#Birch #Boredom #Oak #Eternal #RightHereItIsRightNow

LOVED THAT GIRL, SHE LOVED ME TOO, SHE’S A GONER

You got wisdom instead in and out of beds of holy women seeking to get seminal 12 blue months
Earth’s wobble as the 3rd bit of rock from the star we call Sun and The One, without it, we’re all dead
Like a stone, a rock or a flying bag of carbon, oxygen & nitrogen Congo con job of the best & brightest
Hummin’ down freeways and turnpikes with those jettison machines, speed kills the quickest & best.

Not here to be here and then leave without a peep, without one word up from the grave digger’s spade
Monkeys, aping the the things unseen by men, pretending a UFO ain’t a known One, checking on a Fade
Atop of the blackhead or whitehead, souls set free like ships sailin’ on the deep, blue sea without rudder
No love shadows mine, it’s all chit that exists, without me, without you, without us, it’s gone, way gone.

Got bent like my mother and father, not from the east or west coasts of the USA, Dank z undercover spy
Like the winds and waters, I blew it and I wet it to get some action, like Northern lights of southern high
Bums and junkies will always be the way of the morons and idiots who don’t know the Truth about gods
They came because they could, ethically sound, morally upright, philosopher getting’ jiggy with a stone.

Bored of being on the Board and l in a retrograde slide from circling in two points of view, one Singularity
For you and I, it’s the final call the bartender shouts, #LastCall of the last detail, bury or burn, lost at sea
Demons swimmin’ around in a dream state of amnesia, unknown doom headed downtown & upriver too
Nothing is exempt & nothing is what it is, hence it is exempt from Life, Death and infinity’s dreaded crew.

Preconceived a notion & then it materialized for the minions among us, the herd moved to happy place
It ain’t my fault, I’m not accepting the credit nor the blame for the way it is, that’s just the way it all goes
When the lights of your conscious mind go out, you’ll be in the dark just like the first dark room’s womb
Dust storm and then a vacuum, between the sheets and orgasm let the wild horses loose in this tomb.

 
Where the grand parents dropped off the kids on the corner by the clowns and jokers of God
Leftover funny humans, no joke, nobody’s sorry that it happened, it just did what all gods do
Create everything and then leave the scene as if you expected to always be the ‘X’ unknown
Now, present, in the past and in the future at one and the same moment, the secret’s blown.

Punks moving the pages and shooting the guns, killing the words and the babies of humanity’s
Daze is complete now, sleeping forever and no wake up calls or strawberry alarm clock ditties
Perfectly round, triangular angles in 45 degrees of Isosceles, isotopes in the fission of infusion
Soul free, animated bones are picked clean from the BBQ, rest of my life is just a cool breeze.

Rested at rest, dissolved into the matrix of Earth, Fire & the invisible Wind effect of The Spin
It stops and it starts at the one with the Will To Power, that’s me if you didn’t wanna party on
Funk and stench of the dying life, wakes up the dead to retrieve the leftovers, nail the coffin
Moms dead and gone, dads not certain of conceived DNA code and here I am, a mortal sin.

Come on man, don’t give me the stink-eye or the minions’ middle finger sign of the high IQ’s
Higher than underground and deeper than the stratospheric ions of quarks and a gods eye blues
To die for or to live forever, choices of a fool and her junky tools of retrospection gone askew
Love the hate, metabolize it and it fuels the justice to the Word, ink of type is forever sky blue.

While you wait, you get clean and then you run with the other bulls, lookin’ for the release
Of the spunk and funk accumulated out of the finite infinity allowed to sit right next to me
Wild east, west, north and south, always moving toward the sunset, toward the sunrise hot
Burn it all up, a fireman's substance, philosophy & nature of things, zero, dot dot dot . . .

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 2-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

Funk The Fear Itself #SometimesWeCry500times

GOT THE NERVE, TIME OUT @DILBERT IN YO’ HEAD’S SPACE

As I lie about laying in the death bed of the dead who died before me, it’s just nothing to see here
Nothing to worry about for you and yours, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers & all the Holy Names
Reason is your mind won’t make it past a final gasp of air you take out of the Ether’s 6 pack of beer
Hops and barley ground and leaked from a Chinese laboratory or eating of swine & rats & reindeer.

Chopped into the tiny subatomic and invisible to the human eye, not the microscope or telescope
Distortion is not the way to be happy for the rest of your life, on the other hand just smoke dope
Choice of freedom or indentured servitude, ask any boy or girl, any man or woman, any ol’ body
Even though the strong survive a conflict, Nothing alive lives forever, ain’t no soul of immortality.

What there is may be everything you sense, eyes, ears, mouth, nose and the misery associated
On top or at the bottom of the pile of scat leftover by the powers that be in tombs of the dead
Everything between the two extremes will atrophy and in a matter of epochs will show and tell
Gold & silver spoons’ old money, inherited by the first to come, Soy-lent Green is all the people.

Monkeys and the people who appear related but apparent heirs to the Big Bang original sin
Given a last chance to be good and not evil, somebody chose to make a new rule, a law of kin
You know the definition of self-defense so you must follow that one certainty or else, caput
If you don’t live then the world as you know it will not exist any further, no output or input.

 
Robots ain’t humanity, get over the mortality sooner than later, all good for the goose & gander
Park your Tesla car in Harvard’s backyard and fly your Leer jets into Monterey or way up yonder
Peer pressure is the least unimportant and most effective pressure other than the fear of death
Threats of loved ones works which ones you love and which ones you don’t know, take a breath.

There is a common ground, below or above the plane of the planet, inner or outer Space’ reaper
Grim not so much but the Ends of Everything, now that’s really Something, timing is everything
Sins are wonderful from the point of view of dead men & women who had to play with our mind
Talking big sisters, little brothers, matricidal and patricidal tide of fighting to death, Truth to find.

Sensitive kind or as hard as brass nickels in a cash register, every thin g melds in a menudo finale
Blackness blocks out the light of Truth, black is the absence of light, ultraviolet to infrared Big Sur
Simply more complex than any ability I’ve gleaned from seven decades, Life is a girl called Corazon
Santana played the music that moved the 208 bones to and fro, head back & forth, aye, aye amour.

Too much to see & not enough remembered of what was seen as the present, now just the past
Wrinkles and creases in the recollections, filled in lines blanks with the best BS to be all my best
Onto the fourth dimensional chess game with rules made up as you move, mutate each strategy
On a checkmate, I’ll have to hit the road, I’ll have to go, No Mas, mi amigo, losers for a peso, see?

As it has always been before you & I arrived to perish the preconceptions and high-brow talkin’
Like you’re the Marx brothers, Groucho, Harpo, Karlo, Zeppo, Gummo & Chico, hey, who is @Karlo
Oh that marks the spot where the comedy turns into the narrative of those with no grasp of humor
Not that everything is ph’qqn’ hilarious, but you’ve got to admit, life is a series of all good smokin’.

Punches are all about the Timing, the Timing is everything, pause or continue my blokes’ gangs
Always dreamin of sharin’ the days and nights with the love I cannot live without, sung songs
Of rhythm and the blues that follow the rules of the road, the facts of life and the lucky draws
Not much we have to do with the outcome, it’s directed from the, Nothing as the crow caws.

In the deep pool, at the bottom where nothing can see nor be seen by the swallowing goldfish
Monkeys and the four-legged things and X=forms of the menagerie all coalesce a dinner dish
Peak just below the end of the lines where the brave men feared to go, ALL was much too high
A climb would cause a tumble and deadly fall to the ground of being, all jealousy that I can fly.

Late show as hard to come into view as the past 24 hours you’ve already purged, mind shrunk
Into the things without mass, the energy angels of the good and the wicked jokers of the funk
Created from a thought, an idea just a phantasm of the light in the pure darkness of the Fight
Impersonal black is black, I want my baby back, like the song we heard, Remember the Night.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #HappyBirthdayDaddio 2-27-1927 – infinity
{ Jammed this out listenin’ to #MARIA by #BWStevenson link @ https://youtu.be/mAQlg2qSR2w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AbsurdDataSentToPlanetEarth #StopCorruptionOfDATA #SpellTRILLIONS #SolarProbe

AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN,  FOREVER OUTSIDE THE INSIDERS

Saturn devours it’s own rings and has no waste, eating with no out house dumpster garbage
It’s nothing personal that your parental influence were plastic diaper changers, olden daze
When the toilet water was both the waste water inside of the louver but a hole down below
If you live inside of the holy outhouse, your judgement is flawed and a ticket to extinction, go!

Whether you like it or not, you’re either on a moon of a planet, a star’s system or galaxy Void
Highly unlikely that you’ll ever know that your portion of the universe is everything, you android
Nothing personal, DNA does what it does, you do what you because of the random program’s @pi
3.14 is indeed the key to the lock of the secret, invisible door behind the infinite’s truthful, big lie.

Giants and midgets have nothing to do with anything other than your dream states of mind
Making the details more clear for the near-sighted who find the impossible watermelon rind
On the table, on the plate & down the gullet where it’s metabolized into the mortality scree
Body of 208 bones and the spirit’s subatomic force is what I am, what I was & always will be.

Castle’s magic between the empty space’s equation e=mC2 slivers and chunks of the demigods
Big Bangs and Plasma Technology fill the holy spirits’ of science and philosophy, theoretic clods
Trampling on the facts of life that your father never knew because no grandfather ever shed light
Upon the First Cause of the sensory perception between two ears of the skull & crackin' bones.

Carbon Monoxide & Dihydrogen oxide and Stephan’s quintet of Neptune’s dark region, Triton’s breach
Where the journey began through pre-civilization and it’s implant dissolved into the mud and blood
Not to mention the beer, the ale and the spirits in bottles, cans, glasses, mugs, steins in the ‘hood
Where your mother, baby brother and big sister didn’t even know your father yet he came to teach.

Inside of the DNA and RNA they carry within every single cell of their Self they call a name, Word up
From underneath the dirt buried over the ancestral bones and blood & underneath the sailor’s sails
Neither Paul Bunyan nor Davy Jones were for real, they are legends to learn from the fictional tales
Rising up above everything you’ve known, preconceived notion of Stephan’s Quintet, it’s a full cup.

Java or vindictive madness of the 17 year old fool who adjusted to nothing but the inner trauma
Of being born a man or a mouse, human or vermin is the luck of the draw, life has no holy agenda
Yet, that’s the way love is baby, that’s the way it goes when you’re down here on the grounded air
It’s LIVE & it might be prerecorded without you being aware, so be a holy pretender, say a prayer! 

Magog, my goddesses who taught altar-boy tricks about the train’s whistles & hummers downwind
Up yonder too, there’s nothing excluded since everything’s all about One Word, the Hum of Wind
Howling or just blowing the hatches off of your organic space ship, I hear it whistling Dixie, singin’
Wishin’ you were back there in the Southland or not, it’s all about Sweet Home Alabama tuning.

You’ve got to turn-it-up, high volume isn’t ever too loud for the swampland, gator country’s party
Homo Erectus would’ve been amazed at the revelry, life’s fast lane, stray cats of FOXY 21st century
Neanderthal age of no place to go but into a funeral pyre’s BBQ of hungry boys & girls, cool breeze
Only you know & I know the answers to cosmic questions asked by strangers in the night, Please!

You were nothing before your conception, neither here nor there, nowhere Time’s Mr. Magoo
That is the Truth, that’s no Great Lie, use the Truth, Be the Truth, it’s right behind you, The Do
I am the messenger, I heard this from an unknown source right in the middle of this Menu-do
Along the way, watchtower ain’t high enough to see Cabretta leather & lace, y’all Gog-Magog.

Simon says something that nobody pays any attention to, it’s all the flower of high Canna
From the wine at the festival that used to be just plain river water from the tainted fauna
On or near the dirty land of diamonds & sapphires, shine of muddy and bloody beer swig
Regardless of me toasting & raising a glass to all proud heroes & heroines, honor this, Dig!

Selfless, care about life forms of every shape and size, animal, plant, bacteria or virus, All
It is One and the same thing whether you’re alive and well or sick and dying to trip or fall
Downstairs or just over a small misjudged bump in the narrow road’s pathway, it’s all a trip
Meant to be that way or not, could be an accident or a universal anomaly yet, I zip the lip.

Apemen, apewomen got together for the bonfire, the BBQ party and dance of happiness
Maybe a warm gun or a knothole in a pine tree, either way, y’all love the baby princesses
All you’ll ever get is what you’ve already got, no man or anyone else can provide the glee
Except you, yourself, our Id, your I, the thing itself you know is all that counts, you & Me!

To mingle with the bobcats, the polecats and the cool cats who hang on to the four corners
Of the ‘hoods that men made man-made, never thinking of crowds needing any borders
Opened ‘em up, put-up their dukes & got ready for the red, the white & blue horde cheer
Aho, peace, war, life, death, trajectory of a Singularity disappearing in cosmic dust, FEAR.

by
r j j stephan, i
{#DigestNothing, @StephansQuintet #StephansQuintet @ https://youtu.be/gqp3dhdp8QQ?t=930}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.!