#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

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

#CapIt #FirstCause

SERVING EVERYONE IN THE CAVE, CAN’T HIDE THE INVISIBLE

Devils stole the mink and the king-sized beds in the dark caves by the mountain high
What you don’t know won’t hurt you, by the time you find out, you sacrifice to the sky
Every time and every place we all come and go in Space, here and now, then it’s all over
Caput, down underground or DNA ash in a vase called something you got to keep, a blur.

Seen and disappeared in a small point that couldn’t be made, fell back into a swell dream
Out of my control, I’m asleep & the causes are out of my control, I deal with the effective
Which come & disappear as quickly as Jack jumpin’ over candlesticks, I ain’t even lyin’, son
Serve somebody like the Lord, Christian God, Ala, Budda, Zoroaster or some alien Persian.

You know this and that from the fact of life that you haven’t impregnated any eggs in wombs
Whiskey and milk drank by mistake, just because the child wanted to drink the sweet highballs
Inebriated without the devil knowing it was true, whiskey ice cubes, pushin’ bodies out, shoot
Scattered your brains into the bucket whether you liked it or not, now it’s too late, you’re caput.

Stay with me on the path as I speak with a forked tongue, long-knives as my grandfathers died
Moving from East to the West or South to the North, either way, every way, stealing the silk hide
Buffalo and indigenous population of a King’s & Queen’s size, particles in theory, vaporized tribe
You are the know it all, who knows it all which is everything nobody else knows, your top secret.

Slip of the tongue allows the words of Mum, a string of pearls that nobody ever sees or wears
Like the song, “Just Because,” You’ve Got To Serve Somebody, get used to it, one choice dares
Completely a circular jerk in fond ponds of your babies and mothers of your sisters, hero Bobby
Getting the effects precisely as bribed to grease the gears, here & there, at will or in Hell’s lobby.

WTF are you referring to as above, so below, you mean that the human & divine are all identical
Lucky you’re not immortal. being an ignorant moronic idiot 100% of the Time in antisocial dome
This here & that there, all atoms from nucleus to galactic, atomic trash, like your diploma PhDs
Hot mess, you are ignorant of the heat, like a frog in a tepid pot of H2O turnin’ to boil-freeze.

Play the games with rules written on the empty boxes, unknown to discovery, holy scat dumps
All over the world, like grace & sin for the karma pretending to pay it forward to the chumps
Our ancestors may or may not be legitimate DNA donors, yet they’ve come & gone for good
Left writing on cave walls, on stone tablets Hieroglyphic pictograph hand wrote, scribble mood.

Much time on their hands in the early cave, pre-Adama Eve, made up the whole story, occult
Leave it right there, unknown propositional logic from Aristotle, Plato & women in a holy cage
Soul’s love is so pitiful, poor & ignorant, it’s not their fault they’ve inherited inferior RNA, as it is
No matter which way you go, you’ll serve somebody, your clan or daughters’ sons, Kool Aid fizz.

Lights off when it’s the Last Call, might be 2 AM at the edge of town, Jersey or La Jolla, SoCalie
Lights out every night, except your last night, my last night, everybody gets just One, you’ll see
Make out right, get even with Karma, blow through the solar system out to the Singularity Sin
At the bottom of the dark star, middle of the bullseye, in a trance with destiny, #Jimmy’s the Jin

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER XXI^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BobDylan #GonnaHaveToServeSomebody #TheDevilOrTheLaw on a youTube loop, link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU?si=jQGObaf1qmio6uT0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RiffRaff #ACDC #WakeUPTheWokeBeforeTheWake #JumpForMyLove

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 A put-on for atomic mass

A-Team of warrior classes assembled in the backwoods’ tundra, all unholy jailbait
Ex-con defensive offense in state gaol, heads spinnin’ aggression only to annihilate
Feel it, antennae eject out of the bones’ mutation from 1951’s afterbirth placenta
Uneaten, simply disposed of my origin’s fuel for my mother’s milk, dried formula.

What you could never know since the Word cannot be read or said, an idiot rubric
Cube of six-sided dots and scratches, a die that rolls with another to complete dice
Got a pair in my deep pocket, awaiting inevitable production of bully fear put-ons
Comin’ out the clouds, down the mountain through foothills to a valley, my sons.

Daughters all got their heads spinnin’ before they hit thirteen, bleed on paradise
Making something out of nothing but a spurt or jazz puddle playin’ all snake eyes
Move slow into a snake pit, look around for all exits, drink nothing in glass or can
Journey about Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter over 3 times 20 & 10, I’m Man.

No hiding out on your mothers and sisters, they know it all, can’t hide the power
Extinction and survival all in the hands of the ladies, not the gentlemen, no peers
History amendments and policy adjustments pending variable presentations of Id
Inner persons who appeared like magic after their conceptions, turned @TheS#it.

You are living in front of the band, being the face of the put-on, it’s no joke, reality
I, messenger & like superman, can’t be shot with lead, stabbed by plastic or metal
From skull to heels, my function is to keep Soul alive, survive in scum of swamps
Could be both here, there & everywhere else, seen & invisible to eyes of chumps.

Inability to move your know-it-all elder funk, from the pure, clear light of the gods
You & I know it deep within, denied the peripheral congregation’s head spinning
Clearly the One’s fog has lifted shyt into the-know-it-all phase of divinity’s dump
Follow me to this cliff, you’re dressed to kill but all you’ve got to do is, just JUMP!

Hunks of dreams between the awake, the woke & the drones of a Rio Linda dump
Drink something now, hurry up, drink your ale, beer, spirits stuck up in your rump
New York brought you to the final ending of your Finale, don’t hide, I got you, Jill!
Yelling, screaming like the unborn about to be aborted, you’re 60, dressed to kill!

 by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XX, MMXXIV @ 911 AMPST

{ Copied this out of Our Minds’ eyes, I got two of ‘em, nobody else does, I’m the only one, livin’ in Funk with @TheWho at the #HideOut #ThePutOn finished the touch while jammin’ to @TheWho #EminenceFront link @ https://youtu.be/rx6Zgz0TZuA }

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