#FortunatoAndMe #DionAndTheBelmonts #JohnCougar #RockPaperScissors #TILT

DOWNSIZED, BACKSTABBIN', PRAYIN' HANDS CHOKIN' IT

Lonely mama said I had a lot of nerve when she tried to modify my adaptive, fake out behaviors

I did what I could to think and act like nobody in my family, I'm showin' nobody any back doors

Imaginary inside of your skull & outside of your aura and halo, dead gods never were to see me

Folded mother's arms or tiny orphans of Mr. Smith & Jones' wives & the sisters of havin' mercy.

Kindred spirits escaped from the cauldron of fired up gas, naturally wide opened to the hot cells

Nothing and nobody in the center of this thought's process, you've got the whole, holy hole part

Then you've got the rest of everything else, the unknown occult, linguistic uncertainty principles

Sugar's sweet, sour milk of mothers teats, wives & soul mates doin' the Do Si Do & they're OUT!

Brothers and fathers in Time's places in Space, leaving the DNA code, undecipherable, in cognito

You'll never see it, nobody you know will see it, even the people on Earth who know, can't see it

Something that's to talk about is the existential nature of Eve's feast created as Adam's first kiss

Reason & logic modifications of moronic ignorance, factoids to be a naked-ape-God's Dam bliss.

Pushin' and pullin' on the strings that animate the puppets seeking the Truth about our creators

Who fashioned Forms head to toe, who clothed, raised & caught the waves I surfed to 7 shores

Built from scratch that didn't exist a moment prior to one ecstatic conception, a mom got used

Made you from the premises' injected venom, you're a foregone conclusion, rationally deduced.

Searched and found the miraculous inside of the nucleus of an atom of Helium, a joy to a world

Three dogs or nine cats and a hyena, either way it's all the same difference, then we all hurled

Regurgitated the softer matter, indigestible by the inferior chemicals but that's all that there is

Grey or white hair or bald as a white feathered eagle, either you do or you die, in a Slo Gin fizz.

Africa, Asia, Europe, Southern or Northern American magnetic pole territory above & below It

Love's a train, a caboose is always behind the loco motive, crazy primal idea of a bird's tweet

Meaning of words describing persons, places and things recovering from addiction to @SEALS

Cold water, frozen ice or vaporized in a @GlassHouse pipe of purple & red flowered bud deals.

Burned & fried mind in the brain, just to make sure that everything is copacetic & so fine man

Recollect that lost memory one second and forget about it the next second, just all too human

Funk and Wagnalls had nothing more than the sounds of vowels & consonants, strung out silk

China junk & poppy smoke rose from Kung Fu dead & gone, steady leakin' viral, pandemic freak.

So, it's Live, it's Evil, forward and backward, always and forever from your conception to demise

Burnt, dead cells without a soul is One Way to go, the other is blood sucked, formaldehyde flies

Lookin' like you're sleepin' or just a thought in a living memory of those you knew & left behind

To see and to be no more, birds and bees remain with the descendants of the #Woke, my Mind.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

( Dedicated to my Godmother, Josephine Alfano-Stopka RIP mama & drafted while listenin' to the #100GreatestSoulSongs of the 70's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X7ses5rI5U4 }

* Matter Over Mind & Mind Over Matter, "Nothing matters & what if it did?" #HotNightInAColdTown & HITS by @JohnCougarMellencamp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0IiKdRHTIYQ B-)

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EliminateThemAll #Barneys & #Bettys & #Gomers & #Goobers #ItsAShytePyle

 

INFINITY'S SKIN DEEP, ONE IDEA, I'M A HUNDRED, NO SHYT

If you remain upstairs from the flat or downstairs from the basement's cellar, you're dead

Meaning literally expired from the participation in the animation of things themselves ahead

Of the rats and roaches which invigorate the Earth's soil and rugged, rocky leftovers of gods

Apparently have come and are now long gone and being forgotten by the apes of apple pods.

Speaking fluently in the tower of babble where everybody is nobody you know, oh your God!

I'm not the messenger so do not shoot me down, only shoot the messengers or crucify a body

That wants to save you from the trouble of discovering your innocence and ignorance of facts

From innocent infancy to ignorance, geriatric decline or enlightenment's free will, I play sax.

In night clubs near the river cities where the men and women work hard to play spirits drunk

On weekends addicted to the comradery and fun to be had with friends and/or family funk

Holidays, birthdays or just hangin' on the boats and ships ahoy, land sharks and Mac the knife

You don't know like I know, It irks me when I'm filled full of glee, a random ecstasy, real Life.

Because I'm privy to the Truth for me that happens to be the Truth about humanity's reality

Because of that one little fact of life, my father in this life got this metadata from l'il ol' me

Because my father sent me to the elite elementary & secondary & tertiary wanderlust root

Of the men and women who not only knew nothing but also claimed not to know the Truth.

Come with me to the Singularity point of no return, where you die and get turned into ashes

Repeat the identical exercise in futility as long as you can, until you fall down in COVID rashes

By all means, look forward to any moment from now on as a gift from God, now you know It

What It is exactly becomes no surprise to stariders in this dream, outside Earth, ain't no shyt.

Dig this down deep and let it ruminate within your skin & bones until you clear lungs of vapes

From head to toe full of a bull's scat from the baggage's writing on cave walls of ignorant apes

Monkeys who came down from trees and then cut them down completely to kill the fire dead

Tearing your mind in two, out of focus and totally inept to survive now or ever, beyond a 100.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XIVth, MCMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

{ Dribbled forth from the bloody Earth bangin this AM while listenin' to @MotownMix#3 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QmPKsVib_zc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AreYouACreep? #NoAreYou #IKnewYouWere @WilsonPickett @JessieWinchester #TheBigBangTheoreticalExegisis

NONSENSE

 

DIG IN AND DIG IT WHEN YOU'RE DOWN WIT IT

Checking into the system of up, down and all around this Mondo cane, I'm all Time barking

In the middle of the night when all but the graveyard shifts have ceased to be not existing

Guided missiles without a program, launched blindly into this old, middle of nowhere here

Places in Space & durations of Time experienced and annhilated at once, just yell, the BEAR!

Concentrated for one moment 'cause I couldn't recollect the subject or Randista objectivism

Everything outside of my genome, by body's corpse animated as if I'm an immortal God gism

Yet I am & I'm not, a friend of a friend told me so, the friend's now done gone but I'm not her

No more momentous occasions to experience & recollect ad infinitum, it's over when it's over.

Sucks gravity's power into the core that is so hot, nothing survives the touch, a merge to One

Not more than One because anything more is the multiplicity's extinction gene, the God's son

Killed but not dead forever, slow bleed out, stop breathing gas in & out, empty skull & Xbones

Good or better to be the baddest Evil godson you can imagine & end in a pile of rolling stones.

It was supposed to be a party but it turned out to be the jail house rock of mankind, a human

Body to live and to die for, eternal punishment or reward in another dimension of divine skin

As if you didn't already know this the moment you got conceived, you're screwed, tell mama

Eternal living and breathing in and out, eating 3 meals a day and sleeping 8 hours, that's life!

Lard full bums living underneath the bridges with the trolls and roaches, fitting into a groove

Nothing to see under the road, don't look down, don't look back, just get along, night moves

One foot in front of the other until the heels and toes transform into the bones without life

Soul shines & then Earth's gone, grateful & dead in the box, rigor mortis lost One sharp knife.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August XIIIth, MCMXXI Anno Domini

{ Load up on the cash, loan me a dime & I'll pay you a dollar, ten times over!  Jammed while jammin' to the @RhumbaMan @JessieWinchester on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/snl2YGfk7VE }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunkyBroadway #RhumbaSteppin'

#TossOutYourAnchor #IAmAlsoTheSonAndBrotherOfSailors #BugsBunny #Zorro #RandomRandos

 

FREE WOMBS HUNGUP ON DREAMIN', TALKIN' TRUE LOVE'S KEEPSAKES

Sadness & divinity's tricky attitude toward my fortune is all 'bout life, break it on down

Who cares about Words all good, bad or ugly, it all means Nothing's up for baby girls downtown

Unseen before and after the birth and death, hearts and souls vanished as if forst fires' smoke

You and I can look forward to no more than nothing but the Truth, even the gods can't be woke.

Gas distilled from the black gold that spun the Earth's dust and rocks rollin' the the star, Sonny

My father in heaven, a man named Sonny put on Earth to get me to this Space, it ain't so funny

Picking and grinning the disguise you see, I don't look like this or that, I'm not a color's kiwi peel

What I am is what I am and it's the same as what you are & that which we've always been, see?

I looked back & turned into a pile of sodium chloride as if I was anything more than outgunned

All that was left was the salty, old animated soul that could never remain in Earth's dirty trunk

Dirty, rotten death of happiness without pleasure's leftover love, one "Made" woman I shunned

Last laugh in the end could never be mine, true love couldn't drop in my lap, I sucked the funk.

Who you are and what I am may be two different beings but nothing is certain, I could be wrong

It could be worse than it is, worse than you think it is since you only know the fears of your song

Singing from the top of your lungs, first & last breath of the puffs of oxygen, all down in Greece

Of the mice & women who devoured all men in world Wars, God gave idiotic morons It, Peace.

I ain't ninety nine or a hundred but my sixty nine trips in a circular jerk-off the ecliptic, will do it

A fortunate son's feeling for the sweet spot after a few swings, it's an out the park home savant

Mothers of the future humans won't listen when you advise them all that the have more grace

With inequality's dying xy equation, dumb, lucky dog ID slapped the hot licks out my holy  face.

Anyways, meaning to love this life's death but I can't, I'm a bull's eye, third eye, god's eye drone

None of those divided into a multiplicity of indivisible units, immortality undefined, Hell & gone

Beyond your mothers' & fathers' tribes of evolved monkeys, mutated bright ideas, all well done

Good Timing's Timelessness', a holy ghost of infinity, being One, all too human, twilight's zone.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin' to #TrueLove @GlennFrey #LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/d75Nu6cw0vs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HungUpHungDown #NoCommentsFromAPeanutGallery #GetReadyCuzHereICome #TouchHasGrownCold #HurtDownHeartedWorried #WindowPane #SummersSalts #MyGirl #Temptations

LIFE MADE IN THE SHADE,  SWEET LIGHT, HOT HEAT

Mission of mercy from the get go to the finale, the muster I gave just wasn't enough for her, too old

From Carolina coasts to rocks that roll off of Oregon & Washington down to California fool's gold

I came into the dream with my eyes wide opened, I cried a minute and then I knew it was all wasted

Nobody gets everything they want except spoiled children like myself, got it a long time ago, overfed.

Me and all of mine which I never had and never will, nothing ever became my own property to sell it

Only the things and dirty places get that option, not the people of the sweet DNA genome of the human

Missing the brilliant and the dull bulbs stuck in the sockets of the electric company, solar wind of Sin

All of the colors turn to black and none of them is white, it's the race of the champions who speak Kin.

All of the living two-legged commune tree-huggers who can't figure out the way of the warrior's life

Prepared to fight to the death at any given moment if any enemy tried to present gun, sword or knife

My girls and boys that came out of my loins just a pleasure to be the momentary lapse of my reasons

To be or not to be, with or without y'all makes no sense, it's all for One and One for all, wives & sons!

Monkeys see what they do and they want to repeat the action ad infinitum until the extinction's erase

Libraries of tree pulp and Indian ink with the Dewey Decimal System, equations original A unto the Z

Ending far from the origin and long forgotten for good reason, we came from a violent fire, I believe

Mother and father had no standing in the empty ocean of feeble idiots and morons not yet conceived.

Poems wrote and songs sung, repeated ad infinitum just in case you missed it or let it slip your mind

I was on a mission of mercy until I found that there would be none left over for me, a given to find

Things you did and things you do are like the things you're gonna get done, stole my heart's free part

Now it's locked in like a guided S.A.M. that has a target that can't move or hide behind a sweet tart.

Bright or dull, I felt alright from the first gasp & bloody, murder scream that shattered the gold quiets

Silence was over the day my feet hit the ground, trouble was there for me to get into, I did all I could

Gold and silver under my belt and piled up in the outer banks, the unknown depository of my sweats

A job from the inside 'cause I didn't care, then I did care, now I don't once again, done what I should.

Pride is gone, humility came here and now for good, there's no way it can do the antithetic cancel cult

Steps from the nativity to the ends of Reality, showing the light and the dark are all the divinity's fault

One is everything and once the One multiplies, the Many drive the sanity into the sea of mixed up love

All for the orgasmic division of the gender identities, what it is is all there is, there's nothing else above.

Above all of us is a plethora of empty blackness, all around 360 degrees, for Space is infinite dead air

Love and hate take us all around the world in 1000's of days or it might be in 3 days, it matters, I care

But I don't know why, I know I'm gonna die, I think something of me will survive, not my head or toes

Nothing of my bones or muscles, not a recollection of good old days, fishin' up the Green River flows.

Told you but you forgot or I forgot to tell you, this and that are all there is about Life itself, it's a Sin

I always knew it even though my ma and pa denied it with the nuns, priests, great grand parent & gin

Drank more than my share but that's as it should be, I save others from the damage they would have 

On the search for what comes daily from dawn to dusk, it's always like this, too proud to be beggin'. 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to the @Temptations #GreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/gIbjBCJtdWk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

GODS RULE NOTHING BUT THE VOID #COMEonMAN #DIG! #DANCE @RascalFlatts

DEAD HEAT ROLLIN' ON FREEWAYS, JUSTICE IS 2 FOR TEA!  LOVE'S GOLD

Sickness unto death as one option for boys & girls raised from infancy to know categories of ID

Subjects and objects being predicated for the stage of the play, characters clueless of the plots

As one of a kind, each treads the path of random chance and the advantage of the magic wands

Waving the spells over the lands from the Rockies to the Ozarks & Blue mountaintops of Sand.

Dead planet/star wandering in the plethora of consciousness, keeping company with only One

Insider information is not for any Outsider who inhabits The Nothingness with or without Love

Caring about others MORE than what you think is YOUR OBLIGATION, as being all too humane

Hunger & thirst for the things of the Earth that take the blues away, smokin' buds of the insane.

Instant comprehension of the gist of the trip here and now, round about a minute or a century

Once you get here you see what you see even if you're born blind or any species of mutationary

It's for me to say, a Johnny come lately observer, I ain't the instigator of this black hole's freeze

Of natural selection, DNA's infarction of RNA, it's aliens man!  On the land, in the air & the seas.

To be or not to be 93 million miles away from this black hole called the sun, is a trip to dance to

Spin around in a whirling dervish dance and find your mojo deep in the middle of your third eye

Didn't even know you had one, thought it was a mere double vision causing this mystery's blow

A right cross and a left hook, a roundhouse and sidekick delivered to a special anniversary show.

Birth and death from origin to infinity and that's just the way it is, the way it's always been here

Now in this moment, this time of the millennia 2,021 years from Zero, where it all began a fear

Of dying all alone without your mama or papa, your mate, your pets you didn't eat to survive It

Pending doom is what I refer to as 'it', no free will man, just to be or not to be, all a buncha chit!

Get off your hind end and animate this genome to it's ultimate destiny, enlightened dead bones

If that's all there is, my friend, don't blame me for the message, it ain't my fault, it's the iPhones

But I know you wanna dance with bases' balls that love you unless you're a fool or dead fly bird

Naturally's pitching, Who's @ third, What's on second, How's @ third, WTF's coaching 1st & 3rd.

Death on the way with the winter snow, frozen tundra & my bones brittle, comedic astral musk

Sprinkled over the stage of seven continents and liquid oxygen-hydrogen combos, a liquid gold

Immersed deep underground, at this foundation's core, it's very hot, unbearable, or so I'm told

Let's roll that set of four Pirelli's down turnpikes & freeways, perdition's road to a kiss my tusk.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Breath taken away & blasted out the universe while listenin' to #DontYouWannaDance in an insane, infinite #snowloop by #WhitneyHouston link @  https://youtu.be/qUBVn__MIz0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustDance #ItsNowOrNeverBaby #BrokenSpellMagic #WitchsSpell @ACDC #FadedSonsSun

IT COULD BE WORSE, WE COULD BE NAKED APES, AD INFINITUM

Systems will run well when they are infinite but not as efficient when locked in one finitude

With the rest of the man's kind of animated soul bones, swimming, crawling, rolling or flying

But the soul is a cut down weed rolled in toilet paper 'cause Zigs never Zagged in time for a high

In a New York minute or a Chicago #Flash, the law and order comes from what you train to buy.

Safety of your heart and soul first and then safety of your loved and cherished family of Ageism

If and only if you are moved to compassion for the genome itself, then you know true heroisms

Saving an unknown human being or any living being from insect to the two & four legged kinds

Ally of them Ones, in the name of the gods who never show a ghostly face, all in our DNA minds.

Bouncin' balls, smackin' them with bats, throwin' a bounce or a fly back and forth, just for fun

Nothin' will ever come from it other than passing the Time, trying not to entertain the 7th son

Impossible as it should be since this isn't really a game at all, counter revolution's a Big ol' deal

Of what's left after The Ends pulls your ghost out of your 208 bones, if you know then God will.

A kitty wink and a nod might get you a pass for a few years but as the world turns, so does a sun

Spouting off a whale of disposable energy into Void Space, sick, tired naked ape's a woman baby

Descended either from mythical Eve or her choice of original intercourse with serpentine Adam

As stupid is, stupid does, it's the Truth & it's deep inside a forest of bare Gumpmen, Fiction I am.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 8-8-2021 Anno Domini @ 8:08 AMPST

{ "...IF you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem." - @WiseguyCentral  Blew this out the #blowhole this AM jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo & @WhitneyHouston #SomebodyWhoLovesMe link @ https://youtu.be/eH3giaIzONA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

  #OHmama #DilemmaOfEpicBluesProportions #LinesInTheSand #BOOM