#DropDeadGorgeous #AtTheFinishLine #OnTheBorderWithEagles

 

FRIENDS OF MINE WALKED A PATH ALONE, WHISKEY, WINE & GIN

Just because the Big Bang occurred & pretension has it, it's all a moot point, why we all hurt

Gravity collapsed into the thing itself we call our hearts and souls, civilization of the star dirt

I have no record of the past historical records, 45's LP's, 78's, 8tracks, cassettes, CDs of creeps

Moving the One into the Many friends and enemies of the dictating popes of the CIA & VPs.

Drunken monks and sailors watchin' our backs for the inevitable grim reaping of finite grand funk

Vigor interrupted from the beginning to the end of the morning glory story, saga of a stoned junky

Terrible Teddy Bear, lost and found in the toilet, only a rooter of metal can loose the hound rags

Essence of war and peace is the revolution of evolution, spun thread into naked covers for jags.

Low riders with fedoras cappin' their lids so they don't flip, it happens now and then but not now

Saxophones, bass, rhythm & lead guitars pickin' and grinnin' Old Gangsters with hand over pieces

Ready and rougher than the rest because the alternative was either death or a lifetime of slavery

To the master, to the man above at least and at most for some, the DNA of God's particle is MFz.

It's my pretension invention and one that cannot be forgotten by either One or any of the Many

Nobody with the ability to use logic & reason can avoid the knowledge & wisdom of fatso skinny

Soulful searchin' in & out of recycling caloric intake, imagining what is will be taught to alla yous

A step beyond a foot in front of the other, never lands a foot in the grave, C-minus student blues.

Inner sanctum where travel above or below is impossible, nothing is going on, nothing to see here

Or there or anywhere else, it's a mystery but we've got some appropriate responses to the queers

Who dream of species extinction as a remedy for maladaptive gamete multiplication in a bee hive

Beyond the good, above and below the evil, spelled backward it's an no brainer, it's all just alive.

In Venus' perspective, the Present is a tad more or less than a single gasp of air, it's all one breath

Gas in and out of this thing itself, animated bag of DNA acid produced out of an evolving Adonis

Drops of Earth's atoms combined for critical mass, this ball of clear confusion, miracle unto death

That is all I've got for now, this is it as they say, it's all for the blues, it's all over now Homer, finis.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, September 4th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while inside the blues of @StevieRayRaughan concert in @AustinTexas on December 13th, 1983 link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sScwkJGmOmM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICU but you #DontSeeMyGhost #JustWinCryBaby #RaidersNaturallyDayDreamt @AbbottAndCostello @Mariah_Carey

BALLS REGURGITATED UNDERNEATH GOLDEN GATES

Do all you can to repeat the redundant and mundane until it's all there is, drop a dime

From gardens in your yard to the prairies out to the open oceans in Space, just in Time

Just outside of this atmosphere, this gas is all there is to keep us alive in a deeper blue

Of cosmic, winding DNA to be or not in The Way, muddy water dust, whirlpool of screw.

Fire symbolizes the origin and the final destination of the soul on ice or in stained glass' blazes

Icing is on the #Cake, you and I will eat it too when the time comes, star-sun will rise in phases

Never moving but we fly faster than light in the common denominator of a One, undergrounded

7th sons & their ilk hang on corners, as if uncontrolled welfare of dependents, papas ain't dead.

Beams of light move from a point to another, lines drawn in the sand, over there, now o'er here

Kindness and aloofness gets you out of the picture like you're a fly on the wall, be mean my dear

Invisibility is all it's cracked up to be, to be the unfiltered, unbridled nature of a humane racetrack

Like the wildebeest and the worm, we move, we came out of nowhere & we're on the way back.

Come on woman!  You know I'm right just like your daddy, your boyfriend, you're human my son

Monkeys in banana paradise, trees and caves to hide the deeper scat from ape's soul dreamin'

Of surf and skiing on the waves and the wakes of the speeding hulls' blood-like flow, die cruisin'

For vermin & human alike, life in a hole, die in a hole, beauty & beast, we are one, we're all done.

Shoot the threes, get fouled to drain three shots gone afoul of the Way, time out, game's all over

Scored was tied & then it wasn't, shots were missed and made, end game was a washed up lover

Overtime for the deadline to score points, runs, hits, errors, missed shots, swung at the fouled air

Just be the One you were conceived to be, the One born native to the mud, the blood & the beer.

A game and the night of the owls . . .  it's all in the game that's not really a game at all, loser MO

Your filter for the decrepit skin, bone and ash is useless for the never, neverland of heaven's blow

Mercury to the empty dot called Pluto, the dog of the contemplation, the bark of the Word's con

Fools rushin' into the horrid mix of fetid nightmares and scrumptious daymares, turn it of, It's on!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, September 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Dribbled around until the game was all over, no HARM, no FOUL, free throw & It Is Done, y'all! }

#LegendOfGummo @Harmony_Korine @Letterman

 

A CADRE OF MINDS' LEFTOVER FOOD OF ONE'S DEARLY DEPARTED LIVES

In the beginning there wasn't even a stitch of light in the darkness, grim but no hot fire to burn the lie

A secret mission of mercy launched with no knowledge of The Way of Zen masterpiece's of empty sky

Above and beyond what's down under and below the whole batch of liquid, solid and gas content

Ingredients on the cyber-recipe written in symbolic signs, above and below where I am, a god send.

Intelligence of the unidentified objects and aerial phenomena is suspect, future, past or presented

As if we don't care that there's something more to this universe than just me, my sins & the gods

Or The God, the Zeus, the Ahura Mazda sounds of breathing and sucking lips, exciting daily bread

Supreme Oneness of the singularity or the creator/destroyer, grounded in flying objectivism pods.

Reason and rationality of the evolved primate is the only reason for the existence of mankind, it's ilk

God wants to check the inside out so that the efficiency of the nightmare might get as smooth as silk

On the other hand, regardless of divine intervention or premonition, what happens happens too late

Nobody ever takes It with them, spirit-soul-ghost must remain here and now or merely disintegrate.

It's all in the game of love or just existence if you're at One and all alone, either way it's all too human

Because it must be, there's nearly no choice to be or not to be, all decisions have been made to rescan

Cause of the First Cause near the Big Bang's literal translation, helps the Christos burn the bridge down

Savior of The Saved who've accepted the Blind Faith that conjecture is the Truth, damn skippy, blown.

Megalopolis floating in emptiness, not alive or undead but present Reiki, Escrima, artful dodger vape

In a scuffle or just a playful joust with blunted weapons, bamboo sticks of mass destruction, setup ape

Committee to hear one thing go in & out of one ear, a fictional account in a massive ball of confusion

Microscopic to Oneness yet macroscopic to nucleic atomic mass, psychedelia shack of suicidal sins.

This is where it's at, right down underneath the junk and jam from the winters that won't fall downtown

Hot pink and royal purple makin' the flashin' a little bit better than it used to be, still takin' off my shoes

Sittin' down for smooth smoke movin' in & out of the idiot's flattop & the moron's crewcut, get down

Loud booms are sounds of the bombs blowing up the silent partners of Mercury, Venus & Mars' blues.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Thursday, September 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @Harmony_Korine ON @letterman #KIDS & #GUMMO link @ https://youtu.be/KRO6jZgQ6i4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GrimReaperDoomExtinctionOfBeing #SKEERT

MATTERS OF TIME, ESCAPING one WAY OF THE HERD 

I shall criticize the babies of the beast for the reading one who wants liberty

In a way, if you think you have it even if you don't it's nearly tough enough

To get through from this to the other end of the spectrum, the red or blue

Enough of them mathematical formulas to predict the outcome, huff or puff.

Models & the cosmic dust of life, death & other forms of being One & done

At the end of the dream or the Way as you call it, appears a master's drone

I mean out of nowhere man, like a chimera or a banshee or a Spirits' blokes

Getting in & out of The Way, mindblown bong hittin' nine Kryptonitic tokes.

Dying then returning without a recollection of the plethora's appearance

It's the nature of the philosophy and thrust of humanity, hell I don't care

Around my neck with a noose I can't get loose, as I lie dyin', gaspin' for air

Slapped the horse on the ass & I hung up like a hanger, swingin' nonsense.

What good did the murders & bank's synchronization of golden fetal funds

Hit, kick and throw the ball around a field of dreams until the dugout x-buns

Burn & turn over a new leaf ad infinitum until allstars all fade away godsons

I'm what you thought you were, what we always was & will be, 4 megatons.

Assuming you're not an idiot or a moron but an upstanding citizen of a clan

Can't be a bitchin' good time for everybody but I can have One good timer

It goes off on the right and wrong tango in Paris or Sacramento, I am a con

Confidence is what it's all about when you have Nothing but YOU baby son.

Daughters of Eve and Teri move the holy spirit into the middle path's losses

At the end, in the end, finale is all about the dream you just finished in bone

You are here & now and sooner or later, it's a sure bet you're gonna be One

From two, came hills of mouth breathers, backed-off MY god's, woe is me!

The #Kicks that got harder to find since my people were kickin' it... all dyin'

One by one, they all left me here all alone, somebody's got to be the sighing

My job & only mine, gathered the helping hands at ringin' bells we've rung

#WOKENESS merely a planetary treason's GOD, 1 hot star tuned to be sung!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  September 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Drafted repeating @MariahCarey #AlwaysBeMyBaby on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yKoFLmWi2do }

FUBAR

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoTimeForSeargents #TheyDontCareAboutUs #MichaelJacksonRockin'

TUESDAYS ARE WEAK, MARDI GRAS ATOP OF AN 'OL ZAMBONI, #WOKE

Amazing grace's power end-all of the journey from here to eternity, you know what we mean?

It's the nature of the ignorant beast to go home in a cage & believe it's too free, i gotta be me

Yet, it ain't free, that's the way it is, I didn't create the Matrix, just reporting the fax, yeah man

Nothing to do with the actual nature of The Beast, a Truth so raw, double standard trauma tan.

With a forked tongue planted firmly in my rosy red cheek, i have one subtly bleeding by a byte

Predication allowed in one of ear & out of the other one, allowing It, Nothing to remain in tact

In a minor way, it's your own personal supernova path to the singularity, where the gods reside

Not my idea, don't shoot a FedEx courier, I'm gonna trace the package itself to the original hide.

Now then, being in two places at one time is impossible so, excuse me while I kiss a smoky joke

All on me, man, in God's forest ignition-fire consumed California gold, 1st nativity of God's head

Department of Forestry's boss, WE all are the First Cause bluetip scent of Ohio ice, scared in bed

No dreams, a daymare of epic proportions, consuming the sticks and foliage into Spirit's smoke.

Winning's all you've got to keep your intent upon, you know it all & you're no bull's spunk y'all

Simmering on the back burner because you've got cake bakin' in the oven, it'll all be done oncall

Your Time is up when it's up, nothing to do with the reporter bringing up the Truth's subjectivity

It ain't my fault your mother and father provided your entry, deal with it, own it, it's all your Chi.

Knocked out due to a shocking interruption of your verve, your a oneness blown out of us, me

In no way, shape or form comes the thing that isn't anything at all, it's a conscious Thing's Ends

False statements lead to invalid conclusions, the assumptions you die before you wear Depends

Orphans off to war, killin' another, atrophy of the genome, an extinction of species' Green Tea.

I've been here and I've done that with and without you since day One and I'll remain deadlinked

Other than that, it's how I would roll if I could actually roll in a #Rolls but all I got is a new sink

Inherited from my father in heaven, the DNA split in two between he & a virgin's roe incubation

Being before an atom imprisons an essence of Oneness, hidden 'til death or enlightened vision.

Green and purple are better together, against the background of void blackness, all is so dandy

Enfolded the grim reaper's job little by little but it scared the brave men paralyzed by eye candy

Desire and an ignorant want of being understood by the minions who are not worthy of Words

Either it's a random notion that appears from cosmic dust, paradise of fiddlesticks & idiot herds.

In search of miraculous happenings, much more than one actually sees, beyond war's love, see

I don't wish anything other than the very best to the good, the bad and the ugly, all of us to be

In my own way which may not be your way, that's the way it is, the way it goes, gotta be things

If not you then who would it be, UFO aliens?  Come on man, we got lucky, we die when we die.

Shallow and still feckless after the centuries and millennia of shootin' for the stars' plethora tin

Enclosed into the database's retrieval speed, responding to the incomin' and outgoin' daily gin

Drunken spirit wiggling a ghost's hardtail to prove that the impossible is just a tweet of a bloke

Thrills to know The End, the Truth's insurrection, a moment shared, logon! Zamboni, the Woke.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, August XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini #FarLeft #NearRight #RebellionOfTheWOKE

{ Drafted inbred, jammin' @ZZTop #ColdAfterTheRain link @ https://youtu.be/NmCg2-ea1K0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DONNAdontKNOWanything #WheresWaldoThough ? #GotNoSecretsFromMyPsyche

GENTILES STREAM 3-D CHESS ALONG, ROWIN' A BOAT

Finding your guns are all unloaded is one way to find Truths hidden by the wall of fog

Bombs away to you and yours, you paid to explode the ground you walk and bleed on

For better or worse you can kiss my ain't that something, a tasty trick or badass treat

Compared to the origin of life the extinction of it is a no brainer, you live deal the flack

It is what it is and it's not what will never be, no free choice of freemen, it's in the stars

No linguistic certainty with you and I, I am amazed you can even walk & talk smack jack.

In the whole scheme of things, you can always run home to mama if she lets you up down

Keep keepin' on the same road traveled by the many since splitting from the mighty One

Manfred or Penelope run rampant among the stars' Earths progressing into the stardust

Where and When is not as important as the How and Why, that's the million buck quest.

You and I somehow have decided to be and avoid the not to be, fearing, all inevitably

A dream in a dream no more, only reality of awareness, of being without any body bag

To hold dear & cherish forever a moment granted to unworthy sap of a knowledge tree

Cement shoes an acid trip to the bottom of a riverbend's eddy, fish wonder why not me!

I took a poll & found a dream within another dream is the Void of me & devoid of me

Being two or more, a duplicated copy of the One is all it's cracked up to be or not to be

Question remains begged, answers from reason and logic formulate the thing itself, kiss

The sky or the lips of the loved, both One and the same, insanity of solitude, it's obvious.

Penetrate the clouds of nine and the rest of the perpetual blues machines comin' clean

Up front and personal as it should be, as it always was in fact, before you became mean

You recollect those days my friend?  I know you thought they'd never end, world stopped

A day we'll gasp friendly finales, returned to rock's dirt, after the sweet roll, gods be dead!

Perish the thought that you'd be using me just for the nights to run, about to be the float

Just kept up rowing the boat, sang it a million times give or take, go row your own boat!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 hours

{ Drafted in the vacuum of a four-cornered room's Void, airless & breathless while listenin' to COMEDY of a ROBOT link @ https://youtu.be/s6e68f8NSEs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

MENTALLY WEALTHY IN STEALTH MODE, AD INFINITUM A H O, YO

SKIN & BONE IN THE GAME, SWIM TO CHICAGO FOR BULL'S EYES

Sheep grazing and trying to eat everything on the ground, feet were always right there pal

Beneath you, far down below the lowest echelon of the critters who roamed and croaked

No bones or memories down inside the holy hole in Space, Nothing is there, that is All of it

Rust and diamonds come from it eventually, like it or not, with or without you, I'm integral.

A literal moron & a figurative imbecile mated while incarcerated in a poorly concentrated camp

Monkeys with uniforms ran the yard, fenced off in barbed wire and patrolled by Barky Doberman

Dreams ended, doors slammed, fear and loathing ruled the world at attention, detention's lamp

Party to the ways means of the probing committee, fly on the wall says, can't do it, nobody can.

Exceptions to every rule if it's a matter of the lost time while spinnin' in circles of  emptier spaces

Never stopping to remain at rest as it was in the beginning before the Big Bang, homey of thugs

Lord God off of cloud nine at the five n' dime, across Chicago Av, down towards the corner's faces

Of city babies and their parents who raised them there in the muck and the mire's kisses & hugs.

As strong as the need requires, that's where I am, every moment, every day, thank my daddy, yo

One grateful man may not be a great man but even a simple man is good for a little ol' love song

Preferably the beginning & not the end of the Love flowing from the heart, as if this is tomorrow

Woke up this morning, I was not #Woke as I might've been if I'd not been dreamin' I'm alive bro!

That's right, I'm sad, blue and frequently happy too as it should be since it's being all too human

Born & die without any concrete, rational reason why, Space collided with matter & made Man

It's the history behind the narrative that we're lost in emptiness, stars are millions of miles away

You're origin is an act of immaculate conception in a cesspool of deceased, darkness of the day.

Sudden impact of light blinding your eyes & causing 20/20 vision of a third eye, eye to eye to eye

Spirits in the day unseen but behind the night, felt deep down in the soul, nerves on edge on nigh

Intelligence quotient beyond mine, genii muster necessary conditions to become a piece of work

Art for Art's sake, not for fame or good fortune, just for the hell of It, I came, I saw & did the jerk!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to the buzz inside my head, nothing to hear here, move along now!  ...& listenin' to @WARTheBand #LiveAtTheGrove2007 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackInDeepPurpleBlack #WhiteManNoise #YouTheUFOFoo #PapaRoach #MyOldenDazeVideoTopside #DoubleFunkJamz

ATOMIC KNIGHT, WITH BLUE BELL BOTTOM BLUE JEANS

Uncompleted missions always atrophy and reemerge into the plethora of the singularity

Beasts and losers will win it all in the end, they are all one part of the whole shebang's sea

I don't want to spill the beans on you and your schtick that rubs on and off so easy, I got it

For once in your life, breathe in, breathe out the burnt dirt and foliage of Earth scum-chit.

There's a lot more where that came from, it's a salad of a cornucopia force-fed to the infant

In me and in you and then boom, here we are and away we go with the cow jumpin' moons

Every month, it's a cycle of infinity's humorous nature, relentless, random pity party's scent

Alcohol flowin' in the veins and burnt leaves of the natives in an Adventureland of goons.

Up to nobody but me, the ebb and flow of the thing itself that moves without any punk kids

Just because it's a dream and you're in it, a character in the panorama of jacked up bicuspids

Orion or Isis didn't really care if you read this or understood it, yet there it is, quicksand bog

To see or not to see, that's the question from the history, a record of comin' out of doom fog.

Merry Christs never got here all alone without the help from above, ad infinitum, dreamland

Neverland is being aware that this is it, it's all of it so spend all your money without a care

Friends and enemies can't anything more than good or bad times, champagne & wine in me

Isolated in the smoke, so thick you can't see a jet fly, barely can hear engines cry o'er there.

Milky teats drip what I need, I am the One you've been waiting for, maybe I'll git on the bus

On the other hand, there's still one shred of possibility that the uncertainty principle rules us

Emptiness of the Void in my original concept of the creator of the heavens and Earth's sand

All stars shining from the alpha to the omega, it's a slick trick from a mad magician's wand.

Nobody knows it like you when you're down & out, you ain't gonna share that ol' suffrage

Boys and girls are gonna get it one way or the other, if not from you from strangers at large

Nice compass pointing Truth North, South, West & East of centers of our beings, you too

You ain't all that but you are everything and nothing at the same Time in Space, OK, boo!

Suckled on Adam's teats before Eve became alive right out of nowhere, like from a UFO

Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in, a New Edition, Rogers is out

Waiting for the answer to the question never asked, still and silent for the rest of the bout

With relatives, friends, enemies and just strangers in the night, Knights gotta find the blow.

To enter the happiness that will never remain in One place, it bursts with the happiness' bug

Infecting the cell's DNA and invisible supermen and wonder omen of their better halves' tug

On the sleeve or a glance & an appearance of "#StopEmbarrassingMe," I'm gettin' you blue!

Famous Amos & Andy, Abbott, Costello or Laurel & Hardy, man's death beds are funny too.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Drafted with my baby bro & sis present in the house, while jammin' to @DerekAndTheDominos #TheLaylaSessions20thAnniversaryEdition on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GH0IaqWkpAs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?