#GrimReaperDoomExtinctionOfBeing #SKEERT

MATTERS OF TIME, ESCAPING one WAY OF THE HERD 

I shall criticize the babies of the beast for the reading one who wants liberty

In a way, if you think you have it even if you don't it's nearly tough enough

To get through from this to the other end of the spectrum, the red or blue

Enough of them mathematical formulas to predict the outcome, huff or puff.

Models & the cosmic dust of life, death & other forms of being One & done

At the end of the dream or the Way as you call it, appears a master's drone

I mean out of nowhere man, like a chimera or a banshee or a Spirits' blokes

Getting in & out of The Way, mindblown bong hittin' nine Kryptonitic tokes.

Dying then returning without a recollection of the plethora's appearance

It's the nature of the philosophy and thrust of humanity, hell I don't care

Around my neck with a noose I can't get loose, as I lie dyin', gaspin' for air

Slapped the horse on the ass & I hung up like a hanger, swingin' nonsense.

What good did the murders & bank's synchronization of golden fetal funds

Hit, kick and throw the ball around a field of dreams until the dugout x-buns

Burn & turn over a new leaf ad infinitum until allstars all fade away godsons

I'm what you thought you were, what we always was & will be, 4 megatons.

Assuming you're not an idiot or a moron but an upstanding citizen of a clan

Can't be a bitchin' good time for everybody but I can have One good timer

It goes off on the right and wrong tango in Paris or Sacramento, I am a con

Confidence is what it's all about when you have Nothing but YOU baby son.

Daughters of Eve and Teri move the holy spirit into the middle path's losses

At the end, in the end, finale is all about the dream you just finished in bone

You are here & now and sooner or later, it's a sure bet you're gonna be One

From two, came hills of mouth breathers, backed-off MY god's, woe is me!

The #Kicks that got harder to find since my people were kickin' it... all dyin'

One by one, they all left me here all alone, somebody's got to be the sighing

My job & only mine, gathered the helping hands at ringin' bells we've rung

#WOKENESS merely a planetary treason's GOD, 1 hot star tuned to be sung!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  September 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Drafted repeating @MariahCarey #AlwaysBeMyBaby on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yKoFLmWi2do }

FUBAR

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoTimeForSeargents #TheyDontCareAboutUs #MichaelJacksonRockin'

TUESDAYS ARE WEAK, MARDI GRAS ATOP OF AN 'OL ZAMBONI, #WOKE

Amazing grace's power end-all of the journey from here to eternity, you know what we mean?

It's the nature of the ignorant beast to go home in a cage & believe it's too free, i gotta be me

Yet, it ain't free, that's the way it is, I didn't create the Matrix, just reporting the fax, yeah man

Nothing to do with the actual nature of The Beast, a Truth so raw, double standard trauma tan.

With a forked tongue planted firmly in my rosy red cheek, i have one subtly bleeding by a byte

Predication allowed in one of ear & out of the other one, allowing It, Nothing to remain in tact

In a minor way, it's your own personal supernova path to the singularity, where the gods reside

Not my idea, don't shoot a FedEx courier, I'm gonna trace the package itself to the original hide.

Now then, being in two places at one time is impossible so, excuse me while I kiss a smoky joke

All on me, man, in God's forest ignition-fire consumed California gold, 1st nativity of God's head

Department of Forestry's boss, WE all are the First Cause bluetip scent of Ohio ice, scared in bed

No dreams, a daymare of epic proportions, consuming the sticks and foliage into Spirit's smoke.

Winning's all you've got to keep your intent upon, you know it all & you're no bull's spunk y'all

Simmering on the back burner because you've got cake bakin' in the oven, it'll all be done oncall

Your Time is up when it's up, nothing to do with the reporter bringing up the Truth's subjectivity

It ain't my fault your mother and father provided your entry, deal with it, own it, it's all your Chi.

Knocked out due to a shocking interruption of your verve, your a oneness blown out of us, me

In no way, shape or form comes the thing that isn't anything at all, it's a conscious Thing's Ends

False statements lead to invalid conclusions, the assumptions you die before you wear Depends

Orphans off to war, killin' another, atrophy of the genome, an extinction of species' Green Tea.

I've been here and I've done that with and without you since day One and I'll remain deadlinked

Other than that, it's how I would roll if I could actually roll in a #Rolls but all I got is a new sink

Inherited from my father in heaven, the DNA split in two between he & a virgin's roe incubation

Being before an atom imprisons an essence of Oneness, hidden 'til death or enlightened vision.

Green and purple are better together, against the background of void blackness, all is so dandy

Enfolded the grim reaper's job little by little but it scared the brave men paralyzed by eye candy

Desire and an ignorant want of being understood by the minions who are not worthy of Words

Either it's a random notion that appears from cosmic dust, paradise of fiddlesticks & idiot herds.

In search of miraculous happenings, much more than one actually sees, beyond war's love, see

I don't wish anything other than the very best to the good, the bad and the ugly, all of us to be

In my own way which may not be your way, that's the way it is, the way it goes, gotta be things

If not you then who would it be, UFO aliens?  Come on man, we got lucky, we die when we die.

Shallow and still feckless after the centuries and millennia of shootin' for the stars' plethora tin

Enclosed into the database's retrieval speed, responding to the incomin' and outgoin' daily gin

Drunken spirit wiggling a ghost's hardtail to prove that the impossible is just a tweet of a bloke

Thrills to know The End, the Truth's insurrection, a moment shared, logon! Zamboni, the Woke.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, August XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini #FarLeft #NearRight #RebellionOfTheWOKE

{ Drafted inbred, jammin' @ZZTop #ColdAfterTheRain link @ https://youtu.be/NmCg2-ea1K0 }

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#DONNAdontKNOWanything #WheresWaldoThough ? #GotNoSecretsFromMyPsyche

GENTILES STREAM 3-D CHESS ALONG, ROWIN' A BOAT

Finding your guns are all unloaded is one way to find Truths hidden by the wall of fog

Bombs away to you and yours, you paid to explode the ground you walk and bleed on

For better or worse you can kiss my ain't that something, a tasty trick or badass treat

Compared to the origin of life the extinction of it is a no brainer, you live deal the flack

It is what it is and it's not what will never be, no free choice of freemen, it's in the stars

No linguistic certainty with you and I, I am amazed you can even walk & talk smack jack.

In the whole scheme of things, you can always run home to mama if she lets you up down

Keep keepin' on the same road traveled by the many since splitting from the mighty One

Manfred or Penelope run rampant among the stars' Earths progressing into the stardust

Where and When is not as important as the How and Why, that's the million buck quest.

You and I somehow have decided to be and avoid the not to be, fearing, all inevitably

A dream in a dream no more, only reality of awareness, of being without any body bag

To hold dear & cherish forever a moment granted to unworthy sap of a knowledge tree

Cement shoes an acid trip to the bottom of a riverbend's eddy, fish wonder why not me!

I took a poll & found a dream within another dream is the Void of me & devoid of me

Being two or more, a duplicated copy of the One is all it's cracked up to be or not to be

Question remains begged, answers from reason and logic formulate the thing itself, kiss

The sky or the lips of the loved, both One and the same, insanity of solitude, it's obvious.

Penetrate the clouds of nine and the rest of the perpetual blues machines comin' clean

Up front and personal as it should be, as it always was in fact, before you became mean

You recollect those days my friend?  I know you thought they'd never end, world stopped

A day we'll gasp friendly finales, returned to rock's dirt, after the sweet roll, gods be dead!

Perish the thought that you'd be using me just for the nights to run, about to be the float

Just kept up rowing the boat, sang it a million times give or take, go row your own boat!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 hours

{ Drafted in the vacuum of a four-cornered room's Void, airless & breathless while listenin' to COMEDY of a ROBOT link @ https://youtu.be/s6e68f8NSEs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?