#MyWayTheOnlyWay #TheWay #ToBeOrNotToBeTrue #ThatsLife #SINATRA @Frankie #Happy71stAnniversary Ma & Pa July 2nd, 1950 A.D. @ChrisJanson #BeerMe

 SHREDDIN' & KICKIN' UP DUST BELOW 5 CENT STARS
Got a wake up call the night before last, you remember what I had told you
It was a dream within a dream like the one you're havin' right now, booboo
Callin' me out & draggin' you right behind me to keep it cool, my sins to ban
Smokin' kills the fire, not impossible, why blame the burn for the fire, man?

Cracked nuts before I knew I had one, dreamin' in a dream again ad infinitum
Peculiar like my conception from the virgin's egg & the inseminator's scrotum
Finite boys and girls turned into morality & ethics enforcement for us to trace
Blue or black, either way it's all easy to trace by the tears on your & my face.

Screaming up & down the scales, drummin' skins of treetop wood, holy wind
Babies came from love and lust, admiration and jealousy of others' golden find
Babes in adult pampers, gettin' ready to become wasted in a valley, apple hill
Cannot make it up, the fiction is incredible, the Truth is forever unknown still.

Symbolic imbeciles and morons running the economic & political social Tea
Inherited systemic racism, blue blood inside runs red outside the skin's time
Sweet as a honey bee reject, a sting remains, I want no part of a fool's rhyme
Yes to the sunny days and the rain on the track that makes the slope slippery.

Off of the cliff you jump since there was nowhere else to go, had to fall down
It was a ring around the roses, you were my glass of wine, I was a shade tree
Monkeys get stung just like the rest of the apes, forms & matter unjustify Me
OK man, you get no nickel back when you're all washed up down by the river!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 2nd, 1950-1954 Anno Domini @ 07:59 AMPST
{  Redacted from sister JoJo & mom Teri & pops Al & #1Bro Al Jr. #ALL4RIP & I flung this out the #Cosmos listenin' to @Nickelback #LiveAndLoud link @ https://youtu.be/j2t7nBsH83A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SINATRA #OldBlueEyesHits @BobMarley #Rastafa

 

RASTAFARIAN SWIM IN THE MASS, BRAIN HAS A MASS, GOD SERVES MASS
In #FoldsOfHonor, the riff raff sings of the days before they died in battle, too young to die
In jungles and sand boxes, forests, undersea of the oceans, in and out of Time, we're flying
Through nowhere you can imagine, the astronauts & cosmonauts & titans of commerce go
Come back here to home and being a displaced soul isn't as easy as they were told it'd be.

In fact, a new set of rules only for them, the disconnected from gravity, dead end's kids
Like a perpetual buzzing, hissing inside of your head, not a sound for anyone else in sin
Silence for the minions who've arrived by accident or on purpose, yet deranged the Ids
Psychological machines your grandma yelled for you to watch out for, automatic rockin'.

There's no stairway to heaven and no underworld of hades for the faithfully departed set
Take my word for it, I'm a baptized, Roman Catholic skeptic leaning, atheist, one free man
Not a slave to God, not a slave to men of any kind, rich or poor, lawful citizen or incarcerate
Neverland will return evermore at any momentus event, a Big Bang of God, I am the apeman.

It ain't your fault nor is it mine but the cause is still the Cause of everything in a dirty Tball
Supermen and suprawomen have no inkling about the unfathomable, yet they redirect It
Supply and demand of the controllers without identity, maybe one, maybe more, that is all
You will stop the faith, the hope and the charity the moment, the moment. . .  ah, shi....t!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, July 1st, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #AngelzGuidance in 1111Hz @ https://youtu.be/4GmHsFr7_3A & some #SinatraInPalmSprings @https://youtu.be/uApTZjtc-PM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

#LivingEasy #DyingHardlyBleeding #ZorroRocksAndRollsDonJuan @Santana @Zorro & @StevieRay

 

DEEPER INTO THE SPECIES' CONS, SPINS MARTY'S REVOLUTION
What we all need to do is, well, be the conscious mind & take a breath, chill, this ain't no disco
Your choice in the matter is the form of ghost you undertake before an undertaker moves on in
Lucky to have the species' members who make business deals to profit from the Ends of our kin
A coffin or a casket or an urn on top of the fireplace's ledge, where bad angels always fear to go.

In the name of the father of me, you and every other human form of being, that's the God's son
I am a mere speck of dust in the cosmos in subatomic form, Nothing is far beyond my ego of fun
All I ever really wanted to do in this life was live without pain and suffering, once in a while I did
The unbalance tilts toward the Will to Power failure of the singular ego I was programmed to be.

In many years of watchin' the four seasons wobble around beneath and above me, we will abort
A conclusion that's undeniable even by the dedicated skeptic who doesn't have a lick of faith cred
All of the assumed premises are absolutely true, therefore the conclusion, the deduction's it, dead
To you and I and every other rational being in the universe, whatever that means, Life's too short!

Humble without any expectation of Good, Evil or Indifference, I too have Pride, lions have a Pride
Monkeys in the jungle or out on the savanna with the zipper mouths who didn't become extinct
Everything that breathes the gas in and out, all of the things of all forms that reproduce for food
All of It is what we all are, cosmic relief of gravitational collapse, we're in Singularity mode, dude!

This is very old news & it means that the Earth has atrophied and has become what you see y'all
Countdown is entering the final phase and momentum of Time and Space is out of your purview
Hang on tight to something, keep your eyes closed and feel the End for One moment & then . . .
Deputy sheriffs and the marshals have turned in their badges, retired and gone rogue, in heaven.

End of Times has Earth in tiny chunks all still circling the Sun in ecliptic orbit, It Is All, too human
For the purpose of just trying to be entertained during one's ennui of being alone, a star, no fans
Oh mama I'm in fear for my life from the long & short arms of outlaws forcing two burned hands
Royal flush deleted from the lexicon, even priests & nuns know where I am comin' from, so Amen.

Taught me about the demons and the angels before I could imagine them on my own, un poquito
I didn't want to believe that there is something Unknown to humanity, to my brothers & mothers
Now's the last moment I will to power and silently voice my opine to the ears of the babes, sisters
Amazed at the self realization that I am the same as I was before my Ma & Pa concept, #eggricoh!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 1st, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 0830 hours
{ Drafted while listenin' to #SopranosHittinHighNotes on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/4nyPvjcRs0k }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Creepin'Y'all #DeadAndGone #SheGotARockAndImGettinStoned #TheSnakesAsp @TheSopranos

#GO2CHURCH

 

SOPHISTICATED HUSKIES FROM THE STEPS OF HANS
Dogs in the House of Huskies where Siberians fear to go with or without you in the bag
Isolated the men from the mice and you with the rats in the traps, tryin' to hang the hag
With the comedy and the tragedy at hand, here on this plane of animated evolutionary tic
On the way to either the fiasco's finale or the shocked awakened ones' deleted idiots' toc.

In & on the subjects predicating the objects with prepositions, conjunctions & interjections
Cuban cigars and Cuban heels were featured on that prom night in '69, on a deadman's hand
It hurt like Charles Dickens meaning like a hero & a villain of the identical saga of mortal sins
On these settled contents, the oil rises to the top, the chaff sinks to One Void, a DNA strand.

You and I will both get what's comin' to us in the end, whatever that means, it's tautological
Means nothing at all but the Truth of what will be will be, #QueSeraSera like the Day of Doris
Sang like a sweet bird, recorded in the field of dream states where your godmother & God Is
Out of your mind and out of sight and sound and even the taste and odoriferous smell on call.

Between four walls, below one ceiling, upon one floor of being there's Nothing but ice freeze
On all of the other apes' backs the burden is a herd of beasts, an entire species of cro-magnon
In the burning, hot heat of the sunlight there is an afterburner I sense is overheated to seize
It's not your fault that you're you, now you're responsible just because you're 18 or 21, son.

Into the military, a steady job movin' up from base pay of an E-1 to an E-9 in an Air Force toy
Fruit salad begun and ended in four years, overseas for Lady Liberty and the ol' Bowery boys
Where the saps sink into oblivion just like the dead heroes and leftover bums & a cub scout
Simple minded grind is life and up to the bitter ends, let's give 'em somethin' to talk about!

It may not be the best or worst of things but one thing's for sure, it's the one and only thing
Nothing more nor less than what's right there in front of you, a keen smell's gourmet tasting
Food being the dead that used to be alive, plants and animals, let's be honest, we're #Pacman
Eating everything in sight, above & below to the left & the right, until the A-team's all chosen.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PM PST
{ #BookEmDano drafted while watchin' #EveryDeathInTheSopranos on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZPKSP6IE3Gw }
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?

#Physics & #Chemistry = #LifeOnEarthInHeavenAlready #NobodyCanTellYouWhyBut @TheEaglesBand

 

WOKE UP IN A BIZARRE SPACE, MONA LISA & BARE, NEKID LADIES, BANG-ZOOM
Stupid is as stupid does, somebody blurted out the Truth in your name & you don't know it either
If you allow the unthinkable, you may get old & you may die young but it will be a dirty, rat killer
On the field or the court or the rink, the sport of the mask of Zorro remains all that lovin' tips
All of the rest of humanity has masks off, nothing to hide but a big nose and misshapen tulips.

Jumping up and down, go into the formidable monkey stance, be the ape of the grape vine
Wine to die for in bottles and carafes of tooty fruity grape vine blood, recycled water-wine
Simply the best of the hot fun in the summertime, once the harvest is done & the party hits
In @Pink or in #Blues of the southern Mississippi created from the only way to survive s#itz.

Keep an eye on the prize 'cause it cannot disappear, it's created from hocus-pocus, all out of focus
For the sake of all dreamers coming after you, write down the thing itself, get it all, copy's a must
You have no choice little brother, the older sisters await the Word, they hang on for one, last drip
Of water turned to wine, drunken in the safe with God's baked, thin hose of a body, a holy LSD trip.

The content was just plain old sauvignon, not cold blood of a savior of heaven or earth, oh my God
Or in a manner of speaking, the flow is an amazing bit of trucking up & down the freeway turnpike
Finding fuel in between the star trek of apes full of themselves and their iconic mythology, train me
Oh, that's right, they did, the nuns, priests, father, mother, my friends & hell, love me some enemy!

Muscle memory is in the genes or it's not, that's a byte of free wisdom that will be unheeded by all
It's not their fault because it's the nature of the beast to approach the impossible & go with the flow
Nothing can be done about it, north pole to south & all around the equator's underground nest blow
Among youngsters who won't grow to affect the tilt of Earth, it's up to the left overs who get the call.

A day before you die, think about the nature of being and why you were here to watch the world spin
Being on it every moment of your life gave the ultimate experience in feeding caged monkeys for fun
It's just the way it is when the funk becomes a soprano singer in a baritone world of mean, wise guys
Hung the good with the bad, they were all hung up with the meanness of hurting, as they were spun.

Mothers and fathers do this to their children and then attempt to blame them for deeds they never did
A hit man runs around killing everyone he's told to kill & gets away with the crime once it becomes hid
From minions who judge others before they've been judged, shoot & kill everyone who is out of tunes
At the end, Ends will be a challenge for you, survivors bleed to death too, idiot morons on sand dunes.

Here & now as Space & Time are measurements of your duration of consciousness' of days & nights
Forever and a day will be about the moment you conceive that the dream is ad infinitum, good fights
Reason and logic have Nothing to do with anything at all, random collisions of rock makes us all roll
To the rhythm and the beat just like it ought to be, on every planet, forever, in the name of the Soul.

Poles aligned accidentally on purpose by the Fear and Loathing of being left alone without parents
Godless and in charge, it's the all too human functionaries of mankind, the demons in clown suits
Representing the clan of fire worshiping mouth breathers who follow 10 commands of the Sting
Moderation to the malfunction which will be done but in due time, when I'm done with My Living.

As you lie dying on my front room rug that's never been cleaned, now you've died on top of the shag
I won't weep for you 'cause you didn't want me to, you wouldn't know it anyway even if I did you jag
It's a matter of knowing what's known & unknown, that's the ticket man, sing a song of a wooden leg
Pumped up behind the scenes, only the Sopranos die young except a few & my Mother-in-Law, Peg.

by
r j j  stephan, I
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:38 AMPST
{ Drafted watchin' #EveryDeathInTheSopranos @TheSopranoClan https://youtu.be/ZPKSP6IE3Gw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontBelieveMeForEver #BlameItOnLoveLust #ManIsNOTKind

#BlameItOnLove

 

LOVE STARTS WITH AN 'L' AND ENDS WITH AN 'E'
A dream within a cosmic malfunction of the Unknown, an Occult origin of our daddy's shelves
Where our fathers came for a second and caused this mess of the order of things themselves
Mamas feared the days we'd come unglued & give the the Earth itself it's due, runnin' dozens
From Mississippi to Peru, the pipeline of the golden triangle was complete, an isosceles' three.

Bunch of crunch and munch that eats through the mud and the cool breeze by my head blow
Inside the mind is nowhere to be found, the guy or the gal who made me, they are all gone
Never coming back that I will ever acknowledge, no reincarnated essence of Ma & Pa's song
Nothing but dead air & space between, like 'tween your own two ears & everyone you know.

Pink and aqua make it all a royal purple as the chiefs and queens prefer, an honor to be One
Many are the concocted philosophies of the Many, all done, begun as a daughter or a godson
Virgins from heaven are scrubbed and we've received the communion of the empty Void cup
No chalice of whining blood or communion bodies of God's daughters' all too human wisdom.

Age zero to a hundred, there you go again, one after the other, 20 people & 20 generation Id
Moved from one mind to another until the whole shebang passed out from asphyxiation, kid
My kids and yours all know nothing to begin with, just like all of us, they'll always know it too
Bigger than the microscopic nuclei that comprise the things, I sense, you sense a useless fool.

In and out of the country, I play country music and rock the socks off of my sweet darlin' girl
Written what it was I was thinkin' about when I was asleep in the dream last night, ah curls!
Hair to die for above a mind-set that knows me like my sister or mother, she's the One, pearls
Nothing better and nothing worse than thinkin' about being way gone without her, my world.

Funk inside of the race and you drop it all down to the bottom of the pit when Time comes in
To find what needs to be taken away from the preset and blown channels of Texican rock rolls
A Senorita living in Mexico or California just waiting for all of us to come in and find her, bam!
Goin' up and down my naked spine, expecting the happiness that's been here forever, a jam.

Gone long in the tooth & the ending of the story progresses from here to there yet, I will not
Won't be the One any longer, I will be None in my baggies & spats, my ducktail draggin' robot
Life of the tattoos on my legs, arms, back, chest and face, all of the ink for divine recollection
Of what the men and the mice forgot about, here today, gone tomorrow, free will, mortal sin.

Something to write and nothing to say, be the one who doesn't know anything, that I am One
Of movement and duplicating the DNA over and over again until perfection results from dung
It will sooner or later, in the treble or in the bass, music of how far heaven is from me, parsecs
One step beyond the last step is the next step into the menudo of playdough, it's all for #SEX.

by
r j j  stephan, I
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MCMXXI Anno Domini
{ Jammed to #KnuckleheadsSaloon #LosLonelyBoys @https://youtu.be/atuCez5DgeU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

LOS LONELY BOYS * SANTANA * SUPERNATURAL & SHAMAN * #ADOUMA

INSTRUMENTS OF LOVE. ROSE'S PHILOSOPHICAL ANOMALY
For the first and last time, the notes are clear from Do, Re, Mi to Fa, So, La & a rock sound
Ad infinitum, one and the same as the many...EYES in heaven can't see sound underground
From the topsoil to the core, this burned out sun called Earth is all we got left of my 3 sons
Wrinkles in your sleeve can't stop you from handing it over to the authority, one's hot buns.

Implication of taking a chance at the resolution of an irresolvable conflict, with the heat on
Hot and on the street of every city in America, don't know about the other six continents' sin
Therefore, don't ask me any questions and I'll tell you know lies, although come to think of it
Maybe I will and maybe I won't, it just depends on the whim of a moment that I see the light.

Sixteen to a hundred and six, I left everything I gained out on the street, what I got left, I need
Without y'all following me around as I gallop around the block with a hollow interior, I bleed
Dripping the effulgence of my indulgences owed to me by a power that is, not powers that be
Feeling of hopelessness and an inevitable nuclear option is the end of the line, just to be free.

You ain't gonna live forever either, don't chew know?  Just because you think you're so pretty?
Coming into the future from the past leaves one, single moment of a present unmoved mover
Everything in the game's rules and the point of the instruction is guidance to avoid the Void
Which is everywhere else but right in the source of Soul, Spirit, the Word, I am robot android.

Becoming one with a moment of one's personal conception of Oneness, a live facebook post
It's not because I said so, I'm just a messenger so do not nail me to wood or let the Squad fire
Meaning and incomprehensibility are what I'm talking 'bout, I get the last mumbled word, sire
Pilgrims and scientists cracked atomic fission & fusion, naming a father, son & one holy ghost.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1500 hrs PST
{ Matter, Energy, me & with or without you, it's a matter of Time in Space, mortality with hope of immortality of a non-chemical body without DNA, you're kiddin' right?  Jammed this little ditty while listenin' to a bit of #Ozzy & the boys, @BlackSabbath #LiveInParis1970 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7rF2OSSDoMU }
F U B A R
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones 1 @LosLonelyBoys #BuyHerSomeDrinks @RunawayJune #LOWrider @WARtheBand #RobustBlunderbust

YOU'RE RIGHT TO SAY IT YET I DON'T BELIEVE 'IT'
All too common humanity coming apart at the seams, lettin' me become the iconic MRI mind design
Filling up all of the holes in the arguments I can discover in the lexicon, both on line & in a bibliotek
Writing may not have been inside of a cave wall but the meaning of the unknown is clearly apparent
Look up at night when the clouds don't interfere with your vision to see for miles and miles, godsent.

What in the bottom of the Earth's hot core are you positing, cro-magnon & neanderthal were #aliens
Disturbing to find out that there was no Adamic malfunction of the Will to Power or Eve's mortal sins
Compared to this & that of the normal, a day's frequency & wavelength of light & sound, now ending
End your surname with a vowel or a consonant will signify you're ancestry, the DNA gene pool O-ring.

Without history, I begin again but with the identical causes preceding the identical effects undercover
Never upset the apple cart, never pick the first apple, never admit your #FakeGuilt to a sheriff or her
Either way you lose since you just wanted to satisfy an ego like we all do, a Santa Barbara original sin
In regular or irregular beats of the heart, the ending is always the same, a cardiac arrests the attention.

Milkin' mother's breasts until the formula is reproduced by Nothing in Mother Nature other than DNA
Pure essence of nucleic acid freezing in the arteries and veins, up and down flow into & outta the heart
Red or purple as long as it's not black and blue, that is the healthy color of burning Love, stare at a Bay
When old sol sets, it's only our own movement on the ground that changes the vision, Sun's God's fart.

I am the only one that will die when it's time for me to end the cause & effect relation to waking sleep
In the dreams & out of the night's mares, I shuffled Harlem to Watts & up to Wenatchee forest's keep
Rode a pony ghost from camp to camp, unseen, fearless pioneer cowboys of a post revolution breath
Monkey's shining from gluteus maxiumus to the thin lips of disguised, tooth decay, not food at death.

Bury 'em deep in a hole, six feet or more under the grass and granite above, waiting for rain to dance
Allowing all living to see the ending before it's over, pay attention to the ritual, the holy roll reverence
For one who's all gone as well as acknowledging Blind Faith myths, a narrow gangway to the unknown
It's a fungible token, symbolic pointlessness to the DNA movin' into SuperNova mode, apes in a gown.

Bums & junkies grow from babies gone to school to learn ABC's & how to dissect arguments for Truth
History, geography, science, math give the awareness that you're not Food for the Agriculture's tooth
From microscopic understanding a blind faith overcomes it all with the personal fear of dying, forever
Happiness is rolling stones singing songs & other rolling stones joining in, such a cost of long, red hair.

Of pirates with long hair. they will move on to all of the seven seas because land lubbers, it can't move
Staying in the same spot because they either own it or were allotted it by the Organization of a groove
This made in vinyl, gold and platinum for the sake of the almighty dollar, $$ cash is king, queens know
All there is left is the record of the past, seen in the future by those in the present presence, just blow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June 28th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:10 AMPST
{  Jammed while listenin' to @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/kfORcR2VSbc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EasyLikeSundayMorning #SureSoundsFunny #ImEasy @CHICAGOtheBAND

 

GODGHOSTS RODE ROAD CA 49 TO SR193, I'M CRYIN'
They didn't want to, they had to, to ride or not to ride on 2 wheels, a '70 mopar coffin cupcake
Even if you're the world's best rider on a Harley, an Indian or a BMW, you could lay it on down
When you least expect it, someone pulls out and cuts you off like you're not even there apeman
It's over when it's over but you never expect the next scoot to be your last, in or outta the Fubar.

Function of the calculus is to figure the relationship between me and the unknown All, the holy
Inside of my own mind, in my own head and not outside of my 208 bones, I'm the One & Only
Judgement calls are the gist of the existence, how to adapt & survive on a hostile planet of mugs
Wheels in the black space way above the Sirius clouds of unknowing, a spastic DNA flies on rugs.

Magic carpet rides ensue for as long as the insurance doesn't run out, some people die on the rug
Last wishes for some humans is to fall to one's ultimate extinction of consciousness, gone to sleep
When you're not conscious you cannot feel pain and suffering, only if the brain works, connected
But in a collision with the ground of being, descending at 32 feet per sec/sec, not to be, undead.

I loved that & you loved that, we all loved that thing, you know the thing itself, come on, aw hell
From One cell, from a God, our nuclear familia spurts from a Big Bang's DNA, rung freedom's bell
Unconscious sleeper, lying down and still alive in a coma without any doctor, nurse's MASH crew
Assimilation of the idiot with the genius and you produce Adam & Eve out of a Void, cosmic stew.

Histrionics aside, I've got to catch a few waves at Malibu in the AM, be up around 5 past amiga
Can't get the surf up until the dawn breaks or the sunset flakes, either way, in a state of OJ juice
Gods underwater life can't be seen from the surface, it's too deep for the philosophy of dementia
Forgot about the subjects & predicates that were passive/aggressive given assumptions, get loose.

Two wheels, 1200 cc's, full tank of petrol & my saddle full of me, myself & I ready to ride, to fly
Up to the top of the mountains of Sierra and back down to The Valley of fruit & nuts, for to die
The doctors say I should've become extinct before now, yet I've encroached upon gold, it's done
For lead to paradise turns to gold, a fly on the wall knows, God's ghosts' summer wind's all gone.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:47 PMPST
{  Surf-jammin' to #BestOfOldiesButGoodiesClassicCollection @ https://youtu.be/naqqtuhHAyg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CONTENTSlove

#HeresLookinAtYou #DeepDarkLight

<3 DIMANCHE <3

SEVENTEEN PURPLE TULIPS IN A PARALLAX VERSE

From the heads to the feet, up and down the escalator to and from the stars above, a bent End
It's what I see & I'm blinded by the ultraviolet light not to mention the irritating sea of infrared
In any case actually in every single case without exceptions, y'all are already fried, way too high
It's not what I want as a person, in a place, messing with things other than me, cheese-apple pie.

Desire of the rocks underground and the empty skies above Ma Earth, absolute zero negativeness
Cancelling culture warriors who cringe & run to mama when the battle's afoot, smoked potheads
If you get what you want, it's what you needed to do while you were present, stay out the beds
Lying down or lying about the Truth, as it is, as it should be and always was, God almighty, Elvis!

Been up and down in the elevator, caught my foot in the door, broke my foot, my ankle smashed
Uncle James, sponsor of my confirmation in the Pope's school of my Pops, my daddio, my pal AL
Called me out from the bottom of the barrel where the rats lie & drink grapes without the wrath
Monkeys seeing whatever monkeys do and repeating the motion, ad infinitum, until death's bath.

Ones leftover who remain alive once your bucket's kicked will weep, rejoice & be happy far away
More than kilometers & parsecs to the Origin of animated atoms, cold souls of Cesarean mayday
Monkey business of the elite apes passing down the gold to leftover cyber punks without a clue
Ignorant and in full bliss mode, the monkeys fill in the blanks with fodder of their Mother's stew.

Now and then you're going to stop and smell the roses before they die and become aster dusted
A conglomerate of historical mayhem, atomic fission & fusion both below and above it all, busted
Jump over the hurdle, fall into the empty hole that you're in charge of, it's your hole, it's your fall
Bottomless pit below and above us, you & I will never cease falling down below, never stop, Y'all!

Huge wanderlust going down inside of the skull, contained but in dire straits of breaking the bind
A memory of what used to be and what it is not now, pushed the envelope to be opened to find
Empty promises of disappearing words, deaf to the sounds of guttural regurgitation, quiet Ones
There's no other left, words unspoken, unwritten, unread, unknown to the gods or my only sons.

Bears move in and out of the picnic grounds before the rats and squirrels get the word out, Lunch
Crumbs dropped from the lips of the mouth-breathers whose noses are stuck up & stuffed up too
Can't breathe, can't sniff or huff or get a scent of the matter, world dire straits don't confront me
Comin' in hot for a landing on the short runway of the carrier, I'm down, I'm One again, I am Out!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted in a liquid state, in a solid state of hoping & a gaseous state of California while jammin' to @TheSylistics #HITS #StoneLoveWithYou link @ https://youtu.be/XMAL-TRMZnE }
 

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
   
#ABreakupMakeup
'5' Grand Daughters from Other mothers!  #EyesGotDown  #SpeciesSurvival