Beer in the keg if not inside of a holy pony for my horses
Jack Daniels' jigger down on the bar, double barrel curses
Mamas & papas super bowling us all one way, my behind
Race ahead of the game, away drunk skunk, a third kind.
Civilian or military progress from an entrance with no exit
Mortality on the right or the left of the bones' smell, a debit
Morons from the bowels of the Tomb of Folly, a hot One Two
Therefore, idiots win a two-headed coin toss, guzzle the brew.
Mercy for the monsters & gluttons for punishments' buzzes
Guilty consciousness, all my fault even if it's not & never was
Blame me, I'm responsible, it's my obligation, I've got it boys
Cut my ties, can't push a rope, gotta pull it, ain't a free choice.
Points scored, penalties declined, goals on or off the field's dream
I go forth, I get back then rest a spell only to repeat, ad infinitum
Common or rare, art is all there is, it's a matter of energy's tides
Space black and blue, bright as the glory hole on your backsides.
Bones to be picked around my own 208, skull to toe, jolly roger
Monks and monkeys look and feel the same way, hand it to her
She always knew the way to the mind of man is through Fear
Scare the scat out of God, conquer It, kill a Word, not a BEAR!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, February Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1030 AMPST
{ Produced with kid gloves afoot, jammin' to 3 hours of #SpanishGuitar jams @ https://youtu.be/YDhUMt0aDEQ & a multitude of @SuperBowl 1/2 time shows, #RapidoOrder! }
SO BE & TO BE OR NOT TO BE, EYES WIDER OPEN THAN ALL RISEN DEADMEN
You can lead a horse to the river but you can't make her drink while you're on her back, take a note
It's the same old song whether you sing it or listen to another wale and flail about, it is all she wrote
Provoke my spirit that's in charge of law, order, being in line, in lock-step with the humanity of gods
You know, the ones who all wear clothes without style, puns and sarcasm should disguise the roads.
The forks ahead with the right and the wrong way to follow until you get to the end of days, all yours!
Everybody has One, yours & mine haven't arrived, well, maybe mine has by now, a century is hence
Punks and the junkies addicted to the free will of getting loaded, getting drunk, getting it up so high
Kung Fu I have & you don't, regardless of the absolute truth, misinformation is the ticket to the sky.
Straight up to the top of the atmosphere that stops 8 miles higher than the underground rock & stone
Nothing nor less than the whole shebang in a nutshell, dropped as if a gift from an absolute power one
Performing on The Stage from #ActOne to the #Finale, in ignorance, bliss or wide #Woke, enlightened
Come over to my place, it will be over before you know it but at least you'll have me, I'm not offended.
Miracles in the essence of this globule in the solar system, embedded in a surreality of a demigod's eye
Many & the One are exactly, precisely identical to The Plethora, before words of a bonified Good Guy
Caves empty of holy water, all evaporated as if it was never here in the first place, gas leak into a Void
Perfection & the lack of it are a gain of the functions of calculus, signs & cosigns mediate the androids.
Bats flew around, birds & people flew around the entire planet for years, now surprised by pure Science
Dialogue regarding the nature of this beast and the relationship to the bums, junkies, jokers & the Fool
You know who the Fool is, you've met the Fool, you hope you ain't the Fool, Time & Space will tell all
On the border of logic and reason, the argument's conclusion deduced is rational, why's Autumn a Fall?
Puns and plays with the linguistic permutations of syllogisms and plagiaristic facsimiles of Things I am
Mummies and the corpses with or without the formaldehyde preservation, skulls' & bones' flim flam
Monkeys, cats, homeless camps up and down the thoroughfare, vagrants high on meth & heroin died
All of them have been poisoned by the water, the food & the black plague rat bites because God lied.
Said he, she or it would take care of this random creation of a Sun's black hole, a loaf of life, drink beer
Enjoy it or not, it doesn't matter, you're lucky to have gotten a shot at the breath of air, in or out Here
Being and nothingness will get into the lexicon eventually, probably your last gasp of breath, what it is
Move on, carry on, eyes wide open, embrace the unknown as a long lost friend, man dead, woman kiss.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, February IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 #AnteMeridien #PacificStandardTime
{ Gods dropped in to see the condition of my condition & I drafted this while listenin' to #Armstrong_GettyRadio @ArmstrongAndGetty.com @kste650AM & jammin' on @KennyRogersAndTheFirstEdition #JustDroppedIn link @ https://youtu.be/AULOC--qUOI }
JUICED & COLLAPSED INTO OBLIVION, ADAMS ARE HEADED TO THIS EVE
Forth to the back of One's empty womb, Void of the universe is all in an infinite piece of mind
Cutting the slices into enough pieces to keep the 3.14 of @pi is a .14141414... All ad infinitum
Complex to the simplicity of a neutron inside of a proton with an orbiting electron & a cosign
Calculus hot tips, be just one electron, a proton and a neutron, that's all there is, bottom line.
Baddest Ugly make-up for the lack of the Goods, the money and the private property of MAN
All just too human to express with words but it's all I've got for suffering in the garbage's can
What I know is all I've read and all I've been told, Word-Up from mouth to ear, ad infinitums
All spouses become as divorced as they were before they set eyes on one another's ol' bums!
Before you knew, 'fore I learned to say it, Truth was available in a nutshell, snort a Word line
Once you've bitten into the core, either the bitter taste or the sweet texture's juice of a Shill
Reason and rhyme for you in the kitty, I bet you have no idea Who The Hell is Puxatawny Fill?
Matter and the form of it all, from One to the Many, subatomic & cosmic, I've blown A Mind!
It was all in my head, I made it up as I was stuck garbage in my home, inside me, the prophet
A hamper, a hidden hindsight with an insight you'll know, camp in a tent, #RosevilleRoadClose
All neighbors pay no rent & use diapers for their refused garbage of Scat. over thar' she blows
Down up the road, like a bum who doesn't work for free or work for any business for a profit.
Charity of the vagabond, drifter from coast to coast, border to border, ground to 8 miles high
Above and below this thing itself, call it what you'd prefer, 7 continents of atrophied divinity
Space and Time bending the dream into the finale, the bitter end of the return to the Origin
Dead and gone, spaced & immaterial, already gone except for the echo I recollect, I Am #SIN!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi 2 février 2022 Anno Domini @ 711 Ante Meridian (AM) Pacific Standard Time (PST)
{ Gashed from the neutron neutrality of this little ditty's parental guidance from #AlphaBetaZeta while listenin' to a #PlethoraOfSoulRhythm #SlowScrewsAllowed link @ https://youtu.be/fVO1NTzAL00 }
EXTINCTION'S RASCALS, MAGIC VALENTINE #FLATTS HEART & AN A-TRAIN TO CHURCH
Mumbling the gist of the dank pony soldiers who roam foothills of Sierra de la Eye Can scam
Imploring every genius who puts out for the gang in the hood, to donate Time in a Space's out
Just because your parents couldn't afford to move out #TheProjects of God, a holy victim shout
Accidents happen & some intent to yield a full monty of social ganje, yo bums, jacked-up spam.
Pink inside when oxygen can't reach it, a breach in the container allows it's red flow to income
Bose speakers of Deutschland, straight out of of pi times Atilla, son of no 7th Reich, a hobo bum
Pringles and chips of potatoes from Idaho with the garlic from California, mixed up nuts, my son
I know little or nothing about anything, all is like a newborn mind in a boy's or girl's zygote gun.
Certainty of dreams that end well during the phase before and after the zero on the Time line
A principle of ethics & being the strongest in a negative fix, ugly, bad & the good fear to be fine
Such a fine specimen of that can't find me, amnesia and blinded by the highlights, it's chartreuse
Nearly lemon yellow and lime green, makin' the two turn into the One, screwed off, too loose.
Swords in sheaths and knives in boots, no gunpowder or pistol whippin', babysitting on a grave
Sleeping on the couch or on the dirty, clean clothes from my empty drawers, wanna be a slave
To the Words you say, meaning nothing behind them or in front of them, Word is a silent #XY
Chromosomes' random, out of primate order of a Being in control of Gates' holy yomama cry.
Gone as are two in one, an operatic choirboy's serving of divine worship. empty handed HoHo
Puns of the monstrous idiots and guardians of the pseudo-Truths of the dead minions, I know it
Fools are briefing me on the nature of the beast, just a kid from the city of being the second too
Chocolate City run by random collisions of atomic matter, intent to populate extinct, scat pooh.
So early before breakfast that your mind atrophied without the sustenance & fuel to justify Be
Alive and ready to die just because that's the way it is, you can't make this scat up, it's the Truth
Fathers and mothers died and didn't know why, they laughed about the jokes, a hook of the sea
Too humane to admit it, you're the sacrifice on the funeral pyre, transubstantiation forsoothe.
Mingle away in the morass of impossible scenarios without any love of humanity's surreality fix
On the days and nights between conception and the dissolution of the dead & gone, axe licks
I played the accordion for your edification, keyboard on the right, buttons 120 on the left, schit
Practice made perfect, over and over again, scales to die for, I played all my future in this past.
Myriad of fun to be put into perspective 'fore that final gasp of gas, yours, mine, we all gotta go
Still born or over a hundred, it's better than an alternative universe's possible world, a ho Yo-Yo
Imperial or a Butterfly, they all let me do the tricks from 'round the world to walkin' the doggie
Horizon's a mile away, flip a coin, smell it, taste it, feel it? Won High Hope, to be or not to bee.
It don't matter one, tiny bit if you're with me on the trip, on the middle path's long road home
We got here alone & we've got to cut out of here all alone too, it ain't my fault, it's yours son
Maybe it was your daddy's obligation to save you from big, bad gods of California Sierra snow
Years under a bridge and singin' from the top of your smoked lungs, avenues & streets to blow.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted during a @RascalFlatts jam @ @FiddleAndSteelGuitarBar in @PrintersAlley in @NashvilleTenn 11-6-2014, rewound for your edification @ https://youtu.be/3TViDIeUHjo & @EricChurch #InConcert @ https://youtu.be/7l6mK7joNzs?t=19 }
Those god am I sticks and stones ain't botherin' my mojo, who is the One, I am, hence
I'm thinkin' more than usual for a second or two, I fell, I got up, I forgot who you were
Don't know who you'll be with yo' mind's eye tweekin' like a tweeker in a china shop
But and that's one big but, all conclusions are based on perception, that is everything.
To the ones who fill in the blanks with their wise and foolish friends who can see it all
For you and I, this ain't nearly enough since we're all gonna die with or without a soul
Maybe you have one, maybe you don't, it's been said we're deep down in a Void hole
What am I gonna do now? Maybe I'll cry, maybe I'll die, just like every day on a Ball.
Continental drifting lining up the surf and wind for the paradise by dashboard, eh son
The green, the blue & amber lights in the darkness are cool but I am seein' blood red
Before it's in the air, the sanguine flow is blue, without the oxygen & with it crimson
Smile for everyone, intense move to check & finally checkmate, my queens are bled.
Game of points without angles, notions of general and particular inductions of Word
High or lowdown, 32 miles high and in too deep to know the fingerprinted, hot sword
Slice and cut without realizing that life is over when the blood stops the pain of gods
Separation and integration of the rotten and the ripe, music and a dentist's hot rods.
Happiness is smiling when there's nothing to smile about, Nothing is the key, I'm a fan
Windows and doors will keep the unknown at bey but it'll come out in an original Sin
Strum, blow, pound and yell about the bass and treble of the five senses' production
No harm in smiling at strangers unless you're given the permission from, I'm The Man.
Listen up & give it your best shot at comprehending the nature of the beast, I forget
To recollect the gods have no idea you've arrived here, that is the Truth, angelic debt
Owing the creator, owing myself, owing nobody but me, owing you? I'm smokin' tea
Riding clean or dirty on 1, 2, 4 or 18 wheels, it's a cycle that's gone 'round a century.
Pour your tears out of my eyes now, cry until you've understood you're faux pas turd
Someday you're supposed to remember the error you've used to judge the west wind
Already gone, mystic winds blew out the chaff and sawdust of tree wood, a tear, a cry
Water dried up sixty-nine roses on my grave, reversed natural oneness, go ahead, die!
Monks and apes putting the entire scenario into perspective, babies are now grownup
Bearded, shaved, innocent and guilty, males, females & the 'xy' random mix of catsup
Bones, muscles, liquid iron from deevolution of atomic fission, one alternative, fusion
Crops, animals, burnt ash of Hydrogen, allstars playin' games, scored, Time Is, I'm out.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST
{ Saved just in Time, Space was there before I got here, it'll be here when I'm already gone, drafted this GEM listenin' to @Keb'Mo' #BetterMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pLUCoS1JiyY }
