#PhilosophersStones #SiSePuede @CarlosSantana @WARtheBand #HookAtTheFinale #AOK @EinsteinRelatives #NeutronStars #BlackHoles #OvertonWindows

 

si se puede, GRATIAS AMIGAS & HERMANOS DE MADRES

Stay alive for the dream to come true, when you're dead, so's the dream, have faith

Truth is like that, a matter of forming something in the middle of nowhere, a wraith

Thing itself unidentified flying, burrowing agent makin' love's round holes downunders

As above so below, the same things are goin' on, nothing above, nothing below utters.

Yelled HELP in a crowded theater, FIRE in an empty playhouse, it's all Good & my Evil

Stampeding idiots and morons stepping upon the fallen rather than helping them up

Humanity's all too human response to panic, stayin' alive when it's time to flee or kill

Nobody wants to be the sacrifice to someone's barbeque, surprises in store buttercup.

Alive or dead, any memory of our ancestral heritage origin is 200 years more or less

Before that inheritance of our DNA for this trip, spinnin' on a dirty ball of speed chess

Gettin' nowhere, goin' nowhere from the get-go, it's come down to survival of the fit

I am the most fit to defend against the nutcases & random Randos comin' or doin' it.

Last gasp far ahead or maybe today, who the Hades has an idea other than God's fate

Dream is real, you're in it, I'm in it, we're all in it, alive and dead, somnambolistic date

That's today, this day you & I wake up and become the #Woke, for the good of the Sex

It's OK to reproduce the species but not say the word, SEX, to substantiate it via FedEx.

Fathers just the sons of mothers who crafted the orgasm to become one of the many

This means you & I, we're the orgasm of our fathers, lucky to have survived insanity

When you're locked within and ready to be born into the light, well there you go again

Time and Space and then Nothing at all, that's the fate of consciousness, mindful Zen.

Now then, in the downward dog of the backward cats who are just kits in the kaboodle

Monsters or the food for the thoughts of the dancin' Mexican jumpin' beans' taco Bell

In any case, it's a tautological argument without a counter-example or disproof of One

Many can't be imagined without the complement of a One added to the concept, son.

Fruit in the garden of Eden's In & Out hamburger & ice shake joint on all four corners

Can't eat the apple, the sign of power, knowledge of the status of the universe's verse

Rhyme or not, it's lookin' the other way on the prose that supposes you can't get blue

Or red or white flagged, corpse dissolved into thin air, oxygen & CO2, all yours, YOU!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while I looped #StayinAlive by the @BeeGees on youTube, suffer with me @ https://youtu.be/z2qoihbzc3E & @WARtheBAND #TheWorldIsAGhetto @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoingDown #PortOrStarboardSides #Overboarded #ScoredGrandSlammer

PRIVELEGED POSITION IN TIME'S ALLEY, 8-BALLS TO THE WALL

Born to be more wild than your mother & father at the Woodstock, NY farm

Certainty is uncertain & only you know like I know the meanng of the swarm

To be or not to be matters little or nothing at all when locked behind my lies

Unseen without any accent when the world is high and dry, when a hobo dies.

But of course there's always yesterday when all troubles were so far away

Dogs and cats, birds and bees and flowers' seeds all make the world a ball

Of rats who creep at ground level & their better placed roof rat riff-raff

All of them here waiting for the humans to become extinct, they'll then roll.

Cooks and the cleaners who make the order a way to obfuscate a chaos tea

Disposed of chafe in the middle of nowhere, as a floating spirit on open sea

Gas fired, burned & smoke left after the incineration, lying in an urn's dust

I know what I have in the speed and outer limits of the thing itself, I must!

More of the idiots than their parents counted on, limited in intelligence potion

No more nor less than the DNA allows, it's random recombination of the Sin

Meaning an obedience to an Origin author or a random suffering & sheer zeal

Worry and stress are the Way to keep you alive, to survive & not be a meal.

Thoughts occured in the place inside of the head that allows retrieval at will

Sunk down into the bottom of a crazy barrel of monkeys who make my faces

Sometimes funny like a clown, times serious as a heartattack surprise, a sin

Shock and Awe is a given to the old man, no opinion for young or old women.

Beans thrown out an Overton window during a dream's stairway heaven's gate

It's true but it hasn't happened yet, wait, it will whether or not you like fate

It's all a witness' fate, see it, a thing, relate this experience to apes, shutup

Reason for the nakedness int he naked cities, monkeys out of control coverup.

Neighbors and random randos who live & die without pulling their heavy weight

All the desperate men outnumber the women, boys grew into men without dad

A secure border will be defended by the Freedom that's ringin' the liberty It

Unknown soldiers & known battles & wars alike fought with pen & gun, no-shit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Balls rolled on the ground without gravity while the whole world sucked & I was listenin' to #IDontCare @DarylsHouseClub with @Patrick_Stump link @ https://youtu.be/YNfKL2jCO-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PayAttention or #GetHitByABus #RunOverAtTenToTwo #CommuningWithMusicPhDz #MakeMeWannaHollar #FINSup

WEEZIANA & MISSISSIP, SUAVE'S MUSE-DISPENSED BLUEMOON ROCK

Your mother is the Earth & father will be what you turn out to be, the One in the hot mud

Meat and plants for the food, eating the things and turned the dirt 'fore we broke the bread

Baptised by Father Hawk at infancy, confessed & communed by seven, tended altars of God

Of the priests & the church mice who stayed in the holy, cold hole with candles burnin' hot.

Why did you join the military service of this country, the good old USA, stolen stank confusion

Truth and the justice you don't see half the time, it's 'cause there isn't any such animal as a Fin

A man or woman listenin' to the concert in stereophonic sound from Bose & Marrantz' on fire

Ceremony just for the Hehl of It, like a sacraficial lamb, killed, murdered, annhilated on a pyre.

On the floor, out the door, there's only one way out of this regardless, off of holy mother teat

Harmony of Ma & Pa when I was a baby boy, pops held me, changed me, ol' mama groomed it

Slid down a brass bannister in God's house, an altar boy's second serving, Mass of changed chit

Sacraments to sacrifice a savior who saves by dying, incarcerated, terminated God's little feet.

Teenagers gettin' ready to drop a dime on the world, new babies ready to pay tolls of the One

Mississippi so pretty in Biloxi, bars included, blond platinum, me, you, the pitcher, son of a gun

Then I was all gone to Montana, sweet ice tea, honeysuckle on the porch, oh wait, I forgot chit

Predicated words, all sounds that they are part of, all meaning ambiguous bull scat, a tizzy fit.

God's beatin' the animal skins and the metal or wood blocks as if it's a call of the wild shots

It is but it ain't, everything will come out in the wash eventually, we'll all see the End, cease

It's over the moment you have no conscious experience, no mind, no brain, no body squats

Therefore, play your little jive derrieres off until the last call for your chips, I'm all in, PEACE!

Mother & Father all in on you & me, rape or love, your dad's your mother's dad too, holy sees

A miracle that the situation is critical to our happiness yet ignorance thrives in the petri dishes

Inside the auricles and ventricles, warm love flows away from the empty safe place over here

You ain't seein' the Truth if you see something other than nothing at all, WTF is this god fear?

Before our conceptions, we ain't a soul or a body, after we're a body with an invisible soul

Matter and form, moved from the First Cause tot he presence of Oneness here in the hole

Between moons, other planets, other stars relative to our own that's 93 million miles, Dick

Feeling the vibrations and training the hands to orchestrate the groove of strummin' a pick.

Milk chocolate mother's leche to the formula concocted by idiots and morons, First Causes

Boddhisatvas comin' from the boogie woogie and excercises in runs and chords of an adept

Musician from above or below where your groove moved your mind's fingers, Simon says

Do what I do and let what I say go in one ear and out the other, excreted program of Pez.

Candy sweet and the only company I wanna keep in my casket if I get onw, a Swisher Sweet

If and only if you learn the rhythm of your mother's heartbeat & adapt to the dark, discreet

If is a big word but IF you learn the R & B of her soul, girl, woman, a young, an ID evolved 'em

Screaming about your t-shirt of words and pictures of compact discs' replicated ad infinitum.

Got that super Ego flyin' in for an upgrade, a new moral imperative from the fool's of paradise

Get this now, God created everything, God will destroy everything, it's not personal, it's a Star

All stars do is a matter of analysis, fusion or fission of atomic peace, sin of an evil genius' ghost

Think I'm woke, then I'm gone, just like that, no fault of my own, woke up, fine Columbian fist.

Whores hookin' & stiffin' the marks & regular johns who star in the book of liars, gold starship

From the holy caves where all the crystalized secrets lie in wait for an ignorant mutha's hot tip

Hunker down with the regret you've been granted by universal pride in skin color's 208 bones

Pretenders' family tree, full of simply comlex, useful idiots with a Cod God hacking cell phones.

Sisters of the Faith, Hope & Charity just the girls who won't reproduce all too human DNA acid

An evolved form of reducing the gene pool without wiping out billions, bless the holy women

Saving us from a life imprisoned within our own head's mind, #moonrockin' pickin' & grinnin'

You know & I know, Earth revolves & orbits, catch the ball, hit the ball, throw the ball, I am ID!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini ala 0830 AMPST

{ Cracked this egg open, yolk & cytoplasm escaped while listenin' to @DrewZinggBand guitarist extraordinaire of @SteelyDan  #MaskUP link @ https://youtu.be/ZkJALto80_w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TowerOfPower50Years #AintNoJoke #FoundTheOaklandStroke #SmokeLand

THIS CAN'T BE THE WAY IT IS FROM NOW 'TIL THEN, YOU BELIEVE HOW IT'S GONNA BE ?

Set in my 360 degree ways around the circle of life, it's a geometric figure of The Happy Lives

Mind over the matters left over from the forefathers and mothers of a brothers' wives' hives

More to life than what you & I can see, therefore, blind faith is a necessary condtion of bread

Or just seven shots of Tequilla on a dare, no more falling down, hit my head & dropped dead.

Lost and found it in the words I never read, just thumped hard down on the paper & ink blots

Nevermore will this way be the way it is for me right now, it's the best it's ever been, for tots

Little children up to the time they get to the place in Space where you skip to the Dead's Sea

No step, no cliff off of the mountaintop, just a whimper and frozen stare at farewell's eternity.

Special operation for the miracle to divide and conquer the mates of the queer folk, last gasp

For the air ain't free to me or to you or anybody here, now. way back or up ahead up your asp

Snake is what I meant not what you thought you read, that's what YOU said, it's written in red

Like the color, the hue of blue blood when it hits the oxygen of air, leakin' 5 pints gets IT dead.

Summer ends, Fall sways to Winter & onto another Spring, for better or worse, it is The Way

Slow ride in a Hearse only if you're lucky, it may be just a dumptruck at a recycle of the Play

This momentary lapse of rationality for the sake of avoiding the insanity thinkin' you're crazy

Of course, you may have found the secret to Life, temporary, never infinite, it's Why I'm lazy!

At one or at rest, ready for unavoidable cruises upon a hot mess of uncertainty, on autoglide

Came into the egg with the gamete of evolved, divine laughter about tickets to the other side

Ain't for me or for you that the Truth is hidden, there is None, that's why it's a secret hideout

Inside the womb room or the 3-Lock Box, tight as a drum so the spirit don't get try to get out.

Monkeys with the pox or without them, maybe Cro-Magnon pox is the problem, Nothing fixed

It's all the same before & after you get a chance to be conscious of your existence, got your six

You need One to be concerned for your punk-ass when you ain't lookin', shape matter's form

More or less the Truth about Justice is that it's a ham sandwich on white, to feed a tapeworm.

I held her closer than my skin on my own bones, inside of the blood flow of mercury red, I am

No more than this I can see or believe, just her, who I see and feel, I believe & I think I know it

Apemen or men of the gods, all the same dirt & bone in a bag of thin skin, amazing grace scam

Giving it all and getting nothing in return, It's the name of the game, then It's all over, a caput!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Created from the dust of my thought, listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #IBelieve #HappyBirthday @Gregory_Stopka (CuzFromChi) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#StoryCatsDogsTooHumaneGods #YoGramma #YoMama & #GodSuns #STARS #JimminyCricket @WALT @MavisStaples @BobDylan #ServinSomebody

CONCEPTUAL ANALYSIS, ABOVE & BELOW, IN WITH THE TIDE, OUT ON A FERRYBOAT TO CHINA

Fruits of my labor & the domain of the minions who crawl, fly & skip

In and out of the atmospheric pressure, a superman's kryptonite trip

Unknown never comes out into the light for identified T birds & bees.

Coming out of the jungle of cement or concrete and asphalt tar babies.

In families or all alone, an odd bean grown in a petri dish, fertile egg

Of man & woman, random choice of good, bad & ugly as Hades' dregs

What matters is Me, a trained alter ego which goes where wind blows

Nothing can deter the momentum from here where I am to where I go.

I'll make it to the next day, I'll wake up in bed, I'll splash water too

In my face, my sleepy eyes blink, I'm still dreamin' of the cosmic stew

Entered on the stage during Act 1, my part was over in 5 minutes ago

Meaning that I wasn't really even in the play, I was pretending to flow.

Like a river, or a stream on the way down to the lake or ocean front

Beach near the water, the planetary sand is getting heavy in sanskrit

Assume this, Earth's spinning, wobbling, rotating in an elliptical orbit

About a burning, compressed sphere of gas full of nuclear fission sun.

Oiled and greased to decrease the wear of friction when metal's tight

As above, so below with the empty glow of photons moving to and fro

Mercy killing of the lambs and swine we butcher & barbeque back light

Heaven knows no more than ever, neither either, it's a hell of a blow.

We rode horses out on the Montana property, middle of the daylight

In the way we knew, by the only tree on the prairie, we loved at night

When I disappeared, when I was long gone, you missed me for a while

A red-neck woman I found drank beer all night, after I quit in exile.

You brought me home & kissed me goodnight darlin', this one's lcey

Colder than it needed to be but it was destined for the skeleton key

A three-lock-box WITHOUT a key, combination 36x24x36, that's it

Any other data or details all important to the theme of red dirt S#it.

Ice and fire always got the beautiful to arise from dusty slo-gin fizz

If not a creek, river or mouth of the sea, then it's the mountain top

Above and below the sky, blue from here, black from the outer space's

On your knees to know what it feels like to absorb the gargantuan slop.

A gypsy without a threat is the virus that infiltrates the minions' lines

Living Evil is the main event for struggle to survive between lines' fines

Mugging for the heads of the states with historical amnesia for a papa

Daughters sired by the riff raff, under the influence of your old mama.

Perfection rollin' along the ridge of the neighborhood, where it used to

Be or not to be a Hit on a Mark, you may be surprised by the loathing

It takes a minute for the motherless children to grow into a woke crew

Of students who are Marxian in rational thought, know what I know too.

Done with sons of the fathers & mothers whose kids crawled in mines

To dig out the diamonds from the walls, in mother Earth's womb signs

Dirty rocks rolled into the cosmic mix, precious gem reminder of a sin

Mortal, venial, original whichever witch's brew you choke down, I'm in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  August 2nd, 1956 Anno Domini #BrotherAlBirthday RIP BRO!

{ Got some cake here, I'm eatin' it too, #1000 IQ Moments in Sports binge @ https://youtu.be/AqvyzO3IPXc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GovernmentMule #BrooksAndDunne @GaryClarkJr #Springsteen

SMALL TOWN #420 BLOODY TRUTH CANNOT BE HAD, NO REASON, HIGH RHYME

I lied & I laughed, I believed with the blindest of faith, trust I give to Truth absolute, the bomb

Of the tiny mice and big, fat men who rule the tower of babble, it is the name of the ol' tomb

Your parents are AWOL, you're hungry and either beg, borrow or steal, The Life is on the blink

Not because you're bad, evil or mean but just because you think you don't ever have to think.

Speaking of the revolution, Earth's just another planet spinnin' around the sun?  So glad now?

Addicted to Nothing, need as much as I can absorb in a Chucky Cheesehead ignorant C.O.W.

Girls and boys in the rooms they've designated as with pants or with a skirt, one or the other

A mean tweet back in the 1960's meant that there was a nasty bird out of the nest, brother.

It may have been your mother or father, sister, brother, maybe a cousin or a besty old friend

Many or one who matters the most, all of them, every single individual who I will now offend

China has a billion boys & girls growning into mean tweets from the cyberspace of olden gods

Where do you send your army & navy if you want to protect the silver & gold from the duds?

Let us roll away from the hand like a holy bowling ball on a Thursday night, where's my dad?

He bowled with the shoes & the ball of his free choice, a league of firemen and truck drivers

Steal property of others who mean nothing to a heathens' bottom which only produces Hell

Fire that is modified by the H2O, dirt that's mutated by the androids who programmed a Fall.

Muscles & sinews holding the weight & mass together in a bag of bones to be or not to be

Buried, burnt, compressed into infinity inside with the insiders and just One outsider, Me

I am what has always been known as the End of The World, you're welcome, & I thank you!

For a word to the wise may be a phrase, sentence or body's volume of work, You, the blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i  #420 timing is everything!

c.  Lundi, August First, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Transferred out of the grey matter in this form, matter & form is all there is & here is the only part you need to get on with your Day, 50/50 chance it's your LAST...enjoy #IBelieve by @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunne the LINK @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#StickThisInYourPipeAndSmokeIt #IdontCareEither @DarylsHouseClub @BrooksAndDunne @Joe_Walsh @PatrickStump @SammyHagar

GIRLS TURN INTO OLD WOMEN, OLD LADIES & WISE ACRES OF SEA SALT

Seriously incapable of being at One with the universal Nothing

Prayin' on my knees or sittin' in my wheelchair, fear the dying

Called my mother & father but they died decades ago, that long

It's not my fire & not my dream to care about Life's theme song.

I go where y'all went or are gonna go eventually, it ain't my fault

You need what you desire, it's a matter of your Will to Power, so

Just put your inherited mind, evolved from the angels' pride vault

Safely kept inside, locked in a three lock box, it's all get set to go.

Caring about this & that as the death inherited from buried bones

Without a penny or with an unlimited credit card without a balance

You all are gonna die, everyone of the infants & elder schizophrenics

Even if you're a priest, pope, a nun or a mother superior, not mine.

Now & then, look both ways before you cross Chi-town's Damen Ave

You forgot & the car ran you over, killed you, nobody's queer slave

Down the alley after the movie's over, on the stop to heaven's gate

Noticed they weren't #Pearly at all, just hillarious combination fate.

Lot in the Space between your ears, yo' conscious mind, spirit souls

Whatever the word, the sound you make with Ma, L.A. to ol' Dover

Rare as the bloody words in the smokey woods, on good & evil roles

From 1st conception to fnal deception, it's The Ends, it's a rollover.

Altar and Scout, member of the boys' club, allstar athlete's old age

Playin' around in church's 'hood, singin' songs, deliverin' news' to die

For headlines that can't be bought by the poor & the rich reportage

Fame and mortality are equally forgotten in a flash, need?  Ouila!

Infant daughters needing and wanting what father's can arrange in it

Above or below this Earth's dirt, daddio will always be in the music

Not a stranger met on the street as date night swung, tic toc tic

Time movin' moment to century, already gone, down a middle road.

Hunger for King Tut fruits of knowledge trees, you never know chit

Maybe you've comprehended the Truth, maybe not, maybe, maybe so

In any case, you won't know anything the day after you die, check it

When you got an upper hand, can you smoke, suck & blow s#it up?

Negative words all written in red, in the good book, a boat to row

Before the slaves built the pyramids from ground to above the sky

Old stinkin' men enslaved the others away from the lakes and rivers

Nothing to do with the stink, they stank, we all stunk, heads bow.

Slow ride in a hearse or lost at sea, underwater or under hard rock

Omega in front of blinded eyes that can't see in the darkness' block

Behind a Force, high power there in a 3rd eye of an infinite love hag

Bad, Good & Ugly are the Beautiful forms of DNA in a jag's handbag.

Who doesn't die & believes you can breathe without air or 2 lungs?

Everything's set in the code, the RNA is the acid of Cheech Chongs

Higher than the lower eschelon, eyes raised above high theme's slap

Blinded by faith in the unseen, babies believe in ghosts, it's a trap.

Georgia to California, Navy, Air Force & Marines not dead, old '70

Men & women who gave up some of their Time on Earth for y'all

Freedom never was free, you had to snatch it from a Masters' Bawl

Now you know, Caesar and Cleo got you babe, cry, God's Dead Sea.

by

r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Dimanche, July XXXI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Kicked this little mama out at 6 AM while jammin' to @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunn link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cheryl LaPiere

Cher Bono

Cherilyn Sarkisian La Piere Bono Allman