#TheTemptationsMightyMightMillions #SpaceShipOut #ROCKIN' #MASH #TEENA #zoom #ClassySoulsBlowinThru #MunchinHearts @HeartTheBand @JrWalker #Roadrunners

ON MY BULL'S SCAT, BISCUITS & A MOCHA JAVA

Toads are jumpin' from pond to pond, across from dream to dream's film

Lick faces for the end of times, you will find nothing more than your realm

King of nothing more than your own skin walkin' with the bones, go home

Born by the river in a little tent, I told the invaders who all fear to come.

Now then, you're here and now with or without me & all you got is an IT

What's right here in front of your face, at hand to touch, smell, hear, taste

Inside of your vacant mind, neither here nor there, into the Space Lake

It's everywhere you are and where you are not, the whole shebang's fate.

What I've got & what you've got aren't the same things, I don't give it Jack

All gold and silver is burnt up in a powerball red giant or white dwarf sack

Blown or imploding, gas and liquid turn solid, frozen cold as a Rubik Cuban

More than square, pyramidic or octogonish, it's the six sides to keep me in.

About two or three times every single day, I breathe deeply into my bag

Of bones, a man that used to be a boy and a baby, an infant naked ape

Not casting aspersions toward your entire human race but if the shoe fits

Anyway, it's a gamble, a connundrum worth the Time in Space, what I git.

You can either take it or leave it, your freedom to choose, live & let it live

Continents losing water fast, seven turns to eight then nine, then annhilate

Starlight of the sun blew up the oxygen & hydrogen, now it's the gods time

Wind, Earth, Fire all combine to once again, be the dwarf it's always been.

Mother who bore me and the dirty deeds that sustained me for six decades

Let me off of the wasted time boat man, it left port before I was ready to go

Back out on the street before the fast lane was sketched in, stranger touche

So many times to be alone, this far down the line, alright, ain't alright now.

Too far, way too far, day to day spins us in circles, dreamin' tomorrow today

Yesterday ain't anything to worry about, it all went away but the memories

They'll fade in a few, sooner than you think, it's all left way behind red leaf

In back of the unknown peckerwood, or was it cedar?  I don't GAF, leave!!

That's it, all she wrote, then it's gone, way gone off of the track, way gone

Intense as the first time you breathed air, sensitive and happy, back home

Continue shoving your way out of the deep hole, without any light chum

No stars to shine the gas burn, to wake us up from slumber, got any gum?

Way of milked cows and stale cookies can't allow the satiation of the nation

Nobody can ever know anything but the liars version of a Truth about soot

All related to the accidental merge of matter & anti-matter, shot the moon

In the foot or in the head when it all matters as much as dust devils on foot.

Aptitudes is no substitute for attitudes of the starting substitutes of Good

Bad & Taking up the rear for the benefit of the Many who split from One

As if there was no other reason for blinking and breathing, just accidents

Then your soul and your behavior are myths, now obey or die innocent.

On the other side for a moment, accuse & excuse me & y'all hotrods

I appreciate you & all of yours more than you know, y'all sustain gods

We're the embodiment of the Earth, Wind & Fire in animated free will

Of mice, men and the rats who creep at night, in the dark, long tail kill.

Calculus formed the cerebral in road intot he mind of the many at One

Therefore, this is it, heaven's Earth, enjoy the run, it's all comical, son

Innocent beginning journey of an accident, destiny's kids, we're all in

Because we're infused into DNA of a First Cause, flooded continent sin.

Alright, I've hooked y'all as a fish might bite the bait, in a byte of Gig

X's and y's unknown then known before being deleted barbeque pig

Like it or not, the way it is is the way it is, don't blame the FedEx ring

You got it yesterday, not overnite or standard in thin air, it's Nothing.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xi & Xii, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST

(Onto Coitus Interruptus)

{ Off jagged out of Southern SKOR out of the #RicePaddies & tarmaks of F-4's of the Phantom & listenin'/watchin' @EVERLAST #WhiteyFord #SongsOfTheUngratefulLiving cd #WontBeLongAtAll & #WhatItsLike @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA & 'course #SmokinAndDrinkin @ https://youtu.be/mYGGfK4bqVs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoolishWiseAsses #FrontingOnTheBackstreet #ItWasntReallyWastedTimeAnyways? #EaglesUNPLUGGED @CarlosSantana #SensitiveKinds

TINA

The Eagles

SANTANA

IF NOT YOU THEN WHO, WILL BLOW THE JOB ?

Dreaming and waking up to become either woke or enlightened, it's good

Not too bad & not too shabby either way, mind's eyes wide open for food

Starved for the essence of Space & Time in a plastic bottle or a thin tin can

It grew from planted seed in the fertile ground of being, mother Earthen.

Smiling that happiness is at hand, always was and will be an old man ghost

A spirit of conscious awareness in a cause and effect environment to roast

BBQ or gaslit, hot food, dead germs, life's DNA of love & faith in vain hope

That you'll be alive without a body, all too human memories, be the dope.

Dopamine keeps you mellow & avoid hyperintense responses turn #Right

Afterall, this affair is only a visit on our parts, ain't here forever my man

If and when you get to heaven, hope you recollect you raised some hell

Watch your watch tick tock the clicks, no time to waste, eagle's in flight.

Bought the whole kit & kaboodle in a manner of speaking, no victimhood

I take full responsibility for my thoughts & actions, guilty yet I'm not much

As innocent as the day I got conceived by an appropriate two, all the same

My heart and soul are way out of my hands, I've got my free will to blame.

The gods, my mommy & daddy, my professors or the scribes' scribbled X's

As I am a product of all that came here before me, so I cannot tell you why

Preached & saved my own time by following the reasonable logic too high

Allow no dogs or gods to enter the vacuum, boxed up shells, gods All Die!

Never be alone on the elevated trains and subways of One inner city boner

It's all wasted time not 'cause I needed or desired it, it's just a halo homer

Where saints & the other dead people eat Cheerios for life, above & below

Fish fed my face, Jersey boys, Lake Michigan guys, Time-Space, My Show.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 505 AMPST

{ Drafted playin' the 88's all in my mind, output WORD to fly like an Eagle, listenin' to the Eagles #WastedTime in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/2qrmfed2VTg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesDontCareOneByte @ChristinaAguilera #EnEspanol #CeeLoGreen #DarylsHouse #Everlast #PatrickStump

THE MUSE SPEWS AT WILL, YOUR WILL TO POWER

Falling into controversy, kicked, we who would imprison & blow your bone

All Matter of Time, a Space fact that it will be what it will be on my iphone

Electricity needs the charges of the neutrons, protons & electrons or caput

Your era of yourself in a nutshelf is over, you're in the white trash's output.

Transition from Calculus to the entry into the fabulous void of fools, all in

To the ends and origin of the vacuum that will disappear, as a bubble does

Transparent finality, possession of the things themselves within solar skin

Onward from the stupid, wayward sons born of daughters who got a buzz.

On the La, Di, Da train from the depot to the last eight track's unwinding

Cross country both east, west, north & south, thousands of miles, gas king

Used to be 29 cents per gallon back in the 60's, then here we are at $7.77

As the supply dwindles and the demand rises, prices riss to inflate heaven.

Giving your idiocy and moronic behavior a leg up on the competition, so...

Go home to the base where you recharge your emptiness, you gotta go

Sooner or later, the force won't be with you any longer, bones be gone

On a trip through allstars, tryin' to get near or far, already what they are.

Smoke rises but never falls in that form, jacks the pooch into rusty dust

Cosmic from gravitational collapsing into the Void, holy blackness' fuss

Space and Time roll on, rollin' on the line to infinity's opened Pandora

Just an empty box, nothing inside, all there is to know, ultraviolet Aura.

Some girls know & some don't, all of them still girls, tongue out & say Ah

Ladies of the evening as well as the Pollyanna sisters and daughters of Ra

Mighty men protecting their embarrasing naked skin and bones, in togas

Neighborhood 'shorthanded' to short circuit the gold, hot lead & pistolas.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST Mercredi

{ Drafted while listenin' to @ChristinaAguilera #VenConmigo (Solamente Tu) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2pWFqafMKfc & #GenioAtrapado link @ https://youtu.be/WsYg48vuOTo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Wavelength #Cosmic #Infrared #GratefullyDead #ChristinaAguilera

P.T.L. SIXTEEN TIMES, SAME TIME, SAME PIECE, BACK IN GOOFY'S DAYDREAM SIN WITHIN

I am one and the same as the baby zygote, I've been winning since day one

That night or some night up the road or downstream from dream to the sun

About as clear as a piece of lysergic acid on your tongue and into your mind

You're in the afterlife of trippin' to beat all Truths of priests and monks' kind.

A feature of the creature you know wants to annhilate your five senses in It

The black, holy emptiness of the Singularity, complete Oneness without hers

Bricks in the backyard where the rhubarb grows, near the white boy's allies

No longer a feature where the dollar bills don't fill up the grafters of coffers.

There's a rational explanation for the three stooges filling up Time in Space

Reacting to the absurd and the wasted apes who filled the sewer just in case

You never know when the need arises to fertilize the rice in the muddy place

Disbelieve your faith in the Ends, it's all about the sherbert pie, plastic & lace.

Danmed if I do and danmed if I don't, what you almost made me say, you tool

For the nails and the screws you twist and pound into the planed trees, I drool

Because I think my love is so pretty means nothing to eternity, I got the bends

Came up to the surface too quickly with & without a job, it's history, the Ends.

Dying to get a job when I'm 80, so I wrote a short story about publishing scat

Meaning just words strung in a row of sentences' phrases, paragraphs in spatz

You know what it's like, what I'm talkin' about, no need to reiterate the hash

Your mama told you about broken heart within, hide it all, snag the cold cash.

Games of Monopoly and Sorry to pass the time between the hearts & spades

Diamonds and Clubs of the deck of cards keep the secret in tact, it's the Chit

Empty within, cats still gots an empty hope to explode a void's empty pocket

As it all started droppin', breakin' it all down, we're out, pumped gattler fades.

Conscious realization of the true meaning of the cosmic soup you've mixed up

From an unwanted pregnancy that you are to the king of the planetary tea cup

Nerves calmed by the smoke and fire, in the light or the dark, holy ghosts show

All you thought, all you recollect, never forget about it, a boat to row, row, row.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jacked this out of the muse this AM while jammin' to some @EVERLAST #WhiteyFordSingsTheBlues on youTube link @https://youtu.be/z81jJKrZS10 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

my MUSE & ME

GOING FROM HERE TO THERE IN A BLINK . . . A COLD DAY BELOW THE CORE OF EARTH #SmokeRises #NewRadicals #SomedayWellKnow #BevisAndButthead

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VOTED AND NOW IT'S ALL NECK IN NECK

Dot your i's & cross your t's for the calculus' malfunction to solve a case

Of all animals and plants on Earth before the extinction of leather & lace

Saying grunts mean something more than the sound heard in a vacuum

Scratches painted inside cave walls, of hunters, fishers & God's scrotum.

That's a moot point that didn't need to be made, all spermatazoa & eggs

It's no bad thing, it's only evil if you think it's good not to posit one God

So, evil is alive only in the mind of the judge & jury who pulled our legs

Keep out of the yards with the devil dogs and rabid cats, all your blood.

Perfect to the mutation of the DNA, it is some acid evolved from gods

Nothing human was here at the beginning of this ol' solar world of hurt

Believe what you've been saying to yourself when you change to toads

You never were a prince, so never was a princess, all mama Earth dirt.

Bringing the highlights of the game whether it's a win or loss to bitchin'

That's what it's all about, put your right foot in & take it back with keys

To the padlock of the iron safe, without TNT you will need nitro glycerin

Glad to help you move from the end of the line, you belong in salt seas.

The shape of the planet appears to be a misshaped rock, on a roll, a spin

Around in an infinite trip of revolutions, a #two wood drive all out & in

Broom of the clean sweep is back in the closet 'til the next mess arrives

In the name of the holy trinity or the buddah or the grinch's hand jives.

More or less than the whole shebang, matter and energy swallow it all

Into a Singularity of all there is and will never be ever again, Humans fall

From out of an empty womb, a spark in an egg, you get into living the life

Good, bad and ugly in the mirror, I am what I got, I got saved by my wife.

On the streets without a home, where's your backpack?  It's empty too

Left it out in back of the railroad yard's engineer's office, by a dumpster

Nobody but rats and dogs to disturb it but it's protected by my cat crew

Feed them viddles & they watch my back, even steven, a redneck grew.

Both below and above the fray, mighty mice dig deeper common ground

Finding the holy hole at the end, gravity's airtight argument for a sound

Which screeches and hums in vibrato, as in atoms ready to kill your fear

Far, far away you see, above giraffes necks, buy you gin, buy me a beer.

  

YO!  MAMA - MAMA MIA

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Drafted while watchin' @TheEarlyYearsOfMAD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0CrHe7XI_uA & @Snoopy @Peanuts compilation link @ https://youtu.be/Dey1lmWM07U & the @NewRadicals #SomeDayWellKnow link @ https://youtu.be/K-0Yc668Kzw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TsunamiOfWokeness #WokeAwakeWicka #Smokey #JuniorWalker #SomeDayWellAllKnow

w o k e

 

SHE'S JUST A GIRL, ONE HOT, SMOKIN' GIRL

Probably gun-shy and feeling like an undefended fort in foreign lands

Freedom never was free since day one of civilization's use of hands

To fashion the mounds and pyramids to bury the rotten, dead of us

Our kin and our friends as well as strangers and enemy ilk, all fools.

Not their fault that their ego-centric spirits ignore eternity of fools

That we're lucky to be here and now between the headlines to skip

Original big bang came before mankind's creative evolutionary pools

I doubt what I know from the first word out of my mind's mouth lip.

It's the scoop you've received before you knew it was a secret scree

Passed down from the secrets underground, in caves & now in Space

Humanity too much for the planet's rockin' & rollin' so soon, all I drip

Not bringing your bodies and minds along for the conscious acid trip.

Nefarious humans, as they too can be, hybrid implants on a top shelf

That we all will eat them to save our own living entity, it's gods to be

No language to express the experience, all offspring fends for it's Self

In a canoe or a submarine, flowing along liquid gas, parking like a flea.

Anywhere that won't drown or crush your conscous awareness is fine

It is what it is for a reason, accident of a random matter-collision line

Blood bled downward due to gravity, missiles shoot the sun's photons

Someday, we'll all know in a future day of God, who is yo mamas' sons.

I am postive more than negative but I am neutral in a dream within one

Presence is everything, to be aware & know your position under the sun

To be or not to be is a discussion for the atomic subatomics, of a quark

Invisible abstraction descended from the grunts and groans of god work.

No credit taken, none given in effigy, all for one and one for all, that's It

All I can do is cry just like a little baby that has no idea that God is Light

What I am is what I am, what I've become is not quite on target, it's tight

But not a bull's eye required to Know The Truth, it's enigmatic bull's chit.

For the last time, for all above & below right and left wings of The Eagle

It's the empty power of the wind that lifts the emptiness into the Regal

Kings and queens were made of the same as the paupers and scumbags

Atomic, neither ethical nor immorally yours, Big Bang accident on Rags.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST Lundi Lundi

{ Drafted while listenin' to @ArmstrongAndGetty on @kste650AM link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ & during commercial's jammin' to @TheCars #YouAreTheGirl (yes, you are!) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmFdW1JyccA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.? 

#THOR #SugarLoafin'

CONTENTS, INGREDIENTS, MENUDO VOID { woke stones, gratefully dead kids' fool's gold }

Don't know about you but I've sweat bullets tryin' to be heaven's seer

Then when I get here I find out there's this struggle to survive a leer

Which means, everyone wants what you seem to have control over, see

Inside or outside of a dream inside of your noggin, your head woke free.

Puns aside from the serious business of staying alive, stayin' awake too

Always sleepin' with one eye open, it's because of the dogs of war boo

Leaving scraps of books and life's ups and down behind, in an upper box

Seats above the fray, where wise men & angels fear to go, on a cross.

Bursting your bubble that was never there in the first place, all psychic

Ghosts disembodied spirits of who used to be but can't let go the schtik

Pretending to be wise and immortal helps only fools' states of yellow rust

Always have what it takes to win games without rules, in gods we trust.

Beware of the dogs who bark down the gangway, as you walk by to see

King Kong on a black & white TV at Aunt Mary & Uncle Tom's cool party

My turn to itemize my deductions from the premises, it is my conclusion

Using all I got as tools to fix broken persons, places or sweet nothings.

Follow me, I'm the pied piper kind of like the old song by Crispian St P

You know the routine of the subjects, just objects of the powers to be

What buries the things that are right on to the many?  The One & only

It is not my fault, just sayin' don't stab the whisperer, only the lonely.

Fixes are in man, don't know the bookie ain't a bookie, my name's Sam

I am or maybe not in any case, what're the odds, is it ever worth a cup

Bouncing balls on screen, appearing to direct attention to the words UP

If and only if the application succeeds, you'll know what we all do, Jam.

Exposed undercover, overcoat on the underwear, so above as below goes

Features of the creatures appearing on the screen of our minds, ghosts

Think and use your mind as I do, let the music carry you above the fray

It will be there when you come back down to Earth, don't worry, I say.

Brought back before the conception's reception, the ecstasy of a touch

Blood made from a thought out of the sky, a First Moving of cosmic rock

Dirty balls of blown smithereens that know where it's all coming from it

No sign of palamino paint horses on the horizon, I'm all Wild West schit.

It's all about YOU, it's all on YOU, your life, your soul, it's your time

To be or not to be this or that profession's state of being alive on dirt

Nobody asked for conception, it happened anyway, here, I lost my shirt

It ain't what it ain't, so this probably ain't paradise but it's a rhyme.

On the crime and the punishment for being all too human, come con-man

If you do the crime then somebody taught you to be stupid, too human

Not your fault nor mine that the cause of effects has abandoned ship

We don't judge the origin of the universe, ever for any reason, no lip.

Justice is indeed a ham sandwich as it's always been from Day One, see

Always the case that everything will be swallowed in a black hole I flee

Goin' to the origin, the Singularity of invisible quarks and mother's milk

Calculus of a red or blue prophet provides a function for dead head silk.

Halls empty except for stuffed heads of foreign eggs, yet all too human

Set up for a bon fire to turn the star onto it's final, inevitable bastian

Cosmic porridge of gas, liquid, solid and some fourth dimension nonsense

No reception for the horror of afterlife's scary ghostyheads, my rants!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 0800 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam, after a @SmokeyRobinson concert in #NorCal at the @HardRockHotelWheatland & this AM listenin' to @TheEscapeClub #WildWildWest in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/6vE5ewvxdfo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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