Win, Place, Show #Trifecta #InTheGardenOfAllah

TD INSIDE THE GRIDIRON, 22 GUYS HEAD TO HEAD, EXTRA POINT IN A SUDDEN DEATH

Fair balls hit within the park and every bag was full, runs scored to 7
Innings all ended 7-0 until the bottom of the ninth, game tied up at 7
Home team bottom of the 9th, closer pitcher launchin’ junky screwballs
Ball four called & in came the pitcher off the mound, got a new ball.

Spit applied for a wet sinker to drop 3 feet before a home plate bounce
Into the catcher’s jock-cup & bounced off the umpire’s forehead, again
Freedom & independence from a master of this ceremony, drinkin’ beer
Here & now, a place in this time observed with eyes wide open I hear.

Porch dwellers, sittin’ on a swing, layin’ funny jokes on a silent scream
High as you want to be, you’re lookin’ about with your head on a swivel
There are no surprises by a sneak at my rear or at my sides, all swell
Beautiful dreamer, ugly parents cancel out of a nightmare’s daydream.

Bored into mountain until the hole wouldn’t allow a shovel, just TNT
Kickin’ my head in the right place at the right time, I become spent
More in the tank, it’s an infinite supply of Space’s empty air, winning
No reason to expect to lose when the system’s finite, mortal sinning.

Simple and more complex than a snowflake freezing on the ice, son
It’s facts of life, how you intersect with the strangers of the other sex
Knowing of the orgasm, it’s the carrot in front of the jackass’ reason
Logic, assumptions leading to conclusions both irrational, logic of Rex.

Gay being happy without sadness entering the conscious awareness
Mean men, same gender affection, father/son human love, too human
It’s a taste, a smell, sight, sound or a feeling that is soft & smooth
Like the screaming, hysterical voices of the mob, I pulled the tooth.

No more pain or suffering on or off the floor of the House and Senate
Representing paupers is the whole reason for a holy Land of the Free
Home of the brave is the home of the heroes who saved us from hate
Liberty or death for all & all for a single thing, freedom ain’t free to be.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August XXIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Sucked out of the graves of the dead corpses West Side boneyard while jammin’ on #InTheGardenOfAllah @DonHenley @ https://youtu.be/DlWqxTpsrnk?si=1rxKeQoY657c17Sl }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PROZ & #CONZ

FOR WAY BEFORE

For nobody and for nothing, all words of language verbalize the pronouns’ conjunctions

So good that it’s too bad for you & everyone else, the good thing will end with One bang
Creator of your mother’s egg & father’s gamete is the notion that is anthropomorphized
Without reason or rhyme Truth is not only unknown but also never to be, no sun will rise.

No Earth will rotate, wobble & orbit a burning conglomerate of hydrogen & oxygen source
To make the H2O water our herds, our gardens, keep our sea life alive without pollutions
Cork the bottle so we can imbibe the spirit in a moment, it’ll wait until the end of the origin
Infinity not moving at all, it’s a concept of thought, a chimera of character made of friction.

Rubbed together, coming out of the holy place, deep within the thing you & I are, a miracle
Caused by nothing, the mothers of my sisters and brothers didn’t know me well, rung my bell
Outside of the parameters of the vast nest named by a city with bad smells, go figure it out
It’s all about the beat of the vibrations, your foot taps, your shoulder shrugs or head bobs.

Clean vacant mind without the clutter of substantial trivia that never needs recollection
Totally within the form, the shape of the humungous and the miniscule atoms of Tao Zen
As if you know the reason for everything imaginable, slam with that power in a backhand
Sore feelings resulting from disappointment of unreasonable expectations, water & sand.

All there is between your awareness of being alive & the death you experience after death
Is Nothing at all, no atomic mass or any ergs of energy, in the Void or the Black Hole’s single
Piercing the thin veneer of your mothers who engaged your fathers in the revolutionary spin
Forming you & I out of nothing at all but what’s been here from Day One, Earth stood stillin’.

Fine days and dark, freezin’ cold nights due to the rotation & wobble, mother my mama too
My formula was the replacement for the mother’s milk I couldn’t get a hold of, not one teat
Simple to have forgotten all of that, I thought somebody was milkin’ me, my bad, my mistake
Hey, I saw everybody else getting’ the boob once I got older, but I simply skipped it for steak.

No, I wouldn’t kid you, occult formula got me the vitamins & minerals, not mama’s skintight
So, here I am, still above ground at 72, 364 days until 73, hope since there’s nobody to pray to
Above & below this here, right here & now, the priests & nuns found out by now, dead & gone
So far, so good, thin skin breaks the surface to bleed the blue blood, turnin’ red on the cotton.

I remember everything from the first to the last signal I received from Space & Time, Life
As we don’t know it since we’re not dead yet, nobody that died came back to tell the wife
Or the husband, mother, father, sister or brother, not even a best or distant friend’s story
Narration of the good, the bad & the ugly all One and the same thing, Earthbound history.

Olden days when I was old but not yet dead in a hole or fool’s vase of brass & ivory shell dust
Monkeys bribed me & put it all in a holy tabernacle of tears and justice for your big ol’ bust
How do I do what I do when I don’t do it, not knowing I’m doin’ the do, suddenly it’s all done
When I was in shock, I couldn’t be wrong, now I’m as lucid as the origin of the heavenly One.

Quit the defecation & urination by ceasing the swallowing of the Earth, the Wind & the Fire
Beginning right there, you’ll be in shape not to stench the world on your demise upon a wire
Sipping sounds, listening to tastes, feeling the touches I can’t touch, invisibility’s soul song
Highlights of the forgotten events ringing no bells for recollection, just a ding, ding & a dong.

Stardust made for the bible’s collections of deceptions, translated from a holy tower of Babel
Languages used by cosmic, illiterate, uneducated, accidents of nature, an all too human fable
Cradle to the grave, tales told of sorrow & joy until the unknown creeps in, living will forget it
Nobody can dwell on the dead, SKIP it, our own fates, don’t think about it, cuz, I’m the S#it!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 8-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnHold #OnFire #OnYourMothersGrave #FudgeTastesLikeChocolateSugar #WARtheBandplatinumJAZZ