{ STAR POWER WITHOUT SURVIVORS, BLUE & ORANGE TENTS, SIDE OF THE ROAD, THROWN UP SHARKS & DAVEY JONES' PUNKS UNDER THE OVERPASS' FREEWAY, HYGIENE & BLACK PLAGUE RAT PACKS, FINIS, #FINSUP }
SHIPWRECKED, MOLLYS EXTINCTION OF SPECIES, #CHIPOTLI CHILLS' #FinsUP
Some day even sooner than you think, might even have been yesterday
A day that won't live after it's all over, 24 hours & a taste of waste more
Like when a man or a woman dies, it's over, we burn or bury the corpse
Our kin, our friends, our enemies of the states, everybody gets in doors.
One way in, you already did that & you gave it your best shot, hit it hard
All senses on high alert for survival awareness, hunger wants to eat Lard
All aliens of Earth & the denizens of the caves, swamps & jungles of dead
This is what you got, what you get with mutations of DNA, with that said.
Now is the time, it came from the future & will soon fade to past's black
No picnic or any kind of party for the fun & games that occupied you back
In combat, in battle, there's nobody left but except when you're her/him
Never back to the absolute beginning before Life occured in this vacuum.
Gods wanted to work for your mother & father so I got in a womb tomb
Workin' like Jetsons or Flinstones, I don't care, peaked in a hobo's boom
Gasp a final gulp of gas, your mind grasps the folly of weeded THC crops
To be or not to be the method to the madness, Ends the song, mic drops.
Behind the wombs' that bore the life to the planet's hard rock hotels
No motion in the ocean, then everything's dead, idiot saw light of day
Mothers & fathers who entered the polyester Words to Wise fools' lies
Everybody has to guess, pretending to know, Nothing but flower highs.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, July XXII, MMXXII #RIP @BruceLee @RobinWilliams #RIP
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
{ Drafted rattling the cages of the toothless who bow to the #Cuffless like #AOC with hands behind the back & watchin' & listenin' to #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie @BrothersOsborne @https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg & @Armstrong_Getty @ksteam650 & @ledZeppelin #BlackDog https://youtu.be/yBuub4Xe1mw }
NATURALLY, YOU GOT NEWS FOR ME, 'BOUT A TRUCK & A KISS *
Running from the summer days of '69 as quickly as I could, it's a 2022 buzz fizz
Are you full of the masticated food? I think that's quite clear, you are & you is
Whichever way you swing, you're the problem not the solution to the dilemmas
Nothing to see here, pretend as if you're deaf & blind, no offense to yo' mama!
Ignorance is 100% free to every human born on Earth, you may still have it now
In tact as if it's supposed to corral your spirit and break you down for a bridle
Nobody should be allowed but the ingenuity of weak bodied fellows & the cows
Will crack the ceiling for Understanding to dawn & enlighten the farmer's dell.
In charge or not, pretending to be until your queen is in check, then you'll mind
Your P's & Q's whichever you find at the crossroad of your self-realization sign
We're all gonna die, all public restrooms in American business need black junk
Or white trash left in public restaurants & restrooms, it's a matter of timing, pace.
Comin' to grips & thinkin' that I exist here in California for no reason at all, shux
It's not a problem but after seven decades, chit still happens, I got my own six
Now and then you need a nudge, just a little desired push in the right direction
From maybe a word or two, a line or two, an understanding with another One.
Spirits stuck roamin' around all alone lookin' for the thing itself only to find It
Right there in front of their eyes for so long that it's as surreal as Holloween
If you've got a ghost within your body's skeleton, whole mind & body gadget
Not that it makes a difference but it's a dream you're havin' you forgot, regret?
No, I didn't think you could regret what's so hard to comprehend, wink & a nod
In the right or the left deep states of being all too humane, one finds all peace
Glasses of wine & shots of whiskey, blunts full of keef, bitten Girl Scout cookie
Givin' a hoot's in the stars but it won't be easy, being jacked up by a hot rookie.
More or less philosophy, you don't want to hear the good, a bad or fugly blaze
So there it is, I'll keep the repitition of the fact of life you've forgotten in the fog
Of the state's indoctrination with the history of culture, a world's holier blades
Anthropomorphically given, as above, so below ad infinitum, a Gog & Magog.
Thoughts dropped like a dime just behind your position, it's a creepy signal
Flags waving like there's a wind in this vacuum, yet there ain't no way out
Even though that's the case, useless trivia aside, simmering with a wee pal
In the blind hindsight, it's going to be a moonwalker triage, monkey pax gout.
You desire & require all last words & testament of godfathers of animal herds
Handcuffs won't work, you just hold your hands together behind a slip, on dirt
Ice or slippery slopes with an overweight, aged cat, still surprisingly in synch
With the sounds of the wild & the silence of the void, y'all need to bleed ink.
I danced alone and with many women, it doesn't really matter, it's all labor pain
Here for all of the things that happened since 1951, it's now 2022, that's insane
Humble true lies to be killed & buried four feet under Stardirt of God, forsoothe
Conquered holy masses of atoms by fusing & splitting them, can't handle Truth.
Oceanic deep end for sailors, airmen & pirates lookin' for paradise while blind
All too humane, inside a vision box, teleporting bunches of conmen, oh my lord
Cut to the chase amigo, amigas await the final end of your breath, a yogic kind
Wisdom, knowledge, willpower to wield a two-edged sword, I am the red horde!
Helpless phenomenon, to mend a malaise, hopelessness for all but you, son
Avoid helping others as you would the plague because it causes an addiction
Not to you & your good soul but addicted to your wealth accumulated by work
Anyone can do it starting from paper routes, stockboys at stores or circle jerk.
Achieving success by your last gasp of gas is an enviable Original Sin skin
I hope & pray to a Void Air Force if any to let me be immortal as God's been
Oh wait a minute, isn't that what the Dark Angelo said, well I'll be God's dams
To the High Ranch, dead freefall in a deep hole full of vipers who hate scams.
Pimps of the extinction, selling the bad as the good, the beautiful as the ugly
Remember what you can from the Twilight Zone we've stopped by just to be
Not too human as a prince or a princess used to be before bad news, I'll see
Hot flames in supply & demand mode, freezing cold solids ice to God's Eye.
In this tribe you are neither chief nor initiate nor lieutenant general, I am to be It
Nothing's remains, I'm at once the final punch in the mouth delivered to the kid
Demand inheritance or the breadcrumbs of being a bum-hobo on foodstamps
Playin' poker with reneck girls next door, a sitting duck for cheaters & chumps.
Why & when will the conclusion reached during existential inquiry lead to being
Whether a male or a female malcontent or a hobo or a bum, it's DNA is failing
Human RNA has been artificially inseminated with acid that's not of this Earth
Shocking to know that we've allowed humanity to let the solar system know US.
Even far from this solar system, beings have discovered our #Woke hardware
Easy to reach since the humanity that launched gave predators pirate software
That said, hone demented fake news, love & listen to it, debate & metabolize it
Ominous logic, 'bout birds & bees, comin' out a little country, rescue me, #schit!
by
r j j stephan, i
c, Jeudi, July XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
* Happy Birthday to my #2 son, #JimiDugan @JamesSullivanStephan 7-21-1974, born when his daddy (ME) WAS SERVING HIS COUNTRY IN SOUTH KOREA DURING THE SOUTH VIETNAM WAR IN CAMBODIA AND LAOS IN 1974, born & first raised in Chicago, groomed in the foothills of NorCal, #ItsGoldJerry! HBD Dugan! POPS . . . pi = Three Point One Four
{ Master's piece drafted while jammin' to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged #WonderBoys link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE & to rock the rest of my #2 son's birthday @Blink182 #Hits link @ https://youtu.be/b0U-XVkfzCM }
WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU STARIN' AT? GOOD GENES IN THE FAM Y'ALL
It never really mattered at all what the outcome would be at the end of the road
You knew & I knew we'd all get there eventually, not really know but we had faith
In the unknown and how because of our conception, we were owed by the powers
That be both you, me & every other living thing on Earth, so lucky to be here & now.
Where there's a Will to power, there's a guy or a gal dancin' around in circles, dancin'
Barefootin' or slippery soles of the leather and suede movin' around the floors wood
In a minute or a couple hours, there was a prize to get, a phone number to call, good
To get a date on the weekend tryin' to get some sweet huggin' & kissin' at the drive-in.
Again, a simple mind has performed an atomic reaction, either fusion or fission of dicks
This universe as it is & always was, before & after me & you, before God existed here
There is a high probability the God & other divine beings will not survive an extinction
Sat around until I died in sin & somebody rolled me up & smoked me too, three or six.
Fried my small mind, what's left of it after the 1960's & 1970's when I was a genius too
Lost nearly everything over the years of all of the fire and wind blowin' me down under
Chased the clouds & the fish until I found the girls & then snagged to my better half, aw
Better to state the Truth than to pussy foot around it, your trouble could become a saw.
I love my life with this woman of the century, I have known & observed, irreplaceable X
She's got it all of it, singin' & dancin' over my gravity of this star, I'm at one with the twos
So, in the end or before the beginning, there's an identical essence, word up your noses
Just because you thought you were so pretty & could get me, "How do ya like me now?"
THERE'S NO REASON FOR BEING ALIVE OTHER THAN finding you, here, how you do
You do what you need to do whether I like you or not, I know you now or not at all, cool
Some hearts need to break in two, meaning absolutely nothing other than cry like a baby
Heaven's really far for lonely boys, in prison or free, most you ever recover is one final day!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, July 19th, 2022 A.D. @ 544 PMPST
* header's my COUSINE @NADINE_STEPHAN ! *
{ #Kicked this out the holy hole in my head while jammin' to the mighty @DireStraits #DownTotheWaterline link @ https://youtu.be/PNO_fdDmFjs & @BruceSpringstgeen #TwoHeartsAreBetterThanOne link @ https://youtu.be/CsGLF8hHtT0 )
{ Geeked out of the solar system this AM while jammin' to @ArmstrongAndGettyShow on @kste650AM & blastin' the ROCKS off your face listenin' to @KennyChesney https://youtu.be/luHhJalHanw }
Short skirts, long sweaters, teenagers at sockhops playin' in keys of E with all the boys
They can always be one more than the last hundred years, there's freedom of choice
We have that will to survive in the middle of the wild and innocent on E street's walks
C streets is where the homeless go with their orange & blue tents on railroad tracks.
Balls in Baltimore and holy communion in the fire and ice of the solar system's burn
It's all goin' to Hades in a hand basket, like it or not, you ain't in charge, never was It
Thing itself moving everything without moving a boneless finger, I think, there I am
Moments and infinite lapses of Earth's revolution and orbit, It's all an inner sanctum.
Binging on the strings and brass, beatin' animal skins in the caves & out in the orchard
Where the angels feared to go, that's where all of the free men went for their souls' Id
Uncovered the energy and the lack of being an idiot to all of the morons watching me
Ego's involved when you allow it to be alive after seven years in orbit decor, espiritually.
Down lower than the center of the core of Earth, there's a glow, that's all I really know
No man or woman sees this until they leave the all too human world behind in my ash
Greeting the ends of Time as one's own, not the whole shebang, just me & y'all amigos
Amigas don't get it, needed rhyme for smack dreamin', blown bytes flown to M.A.S.H.
Medals I've got post-humously that I actually felt pinned upon my spirit's chest, it hurt
Why I had to get more pain for the pain I inflicted on others, that's a mystery to me man
You don't know like I know, thing about a reason for the look, "Am I gonna die today?"
God ditched the creation after being killed by it on a wooden cross, nailed up an 'INRI'.
What's that smell, a barbeque up the hill wafting the burned offering downtown smokes
Come up to where the action is, loving people in a mixed up, drunken jag, a phuque-up
Falling down in the grass, in the bushes, on the bleacher's floor, upchucking the spokes
Of the shrimp, scallops & oysters you were able to corner in a bowl, in a dish, in a cup.
Comprehend the following conclusion, shatter the perception product of the dividend
Sum of all the babies in the cribs, playpens, bedrooms & basements at Mom's deadend
Equals the total number of scum in a bag, an infinite number that has no end, infinite
As above, so below so I've been told, it's been said, if it's true, you're in paradise light.
Behind me, I can't see, got no eyes in back of the head, pranks ahead is twenty twenty
Perfect focus in on the main target, my place in space that's safe, no need for intensity
Space to be alone without anything assaulting you, your presence, your life, to kill you
For no reason, not for God nor man, just for eating you as the food on the bone, pfoo!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, July 17th, 2022 Year of The Lord @ 711 PMPST
{ A squeeze on the trigger yields a shot in the darkness & this masterpiece drafted while jammin' to #EC link @ https://youtu.be/8u_sZ6cJWTo @Eric_Clapton 7 June 2022 }
