#MissionUnaccomplished #TheWayItIs #RunDMC #ZZTop

GOOD INTENTIONS OF MACHIAVELLI, REVOLUTIONARY STONE THROATS

Nobody calculates six sides, thirty six combinations' one to six, double die's womb of Homer cash

Only the empty Void above & beyond this flat ground that is wet or dry mud, left over allstar ash

A desert and the gas in liquid form, in solid form, in the form of sentient and imbecilic beings' kin

On the party and the pow wow for brothers & sisters who love the gods' dead wrong mortal sin.

You came and got your love from the center of what being is, a cellular divide and a soul infusion

To die for or to live for, you'll come and get your love if you have none, it's everywhere to back in

Parkin' in the no parking spaces just for the tow job, free to me, I just shop & drop, presto magic

Life of a reposession man or woman is the main tool of the loan sharks without a star, not a click.

Babies either abort or grow a minute in or so, a more brief moment in the millennia, just to die

Stone engraving with a name, date & clever sign or phrase, maybe if you're lucky to get respect

Many of the few who survive have no idea what happens when they'll die, a Pina Colada secret

In or out of a satiated hunger for being in the company of a body, anybody but a fouled up guy.

Curtsy & bow down at the waist if you must because in the end, it's not all about the Benjamins

We'll all see what Nothing looks like up close & personal, with or without our holy recollections

Elders of wisdom passing life philosophy's facts of life to the progeny from the ancestry of men

We're all here for no reason other than to man-up happiness & avoid pain & suffering women.

Because the First Cause preceded all of the effects which occured since that day Earth glowed

There's no way to be certain of any one Truth that we are the fools of a synchopated overload

But all the preponderance of evidence suggests that the situation's hopeless & we burn incense

We've no choice to settle down with brass tacks, it's all about strugglin' for life-death avoidance.

Reminders that the food we bite, chew and swallow was once alive and kicking above and below

Turning quickly into burnt calories for moving the machine we all are, wasted Time, we gotta go

I'll never be on my knees in my right mind, unless tortured to the brink of death, bambood nails

From Louisiana to a North Pole, I took the Mississippi with me, painted on my pirate ship's sails.

Entered the fray without knowing that predators would prowl around my poor little peewee skin

Got old and settled those scores, evened 'em up and they all took it on the chin, memory was IN

Guilt and the payback were a high price to pay for being a malfunctioning genome of the species

DNA didn't fit into the evolutionary process to be the one that survives the fitness' eggs & testes.

Retaliation can't be found when you find the end doesn't fit into faith's conception, how she rolls

The least you can do is come back & give the others left alive, a signal, signs like Dead Sea Scrolls

In swamps to the top of icy, snow-cap volcano montains, we used to be good to go with the flow

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, throw snake eyes, intent's everything, no jobs to blow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Dripped out of my mind while listenin' to @ZZTop RIP #DustyRhodes LINK @ https://youtu.be/OzxjkXfSVd8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MoralityCompass #PointThatSheetMagneticNorth #GoManGo #ZZT

L'IL PAULITA & A FARMER'S SHAMBALA

If this ain't all about Pablo Picasso then you'll probably dig the blues of the scree

It's harmless to the innocent because they'll be oblivious to forever pending doom

Not their role to do anything other than just to be & live in tranquility just like me

I'll be right back, I've got to take a quick snooze, a reprieve from all daily gas zoom.

I appreciate the mirrors all around my consciousness so I can see 360 degrees of signs

Not what I wanted, nothing I bargained for in the alpha nor in the omega of clear lines

All one & the same mortal bones, drugged 'til unconsciously Marx' amorphous to boot

Responsible for your great ancestors you never knew, all your fault, too humane fruit!

Right is all that's left ... on the other hand, here's the wisdom in ignorance, wise ass

Simple men with less than simple minds create the reality you'll see before she dies

Mother Earth's invisible prison of your twilight zone, see nothing & know it all fries

A solar origin 93 million miles from God, ours from Adam to quantum leaped glass.

What I am is what you are, what we'll achieve without my rational thoughtlessness

Rocket science of my chemistry and physics, biology and mathmatics' quantum fizz

Peeking behind the death mask you have in your future, nobody sees gods comin' in

Fast ball breakin' bad down into the outside corner, Thor's dick's in the dirt, swingin'.

Onto the bandwagon we've jumped upon the philosophy of existential realism, moron

Future is ahead just as the historical hysteria that's been foisted upon our soul is gone

Into thin air as if it was never, ever alive anywhere in Space & Time, presence all I am

I've consumed ideal thoughts of the scribes who scribbled for the blind, dumb & weak.

Whole, half or fractional greater or less than zero, -1 to +1 twilight zone of yo' maz-tit

Offended as you ought to be since you should accept your guilt for your own disrespec'

It ain't my fault that you've disregarded the golden rule, the categorical imperative hit

In the pink punks on the corner who now collect the donations in church, it's the chit!

Special investigation of all common denominators reveals nothing but wasted Times

All of them from the first to the final gasp of gas, here and now, all are sweet nothin'

Bright or dim, it's all the same thing, a holiday of holy days, everyday a word rhymes

You're no idiot after all is said & done, your ma & pa were neither ghosts' of a One.

Metaphysical forget the physical, vice versa ad infinitum, then eyes wide open die

Lookin' for trouble, findin' it from the womb to womb, coffin or tomb, earn an urn

Super men and women are not immortal, kryptonite is just a heart stopper begun

Climax infusion into flower buds, a corpse's mind triggers a double barrel shotgun.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Vendredi @09:11 AM MST

{ Cruised & got bruised, #WOOOradio #DoubleBarrel by @DaveAndAnsellCollins on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/H_7Kx2FlFQY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DreamLover #WaitJustAMinute #WakeThePhuqUp #MeImAlreadyGone

 

PTSD IN MA & PA WORLDWIDE BATTLES, DON'T GIVE ME THAT

HAPPY VETERANS' DAY BROTHERS & SISTERS *

To be or not to be me's the question to those who gave it all, suicidal thug-life's New York Minute

It doesn't matter if you are personally hopeless or helpless being an all too human being in orbit

Around in a circular jerk all about the sun, a burning out old star spinnin' down a black hole debt

Blown away before the end of the battles for rice patty dominance, rights to the last kiss of mud.

We all are not dead yet, some of us lived past our duty to God & our country, no time to zoom

Tell me what my dad told me way before I actually knew what he meant, nobody knows anything

Meaning that knowledge itself was impossible for any human to accomodate, Truth is a vacuum

Live every day as if it's your last on Earth, that way you may be wrong but just do the right thing.

Never act to intentionally hurt or hinder another human unless injury's required, then kill a fish

For cracked nutcases without a moral compass may or may not present themselves, raw hot dish

Here and now you're just dreaming that you were in a war's battle, we died slowly way too young

On foreign soil, blown gaskets leaked the fluid needed to stay alive & conscious, dead and gone.

Blowin' #Taps, closin' the door again for the bones underground, not dust in the forty winds

I was here and enjoyed the fruit of the sacrafices my dear species' kin, old dead kids' rewinds

None too proud to beg for another day and night but the fact of life cannot be a factoid skit

Meaning nothing other than this Struggle to Survive is true but the alternative is a finale exit.

Buzz of snowflakes comin' down outta thin air lighting weightless upon a hot Space, God schitz

Or maybe it was just a random, luck of fixed draw in the tripping collisions of atomic cool aid

Improbability is the subject and predication is a necessary condition for comprehension's fits

Check the correct boxes & fill in the correct, blank multiple choices, are you in a 3rd grade?

 Shine on infrared-cosmic waves of grey/black skies, shoot up & burn troll lip's on a word scree

Electricity costs less today, y'all than it did fifty five years ago, hail stone Mt. Rushmore POTUSi

Once I'm long gone, you'll be too one day before or after me, only then, bada bing bada boom

What it means to be dead, just like before conception in a womb, annhilation in a stoney tomb.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted without any #TrendingTweet while listenin' to #OldiesButGoldies @Carol by @NeilSedaka & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WRStPjlBJqk }

* @Natalie_Wood at the bottom!  #RIP NAT!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StiffCompetition #DeadAndGone #Winning #KickinItAlive

FOGGY BOTTOM SPY BY A 'SIPPI RIVERBANK, GOLDEN CAMPFIRE, PASSIN' ROUNDS

You can't come in, smokin' & preachin' to a choir, all of us born before a hammer went down

From darkness' edge of your mama's thighs, you come to my turf & you're at billy goat's bluff

Losers lose and you are one indeed, prepare to see the repercussions of your white trash stuff

Kicks out of the jokes on me & you, twisted the rope and shot the hot pants above thigh high.

Loose as a power steering wheel driven by a hydromatic transmission, liquidated chemical gin

Until the time comes, the utter lack of anything the light shines upon means the void is my kin

Fortunate that I found out the Truth before it was too late, which may have come to blows

There's still some time, a few hours and then tomorrow will be yesterday's day after It goes.

Triangles & squares runnin' the hound dogs out of their mothers' basements, I like to boogie

Sudden impact of earning money & giving it to an owner of rental property, buying food, I see

No more drinkin' or smokin' or partyin' with my friends and relatives, it's all over a back hall

Joined the away team, been away forty somethin' years, seen too many things, I can't recall.

Bears and lions trippin' with the wolves and becoming the eaters of the living daylight borne

To the schizophrenic divinity that may be one, two, three or a polygonic e-slice of corn pone

Punks from the orphanage all found their mothers' computer files, the clowns released a fox

In the beginning at the outset of the time before we invented sundials, hand & digital clocks.

Plain truth is sad girls populated their fathers' houses and escaped before the ending sealed

Many kisses or just a few, all the people were happy sometimes, nobody's peach got pealed

Function of the foundation is to place something to pretend about, smarter than a gun's son

Nothing else to do other than find a solution to the conundrum, provide a shoulder to cry on.

Hell above froze over and Heaven below malfunctioned, they disintegrated into holy smoke

No luck has anything to do with it, it's all an act of intent & will to cause the things, we woke?

Hummin' along with the tune, didn't write the words and can't fake the rhymes 'til the finale

It'll be over when it's over, like it or not, last gasp, eyes stuck wide open, as good as dead, pal.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:27 AMPST

{ Jammed alternating between @Everlast #TheLifeAcoustic https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM & @AlexanderKing #Reincarnated @ https://youtu.be/gRos2slL97I & @KidRock #GreatestHITS @ https://youtu.be/W3EmxQCKsmw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TowerOfPower @WartheBand @BobDylan @MichaelJackson

 

CHINA WHITE BOTTLE OF CAPITAL FUNK, ALL IS CAPUT

Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie & Ontario, water of great lakes left over from the good times

When men and women were not evolved or created yet, nobody cared about making it crosses

Moving forward or backward is a reminder that you'll someday stop forever, atrophy rhymes

All out syncopation with the sequence of cause and effect, the effects precede the 1st Causes.

It's all over when it's over, forgone conclusion from false premises deduce Nothing in Nirvana

Dead in a box or dust in the wind blowin' the fragments into oblivion, encounter the third kinds

Known to be the Many, the tide of humanity pulls and pushes everything from worm to Santa

Deductions are the conclusions to die for, to live for and to be changed with all four low winds.

Minds evolved from stone, rock and star dirt in a perfect world get to heaven or hell in the end

From a conceived egg of DNA, the cell multiplies into the shapes & forms of random collisions

In the air or underwater, all of it is the gas that the sun exhausted, amen to flatulent original sin

Bad or good smells, odor or agressive scent, it's all One & the same, Life as we know it, chagrin.

Woke up at 4:00 AM just to be awake when the Time comes to animate the dead bodies' bones

Walking dead more than a nightmare, a daymare of what is really the Truth about life on Earth

Accident without any purpose to be alive, experiencing the days & nights ad infinitum as drones

Moving until the sleep of consciousness knocks out the presence, dream in a dream's afterbirth.

Peers of our forefathers wrote Words conveying the Way to think & live life like a champion dog

Just waiting for the master to feed and groom the body hair, to find a place to bury soul T-bones

As if there's no other way to breathe, it appears the only other way is to be all dead & bygones

Sunlight is the Starpower outside of Hollywood, all we need to get by, clean cuts in a brain fog.

Who vaccinated the people who died at the concert?  Injected the venom of anxiety in an artery

Mind and body at one or divided into two or more splits of personality, all of it is One for history

Beginning at the alpha premonition of living in the present while recalling the melody of timing

To be or not to be DNA jelly, electrolite IV drippin' #Fake Time's rigor mortis' mortal wounding.

First caused movement either a gravitational collapse or a supernova explosion, it's a low blow

Nothing you or I can do about any of it, no blind faith or true knowledge in the fiber Tic Tac Toe

Cheese is the coagulated milk from the animal teats that nurture the animality of their genome

Nature & nurture will never be anything other than mortality's immortals, The Soul went home!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER 10th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Conjob implemented by dead guys recorded words about deeds of gods, while listenin' to @WARtheBand #DontLetNooneGetYouDown youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MEqhJqudKOY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FullEffort #SpecialUnsavoryDelivery #MeatTreeCam

ON A WOKE, STENCH OF BADLANDS' SWEET PILES OF SMILES

Mortal mankind cosigns of flesh, overwealming a will to survive, ghosts get hung upon oak trees

Timber & iron spikes to show the other ones who would follow a shepherd, a cross ain't for me

I prefer the stealth mode which allows invisibility due to keeping the pie hole shut air & blown

Out and in the drifting fly, up & down the eddy, down the whirlpool where big ones are down.

Telling the Truth is a matter of perspective, what's true when I say the word may not have been

Even a moment ago, a day or a year ago, it's who you're telling the Truth to that counts, I mean

What I say is the Truth as I tell it to the person I tell it to, it's all they need to know, I make calls

Fabricated or accurately related, in the end it's all academic, hungry get fed to the bloody balls.

In or out of clubhouses rockin' on Saturday night, girls wanna dance 'til midnight then disappear

I always tried to get the name & number but the # was always wrote wrong, no cells back there

It must have been my failure to record or got the wrong number intended by my foxy, hot prey

Wanted to dance after the band stopped the music, out to the price to pay for a roll in the hay.

Power of silence when you're layin' down at the banks of that Green River comin' from Mount

Forever recollected as if it was the moment that the momentum was shifted into overdrive, son

Not because it was my choice, my free will absent but because of my reaction, being prey's fun

Lookin' for the predator and killin' the threat to the family, the species of good gods, so devout.

Strange nights and blinded days filling the time lines with random values of atomic Space's sea

Complex and simple, gravitational collapse due to an uncontrollable attraction to magnetic chi

It's not you nor anything else on the planet that has anything to do with the plays ont he stage

Of love's waves in pleasure & pain, whiskey drunks on the freeway, finale of our destiny's rage.

From above and below the hearts & souls created out of thin air, crumbled. dirty bones' ash

Dumped or safely deposited into a safe place, away from home in case home's a holy stache

Proof that you're empty of guilt is the recollection of your life before your birth's blank slate

A sweet nation of desserts for the predators of onion stars dying for Earth water's hot date.

Pretending to be serious about the facts of life, never told to me by the guardians who knew

Finding a mate to procreate humans or to correlate ape's trials & tribulations of a slow screw

To mourn at the death of the other is all you can hope for but I ain't goin' down first or last bro

Everlasting spirit I found in the junk yard guarded by the mad dogs, got high 'til I got down low.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Santana #SomewhereInHeaven from #Milagro link @ https://youtu.be/MpLgkhlj3Bw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CoolLosers #BraveBabies #FallenLeavesForTheFirstTimesAdInfinitum #BrianWilson @ZZT @BareNakedLadies @KoolAndTheGang #SeptemberFusciaFugue

BUMS & GOD'S DAMS, FORTY TWO TUESDAYS IN A BARE, NAKED CITY

It's not my mistake that there's a malfunction at the junction of Lippincott & Main boulevard

I got here in a rush of blood and a place in space that a baby couldn't handle, cacoon ace card

But it was a necessary function of the coming to be a baby, all too human just like l'il ol' me

And you well, you're far ahead of where ever I've been, I'm still makin' lovely mistakes I see?

Skirts swayin' to the backbeat & rhythm that nobody can buy, it just comes out of nowhere, Sings

As if it's something Angels put forth without even gettin' credit for it, oh my, sharp dressed Wings

A sound of the voice with the melodious syncopation, ringin' in all dusty ears, clearin' all the Way

Can't be let down from the fierce beats of whatever comes when the conception knights the day.

Top hats & top coats, black shirts, white gloves & then she comes out the darkness of never was

Always will be the Way of the warrior's middle path between the gods' goods & the living's deal

It's all about the #HotShot of #Hotsie who walked down here in the middle of the god's phqn mud

Blown tops, pole to pole, all around an equatorial, planetary malfunction of the asteroid cow cud.

There is not going to be another world after the one you got right here & right now, don't see It

Don't have the blind faith of the poor and rich humanitarian deists or polytheists, ever an athiest

What is happening in the mind of the ultra trained parochial boy of mumbo jumbo, danm nihilist

Gone nowhere on Earth after bones don't animate on a gravitational pull, I'm spin cuz, mama's Is.

Grounded out of the womb, in love's arms of one, shocked face of my first human expose, mama!

From there it was all gravy to seventy when I started kickin' and screamin' about leavin' vs. my Jill

To be or not to be, the Dust, Jesus left Chicago bound for New Orleans, it IS all about Jack & a Hill

For, by & of the People, got paid a pocket full of change for a Bad Smell's parkin' cars for grandpa.

Hey, I'm lucky they told me not to swing for the fences, so I didn't or well, at least I read G. Orwell

From Chicago to Texas, Mississippi, Montana, Washington & California, where It all dead stopped

With or without who & what I came with to the foothills of invisible forty niners fool's gold scrum

Lived on top and spread it on down to the Sierra's rock bottoms & a whole species of fat bottoms.

Why and where you come and go, between your work & your home, in between two stored nuts

Safe place, safehouse or somewhere too high & dangerous for felons & farmers to cut deeper ruts

From some point of view other than the one you get when you're asleep, dreaming fake, I'm all in

A moment in Time's Space, gone way back, bare, naked & hot light all around, invisible, bare skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:55 AMPST, #MardiGras every day!

{ Blew out of my blowhole this AM while jammin' to @ZZT HITS link @ https://youtu.be/8tMRbEeCL9g & @bAREnAKElADIES #OldApartment & HITS @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA?t=1 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KidsAreKiddingYou #TheyOwnTheElders #WeKnowTheTruth #TimeFlysBackward #ShipsAhoy #PopePoopPOTUSprimetime #Mainlined

CORPORATION DEFUNCT, CAPUT & OUT OF SIGHT CYBERCACHE* 

As far as up is down, everybody can see what a blind man cannot, one's reality check

You may be right & I may be wrong but I think there's a thing like pain in your neck

Brought to the end of the days and nights with 1, 2 or 3 maybe 4 that you love for real

It's neither here nor there but a thing worth nothing in the end, it's undertaken zeal.

Down to the brass tacks once again, it's what is not going away today or yesterday

Now, tomorrow is the x factor, the unknown torture of fear & loathing for doomsday

A non-sequitur, a forgone conclusion, an inductive assumption aside, it's God's face

A creation, life living is shaping a form out of collisions of Matter, collusion in Space.

Now to deal with the discourse of deductive reason, I think & therefore we all are

One and the same thing you were before your conception, now your deception star

All you have is what you've leaped the faith for, a magic spell of a farmer in the dell

Maybe so but if not then the sky is NOT the limit, the whole shebang is a hell's bell.

Of these humane foreign objects, as I am only one of many who follow suit & trump

When the time comes to count the points for the pinnochle hands, you're a chump

You never lose and feel guilty if you win, as if you cheated the loser yet you didn't

It was always for the cybercache, out of sight & mind, in a New York state of mind.

Wait up, one more thing before I actually desert backstage, exit #ALTright uplifted

I found nothing in or out of my heads, absolute vacuum of metadata dust unsifted

Nothing more safe than an unknown combination that opens an empty wall's hole

Without knowing what matter and energy are, the dream ends anyway for a tool.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOWVEMBER VIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 AMPST #SomebodyBetOnTheBay

{ Trash and garbage recycled from the parochial training of my #Poorboy noggin from 6-17 Years old in the city of bad smells, say no more... inspiration from #SacredSpiritDrums of David & Steve Gordon link https://youtu.be/Xby4ytMVjoU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HappyBirthdayJackJohnStopka 11-7-1950 @WARtheBand #OldMenLive #SMOOTHERsilk @Santana @LosLonelyBoys @CorazonEspinado @Nickelback #KeepTheChange #EarthWindFire etc, etc, etc... #StapletonRockin' probably...

VAMANOS, ARISTA, A VIERGE DARLING OF YESTERDAY'S TOMORROW TODAY, E.W.F.*

No species survives evolution's jump off of a cliff, not One Ape or Woman

It's a different time in Space to remind nobody of anything at all but Zen

Just be aware the evil in men comes for your life and livlihood daily & then

You react in kind, in self-defense & expiration of a soul who wanted yours.

What it is when nobody will tell you before it's too late, it's a prisoner fate

To know the law or be ignorant of the regulation has no bearing on a fact

That you are present and not denying the allegation is cause to imply guilt

A verdict that's at best, useless with teeth, at worst, ado about the killed.

Some innocent humanity, others guilty of being human's inhumanity Sin

A bubble inside which the thing itself, evolved & flourishes in good & evil

Bad things and good things happen without repercussions to a Causal skill

Function of a game, if you wanna play is ignorance of reason's conclusion.

So, I'm thinking, I think I am. so I hear a Moody Blues' tune of satanic signs

Why aren't they in black satin?  It's gotta be white because it's color blinds

Nobody sees color but human beings hence, hide all color & lick the boots

Godsons & daughters marry mine & then an all too humane Man's roots.

So liberty from tyranny is the function of being by and for the people, so

What gives the power to rule other than the ancestral behemoth struggle

To figure out why you're alive here and now & what'll happen post lives

All of the ones, the many who preceded us, RIP & you & I, doin' hand jive.

Signed by me, myself & I which are the only three to agree, ego, super & Id

Wildest dreams are while awake, you cannot wake from those of a big kid

But awaken you must before the final inhale of dust and exhale of spirits

All of the whiskey, gin & vodka comin' up the reverse of the gag's big-tits.

All just because you thought I was so pretty, so handsome to be in a jam

Yet I was never all alone, I was with you before you knew what I'd done

I cast a spell on you from a half a mile away, t'was more than a wish, son

Listenin' to my loud yell, she heard something in one ear & out the other.

Nonsense comes from all of sensational battles with one another, ce live

With or without the amoeba and paramecium, mankind cannot survive

Lack of blind faith in this maxim is the ticket to the Limbo paradise of gods

Nobody gets a promised land, e-facts, "Aww pop," daddy told me, egads!

by

r j j  stephan, i  *This One's for you pops!  #Grati @Santana

c.  BLOVEMBER 7th, 2021 Anno domini @0600 hours PST

{ Accomodate the blood, sweat & tears for the Earth's Wind & Flame, drafted listenin' to @EW&F link @ https://youtu.be/yHG5W4miMTM & @Santana #Smooth & #SomewhereInHeaven link @ https://youtu.be/9YxwANaLnVA  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?