@MorganWallen @kidRock @JohnColtrane & surprises out of nowhere! #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle @LynyrdSkynyrd @Santana #JagOff

GOT WAY MORE THAN I DESERVE, MAMA

This is non-negotiable when you hear the sick tale I’m about to relate to y’all

I can’t thank you more than a million times, well maybe two million shots of ball

No strings, shackles or chains on my legs and no leash around my neck, freebee

A dog waits for the days the boss of the food goes to throw the purple frisbee.

I am ready to roll whenever the moment presents itself, unless I’m goin’ to the casino

I like to roll the dice, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose but it’s so much fun to blow

Small fortunes, savings, property deeds, came via hard work & disintegrated with pharma

Before being born nothing was wrong, before I die, I’ve accumulated nugatory karma.

Before revealing what will shock your deep sense of morality and ethics, breathe deeply

When the sharpness of matter cuts down through the skin and bone, a colorless supply

Dead man’s touches come every day on Earth, might be you or I or somebody we know

You lying to yourself allows you to lie to your friends and foes, a significant other also.

If you please, pick some invisible tweaking magic to the nervous system, vibrato Kool aid

Dusted off the armor & still sharpened sword, knife hidden in plain sight, drop back, fade

Pretend no more when the blood lets out of a circulating, backbeat system of the heart

Once the final beat pushes in and out the last time before the cadaver lets out a phart.

Don’t shoot the messenger, look it up, google it, all you get is the final ghost push of gas

Turns out the soul/ghost/person was an illusion in Time & Space, final chapter a finale

All you thought you knew was nothing more than dead men’s guesses about the gods

None, many or just one who happens to be three persons in one, a trinity star blast.

Don’t shoot the messenger, this was the Word before I was conceived by ma & pa, had a bawl

Listening to the meaning of the words I’m listening to, I’m distracted by the look of your face

Disturbed as a disturbing dream that you know will end soon, no matter what you do in Space

A Deja vous may be fine with you but not me, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to inspect it all.

Who devised this enculturation other than the fathers of the church & queens of Earth?

Nothing will move the direction other than forward, after all we’re a planet’s afterbirth

To be or not to be the way you are is no alternative, it’s a demand, don’t ask me why

All you need to know is wisdom keeps you alive until tomorrow, do more than get by.

Shoot for the stars you’ll never get to, it’s impossible for real, but it’s a metaphor of chit

It’s all the elders spout off after being unsuccessful at being happy all the time, full of It

Nothing they can do about it though, it’s a matter of being in the right place, wrong time

Rigor mortis makes Adam & Eve appear to be mythological folklore, not worth a dime.

Kicks keep getting’ harder to find when your legs don’t walk like they used to, toes a chillin’

Still got the music rockin’ and rollin’ when the ol’ sun goes down, by the sea or lake, I’m all in

The girls and boys all come back for more, whenever the sun sinks down, it gets a lot hotter

Dancin’ under the waning gibbous full moon on a super February night, the stars are shinier.

Follow me like you could never follow anyone else since your father expedited your privilege

Expectations work, keep up the positive thought, we need no reinforcement, we’re on the edge

Getting to the ends of trips I took was the whole point, seeing if I could survive the goofiness

As you know, I’m the one that tucks you in at night, I’ll see you after the dream’s over, I guess.

Better off that I stay far away from the despair of being anywhere but by your side, all by me

Pretending doesn’t quite feel like swimmin’ through your veins, only being right here baby

Monday to Sunday, all of ‘em in between I got your front and back, all I have is your property

Wind at my back, flyin’ to infinity safe here and now for now, Past Time, Space ain’t for free.

Thinking about takin’ it slow now, seven decades flyin’ below radar at speeds of sound perks

You know every inch is like a mile when you take it slow, fast as you can, heroes and all jerks

It’s like love and marriage, you do it to get a tax break every year, have kids, tax & high bids

My dad had 6 kids, my friends dads had 12 & another 10 kids, 6 parents, 3 women, 28 kids.

Sang about it, anything like makin’ more humans, if you know what I mean, then you know

Trading in the poverty for the incognito rock star life on the islands and nobody will ever go

Fiction or a Truth about all of the chit that happens to all of us every day, out of cool schools

Go back to sleep or stay up all night with or without the speed-dial, Rock Stars are cool fools!

Begin here, poor, ugly freak lookin’ for a dream come true, not bothering to go to sleep first

Saw her with her friends, I told her I loved her and she laughed at me, at least I didn’t curse

It could be worse, but I doubt it, lessons learned without paying the price for being present

Got saved by hot Stacy’s or maybe holy Annie’s mom, either way, how lucky to be 17 today.

I will never repeat this again, however I suggest y’all memorize the following in essence too

You are who you were before your conception, human being, nothing or divine cosmic stew

Boondocks, bayou, downtown naked cities, country creeks & mountains, heart & soul coup

Babies raised to breed their own over again, who I am, who you are, we are all One group.

Tin roof, front porch and a gravel road in Pilot Hill, California, down from Kool & Coloma hill

Up and down, you get a line and you get a pole, we’ll go fishin’ in the crawfish hole, I will

Church on Sunday morning, smiles in the pews back and forth, to and fro from the gospel

God, creator of the brave and free, I’ll reward myself for finding the Truth, heaven & hell.

I will recollect what the forgotten memory I never received from folks who never knew at all

Best I could do is seven decades of breathin’ & out the air that I love & hope I will never fall

Yet I know eventually we all gotta go, wherever & whenever it happens, it’s a twilight so far

Fishin’ for me, where’s the twilight zone’s 4th dimension and the 1st One, I’m Being Singular.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 3^rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #HowFarIsHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak?list=RD0Gjx-ZQuQ_Y }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WINNING #Carlos_Devadip0Santana

FEDERAL EXPRESS ROCKS

DO 'IT' AGAIN & AGAIN AD INFINITUM

 YOU GOT IT NOW!

I don’t give a flyin’ hoot if you’re in Georgia or New Mexico, it’s academic

All wisdom of Wisconsin and the gold of California can’t be a pussy or dick

From gods that can’t die to the ones sentenced to Hades for eternity’s sips

From the cup that overflows with the whining babies who sail on the ships.

 

Keep skippin’ to my Lou, it really never mattered at all, ever & won’t forever

Been there where you’re at for a spell, decades before the dawn blazed days

Nights covered by the spinnin’ ball of dirt that can’t face a burnin’ star blaze

As above, good lovin’ comes down to the many from the One, it’s love fades.

 

It wasn’t there, then it appeared and disappeared in a blink’s passing ships

In the darkness of the night, Earth spins it’s back to the darkness, star sips

Common or not, find the middle road to travel away from monsters seen

Passed away hours ‘til I completely passed away, yeah you know it’s routine.

 

Sweet love in the midnight, laid down between silk sheets with softer skin

Great or less than zero, it’s all the same, nights and days, you & I’re all in

Done once I’ve finished, I do it again for the hell of it, no reason to repeat it

Over and over, over and over, imagine that, never change the load of s#itz.

 

Company and corporations that exude from its premier, in for the duration

Satisfaction is not the main thrust of existence, adapting to a mortality’s sin

Being alive, being born and dying at the end, in a minute or century survive

When you survive, you’ll enjoy the essence of being or it’s caput & you dive.

 

From the high-dive, 10 meters from the surface of white water turned blue

From painted pool’s concrete, clear liquid appears as illusionary lapis lazuli

Keep the hammers pounding nails into the wood, satisfy the carpenter ants

Building contraptions from the mental inventions, cultural prayer & chants.

 

Fire first, ashes last and that’s all of it, between  matter that evolves a blood

Where the original DNA donor is, remains to be seen, it’s mythological, God

All things you love & hate came in placenta afterbirth, conceived in plethora

Disappears in front of your eyes, magic after all, circular box of ol’ Pandora.

 

Brought a knife to a gunfight but it was more lethal than the bullets & beans

Slicing things that bleed much more humanely than gunshots to blue jeans

Pouring out all the wisdom from the heart and soul, Nothing’s leftover here

Now at this time, Earth’s wobbling & spinning yarns, I need a cold Bud beer.

 

Hold up your hands, this is a robbery, give me your valuables, watch & cash

I know you know that I know you’re as good as dead, therefore kill me first

Self-defense from It, attempting to stop your breath & heart from beating

It’s death and there’s no skull or skeleton or scythe for this reaper’s sting.

 

Separation from the things that you’ve accepted as Living not Dying in sin

Mortal or original, this ruse of obedience to invisibility and divine foreskin

Love rockin’ with the hammers pounding wood together, state separations

In the end, another locked home on the block, ghosts at home takin’ spins.

 

Race is on but it’s almost over right after the start, finish line ahead for all

Mortal blood flows, hoping and fearing One and the same thing, life & death

All the above and below are ethereal atomic fusion & fission, mad about life

Rocks rolled ‘til they stopped at the bottom’s burial pyre, I had an F’n ball.

 

Brought a knife to the gunfight, lethal as I was, couldn’t dodge a .44 slug

Blew my back out with a tiny spun bullet made of dead-lead’s golden bug

Mirror to see what you look like, reflection of what it is & is not what it is

Form & substance comes in ecstasy, holler loudly, it’s your bro & your sis.

 

Explode as the climax does, the culture squeezed into the ovaries to be laid

Inside jobs, evolution from nothing to something, this & that of Lass  & Lad

Bums & junk users who push poison into the genome, they’ll be extinct too

In your head-mind, known by the Unknown, God’s skies, it sucks to be Blue.

 

Beams never return once the reaper doesn’t let it repeat, I am all the dead

Exit stage left, right is always wrong hence, only one chance to get it right

Last rights you get if you’re lucky, Extreme Unction blessing of oil as a God

Sons and daughters of the dead humans are bass fishing without a fly rod.

 

You see where I came from, I know from hence you’ve come, now we know

Either Love or Lust, raped or conceived in gentle madness of a climax, slow

Survival of the species depends on this one thing, on the old Time’s Space

Wonderful as it seems, devastating as it’ll be, we all survived a human race.

 

Pick me for the team if there’s only One on a side of the Otherside, not Many

Keeping track of billions of  humanity’s sins and contributions to extinction

Only you know & I know, keep children and elders out of the loop’s thin skin

Truth is silent, if you know then you know, if not, too bad, ain’t getting’ any.

 

Hence, therefore, one more thing, last time I’ll blow God’s mind trip on acid

Conclusions are rational & reasonable to a fault, a perfect storm’s thin skin

Surround sound to pound away hours, dreaming not sleeping, I am The Kid

Last chance to surrender, I forgot it never mattered at all & what if it did?

 

Done in the morning and the evening, good sleep come morning light’s spin

Over flipping the days and nights ad infinitum, I dig it and I ain’t Gunga Din

For the sake of ones who were aborted before Life, I hear a cry to come too

No need to return favors of karma once a deed’s done, I’m lapis lazuli blue. 

by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 2^nd MMXXVI Anno Domini  @ 530 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero before I was born 8-27-1951, I’m just the messenger so don’t shoot me unless it’s @TwoFingersTequila  #SHOTS & listenin’ to #DoItAgain by the @StapleSingers link @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?si=kkCy1nSnnYTnyikN }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WastedTime @TheEagles #NoAssNoGrassNoRide @BigSmo #SurpriseSurprise #BabyIWasCominBackToGitYou #IfYouWannaComeAlongWithMe . . .

WHEN I WAS NINE,
CARL JUNG LEFT A SIGNAL

 It has been a longer time than any man or woman has ever seen since the origin
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin 
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora 
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.

Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over 
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster 
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang 
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.

Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too 
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do 
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36 
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.

Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool 
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again 
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men 
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.

Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak 
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease 
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live 
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give. 

Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays 
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days 
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares 
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.

Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable 
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table 
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being 
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing. 

Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics 
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn 
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future 
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.

Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives 
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream 
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream 
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.

If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly 
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too 
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free 
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.

Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies 
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes 
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable 
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.

Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line 
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign 
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops 
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops. 

Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so 
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow 
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it 
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit. 

Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It 
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit 
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics 
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.

Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations 
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets 
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke 
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke. 

Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk 
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away 
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk 
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day. 

I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit 
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be 
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup 
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.

Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat 
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night 
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight 
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.

Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch 
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around 
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word 
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST

{ Dripped this out the cryptic crib while jammin’ to #BlueOnBlack @KennyWayneShepherdBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v0mb0_SUx-A?si=bErMrTd0OF9WbtD3 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?