I used to cry when I found out that someone I loved died, friend or relative but then Why I cry? You & I are all gonna die if we made it past the immaculate conception hen Father in heaven or somewhere within or without the cosmic egg shell, God’s DNA high Leaving an innocent creation alone without wisdom is ill advised, sorry God, gonna die.
On an irregular basis, I pull into the dry-dock to eliminate the barnacles from my inner hull I knew they’d come the H2O, just like anchovies & the rest of the old men’s fish in a crock Full-on hook ‘em, burn ‘em in hot fire & then eat ‘em & you’ll find in the end, it’s shat for all Three musketeers got an infinite supply in Space, straight-ape finite tryst of gas, cold rock.
Cried ‘til all tears dried, then whimpered uncontrollably for mama already gone, bye sons Pops just doin’ the hit & run thing, programmed into the genome to survive, gotta get high Superb stratosphere where angels fear to go, kissing up on emptiness’ in a fallen white lie It’s a sun burnin’ up the helium on high, far, far away from the other fake suns’ dimensions.
Regrets annihilated at the realization that this is all there is, no heaven or hell for a good sin Mortal, venial, original & the ignorance of commands to obey a code create by a magic jinn Thought I mixed up the theories & the happy hour drinks together, put a parasol in a cherry I’ll eat & drink it, I’ll urinate or defecate it & then on a final trip, draw on my license to carry.
All of us who comprehend are too human not to believe that the world is a form of Matter From the macroscopic, nothing animated can be seen, no infinite vision of a clean-up batter Only a myopic gaze ready to swing too late, after the facts just to pad the strike-out record A professional full of regret, once a prime MVP & now inebriated by disgust for the horde.
Not alcohol or cannabinol or any of the myriad of ways to try to die before Time outruns Out or in, either way it always finishes up in a hot whimper, release of the last puff of puns Punny but not so funny, bad jokes are usually on me when I forget the punch lines, I wanna Recollect the laughter, ear-to-ear smiling faces pretending to be my friends, fixed it, it’s Canna!
by r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, June 17th 2023 Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST { Broke the Word up, left the fragments for the hunger, dinner & lunch are here & now @VanMorrison
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Making good sense that I’m sensitive to my sensational trip on the fantastic light from up above A train from history to the undocumented present pulled into the train depot & still we all love She loves me, I love somebody else & eventually the species will be the undocumented history Over the dreams I had and forgot right after I woke up in a cold sweat, no regrets of thee, I see.
Harm to all of the chicken littles who populate the thing itself, the Earth that spins & wobble It Everything on Earth isn’t necessarily everywhere in the galaxy or in everybody’s mind, a notion That the return after we all flip-flop from innocence to influencing the weak-minded harbor sin Matter of being in the right place at a right time, being a master of that skill is the pinnacle, son.
Who will defend the innocent and the guilty until proven innocent? Nobody, you will perish too Leaving the state of bedlam, the concepts & the conclusions from those premises of assumption No premise is indubitably true so, conclusions are contingent upon unknown factors, y’all stink To the ego, without me, Earth doesn’t exist, extinction will break a camel’s back become extinct.
Powerless right there in the center of the universe, we’ve got to believe what you see is a ghost Otherwise, the alternative will hurt so bad you’d wish you were dead & buried, depress the host Let it go in one ear & out the other, choose to keep it stabbed in your head, pal, you’ll bleed out I’m no expert but five quarts of blood runnin’ through your arterial canals, leak every heartbeat.
Rabbit hopped away before the last day, escaped being the predator meal, all maggots got feet Bums and junkies from the sidewalks & sideroads aren’t the deviants you thought, it is the elite Some known and others in stealth, like Jack the Ripper or just Genghis Kahn on the warpath rail Expressway to hearts and souls of the worst of the human genome, extinction Will Be Your Fall.
Golden dawn can enlighten #Wokeness, neither nirvana heaven nor hell has a haven for Doubt Mental conception to assuage Realization that nothing is neither above nor below this God pall Dead only in the conceptual analysis but alive inside of your core, cosmic light of sacred fire ball Fills you & empties you, beginning & ending in a barely audible whimper, hiss & then we’re out.
High lion pride is the family of cats who prowl for sustenance and metabolize the nights & days Where are the white supremacists and the black, red, yellow & brown-skinned revolutionaries? Watch in Darkness & know that your stark blindness is due to a tolerance for insanity’s evil livin’ Young babies abused birth thru incarceration inside prison walls, Welfare’s cheaper to keep ‘em.
You know you actually care although you claim to care less about fake humanity allowed to be Here & now while you’re alive after historical civilization’s past repeats of the family old oak tree Present in the presence of being & the nothingness, same time in Space as the rest of the family Whose fault is Man’s moral decline of civilization but the Nature of the Beast, “Come on, man!”
Peaks of white mountains high, nothing but the frozen ice and snow leftover from cold boulders No holy temples or caves are full of the stem cells needed to bake in the moral turpitude of hers My one & only wife who completed my yin/yang sphere escaping from a circular jerk I’ve spent My graffiti mocks censorship, Good & Evil, Ugly & Beautiful of Thee I sing, genius’ pay the rent!
Who is in charge of the operation to smuggle illegal aliens over borders enclosing liberty’s pile Skull & bones inside of Fake logo work vans, payoff to border guards all done, threats to family All the gold is in the mansion’s swimming pools’ secret, sealed safe beneath the six feet of tile But the tile panel of red, white & blue, black lined lanes for the Olympic freestyle and butterfly.
Death penalty, bird man of Alcatraz, still alive in a myth, forgotten by the elders’ cancel culture Bump city with nightclubs open until 3 AM, spreading Words, silent Disease via the idiot future Evil is Live in reverse accidentally on purpose, a random no-brainer just curiously a yin & a yang Cool, holy way, coincidence or a Will to Power, directed by One dreamer of the whole shebang!
Wherever we go & no matter how long we get to do the being alive on Earth thing, it’s a binge Of course, homeruns, touchdowns, buzzer-beaters shot outside of the three & then you cringe Hunger satiated, thirst quenched, all of the bottoms are straight up & certain to reach the Ends Began before you & I arrived, it’s comin’ on later, save face, die in your sleep or wear Depends!
Tornado in the panhandle took me & my dog away to the world of OZ where ruby slippers pace But there is a problem in paradise, Houston we have a problem out in the inner galaxy of Space Sometimes you live & sometimes you cry & then eventually, it ain’t my fault but boom, It sings Films rerun for godchildren of godmothers and godfathers, all too human angels without wings.
Bravery required to face illusions & then annihilate the facts they’ve promulgate in social media Recently a thorn in the side of ignorance & it’s nemesis the enlightenment of Earth’s cool fauna Bridges to both what’s above and below this ground of being, a sensation of breathing in & out Hike on hard rock ground, fall down and get up every time you see the love you missed, I pout!
-----------------a piece at rest------------------ I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.
Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.
Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.
Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.
Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!
Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.
It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.
Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chicken is fried!
by r j j stephan, i c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.
