#RollinWithTheSevensAndElevens #SparkITUp #FoughtForMyCountry #AndYou? #ThoughtSo

CREEPIN' SON, DO WHAT 'it' DO, 'ORDER' OF LAW & ORDER

Locked in tight, 1st to last shred, HumV matters in time

Grown ovum to skull & crossbones in flight, slippin' in slime

Mothers knew what JD Black was sayin' & y'all bled it out

Boy or girl, one of each or triplets' twins, two up & about.

Major Tommy or Jimmy or Bobby, even Johnny knew it all

That this was all there ever was, we've created the scenario

From ignorance and fear of the unknown to Hollywood Blow

I knew everything from the get-go before we met on a call.

Frustration & the rusted joints never get the release grease

Beatin' the metal and skin for the rhythms wise fools peace

Nothing personal, I'm just a character in the dream too, so

Groove gets the needle and the spoon, trip to a moon too.

Graves dug without a purpose, ain't comin' back here, to be

Corks plugged the screwed holes that get in God's Dead Sea

No human lives beyond this planet's spin & revolution of me

I'm the One that counts, Spirit's spin of matter, y'all see?

Probably can't see the point, it's sharp & you'll get stabbed

If & only if you come to the grips of the handle, it'll dawn

On your miniscule brain full of data, God drops a thin dime

Ten pesos for the nonsense & 100 pills in a bottle of Time.

Keepin' track of the revolutions around the Sun, stillborne

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, bacteria, viruses & God's ilk

Competing for the survival, for the love of a battle horn

Blown air warning of the pain & suffering to come in milk.

Mothers' breasts were empty though, didn't get a lick of it

Just the formula of the science of the 1950's, cripple's chit

Bet on the wisdom of the most ignorant among the herd Id

All the chips were won yet the cards got dealt to The Kid.

Bringin' the battle back to the home front where angels flee

From a battle zone where life on Earth may be lost at sea

Point of view is with the third eye to see in the darkness

Everywhere 'round your ID, trillions of miles of Nothingness.

That's all folks, remember this when you choke a last gasp

I told you so, you didn't believe it 'cause it was incredible

Yet, the Truth's been told, you know you heard it, an asp

Snake head, snake bit & crawled around Earth, my double.

Dead in my head a moment after God's dam broke my back

Lost all of my marbles in Space, outside any girl's hollarback

Dynomite blowin' the scat out of the TNT, cleared the deck

Nothing to fly around in the dead air, really ain't no Shrek.

Fantastic orgasm brought me this figment of imaginary signs

As if it meant anything that you lived & died, happy or sad

Come on man!  Come on Woman!  Lock this in tight, Word

Sound to repeat from afar, signaling a forgotten love bird.

All of it, everything and none of it, Nothing at all, all Good

In the middle of things you can't see or smell, it ain't food

Winning bloody skin & hair, full of mud & dirt, we're meals

A reaper of souls' skin & bones in a thin skin-bag, for reals!

Jinx & Miss Lucy in an out range system of the up & down

Gone in sixty seconds or after I lay it all down on a by-line

Compared to yesterday, today ain't tomorrow no more bloke

Bags y'all got this?  A GD superman asked to be so #Woke?

Common grounds to slither on, #TubeSnake boogie, my son

We've been here & there before, makin' another run undone

Will leave a legacy of mystery about why I got here & left

Had it all & left it all behind, you think you'd downshift?

You didn't and it was all downhill for the rest of the Spin

Top down tot he bottom, swimmin' in mystery 'til the end

It will come like it or not, a concert you've got back stages

I'm just random combinations of mud-blood's danger zones.

Down or up on a fishin' trip down the Mississip, pride holy

Watched the trip, played rhythm, lead & bass, tasted folly

Dreamed I got #Woke, left on my own all alone without me

Little boy trained to fall down & get up until he can't see.

Hell, it's in the darkness just before the blinding light of Oz

Monkey-men thinkin' they gotta eat & feed a bannana cause

I did not ask for this unless I forgot that I did, let us pray

Chords breakin' melodious forms, Fire in a lost Hole, Today!

Caught you smokin' your wine & drinkin' yo' wacky tobaky

Kiddin' nobody but Cheech, Chong & daddy who all knew

It all comes out in the wash, creepin' up on top of the roof

A little do what it do on you, pop, creepin' go? Sonny too?

by

#CottonMouth #CreepinUpOnyou #DoWhatItDo

rjjstephan

c. July XVIth, MMXX22 Anno Domini

{ I jacked up this jam while loopin' #WackyTobaccy by @TobyKeith #BallsToTheWall link @ https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

WE GOT THIS, JUST KIDDING! #FishinHuntinForBigGames

SOS SMOKE & DRINK, LUCKY STRIKE-OUTS & BLACKJACK SHOTS

Expand darkness, blank white in the light's white?  No 151 Rums?

I'm walkin' on a thin line waiting for the canines to bare the gums

I smell and taste like what all the rabiid dogs hate, rather eat scat

Just 'cause you thought you had power, that's what's annhilated.

As a bum or a junky or both, you are ready to die for a holy fool

Earth's One Lady who bore you down to crossroads of dead ends

Here & over there, animated or at rest, air above my knee bends

Bats have no fever but all humans have it over 100 degrees too.

Issues of a practice & theory of being and not being an arctic fox

Hu=Man as if it means something more than random atoms, son

Conceived in or out of love, gestation & birth to death, it is done

"X" heaven or hell, the dead go back, ash, star dirt is dry in a box.

You're crooked as a politician leading the sheep over a cliff edge

All dead falling on the living left over from the skyscraper's ledge

All fell down at a mile per second, felt like a short time forever so

No worries before the ends, what'll be will be, Que sera, let's go!

Higher than an box kite flying as high as the stratosphere allows

Eight miles higher than the dirty ground under our feet, it meows

Pussy's better when it's happy than when it's afraid of a cat fight

Scratching at eyes, slashing for survival without a god, gotta bite!

All gone, already where it's always been, inner sanctum of Words

Rhyme or not, irridescent and transparent, a figment of the birds

Flying or not from Dodo to Vulcher, all gotta eat, pest of the prey

Killing the hunted is a necessary condition for survival, I'm fittest.

Around the world doesn't take days, it's a macro-seconded idea

Created from the ash and bones leftover from the organs matter

Couldn't play any longer, air & light were not needed, oh mother

Just empty void of INFINITE nothingness in lOVE, enjoy it, Hi, uh.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July XVth, MMXXII Anno DOMINI @ 711 AMPST

{ Jacked this up while listenin' to @POTUSB #phuqUP link @ https://youtu.be/mzgq70kO4Sk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TERRY'S SONG - MY MAMA'S SONG

#Boss & SOME FRIENDLIES #FireAway #INCOMING

MISSILE DIPLOMACY?  SI!  FIRE AWAY!

Take aim, mid-stream, nobody wants to be woke in graves, wanna bet

Nobody likes a wet one, cold & a mess if you're not in a woke mood yet

In the china cabinet your mother loaded with valuables, you tipped it

Almost fell upon you & crushed you before you were six, back in '55!

Pusher's pull of babies climate's climaxed angel fallen to Earth, high

All confused about the nature of nukes, why will a whole world die?

One split atom theorized by a genius and made to launch at a godhead

It's above as below & you want to defend your people you annhilated.

At one time or another, being a foreigner on this cloud 9 puff of oxide

I shall not go out easy, I'll be kicking and screaming if I'm not extinct

We're not the people who devised rules for this planet's dead hot rods

We're the people who've united in states of being independent of gods.

Think about this #HotDog & #HamBurger, dead animals to eat or not

Covered up with garnishment loaded to the bottom of a tubesteak bun

Under the boardwalks, beneath the overpasses, turnpikes rollin' one

All around extinction of humanity is denied until the last robot & bot.

Mink stoles & Nike kicks to call-out the empty holes beneath a mamba

Snake wait to hiss & strike at whatever moves within reason's samba

Only you & I know that I'm not a taco but my taste is on higher ground

Unless I believe the lies told by lying liars, repeat ad infinitum sound.

Which border's the waterline for me & for you in this dire straits sock

East and West coasts of the USA in recession, recycling the depression

For the good, the bad & especially the ugly kids on the block, y'all rock

Cash in a cache as money's in the bank, as it's backed by pot leaf, son.

Sombreros & pistolas left at back doors of the house, jack's movie set

Or not to be satisfied, pleasure or pain of the suffering in painted face

Nuns, deacons and high priests have no indulgences, blessings, grace

No credit for you here & now until all gods are dead and gone in debt.

Way gone past the time in space when fish were jumpin' out of there

Crows & ravens on both my shoulders, that's how I woke it up in here

Talkin' with the lips from heavenly angels that formed the holy souls

Seven of them you can see, keep them closed, keep spirit's backflows.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, July XIV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Cocked pistola in word form, #FireAway listenin' to @Chris_Stapleton  link @ https://youtu.be/ZI-aPHeUDlk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

H.T.F.W.I.K?

#GotItAllWrongAgain #NotThisTime #NeverAgain #WhereWouldYouBeBooH? @RareEarth @MartinaMcBride @TheRollingStones @BruceSpringsteen

PHONE & A PEN TO NUMBER YOUR DAYS, HOLD YOUR HAND

Sonny boy, you needed to listen to me before you died and went to heaven's gate

There was no reason for you to check out so early, sitting put as a duck, dated fate

Can't leave even one holy soul behind, it's one to the head & two to the heart ache

Where nobody gets out alive, double check the combo, wake up for the Gods' sake.

Pertaining to the argument deduced from the induction into the hall of DNA errors

Mutated before you knew it & committed to be conceived and now full deceived

Tapping on the metal, the wood and animal skin drums, metronome beat, indeed

Of course, it's all about the morons & idiots in the closets of bedrooms of dreamers.

The townspeople who believe in the rule of the mob are waiting for someone to die

In front of their eyes as they hang, cut off a head, topgun's down, small step for Man

Doin' mash potatoes while barefootin' down on the dance floor, movin' high and dry

#Girls know without them this whole shebang doesn't go down, they forgot about it.

I recollect this here, you or the little bitty ones left alone to a perpetual epileptic fit

As if you wouldn't dream after you went to deep sleep, act like you're woke as chit

Working for groups who devise the words for the rules to live by, I am a wake pyre

Revolution of the seasons of Earth spinnin' & wobblin' in orbit around the bonfire.

She came back for more, that day in the dark, games & fun on my banana seat's slot

Leather, pillows, blankets, what the hell was I thinkin'?  Oh, my girlfriend's so fine

OMG, a catholic boy scholar-athelete on the way to a war nobody declared, a 1969

Boom, egg we once were, we're all #Woke again, I saw what I saw, OMG holy shot!

Slick as snot on an oily rag, it's all I've got to wipe the mess up, I ain't #woke in sin

Mortal or venial, like that or an original thing in french I can't repeat, vulgar mother

Of my sisters and brothers in arms, in legs, in my own mind, I'm not sleepin' father

All night long, pretendin' to be an innocent infant, hungry kid or a Man, barefootin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @MartinaMcBride & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o3AhjFc8AiE #CouldItBeMe?  #Disappear #HaveIGotItAllWrong? #ThugsMugsShots }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

where would you be?

where would you go?

who would you know?

#WhatIsWrongWithThesePeople? #DEAD @DEAD @GratefulDead & @BruceSpringsteenJAMZ

MOTHERS IN FLIGHT, TIDE OF WHITe LIGHTENING

Whatever you say, that's the way it is & the way it goes on, we mad?

Or not to be mean, this is going to hurt all because it hurts me so bad

None of us know the Truth about the whole shebang, a suspicious opine

Gods & the empty void of the black hole that matter collapses in Time.

Start with the link to mature and ripe fruits of the vine, survive extinct

Mortal animation of 208 bones grown out of two separate cells to uplink

To merge two into one thing, itself all there is from the conception ink

All codes programmed for maximum efficiency of the evolutionary stink.

Now and then, we all come to this crossroad or another at another time

When our eventual confrontation with the free choice to drop your dime

On nobody alive from the mothers and fathers or sisters' brothers' kin

Composing the finale of the End Times, division begins subtracting a sin.

Mortal and the Original One, laws & commands not obeyed or followed

Art of the Martial, hand, arm, foot, leg, third eyesight bleeds indeed

For the sake of the many, some of the ones who know feign ignorance

To stalk the reality for others who know what's what, I wanna dance.

So, I found the center path to lead nowhere but it's better on flipside

Once you arrive nowhere, you've no choice so insert a dream that died

That dead dream will then come alive as if you gave it life then take it

To the limit where no sound or light can transmit, smells as teen spirit!

Green arrow inside of the target's bullseye wins the contest's flukes

Bow pulled tight & the end is near for all boys & girls orphaned, bleaks

Instead of complaining with no resolution, why not activate your glutes

G-force & momentum crush of the eyeballs into the so-be-its' freaks.

From the cosmic dust you can't see since you are what it is, The End

All the way to the abstractions of conceptual analysis which isn't easy

Harder they fall is the mantra, it's a gravity of graves' dust we bury

Under Earth's dirty, woke diversity, concealed carry to defend/offend.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 544 AMPST

{ Completed while jammin' to @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/avOvktGBfSA & postin' this MASTERPEACE on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

7 ELEVEN 2022 Anno Domini #EyesWantMyMTV #GoodyGoody

TOUGH SPOT SO, FRIENDS' SET, 7-11 BUTTERCUP

What's going on with your saga?  You'll be dead in a hundred years, so...

Funk of centuries filling the millennia with ash & mud, nothing to flow

From the original sin to the mortal sin, mama made me do it to y'all, so

We got rocks in a musket 'cause we ran out of full metal bullets, gimme!

If you want an ally, BUTTERCUP, you must make a comeback, eggs to roe

Holier than thou meaning I'm better at survival than you, quite A blow

Bums who didn't buy the narrative to work fiercly at your pace along it

Time in whichever space you're in is your time to waste, all of your chit.

Open a closed door 'til the floor fell, electri-cited atomic neutrons

Spirit & soul invisible, after fact of  Life dawns on you, a bitter End 

Waves' treason comin' in neap tide, atoms of life move somnambolisms

Phat you don't want, useful idiots preferred, friend or foe, amigas' sons.

In the beginning before the 1st atom blew & began 1st Cause of Effects

There I was, wonder what I originate with ideas like this, hence, asex

It had to be, a virus & bacteria I didn't see, in & out number rolled

Matter moves IT, consumed by a Void, parachute weed-bud of Gold.

Breathe in & out, the narrow way, middle path twixt high & low broads

Farm to city tables' inner department collisions, all your fault, toads!

From lilly pad to pad in a cesspool 'til it evolves in oil mud of core cream

Interruption & a form of corrupted perfection paused a stream, a dream!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-11-2022 @ 611 AMPST

{ Drafted while gittin' jiggy with @Bob_Dylan #IContainMultitudes link @ https://youtu.be/CU-e3os7QBk @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kst650AM drafted while starving for food & drink, listenin' to the #BOYZ LIVE LINK @ https://www.armstrongandgetty.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#FamilyTradition #WhyDoYouDrinkAndSmoke? #EndOfTime #OriginOfSpace #FireAway #CDB #MTB

MON DIEU DU CIEL !  UNWANTED BABIES STAND UP !

Whether or not we like it, we're in it to win it and that means defeating the death sentence

You did nothing wrong or evil except to be born from a woman married in principle to Man

The kind you'd like to bring home to introduce to your parents, show 'em you had good taste

Living with or without a creator of universal expansion's contraction of the Origin's slow race.

Made them white, black, red, brown, yellow and most of them blue inside and out, for reals

Joints keeping the limbs in motion until they're ready to break, to shatter for the gods' seals

Wind powers the spreading the rumors and propaganda of the few & proud extinction genes

Acid from One solar system injected into the pure Milky Way veins, naked ape's hill of beans.

So, commands, commitments, inevitable dissolution of the soul's rubber balls, rolled like rock

Down the slope that began white as snow & ended in all lights going out for me as I got woke

Fish fought a good fight but I had to win and eat them, I was losing power & lookin' like meat

Ready for predators over my dead body, poison 'em all, lips to gizzard, I need some little feat!

Agressive to be passive when the predator apears confused, moment of the strike, stab deep

Sword or blade of a Tonto slice of steel used to slash and sever the thing itself from the form

Walks and runs, hungry as a starving orphan, whole food for thought, climbinin' high above

The highest mountain on any land on Earth, close to the outermost place in space on ground.

Leaving it is difficult only if you don't know where you're goin' when you evolve, extinct in It

This world probably goes on forever as it did in reverse before your conception, immaculate

Borrowed and loaned, paid back and welched like a moron or idiot who can't get a girl date

Flight above the topguns who can't aim & can't fire to open any door to a victory's easy chit.

Hidden from blind guys & too quiet for any challenged tastebuds, strangely pungent musky

Smells scents are most important for survival, some species other than "man" wants to eat

We smell like kimshee or hamburgers from Detroit, raw garden happy smoke, a Tier 1 seat

Kinder than the good samaritan yet a scourge for the scoundrels, just a minute, that's me!

Let it go far from where you'll spend the rest of your time from now until a hard, bitter end

You won't like it because it hurts you for a minute & then it's all over, every one knee bend

That you will be goin' to heaven if you're good, buddhist, muslim, jew, christian OR just me

Peanuts in so funny columns along with the Dick Tracy capers, always been a dreamer, see?

Comedy and tragedy is the nature of the beast's Time-Space, one day at a time's last spin

Gone crazy because there ain't no way to keep it up, 'bout which tattoo to etch in red skin

Groovin' and rockin' when nobody is looking & when they are staring, ignore the attention

Compromise nothing & fortify your resolve to take as many with you as I would, everyone.

Now you're ready, i was gonna tell you this 'fore brave women screwed all the man-boys

Literally repeating life over, essence of existence, flyin' high in silence to landing top toys

Stunning victory song sung before the TV eyes & their nosy attitudes toward propaganda

Knowledege & wisdom inherited by y'all, how long will it be before a dodge to Au Canada!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Sunday, 7-10-2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Dreamt about tomorrow yesterday & today came anyway, it's over when it's over & drafted this while jammin' to @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver on link @ https://youtu.be/mDc9DL9vVsM  & #JackDaniels link @ https://youtu.be/_9VKQ3uvMoM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

FOOLED ME THRICE, SHAME ON THE GODS #LookinForALOVE

DIFFERENT STROKES FOR BIRDS OF THIS FEATHER

Seventeen to eighty-six years, more or less, that's all you've got to hunt prey

After that, it's as above so below, the empty space of Nothingness, your Home

Sweet as sugarpie and a bunch of honey from the hive, where men fear to go

Top bannanas are known, the emptiness is because they're the men to blow.

Heard blowing the men down but not up, but fought back, blown job deep six

Shallow end of gene pools where acid urine flows out filters into a chlorine fix

Letting diving swimmers breath into their skin and bones, cancer of the rowdy

Into the end of the functioning of organic matter, the thing you call your body.

Then as it must be, the effect of the cause follows without any interference dot

Infinity is the power of the Space & Time, we call it life on Earth, peasant & king

Whether the royal woman or royal man is born to a mother of the gods or not

One thing itself remains a concept of a sound of a word that means something.

What is it that your father did not know?  Why didn't he tell you so?  Just kiddin'

I know my father didn't know what nobody on this planet can know for certain

You are here because yo' mother & father let you come here, you had no choice

There's no karma, no heaven or hell outside of Life on Earth's dirty girl/boy toys.

You can't fictionalize the movie in front of your face, dream-sleeping, it is pizzaz

Do not wake up while you're alive or you'll experience Consciousness of A Sun

You ain't coming back to the same place in Space once you're One with Bliss

Atoned & formed shape of 208 bones, conception thru deception's inception.

Stay with me another stanza, One thing I can add to complete the transition slip

You waited 'til now to admit to yourself, you're a mortal & you're gonna die-skip

Meant nothing to be good, bad or be as I am, One, ugly duck & silly phuque

Sniff sea weed & an Eagle feather, HOME ALONE, be afloat with a rubber duck!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, July Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini  559 AMPST

{ Conned this out of the Psyche this AM while listenin' to @Charleton_Heston #OutMyColdDeadHands speech @ https://youtu.be/5ju4Gla2odw  & rockin' to @TheEagles best @ https://youtu.be/DOQEqxvkLro }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

O.O.M.C.D.H.