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Sunday, May 12, 2024

Filibuster P's & Q's @Loggins #ImAlright & LIVE "Last Night" @SatrianiVai #Concerto

ANOMALY FOR BLOWN UFO SHRAPNEL
Reality is just what you see if you’re blind, it’s a matter of being at One with the sources
Ideals & many unsatisfactory results from First Cause’s effects on the dinosaur nests
No place in a UFO race, all too human as we all once were, first utterance of an ‘Ugh’
Gloria, spelled any other way remains identical, hosannas on the highest hu-man/bug.

Primary to tertiary playin’ the drums and the juice harp, harmonica & concertina too] her
Preview of the narrow way going to the ending without a map, able & willing to fight you
For a prize there at the end of the lies’ & hoodlum fabrications of Truth, so cold ice blue
Vaccinated for the duration of the tokin’ in the oxy-nitro-hydroxide, assimilated adapter.

Common denominator comes over the number One & remains the same, it’s indubitable
Nobody can deny the conclusion if the identical premises are assumed, ringin’ a holy bell
In or out of the books full of verbatims of dead philosophers & ladies of holy knights’ grail
Final gasp in your face, headed to your blood via lungs, up to your brain-dead mind’s hell.

All lost in Space without a trace, without a clue or pathway to the way to go, one crossroad
Nothing behind, to the sides’ ways, North, South, East & West allstars inherited daddy-load
I’m playin’ you for a fool, not because I can make you change but your true color’s unhappy
What you are, who you’ve related your life to, friends, foes & strangers pluggin’ Dam Skippy!

Hair of the dog is all in my head, my throat inside my neck down to my lead belly’s snake pit
Killing performance for bravo applause with the encore from the mothers who invented chit
Means to the Ends are all justified for survival of the Self, the only One that matters, it’s You
Nobody else is as important as you & your Ego, it’s the same for everybody, code DNA mu.

Fish I hate to smell, hate to eat & crush the bones of the tiny sardines and minnows of seas
Lucky to be alive for a minute, no need to allow freedom to annihilate, be all powers that be
Beat the heart, beat the drums & cymbals of the set, shake the stage until the final co-exit
Then it will be alright, the only time for a mystery to be known, your God, your dad, he did it!

What is next after this thing itself’s trip on Earth? Not even in the lingo’s lexicon, LSD trip
You and Dr. Timothy Leary could explain the narrow synapses roles in the DNA cell’s tip
Monkeys in paradise quite the animated quest for food, sex & a safe place to crash & chit
Apes can’t tell it’s their image in the looking glass, they fear the hairy checkmate moves It.

Once the clear & present danger is identified as nothing but the one you identify with to live
Just One, neither a split of one into two or more nor a zero count between negative-positive
Playin’ beats of songs I’m singin’ words that mean some mystery is a clear & present tease
Jive flowin’ like a river downstream from the lakes & mountaintop pools, peaks to valleys.

Fished the lakes empty, rivers don’t have the fish spawn and runs form the hatchery sea
Just the land stinkin’ animated ones, killed then fired up to BBQ degrees, nothing’s free
You had to murder the suspect to eat it, saying the meal was succulent or not, point moot
In court or off court floors and benches, judgements and shots made, Adam’s apple fruit.

Being good, bad and ugly isn’t always easy but it’s the nature of this beast, all too human
From the gamete to the corpse, it’s a matter of Time in Space for no reason other than luck
To be or not to be is not your choice, random chaos wins the day, heroes fall to rigor mortis
Nothing you can do, just know it’s comin’ because it may be any moment, but You got this!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ I’m alright, nobody worry ‘bout me… @KennyLoggins on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtqMnf23NTI }

F I N I S

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Saturday, May 11, 2024

Coppers HICCUP again and again ad infinitum UFO identified

NOBODY ANYWHERE SEES WHAT IS INVISIBLE

*AllTooHumanKingdom*

God’s got monster humor deep within the mind’s eye of a hole-spirit
I plaid with the blocks and built what needed gravity to pull it on down
Mystery I left behind on the block in the second city from a Big Apple
Fought for dreams in heaven that dropped to the coffee grounded hill.

Points of your head and your idiot sensations of a moron, idiot or fool
Now, finally aware that your parental supervision was lacking survival
 No skill taught too young, uncool to be a square in a triangular circle
Boiling hot or rock-hard frozen ice, all nature of a fool’s cess’ pool.

Consume & defecate, once you’re free from a womb until a deathbed
You’re intellectual curiosity satisfied once rigor mortis sets you dead
Ego or personality that expressed your presence, dissolved in the air
My love, a lack of care for Life on Earth, existence as such, orphaned.

Humming like a bird’s rapid beating wings, my engine is primed to act
In a play, a game, for reality is nothing but that, it’s a phenomenal fact
Allies turn into preposterous enemies, sons & daughters of all heroes
Courtesy motors, courtesy groceries all just hand-outs for bold foes.

Complicated mess of ordering things from atom to heavenly bodies
Washed, scrubbed clean of bacteria and viral infections clinging fleas
Shame on you, shame on me, shame on the first & the last of the free
Kites flyin’ and the lead is heavier than a ton of rock and rolling glee.

Must leave on a last gasp, gone not forgotten, just way gone, far away
Mighty fog covering the Truth, a necessary & sufficient argument ploy
To be or not to be in peace between wars, fun playing good vibrations
Opportunity knocks if you arrest your attention upon mortal godsons.

Barter your days & nights without your last confession, don’t speak it
Word that sounds like O & M in a drawn-out hum until it all rattles spit
In or out of rattlesnakes’ seven holes, eyes, ears & lips, two too much
Pens and stylus incursive scribbles on paper-thin 8x12 such & such.

Colors to the colorblind are the spelling and sound of words, B&W TV
Everywhere you see, if you’re colorblind is all there is of this worldly
 Things themselves in one form or another, micro-macroscopic pixels
Apes maintaining it, grooming enhanced survival of the stinkin’ hells.

Without soap and water, without the cover-up anti-fish bobber floats
We’d all be alone in our own odorific scent that nobody can ever feel
Between sheets or in a million permutations of the screws & lug bolts
You sleep, dream & you gotta roll with the tires & a quicksilver wheel.

That being said, whatever it was I can’t recall, a moment in time heals
Who knows why Earth of the sun’s solar system revolves in orbitals
Ideals come & go with the weather which is annoying yet quite quaint
Monsters ghost you in your bed, they’re in your head, all-woke saint.

Monument tower above the babbling people who can’t get along well
Extinction of the species requires existence, and that ship has sailed
What we have here’s a failure to express the meaning of decrepit dead
At one point, all points bulletin repeats ad infinitum, rings Hell’s Bell.

Looking glass mirror shattered into a million pieces, puzzled far apart
From the original One image into a mirage of two failed sacred hearts
Then from two, a geometric progression up to a zillion bytes of charm
Subatomic free radicals open the door, here we come, we mean harm!


by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XI, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Keep your hat on, dribbled out while jammin’ to #VanillaFudge #KeepMeHanginOn link @  https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=uape6ko1TpR1nbYi }

F I N I S

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Thursday, May 09, 2024

GO FLY A KITE FLYGUY

GLORY DAYS, HIGH GLAZE-DAZE

Pulling a rabbit out of my top hat isn’t the absolute first time I’ve tricked the fools
Wants and urgent needs have no necessity in the fusion & fission of the holy tools
Bloody liquid turns into a scab once it leaks into the open air & bleeds it out hot
Leaving the organs and bones cold as ice and in decrepit mode, God’s best shot.

Pears and pomegranates in the baked pies coolin’ down on the windowsill & I’m all
Meaning I don’t have anything to say because I’m rhetorically insufficient to play ball
Up the Hudson or down the Mississippi, I’m in the mode to signify the Dozens’ corners
In the end, exit door swings open to let me into a sacred hole that nobody else enters.

Fuel burnt to move the animation from frame to frame, present to past, creepy lapses
Reality of curve and speed balls getting’ tagged with deep wood to the bleacher’s pass
Far left or far left, even deep center, feat to complete the four banger was a cake walk
Caught Babe, Roger, Mickey & Casey at bat that last inning, in bottom of the ninth talk.

In the end, it was just like the first time, the wood sinks the unseen fastball, no label
Sailing so far, I couldn’t track it’s distance and landing, I just knew it was out the park
There will be no others, this one was all in my mind in the first place, had no A-power
Explains no scouts at my little league all star game, just a bunch of moms down lower.

Miracles happen only if there’s no cause to initiate the follow up effect, spontaneous C
It moves it all from the alpha to the omega, outside the cosmic hole, a God can’t see
Could have if I would have but I didn’t and I knew I wouldn’t follow the ten commands
I lied right off of the bat, the other nine would fall like all dominos & hourglass sands.

Queens birthed the princes and the paupers; they lived up the block with their warden
Split ends on both sides stretching infinity into a delicious, loosen nuts from all bolts
Dreaming about escaping from prison you’ve been locked up in, your neighborhood sin
Horses pulling the stagecoach up from Virginia into a New York state of mind Autumn.

Blind belief and a baseless hope for all too human beings of compassionate Charity
You’ve met them, you’re related to them and befriended some of them, in perpetuity
Feckless without a limit, without remorse that nobody has any recourse, romance sin
Having sugar babies who grow into men and women who fought the law & stars of tin.

Malfunctions of our calculus is abstract, we are notions in the garden nobody tended
Stuck on the other side of the other side, until it’s too late to be so damned offended
Imagine perfect zero, perfect one and everything else, essence of the whole shebang
Reality exposed and it’s skintight, dream fades & you’re fading to black, bang, bang.

by
r j j stephan, i


c. Jeudi, May IXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 840 PMPST

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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