GloryDaze WinkinYounggirlsEyes

JELLYBEAN GIUSEPPE BLUE

Fathers of the cultures since the origin of Time, a Big Bang in the Bog, Stone junk flow
It will be rude, I shall be rude, we all shall be rude, before the realization to take a bow
On or off of the stage, nothing matters & if it did matter then nothing would be My son
Something more than vacuum of a Void, hips shakin’ hula hoops in perpetual motion.

Judging the good and the ugly has nothing to do with the ends, you’ll bet there sooner
Or later as the case may be, it’s not for me to sympathize with the luck of a tiny boner
Your mother knew, your sister & your wives knew, extinction was a mortal’s original sin
Being and not being the One and the Many, number line from zero to infinity, I’m all in.

Pork is muscles of the pig, beef the muscles of the cattle & other food for thought trips
Down memory lane with or without you in my wed-dream, outside my mind’s eye grips
Over arrested attention that even overlords of the overlords can’t see beyond, the lace
Behind the skin and bone, empty, rational mind-bending consciousness of interface.

Hip to be a square or a triangular cubical with an infinite area, inside out of the matrix
Contents unknown yet listed in the glossary or the index, or was it the preface of kicks
They get harder to find, those kicks, a tickle of the nerve ends & dopamine squirt licks
Comin’ down when it’s time to sleep, battery drained like the pre-scat in the crocks.

Failure of the pinball to drain down the center allows the flippers to whip it so good
Hot runs the shoe until the ice takes control, atoms slow down to be ate, the food
Impeach this if you must, it’s articles of the bad and evil do-gooders who screech it
Liars lying about the whole Truth, nothing but It, just the nature of the damaged kin.

Pure and foul, it’s all about the beat, it’s the thump in rhythm, even in the rhyme tap
Apes see, they mock, they have no need to worry about Karma afterlife, no God slap
In the hairy faces, blissful ignorance of anything but fear & loathing of all others’ time
Fraud’s pure Truth, illusion of fun, games & pleasure terminates a last gasp, la Heim!

Five or six times every century, each of us dies and reincarnates into another form
If you are different, maybe this is your one & only time you get to be free of the Void
Putting the horse before the cart, you can’t see through the mirror, it’s reflected dust
Ground up rock that rolled so long, the atoms deflated into cosmic particles of rust.

H2O two gases, fished for life within its dense liquid fire, came from Hydrogen God
Star without any stripes to designate the states of extraordinary affairs after the flood
All of our grandmothers and grandfathers have died or are dying right now, deep freeze
Others tomorrow or another day in the not-so-distant future of Earth’s revolutionaries.

Blame the disaster on fate, just a random roll of the die on the craps table of existence
Tales turn into fables of time gone by for teaching the wild & innocent on street shuffles
Never to know but always to believe in the blind faith without proof, that Life is a dream
When eyes shut neon light out from enlightening a dark mind, hot-picked on an A-team.

Holy scat ending for the motion pictures your blind eyes see within & without highlights
Fear melts like the matter that spontaneously combusted in a black hole’s sonic brights
Piers to jump off of like the cliffs above the eroded star dirt, immersing a soul’s surreality
Bunched & dissolved within a brief moment in Space’s Time, ma & pa died to make me.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, April XIVth MMXXIV @ 1111 AMPST
{ No Idiot, maybe a Moron, drafted this gem while jammin’ to @ChrisStapleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0yv2dItO2_c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DUDE! #Conditional is #Variable #InfinityFiniteFanatic

CONTRAPTION INTERJECTION

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Carried out the orders of the coded DNA, no control over the holy Will to survive

 Without the benefit of the divine aid from above this atmosphere on Earth’s hive
Bees, ants & the way too human beings who look like aliens with a bad pedigree
That ain’t no lie means that it is a lie if you break it on down to the LCD, y’all see?

Certainty principle accepted without proof with logic & reason, a skeptical viking
Born from a cell of DNA/RNA auto-spontaneous combustion into a human being
Of, by & for the people who are in charge of the causes and effects to be civilized
On Earth as it is in Heaven, it’s a liturgy of blind faith in postmortem private eyes.

Keep it in mind, there’s a 444 around every corner or else it’s a 911 to get the 411
In any case, using formal logic, it’s either both True and False or it’s fallacious, son
Regret won’t help you on the lost time in Space, hence move on to the end of means
Just ahead of the twilight zone where The Serling shines a scenario of buried genes.

Mystics downloaded the mystery into a legend that you’d have to just drop a dime
If you can’t swim and can’t dive, you’re as good as drowned in the crows of murder
Liquid gas in these all too human lungs won’t cut the mustard, it’s a matter of Time
For the sake of your immature mother & deadbeat father, bear your love in rhyme.

As if you care, act that way just in case you’re adding karma to your penance to be
Here and now isn’t the Time in Space it was cracked up to be, accidental concept
Conceal the secret to the hidden, open wound deep in the spirit’s rubber soul chi
Underneath the center of the core, there’s nothing to see, you mother of the scree.

I got a line on you as you do on me, we’re one and the same after death, yet it’s bliss
To be or not to be answering that question is all we have to go by, anonymous miss
No one knows, everyone cares, it’s the unknown to be ready for our reentry star date
You go and I go to the upper or lower dimension, can’t say, can’t tell, Void Id, Fate!

Until the final gasp of gas into our lungs, there’s a remote chance we’re dreaming
We’ll wake up finally when we die, whether lucky or not, Life Ends in the 9th inning
If y’all didn’t know it already, you have a finite number of days left of living in Zen
Dreaming or awake because you are either #woke or asleep in a blind date with sin.

Higher than the low lives that animate the rocks and mud mutations of true loves
Big as the miniature piece of the chess game, pawn to rook to knight’s “L” moves
Hunting for game that doesn’t hunt me because I taste good, both meat and bone
Farce in front of your face, clear skin covered skull & bones above my AT&T iPhone.

Forced to experience annihilation of Platonic dialogue, Aristotle’s chariot his foot
A comet and a flood relate to the Ice Age and the Great Flood’s river flows to the sea
Mass of the dirty words’ residue left over with every breath, chew a soul for me
Dropping in to see what condition my condition was in, I’m dumbfounded to boot.

Respect for accelerated melting of ice sheets due to the Sun’s 11,600 BC supernova
On the record, ciphered in a language familiar to me, I resign my position of Casanova
Counting backwards from a million, it takes forever to achieve a finale’s deep ending
It is what it is, I am what I am, integrate yourself into the matrix, infinity’s holy singing.

Highway to Hades or a ladder Jacob used to attempt grand larceny in a Earthly flood
Meanwhile, the H2O just sets, full stop in the wobble and spin of the planet’s mood
Ending right back at the origin, where someone named an original one, God’s dam it
O Civilized World, catastrophe from the power of exploding implosions of holy shyt.

Mark my words, Time and Space won’t end the day you die, handy world will still return
In a clockwise spin as seen from the northern end of a planet, spin into a whirl of swirl
Universal in particular emerges the high and low of an exquisite sense of freeze & burn
We know a little & guess the rest, monkeys mock the apes, laughing boyfriend of a girl.

Sorting the categories of substance into the essence, opened eyes squinting blindly
Gravity said Albert, my father from another mother, pulls you down home, below sea
Contraction of Space, falling down from heaven, from a Time when angels signed me
Immortal creations of the other side of Time & Space, a dimension number seventy.

Variable of the original sin we’ve explained as an accidental slip of judgement, is one
Electric, static, magnetic bends the quasi special and general relativity is unified, son
You know nothing more than anyone else, nobody knows anything at all, it’s elastic sin
Neutron, proton, electron, atomic fission & fusion song existential bovine scattering.

Particle motion, atomic void snaps your head back and your neck whiplashes points
Hole to hole in the matrix, lines are drawn, shapes are imagined, God ain’t got joints
If You are stupid, so you are but it doesn’t matter, that’s your trip, it won’t ever matter
Rolling thunder of Einstein, there must be a Higher Force, Dark Matter streaming G2.

Space warp, bent, positive and negative, field theory represents infinite power of light
To go 93 million miles per second per second, slippery slope through cold ice of a fight
I just had some blue & sorrowed times again, so many in the past sailin’ on sea foam
Navigating wave to wave, coast to coast of land’s Ho, so good to stop, write the tome.

Boundaries and zones rise above the sea’s level, soon dry as a bone, not a round rock
Valleys & crevices between the unburnt, unpulverized basalt, in rhythm with the dock
Fallen angel completed the mission, hit the ground runnin’ with wings clipped behind
Hidden power disguised as weakness of the will & the body politics, S.F.B. is just fine.

Survived the threats and assaults with scars and tattoos of the event, y’all remember
Shotguns and knives moved the ones who arrived first, annihilated the creator author
Land of Lakes and desert of the Arabs pullin’ Hollywood’s weight, pretend to be reality
Not to be, last breath and double gasp gets nothing but darkness’ lights out, I’m to be.

Five minutes will get you ten years behind bars in The Pen, it’s the justification for me
Not your dreamer’s disease, I’ve had it since I was fourteen in Freshman year’s ‘she’
Girl was the heat in the night, her father chased my pokey arse away, hell she was gay
It don’t matter to me, you gotta find out some day, reason to live all day, live for today.

Feel that beat and rhythm comin’ out the Bose 901’s & pop fingers, tap toes in Time
With or without you in the mix, it goes on the way it always does, over when it’s over
Woman by my side, she wants by hers, kissin’ one another’s backside of jeans, hit it
Far out past spaces that are invisible, it can be sensed by a tasteless scent of chit.

Random chaos all about my sack of stank from the food I killed & consumed, all dead
No way to survive on Earth without eating the things that used to thrive out of a seed
Completed your mission once you’ve begun, the boogy-woogy way to get the job done
Smell good is all on my fresh shave, goin’ out to hunt ‘em down home pretties & fun.

Represent yourself little country girls to the little more city girls, let’s get ‘em dancin’
Power up to the swayin’ and swingin’ where the little darlings go for the beats and bops
Off key songs are good, repeat the words over again, I remember only when I hear ‘em
Poison grape-ape drink but it tasted so damn good, two fingers in my juice, drunk, um?

God’s Damned archangel

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Jacked this gem up from the depths of Hades while jammin’ to @NewRadicals @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE?si=XwDlAI_SjUk7M7uC }

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