#IfICouldSeeHerSmilingFaceAgain #IWouldDoAnythingBaby #NothingIWouldntDoBaby #JustOneHeartbeatAtATime

  

HITTIN' STREETS, STOP SIGNS & SMOKIN' UP COUNTRY, VOID'S AD INFINITUM

Comin' home tonight baby, my wheels are programmed for the beach's ocean air front

Way above the sea of binjo ditches, so far that the thing can not be whiffed, wrong her

Tempting nobody with the 208 bones covered up by the kin's skin and hair, lots longer

Benches cleared for the fight, you've got a penalty and a fine, bench players of a grunt.

It was a hurried nutty orgasm that called espirits down into your mother's womb zoom

Hombres are just the men, l'homme, dudes and their better halves, all in the back room

Ready for the die to roll, the cards to be played without hands, without power, aces for

Me & you won't know it until it's all over, when no more bridges are left to burn in a fire.

Presumptions mount as the ignorance increases due to great fathers, heroes dying all

Way before mating, they died and failed the evolutionary monkey shines, the loco fall

No information for ignorance to come enlightened, word wrote in a prayer book church

Trees grew from seed to the heaven, we cut 'em down for the Time comin' soul search.

Merry days & nights afoul of being a king or queen, saved of being born all too human

Princes & paupers move just like everyone else, when their legs are crippled, they'll die

Man stepped forward just now, right here inside of my head and foot, charge for my leg

Gettin a step back in hand, animation & locomotion's sacrasanctotu, man makes it beg.

Volvos and MGs rollin' on the road underneath our feat, some little & some way too big

How tall can an alien be?  Four feet to seven and a half are the variations in the shindig

It all yields the emptiness of the hollow tube, a fourth dimension of the dance, I see you

You can't see me but I'm in here somewhere, search & you won't find, it's all blind faith.

Had to serve somebody every day since I was able to throw out wet diapers, pot trained

Schooled, trained to think that I existed here and now, middle of Space & Time's F' trip

Used imagination and the gymnasium to jump, run & throw the air ball in a hula hoop

Points never tied in the end, winners & losers are the leftovers, game over in a l'il loop.

Wake up or die unconscious, save you from the terror of escaping the DNA's organism

Lost & won the games until the last gun was loaded and I shot to kill, it worked cold kin

Sisters and mothers will all let y'all know, brothers, you're replaceable, love's tight skin

Elders get older, no brainers rolled leaf above & below a Supreme Alpha Romeo's sin.

Don't care what they say or think about you & I, beggin' you to stay, don't worry baby

I will tell you so if you listen, there's no way on this planet you'll ever want to leave me

I'll be gone one moment after you give it up to hot desire to be happy or infinitely sad

Giving the intercourse with the race course in the rear-view mirror, a stud's a kind lad!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST Samedhi PM

{ Drama aliterated while listenin' to the smoke of @SmokeyRobinson #BabyComeClose               

on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/atNDkSApz-I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsLittleVictory #WarIsGoodForExtinction #EaglesFlightFromReno

 

MY TIME'S UP BUT IT'S 10:10 CHUMP, MY ONE & ONLY ONE'S FAVORITE OVERTIME

I don't have a problem, you have one and it's me, one day at a time & you'll know it all

It'll come to you before you know it, it'll be a moment you'll always remember, ez kid

It's gonna be OK in a few, maybe a minute or two later than ya thought, but it's comin'

All my friends died before me and I made no others, don't need the mate's blind dates.

Princes and the queens move onto the miracles of mirages in the desert, fly by nights

Dressed up in lace and satin, gone crazy in style like the middle of the time line, zero

On and off is all you've got, it turns around in a circle and causes a jerk , middle of Id

A mentally retarded genius who walks alone in the rut of the great Ones who left It.

The food to eat ran out, hungry for something we ate each other and the species set

With the sun that went down for the last time anyone could see or know, paid a debt

Didn't know the pain and suffering or the cost of the trip, home is no place like hades

But there you are in the middle of the hot fire, burnt hair, skin & bone, the soul stays.

Knowing it all means nothing to anyone other than the babies in the cradle, milk, sigh

All that changed from the womb to the darkness is the ending, ya gotta be alive to die

Yet you don't have to exist at all to be conceived in the darkness, good love or lust be

Undercover or over the table, it's matter & form, in time and space, here's to the glee.

Eagles fly I'm certain, shades don't help, aviator or cheap sunglasses, eyes' blinded side

Keepin' out the light of high wave & low frequency, out of mind and out of holy insight

Monkeys and humans, apes & sons of God's gods, Zeus blown to Atlas, down to Adam

And there was Eve just waiting for the labor to come and bear the new man, a Hu-man.

Giving all you've got to the finished products and finding it deficient and empty of Ga

Down & out stayed there in the dregs of society near the river rats & rotten scoundrels

Fires burned and water washed, smoked the trees and ropes, buried under rung bells

Nothing better than this, Joe, nothin' in sight because that's all there is, Nothing, Nada.

Heard all of the words that people said & read all that they wrote down in a booky

Eating lunch all by myself because I'm already gone too, out of a field & rink, spooky

Punks and junkies left to fend for themselves without the benefit of massive welfare

Free food and money without struggling for the keys to being free, a hippy longhair.

Spent all my love makin' Time with the gold of your mamas & papas dreams for what?

Reason hidden while you're alive & either free or indentured, bloody screams of K.Tut

Ancestors or descendants of you & I won't speak up after death, the big mouth's alive

Escape an open wound, infants crawled from a pyramid's musical plethora, hand jive.

Button down your collar and batton down the hatches for we're headed on downtown

Up and around the thoughts made by the phrases and words that'll often kill you & I

Or they may put you over the top of the pinacle of success, 3.14 death still remains, pi

Can't walk or run away from sunset, gotta go for the gusto & blow a whole God down.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Drafted out of my mind loopin' the @Eagles "#FarewellTour in @Melbourne" concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SceptreOnThePlate #SaintOfTheTaintedMongrelsOfHeaven #EyeSaidOhYeah #NeverMakeASaintOfMe @TheRollingStones gathered no moss here! #ReleaseAndYouWillFind #CruisinTogether

#INSPIRED INTRIGUE

 CANDLES LIT UNDER ST. PAUL'S OLD SAUL FIRE, MARTYR PANDEMIC

A BBQ this ain't, first or last time Samantha got me to second Anotoly's sacrifices

Sammy & Tony's 44th time though & I've got a lot of experience in aborted faces

Lookin' bored or excited, all the same to me, reincarnation's way is too danm hard

Knowing nothing about the first Cause and first things first, I evolved, I am a bard.

Events are what keeps a thing itself moving along from point A to a pointlessness

Ripped like a dagger slashin' buckskin until it gets the right fit for my expert finess

To the middle at the center of being, there's nothing there at all, it's in the middle

Marked for the illicit cowboys to take out to the stampede, y'all git ready to fiddle

There is no way to make the dead machine to anyting other than flatline sssss

What a snake the black mambo was and the sidewinder from the hills in a dress

Motherload out of the middle where the action used to be, but godson, I'm now Icy

Id sees disaster as I'd seed seas with salt of the Earth, more pepper for me, see?

Quit complaints there is no complaint department for you, it's all about me you see

Comforting to know you're in the mood for love when I'm fixated on a margin flow

Pain in the arse or in the head, it's all One for All & All for One muskateer, all me

Without you it's bad, without me it could be worse, it could be worse uncle Romeo.

Funk flows out of the wagging dogs without the tails, cropped to eliminate Pooh

Not Winnie but the wasteland of the breakfast of champions, Soylent Green stew

It's tasty & you can't even feel the medecine goin' down to the ground of sun blow

Waiting for the presence of pure love & joy to surround my souls, above & below.

Miracle on Chicago's avenues, boulevards and streets in contrast with the slums

Where the garbage and Earth's dirt carouse & empty the barrels of blanks & scum

I didn't know what I know now but if I did, you would know the timing is right, pal

I called you that, that's right and You ain't my pal, that's certain, you can bet on It.

No pal can watch the pain and suffering here and now & get away with the murder

Of human families and the pets they believe they own, licensed by the Man or Her

Youngsters get old to die, some of them will die as young as Billie the Kid, I revive

None of this is for me to say but I'm sayin' it anyway, God's good, saints don't live.

It's the nature of the thing itself, complete, utter nonsense in the cosmic bliss of it

In a cup that runneth over, my mind is indeed over matter, it's the star's black hole

Monkeys known as apes, white, black, brown, yellow and red wine from wind blow

Thinking therefore I am is so far off of the track that a dream within a dream's chit.

Compared to Nothing, this & that there are better than I deserve, my gods discuss

Shinin' on a blue-green growth upon the sceptre of Thor, thunder & light's godson

You get what you paid for little brothers & big sisters of me & mine, left in the dust

Same old tune whistled today, It's over when it's over, blackstar's BBQ left to rust.

by

r j j  stephan, i  { NOT @JohnTheBaptist }

c. ROCKTOBER XXII, MMXXI Anno Domini @2:45 AMPST

{ #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe @RollingStones in perpetuity inspiration, link to @AvrilLevine in @DuneOutOfEarth link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FellFromTheSky #HereIAm #RightHere #LeftSoddamforGomorrah

#SurviveExtinction #NoCanDo #EricChurch trending #Honeymooners & #EricClapton

ORGANICALLY PRIVILEGED CLEAR LIGHT, BLOODY MATTER

Bowery boys and girls have nothing on the Gaylords of the Northside of Chitown tea

Fighing & killing in a frenzy of the battle, a war that I did not begin to be or not to be

Or not to be, it was never a question of good, bad or ugly, just that it is & always was

Forward mach until you halt and go at ease from a parade rest, your ears hear a buzz.

Always will be unexpected but well received since the fear of death is shots of glasses

No lie in disguise or right out in the open, either way a moot point it is, all long knives

Long, long time ago it happened, the supernova heavenly bodies, burning bee's hives

For a honeycomb & ooze of the Queen Bee, sweeter than sugar, as thick as molasses.

Perfectly at One with a lack of everything right after the sensations stop, now I'm back

Then I'm all gone, I was already gone before you knew it, a whisp of wind I am blown

Back and forth, around in circles until the spin stops, it might stop here or @ Starbuck

Puzzle's pieces all together, the menudo is mama & papa creating, original sin to suck.

Opportunity knocked & rang the bell before I answered to see if I needed to react to it

A revolting development of the accidents that happen due to the Will to Power of chitt

That's everything inside of this cosmic bubble, an eggish humpty dumpty saga of God

Coming in & out of life to see what it's like to be The Created, without a clue, eh blood?

Drank & ate everything that could be consumed without being poisoned alive, no bawls

On or off Rte 66 just a dream's nightmare to go thru Alaska up to AK 47's Hawaii station

Old simple jacks & jills make the signs of the holy cross that hung the savior out to dry

Pinned like pinups get, nailed & thumb tacked, pushed & pounded up against the walls.

Flowing north to south, west to east, lookin' up & down from anyone's ego perspective

Om on the horizon for a suspected chance of love getting through to the love lorn dive

In a bar or lounge or at a concert with strangers you' don't know, in or outta of a dime

Looked around, they looked at each other but not at me, come on blood, coming Time.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER TWENTY, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Composted this matter while listenin' to the @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RollingStones & #FinalTakeCharlieWatts #Stones #Eagles & @MonaLisa

CLAIM TO IN & OUT OF CONTROL WOMEN & MEN, EVIL EVE'S OFFSPRING IS A-LIVE*

Content and the words which comprise those things containing everything's ilk

Your mother's great lap and warm heart are the origin of your feeling so good

Happiness, being ignorant of the species' struggle to survive, can or teat of milk

On any of the seven continents, slaves and master cylinders run the engine food.

Born to crawl out of the holy names they gave us at holy Christening, one demigod

Or a god's son or daughter as mother's Earth revolves & wobbles, cool Spirit blood

Gods rule the Space & Time you experience here & now, it's a humanitarian screw

Why are idiots & morons in charge of government mules, dark skies of azure blue.

Up in my hotel room, I smashed my leg & ruined my whole night, alone on my own

Got out of control for a moment or two, causing the end of origins. all my glee, son

Pundits and punks who ruled the planet's gangster syndrome, in charge of a death

Of men, mice & their micro-souls in the hub of cosmic swag in hot, Draino breath.

Morons backward toidI & snorom, each to his and her own, bundle of blue & pink

Love in the back seat of my dad's car or on honeymoon bashed in a Marriot suite

Funny but seriously folks, if you think about it for a minute, you will cry if you gogo

Indeed, the changes of the day put nearly everything out of control, it's a low blow.

On dark corners uptown, down sidestreets, at playgrounds, homeless' thrown dice

The manhole cover of a sewer blew sky high one day, the cap went up 'bout a mile

Up in The Chi where the deep water of Lake Michigan flowed but no record on file

Comedy and tragedy on the list, snake skin covered charm, this's my dream price.

Surfed with the alien and got left over smiling by DaVinci's scree to reveal a secret

Hidden above and below the chicken's pox and the rheumatic fever of angels' debt

Good and evil only because of being a proud boy, a proud girl, a proud spirit's gold

Plenty of Time left on the clock to score and win the game, Spacecandy, I'm told.

Rivers flowing and bringing the young down from the mountaintop to the seaside

Out of control, we all gotta go with the flow, gravity pulls down, momentum aside

Game of the thrones means it's my king against your queen, I win in the End, sigh

Letting queens feel secure & confident 'til the final blow, locked in mate, we high?

Where's my angel's food?  Mama's angry & I am well out on the Bridge to Babylon

Invisible feathers grown out of my headress, a war bonnet for the minions' godson

Like gold and diamonds in the treasure chest, sparkling in the darkness, holy scat

Funk accumulated wasted Time for Reason, Space Supernova of One, blown stat.

Heart drained of blood & soul devolved into an amorphous will of raw power charm

In & out of the light, back & forth to the dark dead of empty night, dark side's home

Philadelphia to San Diego, the trophy wives flow from high school to the workplace

Workin' for the others to get what the others left over from black leather and lace.

Words form the idea & the thought is the thing itself, naked, unbridled out of mind

Matter is what it is that you've got to get over, mind over matter, release the hound

Come on with us to the end where the beginning will never be, as it is it will be all

From mud, blood & beer in the halls of Montezuma, my god, I meant to be the ball.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 PM

{ Keep rockin' the LIVE 1997 A,D, @RollingStones #OutOfControlTrain in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

*SurferGirl & Mona Lisa header

 

#SwallowThis @BE #GirlsInTheDoorways #CashinPimplesIntoNuts @Infidels @JoeDanMedia #JoeDanMedia #Infidels & @BobDylan @RobertZimmerman & moi

CONTROLLED BROADCAST OUTTA CONTROL, DIVIDED, CONQUERED ROCK

Young & foolish with the undeserved fame of the minions who seek my controller yet all fools ain't It

Like the blood-thirsty vampires and ghouls who haunt the Octobers like they're goin' all professor scat

If a man don't have intimate relations with his own ego and Id, unfortunately THAT spells the DOOM

With Freudian conception & application of Intent of the ID's Superego's #2296, random Rando dumb.

I'm not kidding about the feeling, it feels good for a second & then it's pain & suffering of a Savior, so

Your heads above the water but still you're takin' on water, One's consciousness fades to black & blue

Now you know and you can't forget because you ain't even here any more, you flyin' with angels too?

Heal the whole world now like a miraculous feat searched for by the gods of the mighty cosmic stew.

Deep water is the underground of Time & Space, shots of pain's suffering in the veins, thorns insane

Why in the name of Bealzibub! You've forsaken me?  You haven't, oh I see, pretty girls & the leg pain

All just because I was all too human, a man of distance and letters of alphabets, common ground cool

Still without a compass to know directions of up & down, two choices but there's more connundra too.

A punch in the guts or head, puts my funk to sleep or out like a red light in a New Orleans' bum rush

You know, what you eat, think, smoke & dream of fools in the marketplace, mothers' invented for you

Never missed a beat with the police and sheriff's offices, my brothers, sisters, fathers & mothers train

Souls of US all poured into streets of Chicago & Sacramento, searchin' for pretty girls & a gin flush.

I found them all by the bridges where the deep water flows, you could throw it all in there & it flowed

Down to the mouth of the sea, Davy Jones' bones & the other innocent pirates and their booty trunks

Homeless and without any purpose for being alive here & now, the directions are still up & down This

Neither denied nor refuted by the philosophers of perished ruins, All Is One & angry for All, I pizzled!

Gimme some of this & that and then I'll be good to go for about a New York Minute, the fix is all shat

No way out and hardly any way in, everybody knows what it's like to be Alien, your mama knew sin

Mortal or venial doesn't matter much, disobey the powers that be & you're sentenced to be God's kin

Here and now we are, you, me & the rest of the all too human species' genome, so what?  Ah, fuck It!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi @ 3:33 AMPST ROCKTOBER 18th, 2021 Anno Domini  {Right?}

{ #GimmeSome ... jammed while listenin' to #OutOfControl in a loop by the @RollingStones kickin' me in the head on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WallowingCryingPitchinAFit #BillyWasRight @TheEagles #HEARTband #GetTheIntercourseOverIt #CrookedFingersBlaminSombodyElse #GitOverIt #GoneToConfessionPopes

******************************************

TIME CAME OUT OF TURQUOISE, SAPPHIRE, OBSIDIAN & LAPIS LAZULI

When hearts begin beating, the wonder begins true love, a bass' backbeat

Front loaded for no reason other than just to be or not to be, no question

A given plagarism of minions, it's a dream to wake up to see a stop, so quit

Stayed so long as human DNA code intended, kid grows up to die by 99.

For one reality of calculated functions is a result of 1 wise, random whim

If you're a desperado because you always want what cannot be acquired

Freedom being more than just a word when you're in prison, not a guard

Highs and lows flip flop and dissipate into thin air before you turned bard.

Words to be said & written down for the readers who can't find any gods

It's a trilogy of trinities and duos without a theme of good, evil or beauty

Just #FakeNews outlets full of the tomato & orange juice to die for dough

#Headaches bring my attitude toward the lost sodalite out of the volcano.

Sytems I've created go up and down, outside-in & inside-out off my golf T

I'm drivin' 300 yards, hear the words, you dig it, it's Time's committee, we

God you've never seen & pray to like that's more important, ma & pa of us

That god's you, in you or just in Space, same difference of a Void's calculus.

You'll never know what I am if you don't know by now, it's no mystery kid

Stardust in the wind & something that happens to us when we ain't asleep

Walkin' 'round in a two-step of funny past-times, trying to never say it, die

Yet everywhere & everytime it's the same way, the only way of a blue sky.

Imagining configurations of ultraviolets, Everclear, interrupted infrared air

Featuring the creatures who have evolved from the dust of an empty Void

Pictures like cinematic movies become the seen & unseen scenes of stairs

Up to heaven & above the Earth's sky and beyond our sun, our black stars.

Chivalry is the least of sapiens' species' worries or concerns, extinction fee

Without Hydrogen & Oxygen of the skies and oceans, where would ya be?

Don't tell me you were already in Space before your concepton in the joint

Putting your two cents in when two bits were required, moots knifepoint.

To the Mercury of the last to escape & First Ones up in Uranus or ol' Pluto

When the popular linguistics of colloquial conversaton is stunted, it's done

All over but a final curtain falling down on the play, my daughters and sons

From start to end, matter & energy collide into Sonny's genome, solo mio.

Free speech is everything it's cracked up to be, you can't comprehend it...

Unless your freedom becomes restricted by your own mobility or law legit

Governed by clans of your birth, follow commands & thrive 'til you're dead

Mangods inside of cells, side by side with the most jive among us, X-rated.

I got a thing goin' on with Mrs. Jones, she was a widow in darkness' black

Wrong again wastin' precious time thinkin' right is wrong and vice versa

Rights ain't anything you can see with your eyes or feel like a handshake

L.A. is a city of angels but none of them are dead, they're God, live anima!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 11:11 AMPST 

{ Jammed this ditty while rockin' to #TheEagles #GasItUp #LIVEhellFreezesOver LIVE LINK @ https://youtu.be/CiDCZyYrJ5M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GetOverIt #FeelinSorryForYourself?