#TheGoodOldDays @SMO @Boss #IAmThatIAM Truth Is Good, Bad & Beautiful

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ALL OF THE ABOVE HAS BEEN BELOW FOREVER

Ascending from the ash, the dirt is alive, fear & awe

You know the Truth, now STFU & recall what I saw

Punks grew up, became a wise ass, a wise guy field

Organized a coherence, retructured quantum held.

I shift, you shift, we all shift to the high gears, away

Like a dream within synapses of a brain tumor bay

Listen to the symptoms, they disappear in the flame

Smoke signals rose to the sky & dissipated a name.

Killed the lives and the matter morphed into waves

Frequencies so high, like your mind, it's above it all

Bring your A-game to the ascension, I pitched saves

No wings to violate a law of gravity, confusion ball.

Pimps & punks forgotten, the cadavers stench gone

Underground, six feeet under or dust in the window

You know & I know, we all know it, nothing's blow

Whist of wind through tight-closed lips, 208th bone.

Force of the Many is the program of the expectants

Ugly both good & bad like the hot & cold, collisions

Random love need for a response to be mortal sin

Check your Six, if you don't nobody will, I'm all in.

Loathing the moments our loved ones cease to exist

Yet, there it is, at any moment somewhere out there

The mother of invention bore me out of my gamete

All the fathers before my existence are just a fleet.

Of flotsam & jetsom flutuating on X's wavelength

Of all vermin & homo sapiens, there's occult angst

Fear of physical death's presence of mortality adieu

Push the idiot & intellectual to the inevitable blue.

Once we're fully in the mode of corpus dillecti, I am

All that's left is me, you won't see, y'all sperm spam

No slip of a tongue, not because the bible told me so

No philosphical treatise on Truth, Justice or Zorro.

Time management is no more nor less than lucky Id

Not knowing more Desire & Fornication splits I hid

From the true self, the species specific, a naked ape 

Don't allow a blind faith subscription to UFO hype.

Of aforementioned all too human beings, brothers

We're thrust without our will to be, mothers' others

One desired to caretake 2 decades' of sisters' bozos

A finale approaches, contained comedy for HoHos.

You need & you want mostly the same things, slaves

If there is a difference, it is only a religion in caves

Think about the 1st human being on Earth, too high

It takes two to tango for everything 'cept why I cry.

High priests, ministers of the Word & preachers of It 

The epistles and apostles who hung around It above

Without wings or with, all humans afford the cost

You either get buried, ash & pulverization, or lost.

Show us no proof of life before birth or after death

Nothing personal, it's the way that it is, what it is?

Junky punks out of the holy mothers who got a tap

From no-count fools whose mamas got ass-slapped.

Speaking English, maybe slang some, whatever it is

Funky, yes, uncool, yes, well, unless it sure is funky

Somebody shut your mouth, y'all rhymin' it, junky

Last words, wait a minute, hold up!  Joker-god fizz.

Bringin' best retorts, all that jazz, sum of good chit

If you think & believe that it's true you can do it

Then you can, yes we all can, difference is one ton

Now it's Time in Space, peace in purple/blue, son.

Your fame in your mind is the place it belongs, safe

Out of sight, out of mind, blame the famously Amos

Andy or whatever the names were for Man's chafe

Cain & Able were sons of Adam & Eve's incest lust.

God told 'em 1 rule, no intercourse with apple seed

First thing, we see what this world has come to, feed

If you stay hungry, you'll starve to death, boy & girl

Fun had a second, strife for decades to a long whirl.

Watch the weird forms & shapes of the 4 horsemen

Come out a Northside, South, East & West heaven

In jest I'm serious folks, what y'all need to know {?}

All in one ear & out the other, did yo' mama blow?

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 10-17-2026 AD @ 222 PMPST

{ Creeped out the crypt today while listenin' to The Eagles from Los Angeles 1976 @ https://youtu.be/1ANiEhAwpOI?list=RD1ANiEhAwpOI }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

TAKE IT EASY BABY

THERE'S GOOD ROCKIN' EVERY TIME YOU SHUFFLE YOUR SHOES HE SAID "DADDY'S GARAGE" OMG, NOT A BOY BUT A MAN BELIEVIN' IN A PROMISED LAND OF HOPE & A DREAM @BruceLeeSecretfight #SPRINGSTEENgoodRockin'

I HEARD THE NEWS ABOUT THE GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT

There's nothing ahead nor behind all of us or any of us, no matter

In the heartland or on the borders or coasts, all born in the U.S.A.

Talkin' Big Sur across to the Jersey boardwalk, the songs exude

I believed everything I was told must be true because nothing is.

Asking to bite off more than any god mortal body would, angels flee

From the inevitable doom resulting from just being glad you're Live

From the 1st to the last day of waling about the good, bad & ugly zoos

On the borders, or in the heartland, man oh man, you know the blues.

You played some & some played you, knowing or not, those days gone

Never more than distant memories from a certain point, the truth is it

Stopping at the lights to hear the sounds when I wake up & smell coffee

Crazy Janie & Wild Billie doin' what Bruce brings up by route 88, see?

Anyway fast forward to 2026, all night still young under 81, holy God 82

I forgot I just had a birthday when they thought I only have 18 months 2

Meaning some Gamma Knife blows to the head may or may not slow sign

Light and dark, love the life copped out of nowhere, right place, right time.

Hell, heaven above where outside of Earth, astronaughts don't even know

They went out, looked around, stayed out there, looked around, just blow

New or old space trash in orbit needing to be exterminated by the trashing

New machine, medecine for the atmosphere, clean the empty space & sing.

By the by, in and out of my arms, in my own mind and yours, Life skips It

It is the occult, unknown secrets kept away from all unbaptized in holy water

Only you know and I know everything about nothing, there's nothin' to know

Subjects and predicates expressing ideas to whittle down into one Truth slow.

Kissed and still sleepin' and not movin' like I was before the gamma beam

It came down out of nowhere and then it didn't work, nothing' measurin'

The loose lips that sank the ships when they hit the unseen sands of Time

Suspects deviate from the true First Cause of Being, the Good God sublime.

Papa ain't goin' to bed just 'cause it's gettin' late, I got shit to do, got it son?

Before the corpus dillecti gets the best of me, they somewhere lit up a tumor

For an Independence Day between a minute & a year & a half, who knew her

She looks around like she doesn't know I'm referring to her, she's the One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIV, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Crafted to a Springsteen concert you'll be happy to follow this link to it, click on this here link https://youtu.be/NKoeUMES8Po?si=MCn-sIuBb-54UHt2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Guardians of @FibernacciSequence all about the 1967 Pop Festival in Monterey, California Mamas & Papas LIke A BRICK DUNG SHACK MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW J A C K D A N I E LS (BLACK) R.I.P. @MeadowlarkLemon #Globetrotters #Gimme3Steps @LynyrdSkynyrd

STICK WITH ME UNTIL THE COLD & DAMP FINALE, ONLY THEN IS IT FINIS

ON THE MORNIN' LIGHT, I'M ALSO HARD TO RECOGNIZE,

BEIN' MADE O STEEL & BULETTPROOF, BUT JACK, GOD DIT

FOR THE SIMPLE REASON AND RHYME, THE RIVER FLOWS UP

AND DOWN, AS GRAVITY & CENTRIFUGAL FORCE DEMAND

HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU CAN WITHOUT HAVIN' TO TAKE

CARE OF SNEAKS WHO SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND YA

KRYPTONITE BE DAMED, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE 'BLACK LABEL

AND IT'S NO LIE, DIDN'T BLEED & AIN'T BLACK & BLUE.

BUT ANYWAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY'S MEMORY IS

GONE LIKE THE WIND BEHIND MY SUPERMAN CAPE

I NEED A SHOT, LET'S GO DOWN TO CHARLY'S & HAVE A TIP

I'M BUYIN' IF YOU'RE DRIVIN', & IF YA GET DRUNK, IT'S TAXI

AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL IT ALL BE OK, TUCKED IN BED

WITHOUT A HONEY TO BREAK THE SILENCE, NEXT DAY, IXNAY

FREAKS OR JUST EXACT REPLICAS OF SOME DEAD GRANDDAD

EITHER WAY, WITHOUT THE WOMEN, WE'D BE EXTINCT, YEA?

PERIODS COME & GO, LIKE ANIMALS' GENDERS WITHOUT CAUSE

JUST A MOCKING OF 1ST PALS WHO NEVER GOT THEIR BALLS

GODS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANY LONGER, I'M WHAT IT IS 

 NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IT'S COMIN' TO END, LIKE OR NOT, AFORE

JACK DANIELS HELPS A BIT WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PLIGHT

BROKEN IN TWO, YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, HARD TO FIGHT

STILL AIN'T BLACK & BLUE, THEM 4 GUYS ARE RUNNIN' AWAY

FOR THE COPS, THEY'VE NEVER GOTTEN WHOOPED LIKE TODAY.

AIN'T MUCH LONGER NO MATTER WHAT DAY IT IS, JUST SHRUG

THE REASON FOR THE RHYME IS RANDOM FORTUNE, YOU EGG

LUCKY YOUR FATHER HAD THE WISDOM & KNOWLEDGE TO END

YOUR MOTHER'S VIRGINITY, IF ANY AT ALL, HYMAN WISE BEND

NOT CASTING ASPERSIONS AT ALL, JUST THE FACTS TO THE MEN

WHO KNOW NOTHING BEFORE THEIR MOTHERS' PAINS, A DOZEN

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WE ALL KNOW IT, DEEPER THAN BLUE FELT

FROM THE 7 HOLES IN OUR HEADS & OTHER TWO BELOW BELT.

OF NO VALUE THAT FREEDOM HAS NO VALUE TO THE SLAVE'S ID

DON'T CARE ABOUT LIBERTY, IT'S HARD & COLD, WHAT GOD DID

MADE THE THINGS THEN ABANDONED THINGS, SURPRISED ENDED

IN THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS TO SAY, GOD'S SO SORRY, HE IS

NO LYING TO US ANYWAY, WE'VE JUST GOT EARTH & THAT'S HIS

COLD & DAMP NEW YORK CITY AND CHICAGO TO OL' FUNKY L.A.

YOU KNOW WHERE IT HITS, RIGHT & LEFT, IMPERIAL HIGHWAY.

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY, I LOVE L.A. A RANDY NEWMAN REGARD

ALL THE WEATHER THAT THE EQUATOR WOBBLES FOR, A BALL

KID KNEW IT ALL ALONG, IMPERIAL HWY & SANTA MONICA BLVD

MORE FOR SHOW THAN FOR THE GOOD & BAD TO KNOW, IT ALL

IS IN FRONT OF THE EYES OF THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS BLIND

FOLLOWING YOU LIKE ANGELS BEHIND THE SIGHTLESS TARP

NOT MANY BUT THE FEW SHARP DRESSED MEN WHO DRESS UP

IN TOPS & BOTTOMS TO THE SHOES OR COWBOY BOOTS' KIND.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Rocktober XIIIth in the year MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted before the Sacramento & Portland scrap it out, the Kings vs. the Trailblazers will see whose SCOUTS of the NBA made their owners proud to pay the payroll to the PRODUCT! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Meadowlark Lemon
Lemon with the Harlem Globetrotters in 1975
Born	Meadow George Lemon III[1] April 25, 1932 Wilmington, North Carolina, U.S.
Died	December 27, 2015 (aged 83) Scottsdale, Arizona, U.S.
Occupations	Basketball player, actor, minister
Known for	The Harlem Globetrotters
Spouse	Cynthia Lemon ​ (m. 1994⁠–⁠2015)​
Children	10