@LoveTrain #InThGardenOfAllah #ScrewedThePUTSCH #ICantGoForThat #NoCanDo #DarylsHouseClub @Satch

W H I S T LE BLOWER’s SLOWRIDE in THE GARDEN OF ALLAH

On the one hand since you only have two, one’s the Yin & the other’s Yang’s wife
Nobody gets out of this dilemma alive, every living thing will die, The Fact of Life
First Cause was supernova or singularity black hole, halo, metaphysical boob-scat
Fishing for traveling to & fro because expectations are that flying around is easy.

Back into synchronization for people, expect to fly without wings, jets grounded
Ships that float upon the sea, fresh river & lake H2O will sink with one tiny hole
In the hull, fore or aft, fools rush in just like the holy water that surrounds a rock
Earth-hard, liquid-solid ground of leftover Big Bang gas, headstone of the dead.

Chilly breeze just a result of gas flowing above the Earth’s wobble while in orbit

Flexing the axis in the imagination, spin a mass of liquid inside of a sphere & chit
Common ground is the womb you dropped from, a mother-father test-tube byte
Horrible angels without wings on failed backs, couldn’t rise to the top of delight.

You buried all occult wisdom inside of a philosopher’s stone I carry on my crown
Invisible to every, single human on planet Earth, a ghost knows gods have flown
Far, far away from the solar system of Milky Way, so far that we can’t get down
To the bottom of a barrel of grapes, I can’t breathe wine, consciousness’ ending.

Only you know, you know that Truth is an answer to the perennial conundrum
It’s all good or some good & some is bad or everything in general is uber-dumb
Look in the mirror & look around your 360 degree perimeter, your sight in focus
Revolver love-hate, pistol jealousy & forgiveness of sins of divinity’s DNA fuss.

So, the artist and the master aren’t responsible for the product of their efforts
They have been moved by the unmoved mover, creator of things themselves
As one peers deep into the center of the nucleus, nothing appears obvious, me
Other than that conscious maintenance of my center of conscious, woke psyche.

I will find the way to takes a Slow ride because it’s the only ride I am ever takin’

Chased the runners I could never beat in a race, in a dash or a marathon, slow
In the mood or not, when the rhythm is right, you gotta shoot for the starlightin’
Slow ride will get it done, slowed down, focused & beatin’ the backbeat’s skin.

Cymbals and drums hammered the beatniks and the hippies into chewing bums
Blackjack, Juicy Fruit, Doublemint, Wrigley’s Spearmint & sugar that eats gums
Predict that your teeth will rot & fall out because of your eats, before you zigzag
Inhaling the spit of the masticating organ, choking salivation into a coffin’s jag.

Mocking my positive thoughts about being happy forever or every now and then
Happiness has been gone for so long since all my Love’s been lost in the holy Zen
Marginal gods created the good, bad & ugly, co-created bones, you get the gist?

Of being alive, being human, being a mortal, soon to be a corpse, gimme a kiss!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi June XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crushed out of the internet while jammin’ to @BozSkaggs #LoanMeADime LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EricChurch #SlowHand #PainInTheArse #JimiHendrix #NoPainNoGain #GimmeBackMyBullets #BabyYoureOutOfThyme @BrittanySpears #Signs @Snoop_Dog @Justin_Timberlake @ThePointers

FOUNDED FATHERS, UNGROUNDED SONS, CHICAGOAN TOPGUNS

If & only if… we can see through the façade, the illusionary ruse, son Then you will see the thing itself as it appears right after the body & mind perish, stand accused
Of the innocence of the infants and humanity’s recessive genes of cruel, initiation of extinction
Imperfect as empty Space & Center of the universe, what I am is what I am & soon I’ll be dead.

Martyrs and miracles that save their souls from their bodies’ terminal death march, all smoke
In the self-reflective mirrors all around each one of us, lookin’ outside is the same as lookin’ in
Why you would do that is because y'all hankerin' to feel like an immortal that’s gonna die here
Down on the ground of being, this Mother Earth planet, 3rd rock from the Star, my fathers care.

Knowing that wisdom and the ability to formulate deductive arguments is the whole dirty joke
That you’re an accident or a purposeful legacy of what is no longer alive anywhere in the poke
No pigs, no four or two legged animals, no reptiles or insects, no bacteria & nothing to be viral
Except for commands wrote on sheets of stone, pretend it’s a Moses mosaic, @Ai hello, to Hehl.

All in or all out, the matter and energy concepts get analyzed & deductions remain, all about ‘if’
Conditional upon the assumptions of the premises’ truth, Justice, and the all too humane ways
Deduce this first, would I lie to you? Have I ever lied to you? Wait, I am gonna lie to you now
You are a good human being and you will be rewarded after death with a free ticket to paradise.

Higher than heaven & lower than hell, it’s the joint in the middle of nowhere, kinda of like Earth
Without the H2O liquid that makes up 4/5 of the planet’s mass, the rock would look like the dirt
No mud, just stone rock that follows an orbital magnetic attraction to a flaming photogenic output
If you’re a Singularity, you’ve got the ticket, you’re already gone, already there playin’ the flute.

You know you’re trippin’ when strangers and friends agree that you’re a mean & nasty one
Used to be very nice to me, used to be very mean to you, we completed the yang’s yin, son
Meant to be or not, fortune applies to the steps your takin’ back & forth to the dreamscape
In the bed’s silk sheets, wool blankets to keep the cool & cold blood warm, a leap to escape.

Woke up still dreaming, ain’t wakin’ up anymore, eyes wide open forever & ever, nevermore
Crows and magpies got my attention since I’m what scares them crows, don’t speak, my chore
Just hangin’ there on a wooden cross of timber, like Jesus only already dead & gone, not god
One bunch of bloodless hay inside of the costume humanity left over in a purple BMW hot rod.

Out of the weirdo’s hair and into the jaws of the killer whale, swallowed up in a deep dive Sur
Big it was unless you’re a giant thing, mindless or just a creation with a will to survive, the Big
Where the land has been blasted by salty waves and whittled into the beginning of the Ends
Nowhere but the End to follow the Beginning origin of Air, Water & Rock, it’s a dirty, filthy gig.

Not Pan, the fairy but Peter the giant who towers over nine feet and an inch, too tall to spring
On my father’s grave, I swear that my mother’s grave is right next to his, no room, bell will ring
Underground in a couple of holy, blessed boxes that you had to pay for before they threw dirt
I caught the slung mud, made it into a large chunk of nothing anybody wants, go now, squirt!

Files of the complete show are now deleted and purged from the logs, hard rockin’ on slates
Fools rush into caves to commune with the stalactites & stalagmites, like being on blind dates
With your sister’s best friend, daughter of your father’s brother from the clan of your wife’s kin
Folks know a little and they guess the rest, nothing else you can do about it, just lay back sin.

Imaginary work of the invisible UFO is merely the imaginary phantasm of your mama’s eyes
She saw, she forgot about it & remembered the moment before her sudden death higher lies
Gentle as the light rain on the hot, tin roof makin’ the noise that kept me awake all night long
Honesty is a liar’s way of pretending to be Righteous & Just, as there’s no way, right or wrong.

Dogs growling in your closet but there’s nothing in there, just the growl noise, sounds real dope
I assume the ghost of a canine is caught in the hanger area or atop a shelf full of baseball caps
Listen slowly instead of quickly, let it sink in so that you’ll ne’er forget the holy communion sin
Sorry to have the mortal, original venality of the Free Will, it’s all mine, Undergrounded in vain.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @911 PMPST
{ Fools singin’ as I completed the mission, jammin' to some @Bruce_Springsteen #DevilsAndDust on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#Prefabrication #DreamOnWokeUpDown #StepDown #StepUp #StepHan

Sincere prefabrication
Can you all please shut your pie hole for several moments, enough for me to cut a piece for me
Creeps that follow the refused garbage of the users of all things created from the Scratch’s cavity
You know why but you can’t admit the reason for being alive, accidentally collided with big rocks
In and out of consciousness’ narrow way of being, on the path where the past disappears, locks.

Nothing that you couldn’t handle if you were warned but beware, you won’t see it comin’ down
It will be right in front of your face whether you’re ready or not, it’s a Red Rover comin’ on over
Outerspace or down inside of the DNA’s molecular, atomic essence, absolute zero’s way of Zen
On until it’s turned off in random succession to the killers and creators of the holy hole we’re in.

Friends or strangers, anybody is soon to be gone before they know it, hate my reminder old God
Way gone, far away from the original Singularity or a pinpoint of all there is, a head of a needle
Pierce the body with whatever will ruin the whole shebang, probe into the heart & soul mate Id
Marks underneath the scars and tattoos that you thought were just artwork, I was, the bad kid.

Now just the bad dude, unseen, undercover of the clothes that hide the naked fool’s rubber soul
Contents disappeared, disintegrated, forgotten without retrieval tools, now we all rock and roll
Danced to the boom boom boom, beats on the offbeat to mark the nature of the Truth, stealth
Either nobody knows and they’re all lying or somebody knows and they’re silent, still in health.

Voice over the empty space can be heard by nobody, can’t hear without an audio engineer kit
Ears wide open and able to translate noise into logical sequences of nonsense for lips to spit
Not only is this a failed experiment in species extinction but also Earth’s hell, annihilated ‘em
Without a license, humanity punishes the judges when we get our prehensile hands on them.

Therefore, if & only if that is all you’ve got to go on, it’s clear to see that the unknown remains
An X factor of the Y factor to create the fabulous reason for being all too human, mama’s men
Boys were babies and in the end, whimper for another draw of breath past the doom of the last
See it all before you can’t see it anymore, liars pants are on fire, days & nights a-spinning, too fast.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June XX5th  MMXXIII AD @ 911 CST
{ Created while jammin’ to @ChicagoBand HITZ link @ https://youtu.be/XIw0kKthvkw }
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