, my daughters & godsons.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Freezember XXIXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 3:00 PMPST

{ Synched this piece to @Elvis_Pressley #ElvisGoldRecordsVolume4 from 1968 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ElviS

sTRANGER things?