#CreamRisesToTheTop #CreamingDreamingScheming #WOKE #SQWAT #MansGodsHaveRisenAgain

LOOK, IT'S NOT UP TO ME OR YOU BUT WHO IN GOD'S NAME IS PROVIDENCE?
Pressured league or two undersea, below the above where gas can be pretend to be fake nirvana
Got hardly an alternative, under L.A.'s constant pressure to live & die in peace pipe smoke's Canna
System was written in stone before the first note was beaten or blown or twanged skin and steel
Brown paper bag with an open container, I smuggled it in to be drunk in a minute, it's so unreal!

Someone spiked the punch with an hallucinogenic particle or two that invaded my genome's DNA
For the sake of warning the innocent yet completely responsible for their actions, beware of dogs
Real and imaginary, both snarl inside of your mind's eye & enter your conscious mind's plethora
Mercy and guilty pleasure will put you deep, six feet under workin' retiree of the dream, it's Ra!

In the sweet by and bye wherever that may be, outside of the lyrics of the song, it's in the beats
Where angels fear to go with or without you and I, Zeus to Zoroaster', Osiris' and Isis' motorboats
All for One thing only, keeping company with the humanity that evolved out of slime molds' oats
From a lead preposition, it follows that everything else is the effect of that first cause, that word.

Therefore, I deduce the conclusion which follows from the great and the dead, no credit due me
That is, of the men and women who have not been born of mankind, ancestral lineage of the free
All of those alive and dead as well as those unconceived, all heads will roll on the one sun's son
Just because it had to be that way, pain, suffering, pleasure and the joyful moments of abandon.

Apple tree was what the legend used for the symbol of wisdom, knowledge & goodness' evil
Trouble in paradise cause this fall to the bottom of the pit with the insect & diamondback kill
Songs sung before cowboy acts & one finale, unknown unmasked, dream fiction exposed fun
Made them all up right there on Providence's spot, punch line-jokes killed one, a seventh son.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday, July Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Kicked out of the #Void while listenin' to @Jim_Croce #HisGreatestSongs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T7Wm0X3ia8g }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheRifleman #ReplayedAdInfinitum #QuickDrawsMcGraws #TeaseMePlease

SAWBUCK AS HIGH AS TWO FINS
Nothing but a pitfall ahead, drop the mike, behind all steps we take, monstrous she-vapes
Drama's mystery is difficult to discover, don't mean to tweet upon twists of a reverent buzz
Elderberry, blueberry & raspberry in a shoe box, sunk to the bottom of empty barrels of apes
Forget about it my friendly arch-enemies, in the end it'll be as it always was & will be, eh?

Gonads and mammary glands to keep the species from becoming extinct, love's extinct lust
For all of the trouble achieving happiness & avoiding despair, I have way too much to ask
Opened a hole in Jane's flower, smoked Saturn & Neptune with Uranus' cheese-butter bust
Smoked from the left over fire, One Sun's creation of Life on Earth is dear to a terrible task.

Groves of elk rutted & made the hunting season for the meat off their four legged hosts, red
If they had a ghost they had to give it up to the forces that be beyond my scope & copay grade
Yet, I smile and keep walking with one foot in front of the other, as my father taught me, walk
The alternative to movement, animation is the termination of DNA replication, a host, all dead.

Love, charity, compassion, if and only if the sweet leaf has made it past my lips' 3rd eye owl-wise
Gavel came down, the hammer was thrown up to the stratosphere with my children's hair score
Candid camera scoop of Iced Cream, the origin of the universe, we're the danger we feared a finis
Monsters of drunks, monkeys on a Midway, strung out, squirted Chicago in & out, my barn door!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, July Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 2:22 PMPST
{ Drafted H2O under the bridge while listenin' to @BarenakedLadies (Love them!) #WhatAGoodBoy & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9T-7qk32WBE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

420 or CDXX in @RomanNumerals #ToMyGodsonsOne @MontgomeryGentryBinge #NewsForYou @MorganWallen #WhiskeyGlasses

420 or CDXX, IT'S BEER30 ON THE CLOCK

Proven apeman's altar honoring a sun's One, to fly we all git high
It's not a myth that you & I will slip into Darkness, an infinity blow
Governor's marking of the civilized, obedience for afterlife, oh no
Signify an ape's syncopation, psycho-babble edible, cherry pie.

3.14 units in & out of the pyramid's full volume, a myth's 3rd buzz
Healthy & deteriorating on the head of the coin, it's all there was
A colossus of the coliseum moved the virtual reality to ring bells
There's nothing more nor less than soldiers, hookers & El skulls.

Out of rock caves now, runnin' dozens on serf folk, the slave bro
Worship of a star's summer solstice shiner through a holy, old O
Is the ignorance the ticket to extinction?  You nailed it to a cross
Inside a man's high-minded ideas reveal One old heartless boss.

Coming in and out of matter, the essence of lying about origins
It's hidden and secret, occultish & way too human to be true me
A speck of dust in virtual reality Isis whims about a god, Osirus
Murder of boys and girls both Antonio or Tony, I can't be Sirius.

Symbols of shaped granite's special effects, wild horses' two reins
Higher than maternal Earth's outer shell in empty, paternal cosigns
My father's father called my father Sonny, little Al to big Al, chief
He wore the white cap and saved hundreds of Chicagoans' Life!

Fire us all in hot forms, Jake's ladders up against walls to the sky
Underground eventually like you and I will be, heroes come & go
Divine heroes are gods we'll never see with a tiny, blind third eye
Hidden is as good as closed, One seeing is believing a 420 blow.

Where's the sheriff and the constable at the end when in need?
Nowhere.  Can't help you with the grim reaper?  Who needs 'em
Nobody required, no rabbi, priest, minister or preacher shaman
Just One recollection of The day BEFORE your conception, Sin!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  July 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST #EmergencyRed
{ Dropped this dime on y'all while listenin' to #Trace & #Blake #HillbillyBone link @ https://youtu.be/OGoiiwxTWeE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#VigorousVirginiaSweet #LightInDarkness #UntilICollapse @RandomRNARecombination #Finale

ARRESTED ATTENTION, LONG HAIRS & A MACABRE OMEN IN THE WOMB
It's not like I created the universe or the solar system for that matter, the sun's shinin' lighter man
Other than that, I found that the Earth is spinning, wobbling and revolving in orbit about the s#It
Cream of the crop we are here and now on the only planet to allow DNA survival of the barely fit
Monkeys in some form appear to be the likely relatives of the man with a plan in a hip Ghanistan.

Barrels of root beer and fruit of the vine from the hundred yards of the gridiron's chalk and turf
Taken right out of the archives of morons and idiots evolved in immediate control of The Smurf
Beings from another place in Space, fallen like angels out of heaven, long before mankind's reign
Bombs and rockets aside, gunpowder & chinese fertility will overcome one genome, batchit sign.

None of this action & predication kills monsters on & off screen, on stage or behind iron curtains
Things themselves will roll the wheels off of the rims, hub caps will fly and steel belts' mortal sins
To the mice & men who traverse tollways & expressways, linked freeways between all interstates
All or none & one for all, drunk on the Kool-aid, grape, cherry of a Hawaiian punched out of fates.

Drafted & conscripted for the War of this World, terrible TNT weapon, aposteriori of extinction
Build it and they will use it, that's why you've got to live for today 'cause tomorrow it'll be done
Even if you don't want it to, tomorrow might be next year, next decade, before a one and a two
I would not lie and I'm not one to double-cross your heart and soul with the twist of a tin screw.

Maybe Dead ones have something that living many will never have, all in on a Time/Space's warp
Underworld of the core that came from no apparent origin, blamed on gods & accidents of CoVid
Streaming electrons from dark, empty skies, well done here and now for all tweets' twerps' below
Sliding into One's own tail is one way to work it all out, an amorphous anomaly, a dark, holy hole.

Times to live and times to die of pierced armor or DNA fission of atomic fusion, slipped a Mickey
Not the mouse that was Mighty but the timid friend of Minnie, Pluto and Goofy & ol' duck Daffy
Omens from the hieroglyphics recorded on the stone and the rice paper parchment, Truth of God
Earth shakes & quakes, the lava runs, the islands rise from the H2O evaporation into Space blood.

Freedom to nobody here and now, all surviving at the mercy of the Revolution & orbit continuum
Extinction or survival are the only choices, ain't no dream you'll awake from, we, y'all lie sleepin'
It's the way it is, gravitational collapse & a Big Bang in perpetuity, being my boomerang creepin'
Mythological reasons for Ends of the World, Zeus, Zarathustra & dragons in heaven's wild scum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, July 8th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 2:22 PMPST
{ #FinishedThisMastaPeace while flinchin' to #TheUniverse #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/81271185?trackId=155573560 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DollsInTheHouseOf48Cards #SheWasDown #HeWasUp #AllInTheNameOfLiberty #ItsAJailbreakOnTheJakeBrake

7 SEVENS OF PRETENSION, I GOT BENT ON EASY STREET
Comparing '49', seven sevens in particular to the general propositional logic, original sinnin'
Empty sky's set of gigabytes full of A Void which has the drop on y'all, plethora of superflies
Angels and devils go up and down as nature evolved from zero to these blind, empty skies
You and I know of this illusion in the middle of breathing in and out, O2 gas of evaporation.

In this Time of this millennium, 21st year after the End of the Last Millennium 1999, one Prince
Revolutionary will of cosmic dust without a drop of milk or fake regal sustenance's purple rain
Yet, it is as it was and always will be, same old yesterday will be today and tomorrow for man
Born of a woman who was thrust out of an Edenish garden of welfare from a god's sixpence.

Men called a dream both reality & utter nonsense, depending on random directional whim
I am one of many messengers, irrational beings who can keep 'em separated, #WordUp afar
We are not one & the same due to repetition out loud in linguistic turpitude & @AdultSwim
Finding nothing but air in the lost and found, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen & acid gas of a star.

Define 'pretension' from #WebsterDepot, ostentation and pretension aside, I am as you were
A product of the multiplication of two and mitotic divide of acid from somewhere in heaven
Above and below the clouds or the wisps of Space's whiff around the electronic orbit of her
She being the Earth and the moon that are the only vision man has, blinded by the light fear.

Completed & as fired up as you can be, all of the One fixated on afterlife's place, heaven's die
Promises left over from the dead men and women, saints and saviors all, so we'd all be a seer
God fearing of the night, darkness' will, unknown X's all about a Promised Land 6 senses' high
Hallucinatory illusion you'd be alive forever, somewhere, someplace, but reality is a GD MFer!

Able and free willing to accept the random nature of your origin, your ma & pa in copulation
That's it now, you're neither here for more than a moment nor were you ever there, it's a sin
Original one inherited from skinny bone of a divinely created ape with a flaw, blamed you too
For just being alive and thinking that you exist now or in the past or the future, music is blue!

Reason for historical madness is only available after it's decrepit, a holy maggotbrain charade
Violations of uncommon commands, fine deadmen commands, droppin' dimes in the shade
They are not waiting for all of us that remain alive above the ground, no my friend, it's a ruse
Children fear the Truth, that it is all there is, here & now, up in smoke on a pyre, weed, booze!

I rolled sevens and elevens once in a million throws up against the brick wall, lost my cash too
Had to go and load up empty bottles for the return deposits, two cents or a nickel apiece, few
But enough for penny candy at the dime store where angels feared to go fill a pocket of stash
Chocolate melted in your pocket as if you were slick enough to rob the market without cash.

From the ethics of right and wrong, good and bad, the boy at the altar served the clerks' sins
Helped some saviors drop blood & die every day for centuries, all drunken altar boys' priests
Dropped some acid or some molly & then God's will was done, upon the mountain's sheathe
Eyes wide open and mortally wounded, this is It, get it now or never, breathe, O just breathe!

Dreamscape of the landscape is like the song that remains the same, on or off the main stage
Parades began and ended on a Sunday before we arrived, now there's only a holy vortex of ilk
Maudlin and morose beyond the pale of the good, bad & ugly, the beauty always wears silk
Contents is content to list an additive to water, milk, whiskey & beer, turn pretension's page.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 7-7-2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST
{ Concocted in a dubious psychosis involving the Word & the Flesh who dwelt within me & jammin' on some @AC/DC #POWERUP link @ https://youtu.be/HyubgRReJbc }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyMuseMargie

#GetDownAt @DarylsHouse #CuttinCornucopiacRock

<3 <3 <3

OLD LADY's MIRACULOUS SHREDS OF HEART-STRINGS, I LIED, DYING
Immense expanse of rockin' the houses, add to the equity of a quantifiable dark star, black blow
Mink people I call them, cooperation with their modus operandi forces my hand so I overeat crow
In apple pie, every day 'fore I die which means any day from now until some doomsday yesterday
Certainty is slaying gods, near and far, both concepts are in the lit up eyes in battle, a power play.

A need to know will qualify you for nothing more nor less than anything y'all are curious about
It's all been seen before and now it's all data accessible to anyone who comprehends language
All programs will be what they are, in 'hoods or out in the sticks, either way there's no way out
Learn your lessons and you'll be skatin' on effortlessly following the rules of monkeys on stage.

Moon puts you in the mood, tidal pull on your water content, y'all need fiber in the colon please
You didn't know that?  You're 'bout 60% water or about there somewhere & runnin' out of time
Where fire won't be killed by a mere pittance of blood, sweat & tears but will yank your squeeze
From the fruit of the vines growing apples, oranges and pears, never wasted in fermented wine.

Chop this and that, breathe and eat the smells and tastes of what gods came hee for, eat, drink
In moderation or in excess but never in thirst or starvation, soul walks in the 208 bones to stink
Washing the body odor off and spraying the skin with baritone hums or whip cream foam, cielo
Up above where you always sit and stand, all 50 states of your beautiful liberty, freedom's cello.

Pretty girls were our daughters, our sisters, mothers and wives but never just a girl, just friends
Just wanna be friends because you ain't the one I've been waitin' for, I'll know one tooth depends
On ambitions of singing songs of rhymes on other people's dimes, payin' for rooms & a surf board
Dank & Jose Cuervo keepin' me company on a beach, on my back porch in Malibu, a lion roared.

OK there was some kind of a mistake with the calculation and I missed the mark, bullseyes gone
Pork and beef, fish and mutton chops, thanks to cattle and swine & lamb, eatin' 7th's skin & bone
I never played the song myself, I never shredded the frets' A & G strings, High or Low as E for me
Chord broke middle of nowhere, an arpeggio to die for, you see, hot heat's runnin' the dozens, 'P'.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July 5th, 2021 A.D. @ 1:11 Post Meridien
{ Drafted to some @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ & @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver link @  https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY & @NancyWilson https://youtu.be/QIFp53CiSqw }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoThisAndDontGetMad #YoureMadArentYou? #DrunkOnTequilaOrJack

<3

CHERRY AK-47's TEA, A 1/5 ON FO' JULY, A CLEAR CRYSTAL BALL & A GENIE LAMP
Tractors & pastures got us here in the middle of the best fortune of alternate time, alien DNA
Inside of a pickle with the vinegar that makes the cucumber's underground, a UFO rogue RNA
Than the mud and the blood that ran over the topsoil, bad men and bad women are all good
It's the facts of life that my father neglected to tell me, bark alive & then you die, it's the end.

Little girls and most if not every single boy cannot handle a truth about what I am, me thinks
An evolutionary anomaly with the luck of leprechauns and sprites with magic out of a syncs
In the same vein that you shoot the miracles of medicine, concoctions of the #AllTooHuman
Uncommon subjects predicate objects that get blamed for nuclear fission afire, scat superman.

Y'all can drink a fifth on the fourth, another round to light 'em up, but darkness can't stay hid
Movin' on with or without Double Barrel Black Jack, Smirnoff or Jim Beam and Mogan David
If you can't understand the heavy nature of the information to be understood, forgetaboutit
Heartbreaks don't matter when they happen, some come while you're drunk & high, no chit!

In or out of the hood with the cherry AK-47 in your mind's eye, One at one with a mortal sin
Middle of the path of the central road from my conception to my resolution, a granite rockin'
It ain't my fault that the river is lucky to have been used as my veins for a moment in timing
Beds no more softness from the silk of the skin over your spirit that moved me to sssss.sing.

Moving or unmoved, One is both many & still One at the same time but it's so revolutionary
To the uninformed who might agree with the Truth if they could only find out without Force
It's a sort of psychological tool for the fool, it goes like this, "Whatever you think's cool," hey
Somebody other than me is not going to know that when our heartbeats stops, it's a divorce!

Ignorance is bliss for certain, that's the Way to be happy as humans are intended to be, right?
No king or queen, no leaders of packs of these and those, us and them, give me a good fight
Against the core of the center of our planet Earth, that's where my back is, God damn i-Phone
I saw it comin' just before the switch and button went FIRE, US Navy, Air Force, Army all gone.

Seventh shot of whiskey goin' down nice and easy now, words begin movin' up & down tokes
On the page, even before the words are typed, they float from my fingers' keyboarded strokes
Life's tough y'all, y'alls ancestors gave us memories that survived y'alls mothers' skindeep fear
Seamus' course of 36 holes, fired-up cherry AK-47s, smokin' dreams away, killin' It in a mirror.

Liberty from your 208 bones & adaptively accustom to what ain't the answer to suffer, po' kid
A dead guy now plays alone, the song and you remain the same, be happy, a bull's eyes target
With or without me, targets are the necessary reason for being alive, wounded, ain't dead yet
Runnin' godsmack phantasms by my mind's eye two lips moved all 3 R's, full stop, finale skid.

Got along from the place where my six year old was abandoned in the city in 1957, stuck it in
An empty playground without a nun or a hired boy walker, forgot to take me home, it's a Sin
Abandoned so young in the middle of nowhere, putting a puzzle together, carcinogenic clues
Dreamland continued 65 years, tequila & dead flowers' THC/CBD, gimme the keys, you lose!

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche @4:44 AM with a #FifthOnTheFourth, startin' with some @Ripple & listenin' to @MorganWallen @FloridaGeorgiaLine #SummerCountry  @ https://youtu.be/cdu5b76VVag }

#WeAllMissOurMamas