#TRICKSorTREATS #TwoOrTreeTimesRoundTheRosie #YoJOJO #LOADEDsputnik #AWitchesBall

Happy 18th birthday @SophiaStephan, you're 18?  God is good!  Grampa & Gramma X's & O's

HALLOWEEN FRIGHTNIGHT HOOKUPS, GADGETS & A BELL RUNG COLD

Faith is no more in nothing at all, never blind belief, no faith's leak in the Void, no bull shat

On you & I, this bewitched, Dark Star called "duhSun", full moon meow, midnight's black cat

That's about all that there is to it, all that exists in & out of the thin skin of Davy Jones' bones

Older than conception's incredible deception, the mothers' milk of invention's rock stones.

Pretension is all I have to cover up the appendectomy of the mind's eye, a far out cow rodeo

Given the hindsight of the third eye, I see Nothing clearly as the Star's thing. there's one sun

Of the rivers and streams that run rainwater down from the snowy mountains, a coker blow

Away with the influence of reality impinging on five senses, it's an ESP occult bible of a son.

Salt keeps you alive and kills you in perpetuity, you're not above the bylaws of Street's slang

The One Sun of the vast Void between things themselves, planets, moonrocks' asteroid darts

Many do the trick needed to be done by the jokers and fools who run virtual machine's parts

War & Peace in the picture only as the description of Yin and Yang, it's one's whole shebang.

Physics of being all too human is a discovery that Nothing made the things, it's personal, Fun

It's both fair and required to root the future in the fusion of the matter and energy into One

No other alternative to breathe in and out, you've got to be alive first, out of a womb's room

Wasted in paradise even though you're the most hip cat in the caboodle, bum & junky doom.

Shoot you up with a vaccine before you die, before you began to live, you'll pay a high price

There's no alternative reality you can escape to, it's in the H2O you must imbibe as if it's nice

In the gene pool, there's a clean water pool that will kill you slowly, no regrets of red crosses

Crusaders who move around to the disasters of Nature's mothers, fathers & their hot bosses.

Grounded underneath you & the dirty, rotten scoundrels buried six feet deep in purple soot

It's the Ends you get to for all the right reasons, you've no choice at all, #TikTok free, one toot

Die in a hole, burnt to ash & bone, left afloat in dead men's tea to be, wailing a wasted song

It's all a binge & there's a gigabyte left in the Unmoved Mover's Life Story, I'm already gone.

Blues and rhythm fill the ears of the monsters & being all too human, honey blooms into face

Then into massive Woodstock concerts that overwealm civilization's ability to eliminate race

You will It & the things appear out of tree equity, as if you're the one in charge, getting extinct

Hyperbolic nature aroused what it was my scree meant to be, 8 balls of woke, jacked up stink.

A metaphor is uncomparable to yellow snow that never fell but always was all-wet P-upon It

It was a relief that needed to be done by all watered animals, when it's time to go, end of skit

Lookin' for a gangway that's dark or a lighted alley between the trash can heeps, never a scat

Om is the way to form the tone that pleases nobody alive, mind in a skull or rat in a blue vat.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini Samedhi @ 05:00 AM

{ Punks & Junkies got a life, it's just not the one for me, drafted this out of the dead of night while listenin' to #OrdinaryAverageGuy @Joe_Walsh link @ https://youtu.be/HxM6F0gX3n0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

 

YOU'RE IT

#TheThreeStooges #BitingBullitsCasings #HoneyBEESting #Curlyisms

NOW WHAT?  YOU WANNA TWIST UP THE GOOD TIMES?  MAN!

This is not the minor league team it used to be, it's now in the major league & it's a time lock

To be or not to be the champion of winning games, series of 3, 5 or 7, it matters fakin' rhyme

Saying that which needs to be said by some human, somewhere at some unspecified tic's toc

In the hickory dickory dock, the vermin run up the clock strikin' one for some fun on my dime.

Ain't that peculiar, to know the truth & it's a bit inconvenient to be aware of it, too wise, guy

Moments and a few more seconds than you've got on the clock, nothing can stop the spinnin'

Wobble along with the flow like all rivers, away from the poles toward the equator, it's so hot

Where the sun always shines harder than anywhere else, makin' jungles' snow-meltin' robot.

On the way down the middle of this fabulous journey from the holy mother to the dark box

Or the ash of volcanic illusions erupting into the conscious awareness' dream within a dream

Moved uptown, got kicked back downtown so I blew town & copped out, it's a danm shame

Designs and patterns leftover from the random recombination of DNA genes, you got the pox.

Why do you like the other team?  Just because your team treated you like you were less of It

The rest were alive but between that day & a hundred years, they'd be cut down in the hood

Karma comes over everybody regardless of blind faith in forgiveness, everybody's gotta pay it

Comes around & goes around Zeus or Cupid & one temptation of the soul's flesh, It's all good!

Contacted first or last makes a thing itself chill, feel the love, still rockin' but I sings the blues

Other hungry animals must eat & drink or they die before long, eat dead meat or be a snack

Mother Earth in particular & in general TWISTS up the last One, underground I got your back

Even if I didn't you're bein' the dreamer to awaken the ignorant oversight of sages & ol' fools.

Why did you hurry and slam your life into neutral or reverse & commit to an idiotic moron call

Me, myself & I never agreed but now there can be no alternative, it's all for One & One for all

All the nuns, priests, lay teachers, professors and instructors would all want to know it's a hex

Witchcraft spells incanted from the poor ladies & their progeny, the magic of the queen & rex.

All of the king's horses overran the foot soldiers who wore out just being hot & hungry, quick

In the ends, desires and wants fulfilled or not, needs overlooked by yourself, being just a dyck

Nevermind being honest and kind at the same time in the dog eat dog world you're in, to win

Bring all your sweet loving home to me, where I am is where you ought to be, baby I'm All In.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Mercredi @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Jammed out of the insanity in the divin lexicon of #VOID & #SOUL listenin' to @SamCooke #LIVEatTheHarlemSquareClub link @ https://youtu.be/9olxPg8uRIE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Love #Life #Happiness #Madonna #MotherOfGods @TheRollingStones #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe #FellOutTheSky #HeavenNeverHelpedMe #SANTANA @Carlos_Santana #Devadip

LIVING IT UP IN A GROOVE OF SAINTED SINNERS, INFINITY'S DUNK FUNK

Figuratively speaking I am not the One you've been looking for, yet I am what it is, ergo I am

It's not what you think, that if I am that you are not, we all are, I am the one called 7th son

Firstborn and stillborn, a human boy who would inseminate the human girl's First Cause ram

Deep inside the holy womb, deeper than the bottom of the sea near the Earth's core, our sun.

Without it we die, with it we cry & then die for no good reason at all other than just caused chit

I've got a lot of witnesses comin' in and out of my life, from Zeus, Isis, Jehovah, old God damns it

Babies live to get old and die, some make it until they start to cry & some wine down to the grave

Stickin' their boney arms up above the ground, hung over, down & out, needing a hit of the slave.

Monkeys shining in the darkness and the glory is within the 208 bones, they began in a beef stew

Cosmic dream lasting forever & another day after you die, lookin' in the out door & it's all gone

Drunken sailors and high airmen together make love & war the same way, battle axes are drawn

Swords & knives sharpened to slice bloody wounds of bullets in two, missed one, now I'm so blue.

Between the highness and underground, I'm just a sad boy lookin' for a happy girl who's funny

No gloom in the end with the curtains drawn, angels keep me safe and warm, wings of the sun

Came around in '51 & partied with the right and wrong crowd, crowned me chief of the crew

Absent without leave but I wear my heart out on my sleeve, it's all about the Benjamins & me.

Life goes on & on with or without you & me, it's a crack up to take a leap of faith into an abyss

But when you bottom out & The Ends are seen right up front, it all begins the fun again, clueless

As if you & I never experienced life before this time in Space's Time, maybe it's a 1st & only one

Recall the faces you've known from gramma to mama to ma Earth & the minions, walkin' bone.

Like you can't be kicked in the shin and feel the trauma of limping to avoid the pain I never suffer

Swingin' wide-winged girl singin' words to let the days go by & watch the girl cry, it's form-matter

My daughter, sister, mother & girlfriends, allstar humane women, drunk on vino, a forbidden fruit

Haunt my house and scare the daylights out of the nightmares, matter & energy form, let's scoot!

Bees sting if they must but they die without getting a point, live & then die for nothing's show biz

Something would be better but it ain't gonna be a necessary condition for drinkin' the Slo-gin fizz

There is no way it means more than that this conscious life of starlight is pleasure & busted moot

Whether hands are in pockets or spaces, heavenly body-spirits loaded with matter, it's a hot boot.

by

r j j  stephan, I

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Created out of nothing but #TheImmaculateCollection of @Madonna link youTube @ https://youtu.be/UstnMc__m54 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LosLonelyBoys #GoodVibes #TrippinUntilTheEnding @CheechAndChong #SickIsSoGood

WANNA MAKE SPIRIT MATTER, COME & TAKE 'EM ON DOWN TO MY RIVERBED

It's a matter of fact, my darlin' so don't cry, it all turns out in the end, it is what it is, so

Shreddin' the frets & smokin' up the E-strings just because you can, one's CoVid's in vitro

He tried his best to qualify me to read the E's, F's, G's, A's, B's, C's & D's sharpened flats

Pinch me to see if I'm awake, don't kick me in the shin, under a table down with manbats.

One or two octaves with chord progression & regression in One, prime cosmic pea soup

Chaos and order in geometry and calculus, assuming the algebra & arithmatic holy loop

Getting the thing itself by the actual balls, the functional reproductive organ, a womb

Not the insemination nor the momentary orgasmic dysfunction, that ain't love's tomb.

What it is can't be recollected by any of the living, only the dead know for certain, it's done

From the origin to the destination, the trip you & I didn't plan but animated just for the fun

Of mice and men and the other forms of bacteria and viruses, it's all One, shot no deputy son

Not my thing or anything like it, I'm a respectful example of the citizen with lawmen as kin.

Still in the early years of my troublemaking, before, during or after honor & duty Air Force tours

It's clearly the only reason I survived the past 69 year ordeals, just lucky & favored cool Spirits

My kin who moved the angelic body of the Void into an imaginary, a tone of First Cause detours

Plucked out the vacuum where angels actually #signed to go, too loud for all too human digits.

Monster speakers with towers of power punching woofers & tweeters with electronic stimuli

Making love to nobody but you, because there's nobody quite like me, copycats?  Yes, never I

Originally the sinner who was sorry but kept repeating the same violation, lost a higher crime

Mother & father came & now gone, left pure DNA to make more of them, agony's wasted time.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Cracked this out the skull whuile listenin' to @Eric_Clapton #LiveAtMontreauxJazzFest '86 @Switzerland link @ https://youtu.be/MQrxeTD_BEM #WahWah too!   & @SPIRIT #IGotALineOnYouBab link @ https://youtu.be/PsuleDJtAkI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HouseOfRuth #BumsAndJunkiesUnderTheFreewayTents #HomelessHomers @SammyHagar #LooseLosers #TightWinners #AllBadGoods #LWCS #AlreadyGone #DoneTexasWay @HayseedsAThing

BUMS, JUNKIES, STRIKES & BALLS AT BATS' VIRUS IN A HOME RUN DERBY, 9TH, 3-2 & 2 OUT

It's a matter of being grounded out, away from home yet still alive & thriving, a myth is as real as I am

Before and after the perfect game of 27 strikeouts to lead the league in being a perfect old God's dam

Nobody can imagine why bride's maids aren't all single and wanting to be married to guys' of fake lies

Until one moment before the end if there's a chance to reflect, sometimes we ain't so lucky, it all dies.

Your skin and bones infused with the flakes of snow sent from the kids in the hallway, they can shout

Not even a slight tap of the wood or metal bats, barrels are all fat with the pine & oak, to pitch a fit

On the way out of the park or 400 feet from home, whichever is closer than you think, it's all far out

Pretending to be the ball and to be hit by a pounding piece of matter, gives energy equal & opposite.

Coming off of an unreal journey from heaven up in here to Earth, all bambinos cry for mothers of milk

Teats to feed the infants without teeth to chew the fat and material world into the wasted days of silk

Faster than the atomic and molecular functions of the calculus, it's invisible as a ghost, One of Nothing

All of it or some of it is like none of it, identical to your chromosomes of cosmic soup, it's your thing.

Did what you wanted to do, knowing the Truth and consequences of keeping wisdom from execution

On a vagabond or a saint, you put your trust in the gods, in Nothing at all but a ghost in a machine sin

Disobedience of the command leads to extinction, you animate the wheelies & fly to The End of cliffs

In video games, you live lives of the finite who become dead & gone, a narrow way, no more but/ Ifs.

Appeals to the authority which there can be nothing but your living breath and heartbeat in a holy One

All there ever was and will be is right here & now, paying attention to your intention is my father's son

It's what I am because it's what I am or what, I ain't who I am?  Come in for a meal of dangerous Truth

Lies of the minions, errors of omission but I knew we were in a ghost town, #InAndOut spooky tooth.

Life here & now on Earth is all you know other than mythical divinity's dramatic fact of evil-fake life

Rain & snow are the fodder of fathers who left, abandoned children to a welfare food stamp bee hive

Stung all the workers children who never work, expecting bones to pick, others to feed my orafice gap

Aristotelean nightmare in the dead dream of a germ, annhilated mother of infrared pine, you're a sap!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 3:33 AMPST

{ It's always 2 out in the bottom of the 9th for me, as it is, the way it should be, drafted to the sounds of the World Series #2021 replay of game 2 between Braves & Astros link on youTube @ https://www.fox.com/live/channel/FS1/?id=2589c1288a3199528fa53919d803a56e }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#InnerChillsWhenMyEyesLostYourSignal #OhMyGodThatFeelsLikeChit #GONE @MontgomeryGentry

PILES OF MAGIC LOVE, A KISS & A WORLD SERIES OF NO BALLS AT ALL

I willed to be a follower of nobody but pops, he died light in a tower, loved all my girls

All dressed in white, red, black & blue for me & you, lookin' as fine as fine could be, her

It all comes out in the wash, a manner of speakin' if you use enough of a Tide powerin'

Love or neutrality won't work today, didn't work yesterday & it won't tomorrow either.

Pumped up like a dirrigible balloon gettin' ready to fly as high as the sandbags allowed

Knowing nothing new but the old days of our mothers and fathers long ago gone away

Still the sun shines, Earth spins & wobbles in a circular jerk-off, alone in dead air Space

Stillborn because there's no other way to be born any longer, it's never easy bein' Man.

It's what it is regardless of the desire of the wise and lovely, makin' the species survive

Sweeter the kiss and the glance gives the edge over the others, my kinda girl love alive

Knocked me off me feet and it looks like she's good enough to eat but that'd be naive

Man oh man, I love that lady & without her I'd cry like my uncle Romeo, rest of my life.

I know your ma & pa told you not to use your magic but you used it on me, farm anima

Didn't know how lucky I was 'til the accident of being in the right place at the right time

I saw you & you saw me, then you left me alone because I'm quite-a assed-hole rhyme

Can't stop a minute, I'm not a product of my perfectly adapted parents, I am my karma.

Biblioteque & bibles with the words of wisdom, the end of the End comes, it's all over

Anyway you can stop the crazy mind that reads words and thinks they comprehend It

The dream can't be the freak of nature that it seems to be at first glance's descendent

Of first cause the DNA & RNA evolved out of the Void's nothingness, a loving event.

OK, we're alone or not, bottom line is, we probably have adversary-like extraterrestrial

The time is now in this space in this universe, hold on to the idiots like the morons did

It's nothing personal but it's the variable that will end the species' survival cability ball

Without predators, only viral disease without a cure will end procreation Super Ego Id.

A fact of life has not been told to any of my father's grandfathers nor to me from any

Words well read and the valued meaning of the secrets untold to the masses, it's gold

Precious and in demand for the heavy metal that is the essence of stardust, one's many

Imagination & the grit of staying in the moving groove until the grave captures the old.

A galactic transportation of displacing Time & Space in a warp two dematerialization

Then a redoposit of the burned out dysfunction called super nova, a kisser of voidness

Simple men and wise women formed this philosophical connundrum, all dead bygones

We're left alone with the rumors, propaganda & faithful committments to dead bones.

Died on a cross or thrown off of a cliff, there's been lots of murdered punks God's got

Sideways maybe but at least I'm throwin' my heat, just meet the ball on a sweet spot

You'll feel it sinkin', too bad it was so fast, should've sunk or curved, oh yes sir please

Honeysuckle & honey bees comin' thru lookin' for shade trees & Louisiana iced teas.

Ends come & when they're all gone, you'll be too, like you've never even begun to sing

Remember how that was?  Of course not & you won't think about life after mama's fit

I wish you would, really I do, you can say if my havin' fun affects the whole world's chit

Only you matter darlin', nothing else, if it did, a side of whiskey would be my Nothing.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @CurtisMayfield #BackToTheWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc & @Smokey_Robinson #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/URHs5anYDv8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ASpinningAdoration #JustGTFOOH #GodIsGood #NoGodIsBad #InfiniteLoveBobMarley @ZiggyMarley @WARtheBand #DreamsNeverOver

POUNDED SAND ON MY CAMEL & MY VERY EYES, I ADORE THIS ROCK'S  FANTASY

Distance your sorry hind end from the nature of the beast & you'll be the fire of the One spirit

Meaning unknown except the algebra and geometry of the feeeling, when you ride like the wind, 

You're gonna keep movin' with or without a gun or knife in your hands, monkeys fight but I say

Ask any of your dead ancestral line, just can't get enough of IT, a naked ape just froze one day.

I don't believe that riding like the wind will be the end all of the tour of my duty, I deflated a ball

So I could get more grips on the balls, I held the balls in my vice grip and my receivers knew it all

Records are made to be broken & what you don't know is that Babe Ruth's homers juiced history

Now, Tom Brady's legacy will be more TD's thrown than say Joe Montana or Bob Greise yet, I see.

These things come on to the stage of perceptive consciousness without any warning, no stopping

The only function of the infinite that is responsible for the creation of the finite, is to be One only

Angry about anger and why you're angry at all, because of your early childhood abuse at a whim

Grades from one to sixteen made all the difference in this equation, comes down to one trinity.

Taken for granted like you do or someone like you does, it appears there's nothing like karma, sons

But there It is. it's invisible faithful intent to form random matter, in a preconceived configuration

Haunted everyday but holloween when nothing matters but scaring the fearful, rotting eye teeth

For the dentists who have graduated to repair an all too human way of mastication in Hades' feet.

Pulled 'em all out & replaced 'em with wood, then acrylic likenesses, a perfection only lord knows

Getting the lips of the face to smile means you're neither threat nor asset to the disasters blows

Flowers giving you joy 'cause you're out of yo' snoopy dog mind, all in goose & gander low blows

With a fly on the wall you snap a swat and it lives another day, comin' close to your maggot toes.

Independence day or the night freedom gets taken away as if it's someone else's property, not I

Neither is it yours or your family or friends, talking nobody that breathes air has any pie in the sky

Rage at the machine and the words out of my pie hole won't do the trick, no retribution I can be

Above & below my thunder condition, all too human it is, come & take them, Thor's #MolonLabe.

Spartans you ain't gettin' thunderstruck again, no way to give up your weapons when you're alive

Swords & knives are the means to the ends we all seek, fire & wind will assist the bees in the hive

Common denominator is a One, all else is 'x' as variable numerator. a One to heaven's main gate

Thunder and lightening all with a fly on the wall, watchin' nothing but you doin' a fly by too late.

by

r j j  stepha, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @0629 hours, Mercredi mon Dieu

{ #OutOfMyColdDeadHands, #ComeAndTakeThem, defiantly @Matchbox20 @NewRadicals & that ilk, jammin' 'fore & aft', above & below cosmic debris while jammin' my favorite noises into my noggin, link @ https://youtu.be/v2AC41dglnM wanted to take you for granted for certain @ https://youtu.be/t2rsf8SiMJY  }

#MolonLabeSonny

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?  #Baby

#EricChurch #WAR #TRUMPED

 

WHERE I COME FROM, THERE AIN'T NO ROOM FOR COLD , IT COULD BE WORSE

It's all a dream team company logo for a horrible mystery, expose for what it is, kid cuz

Another funky period of living and dying for a random toke recocked rationality buzzes

I know what I mean and it means nothing to anyone else but this is the gist if It's fizz

Compared to Nothing, this life, this series of this world at this time's space what it is.

Gods plural, God one in every case a product or subject of Big Bang's predication mess

It's cosmic soup because it's a haphazard collection of atomic neutrons ready to blow

All in the family or not, in every case it's all there is, can't complain 'cause it could be

Worse than it is or than you can imagine in your wildest dream, the sadistic humane.

Justice and the nature of the Truth about things themselves, three in one bum junkie

Crucified, died and reinvigorated the rotting corpse for a celebration to defeat death

With the metal or without it, the clay has been remolded, recast in the form of a See

But why old altar boy from the parochial popedom?  Why do you confess & obey me?

After all is said because it's all been done before I ever thought about WTF it was now

Then and only then will we see, hear, feel, smell and taste the grim reapers charge pow

Unconscious because the brain turns off which is the only evidence of a conscious mind

Where it goes when it's turned off?  Nowhere, it stays right there in the offended kind.

It's not gonna last forever, even your soul will get tired of whatever's after death, so

Be the way you wind up & enjoy the ride from the get-go to the finale, it's all there is

Ready, set & go for the gust, there's no time to waste 'cause you never know the time

A tap on the shoulder of the grim reaper maybe the only warning you get, on a dime.

Workin' it from the point of no view, blinded by the lights that never shined it on a day

Always at night, deep past midnight and way before the golden dawn, in the image pay

For the things you did right & wrong & indifferent, to chums & foes, be all over so be it

Popes 'n priests, ministers 'n preachers somewhere in heaven's dead alr, it is the chit!

I could tell you why and it's what they told me so I really don't know for sure, it's gods

They tore heaven apart and sent the remnants, us ignorant descendants from gold dust

Turning around in circles, spinning dizzy until you get sick & die of a beat heart's pump

Among the throngs of living and dead, invisbile from the rings of Saturn, time's a lump.

Stuck in the middle of the fire and the ice, between the significant other & the Void tic

Where Nothing survives and you either are the same or you're caput, I'm just a l'il dick

Speakin' & showing that ignorance is all Humpty Dumpty had when it took a great fall

Waiting for kings' men & horses to assemble random parts, fallen angel, to be the ball.

In this universe where I am right here and now, it goes the way I planned every time

Holy scat left over from the dinosaurs and cavemen who left nothing but bone dust

From the wisdom and knowledge you've gleaned from the soup and cosmic crackers

Just like downtown, it's uptown or boystown, Schenechtedy to Palm Springs' tears.

The fortune of a moment you see in the sky is the same as you see in bleeding hearts

It's in your head, that's the imagination, it's pretenders who keep the dream alive too

Not only do they not want to but if they refuse to, whole ecosystem ceases to hover

Mask the face, blind the eyes & silence the Chief's speech, it's over when it's all over.

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

{  Drafted while listenin' to the #Chief, @Eric_Church #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

F.U.B.A.R.

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HangOnToARhumbaManLikeMe #NoRegrets #ByGones #CherryPie #ItsAlwaysOnTop

WHO AIN'T DOIN' THE RHUMBA, @GATESMAN?  #DeepDive in @GREENLANTERN'S TRAFFIC

Who is not the word, what is the word and that's the bottom line from all the top guns

Mothers of fathers we respect and obey due to their being here before us, got the runs

People made the world go and be happy from the sadness of fear of man eaters' of Car

Hot as a pepper, red, green or just caliente juice on the tongue, cleans the gums' tartar.

Fast as a mountain stream that won't stop until the ending comes, blown out a gasket

All dreams end as they began, nowhere with nothing, that's everywhere with all things

Common denominator is the One, it's all over the One, makes the thing itself, all It is so

Conclusion of rationality & the subject predication is that you're an accident, low blow.

All that was thought of before your & my conceptions is, momentary and fleeting come

To Jesus, Buddah or Krishna or no God's damned buddies, none get out alive, get some

What substance is this First Cause of the whole world, holding in handless bones to die

Invisible in Itchycoo Park, down near a river, we got high to try to feel a deep blue sky.

Grim circumventing of the actual Truth about being alive here and now, leads to Ends

Trending world & your life & everybody you know & didn't know, all Time's woke-wife

To get out alive you've got to be the ball, be the human, all too human even if you can't

Drive it home and in the thirty-sixth hole from the andromeda strain, island's high life.

Running after you're born to run is a consequence of being a star's burst of flavor & hits

From the joint or the bong, it's all goin' up in smoke with or without you, you can't win

It's a set up from Day 1, when the gods blew their stacks & the gaskets could not hold

Truth about justice & the Way of the warriors' sons, a species' DNA evolutionary gold.

To survive on this dirt ball's hard stone and dirty water, you've got to ignore the reality

Gonna leave someday not knowing when but it will be done, One star's dirty water son

To be with you or not, I still carry the water as if it's true yet I know I am all alone, I see

First contact aliens imploded, yielded this tripe, the Con is a word salad, a bum, a bee.

Like an everlasting scream in the darkness, outside outerspace, inside of a dark room

Picking the axe and beatin' the tight animal skins, bells & symbolic cymbols of a crash

Raced against Time without you here by my side. underneath my fall, a volcano plume

Hit the ground running & didn't know I was just the atomic fallout, hear my fizz, Home!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 26th, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Gods of the gods, multiply the infinity & zero results, therefore WORD, drafted this while jammin' to the #RhumbaMan by @JessieWinchester in a God's damned loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SpidersOnAnAllNighter #XrayGauranteedToLookWithin #KickedMyOwnArseIn

WHAT IS HIP?  A RAMBLING FOOL!

For one thing, this is not what it appears to be, this is the form not the essence of Id’s It

Subtraction of the addition to multiply the division is all we can do, y’all get to go, Exit

This room and the house’s floors, walls and ceiling, basement and top shelf, two by twos

For no reason or for any reason, the Earth continues the rocks-a-rollin’ under the blues.

All the way under the whole shebang, there’s nothing but the air and space of the hot womb

Empty of atoms and without the babies of Eve, interstellar Void is the gyst of the grim tomb

Where the mothers’ fathers lie under soil and grass, in an aluminum room with no bunkbed

Cannot get out no matter how you try, full of formaldyhyde anyway, hard to live deadhead.

Who knew what nobody ever could fathom, that God was the Gold, all mystery is all of that

Last calls for alcohol over here by the heavenly bar of stars and empty thirteen stripes of fat

Very large people eating all of the fried food, candy sticks for stupid kids, lickin’ it, my food

Throwin’ the projectile to a bull’s eye where nothing ever goes alone, woke up with wood.

Wondering why we’re all here and now, or maybe we know why we’re here, to live to die

Like all the food we eat that was alive before it died, same for us except we’ve not been ate

It’s a Game of Life, survival and extension of the breathing, heart beating to the unholy finale

No ma or pa ready to help you kill the thing itself, suicide, free choice, God’s dead in Tripoli.

Hopelessness for  hapless minions, babies, innocent teens and DNA denizens, that’s cruel see

Compare this to the alternative, heaven haven or hades of the burn, stayin’ alive, Dogod folly

If not you then who will carry on the species’ genome, don’t worry just to be so dang happy

Worry more and feel the sadness & the gloom of being dead in a tomb, rocks don’t roll, see?

I spun the tops and the yoyo’s with nowhere else to go but down in a street, in the yard hole

I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle for maybe two minutes, into a rubber soul

Boys clubs and paper routes, music lessons, preschool onto college, I enculturated fake blood

For the Time and Space allowed, it’s all you can and that’s Be The Ball, I’m Earth’s Manhood.

In a few short days and nights, you and I will move on to the end of the line, nobody to care

Out of our hands, this is all that it is, a moment in Time to see what nothing looks like to me

Then report back to noone but me because I am all that I am and all of that but I don’t care

I beat snakeskin in a Void of Nothing, don’t tell me What IT Is, smoked blunts of it’s not fair!

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r j j  stephan, i

 c.  August 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 A.M. PST Saturday, my day, all mine!

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Towerofpower.ca #WhatIsHip & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SN8pWdZhVaM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TrueLoveYouHad #FakeNewsYouGotSome #Oreilly #DeGrasse #Frey

PUNKS & JUNKIES, WINNERS' TRUE LOVE INTHE NIGHT

Picking axe for your team was a big mistake but I'll play the sax once again

Moving about on the chess board to the checkers that never get the kings

Losers can win sometimes when winners die, eaten in a lion's den of zen

Treating the tricks like they run the dozens on the corner of 3rd & Vine.

What does Ricky & Lucy do for a living, nothing special goin' on, God's silk

Men and women bottom out in a New York minute's momentus occasion

It's the day that the Earth stood still and the mamas & papas sang or sung

Like the other six days, it's just another spin in a circle jerk, mother's milk.

For the first and second time of the orgasmic charge of ecstatic creation

There was the Awe awaiting the punch in the face, to repeat ad infinitum

Not just because of the feel good feeling but because of the thrust to Be

Me & you have no idea why but there's a reason if there ain't any but one.

True love of the universal Oneness that's broken in a million pieces just in

To the freedom of the blowin' sax and plucked out of the freedom cesspool

Where our fathers, brothers, mothers & sisters died for the rhythm of blues

Long lost and frequently underappreciated for the Truth's consequences.

Muck and mire here and there, common decency ruled out by black & blue

It may be a inspiration but I doubt it, copycats pick up the beat & roll a mile

From the treble and the bass we get the melody and words up a cool wazoo

A ping on the screen indicates that place in space to fire the guided missile.

Fear to loathe you but it comes around goes around in a wet-dry CoVid19 bat

Hard to find in the darkness since it's the way to the light of a nite-light mouse

For the nature of the wild beast is to kill & eat to live & die, a gasp of bull scat

Sting you and you'll hurt forever, you know the Truth now & it's a full house.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 PMPST

{ Drafted with #TrueLove in a loop by @GlennFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShesAllINeedTonight #TimeIsStillInFocus #SpaceIsOutOfsightsfocus #MoonbeamMyWavelength @TomPetty @VanMorrison @AynRand & philosophy

EVERY PICTURE TOLD A STORY, IT'S ALL OVER, NO LIES?

All in the game, in the family, it's inside the DNA's acid, there's no God's OM in the pi Aster's dust

I want you back & if you don't roll the rolls royce, bring me the maserati fuel key, I love it you see

I'm gonna drive that baby right into the pavement, up the turnpikes & expressway to the freeway

Making love or causing a Big Bang for only one reason, to release the gaseous phart of a big One.

There's no way out of the corner, it's the nature of the beast to be there & struggle to survive It

This here life in the complex of fools and wise ass men, I mean educated pHd's, sorry doctor chit

You know you're hurting & it's because you're alive & eating stardust meat on decks of The Poop

Cancel me, you and everybody else on the seven continents and the islands' volcanic cosmic soup.

Be back in front when the time comes to get down to brass tacks, no more fooling around at play

It's no game we're playing therefore there aren't any rules, it's an ethical conundrum of a history

Of the men who gathered the information they couldn't be certain would be passed on to us all

We salute them, the philosophers and priests and their scroll recorders, their office staff of B.C.

So, go jump in the lake, Michigan if it's close enough, I never knew what my mom meant by that

It certainly is clear now that I've graduated from the university honoring America's 1st POTUS call

Washington with the wooden teeth, better than the rotten ones of inheritance, B- vitamin blood

Eggs which can't hatch without being inseminated with 1 seed of life, it's All we got from a hood.

Destiny will insult the presence of Time and Space, it's just a dream within an eternal dream, a Ga

Common denominator of an infinite numerator, surnamed 'X' as the unknown number's top digit

It's one, two or three up to nine & then repeat ad infinitum, again & again until it's too late, Ra

Purpose of this trip to exist on this planet is to be here and now without losing your head's spirit.

Aunt Annie & Gertrude gave us their' all, as did Josie, Betty & Dolores, pictures told the story, eh

Came to Jesus just to save the innocent from the guilty, makes gods smell the funk in spirit today

Pictures tell the stories if words can't come down from above or below, axis and poles add to two

Astrological and psychological, conceptual analysis of the monks gave us all the dream of a screw.

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r j j  stephan, i

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

{  Follow it here is one conclusion possible, there's "I WON'T BACK DOWN & i'LL STAND MY GROUND," while I was jammin' to @TomPetty #RIP @ https://youtu.be/0szQMjwXQVM } ....

 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IFoundSomebodyToLove #SolidJive #AmorphousBangBang #JustJumpAndJive #JiveTalkin'Mothers #GotsTheGoods #GitSome #FoolsCantFoolFools #FoodForYourThought

EYES AIN'T WIDE OPEN, ONE UNSEEN MUSE IS SOMEBODY TO LOVE ME, 'ENDS'

Twist one up sister and we'll offer some smoke up to the gods who roam

The Sisteen chapel from Italia where my kin raised my ancestors, Palermo

On the Mediteranean blue sea where the dead & buried bones sink it in

Way down to the bottom of the H2O where no sunlight ever shines, a din.

Myopia gets me through the days and nights with or without you, yes I do

Gettin' some hitch in my get-along but I can still limp better than you run it

Human race isn't the place you want to go if you're not hungriest for funds

Cause is in Effect & if you don't win, someone else will, survival of fit ones.

Hangman's tree is there but the executioner is blindfolded & all hung up

On the limbs of the tree or the gallows, it helps to have some trees left

No worries, we'll gas or electrocute the devil or the man, maybe a lady

Throw them off of the cliff into the ravine, tumbled down hot and holy.

I was seduced into service, serving somebody by gods or mankind's sign

Funny as a heart attack on your better half's ticker, a valve dead, benign

Nothing flowing and the dust is settling on crimes of punishment tic-tocky

Freaks from underground and higher than the kites fly, servin' somebody.

Crossed a few rivers but the last one, I got caught in the relentless current

Standing on the riverside's pebbles and stones, I looked up & lost my feet

Couldn't see it coming but when it's over it's over, that is the final ending

Of mankind's best kept secret, ignorant Ho takes 1 last look around Thing.

No way to turn back to the beginning's future started, a phart in the wind

On or off of the common ground of The States or the outhouses of a kind

Where all leaders grow babies into warriors or stoned junkies who'd kill it

Success at the end, ran up the walls with somebody to love, love this chit!

Rhumba with me & you, all things themselves cure everything with a puff

Smokin' burning hot leaves 'til the medicine arrives to soothe savage dust

Ran up a wall but didn't take the fall to the empty void of a fire pit's duff

Slicker steps on a dance floor can't be found, I'm old & in the way, I lust.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  DIMANCHE, ROCKTOBER XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

{  Jammed this outta nowhere listenin' to @Jesse_Winchester #RhumbaMan in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8?list=RDMM & @Nicolette_Larson #RhumbaGirl link @ https://youtu.be/OeC18hlX1p4  }

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W.W.A.R.D.?