#MakeItHappenSHOCKeveryone #SlowYourRoll #GIJoeJitZoo

SETTING SUN, ONE et DONE

Camels BBQ smoked & LuckyStrikes burnt into the dream, woke up in bed
It all appears out of nowhere, personal, judgement of a shake, rattle & a roll
Higher than the lowest level below the bottom of the barrel of root beer soul
Pumped out of bones & blood everybody left in the womb, y’all go be dead!

Ending before anything ever began, you & me not to mention all of it A to Z
Dark Matter or Light Matter in every case, What’s the Matter when it’s Free
Galaxies full of solar systems’ bent light that curves straight gods-eye smiles
Chilling or burnt by all flashing atomic explosions from a 100 million miles.

As your own soul within your own body will discover, there’s no fear forever
It’s a transitory feeling of facing the unknown things that appear near or far
As long as you & I are a piece of the whole shebang, the ending hasn’t gone
It’s just not here yet, it won’t arrive until your own rigor mortis loses tone.

Ape-like moves, eating & defalcating, coupling & fighting for the high scents
States of Being One or Many, both at the same time if necessary & sufficient
Not for me to say or think out loud about but I will anyway, stickin’ a fork in
Whatever it was before I entered a womb of a mama, it still is, it is oblivion.

Country of imaginary lines’ points of interest, creating acute, obtuse angles
Abstraction of the thoughts of invisible intent & will to the power of angels
Winglessness’ infection of the blood and skeletal unfossilized bones’ funk
At the end you can’t see a thing itself, essence is nothing surreal, gods dunk.

Livers and kidneys just a large part of the all too human infrastructure, it is so
Nevertheless, the turkeys are in the straw just like the song used to sing on LP
At 33 1/3 revolutions around in a circle, every rotation into a shrinking groove
Red or blue sounds into a recording machine, atrophy into magic, play dough.

Writer of an episodic novel, a trilogy of singing, silent nuns & fighting monks
No harm can be done to either, immortally immune to pain & suffering funks
Coming & going into & out of all our consciousnesses require courageous skin
What’s courage but dominance of all encounters, total ingestion of the given.

One life, calm, serene, cyborg and artificial intelligence coming into the power
Of mice and men, in traps to stop their population from growing out of control
DNA & RNA are NOT of this Earth planet, didn’t evolve out of Nothing in Space
#FastWalker good, evil, beautiful & ugly alien UFO pilots is a god-species Face.

Spy vs the Spy high in the sky, invisible to cross-eyed radar, you know nothing
A full house now or then a royal flush, Life evolved on another planet to seize
Life of another god’s planet is able to explore solar systems & entire galaxies
No reason to make First Contact with mankind, because there is no One king.

You all deduce the following conclusions, Time’s timing all dimension doors
Lights of unidentifiable, objective reality appearing on Earth-made monitors
Elevates the satellite pictures monitoring Space, either gods or monsters too
Harbor has Invisible yet mighty in sight, are we exotic food or Fighter of Foo?

Open the secret archive for me, the fee is recall nothing after you know it all
Nevermore walking with the gang or any other fool, just because you got a call
To become the receiver of the transmission, there’s a bad UFO secret, alien I am
Houston or any other Peking or Moscow, covers the holy grail, it’s a Royal Scam!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May XXIst, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Generated while LISTENIN’ & WATCHIN' @MASH LINK @ https://youtu.be/yr8U2qaphuc & audio-recording of @TheTemptations #WhatItIs in a Loopy link @ https://youtu.be/3VgoiUBU86o }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#wHEREicOMEFROM

#HereThereEverywhereButNotAnywhereAtAll #TakeMyWORDupForIt #WORD @KORN

ORDERLY ORDER OF RANDOM CHAOS
X marks the spot of soldiers fighting & dying for a 1st cause of everything ghostly
As if it’s all the rage to be there without being there, in certain, uncertain circles
They surround-sound the gossip as if The Truth is out there, out of earshot’s sin
On the corner, on the block, out of gas and I’m nearly out of time, I’m circling

Force of the One or the Many, either way it gets you because of your fierce sons
It appears that you’re always ready to go a few rounds, for the record, for funds
Beguiled by the way her hips moved, to & fro, a touch of Adam’s inherited gold
Shining and tradable for all things that float boats on seas, 94 billion years old.

One way street or another dead end into the house nobody lived in, except Zen
All mindless up to 20 years old, some twins & sets of quintuplets, mercy, mama
She did the pretend to or not to get off on the act of contrition for Garden Eden
In perfect synchronicity with rhythm and rhyme of kisses in the dark, old papa.

Keeping your eyes on the prize, even if you’re stoned-blind, this here is what it is
Being the best human being you’re able to be, y’all been trained so, y’all freeze
All about the things you do down here on planet Earth, flyin’ with birds & bees
Perfectly in the center of the iris of the eye’s storm, Nothing like my desire’s fizz.

You’re in a dream that came true after you fell asleep in a cloud of opium above
Below Original or mortally venial type of disobedience to Commands & All Rules
Like I’ve always said in the past, before the day I died in hot arms of my true love
Grooved in a circular jerk, hummin’ like a bird ready to dine on the nectar brews.

In peril, still hummin’ like a .409 in a ’57 Chevy, cherry red metalflake radioactive
Chills run through the mother of all my drives on the highways and byways alive
She said, she said she feels like good, in a groove, but you can’t kill a nervous hit
Dreamin’ that you’re stuck inside a sleeping dream state could make you give a…

Apes, insects, growth of the photosynthetic cells of the seeded, cosmic slop It
Neither she nor he, this It may be all there is in reality, past, presence & future
Around and around it goes, like sand through an hour glass, as they say, #2 chit
Urban dank or Blue Dream in a jar, it’s not only all good but also a UFO’s cure.

All things pass from a planet make you fly above your cold-blooded bag of bones
Drifting high or low I move just like you & anyone else who has ever lived Today
Here before or after a Big Bang or the Baby Whimper, I stand up, payback loans
Moved from the start’s get-go, all around the board’s path, it was all One-Way.

Hell burn, watch your step, refusing to have a chess rematch, no chess for you
You didn’t get the message of the drag you are, brainless fool of the deep blue
See what you saw, saw what you seen, t’was nothing all in your own mind’s eye
Third or the blind, stigmatized two above your nose will go blind and then die.

Nothing goin’ on, it’s you creating something from nothing, it’s getting so weary
Tired of the same old, same old thing over and over, you better watch your step
It could be your last one & you’ve no other alternative leap of faith, no fear, si?
Author of scientific behavior to do everything, holy soul is all that I am, the Me.

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Samedhi, May XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @1111 AMPST

{ Segmented the paraphrases while listenin’ to @Bruce_Springsteen #DevilsAndDust link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q & @Sublime #GH link @ https://youtu.be/a9JUX4CElxA }

#GrippedNothingWithoutKnowing #SlideIntoHomeSpikesHigh

AFTERBIRTH BEFORE DEATH, THAT’S LIFE

It’s really about me, all about me, everything that I am, all the winning’s too high

Here and now, there and then we all find ourselves, sooner or later, in a foul mix

Totally outrageous inside and outside of the things themselves, it’s everything too

From fake pictures on the wall to the oven’s baking Witches’ bread, it’s got my six.

House of the homeless homeys who roam Earth without a cause, just babbling

Like a rum-soaked donut hole, eaten three or four at a time, it’s just me blinking

After 7 shots & a beer, there was no way to enter a field of dreams, think dangle

Creeping ever so close to the end of the line that turns a corner on a right angle.

On the fine point of ending the argument, with the freaks who allow a tete a tete

Deduce the only conclusion most probably the likely only final end, to win the bet

The wager was all or nothing, the soul or the mind & there’s no body count at all

It’s a vehicle to represent the function of the divine, cosmic slop in every baseball.

Mountains and valleys to drive through to see the wind blow all men down to hell

Below the stars, above the null and void apes and bananas came down, they fell

Just like the first man and first woman, the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, so

Look, listen, feel around, it’s the smell & taste that gets you, lips together & blow!

Q’s devils and cosmic dust fell down from the Void into the orbit of the moonshine

It tripped on the light fantastic and ended the nights’ mares, made everything GA

It’s all good because Nothing is bad & that’s all that is Evil, Nothing man, zip, nada

Danger at the edge without any hole to fall into, I heard it through the grapevine.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 5-18-2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Drafted in total silence except for the buzzing in my ears, then listenin’ to some @Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

YOU GET OLD, DUDE...COMEON OL' POPS, GET A PAIR!