#FreaksComeOutAtNight #StopLookListen #MARK #FIRED #YeahYou @Springsteen @Church @DefineYourOwnMomento

JUST JUMP RIGHT IN BECAUSE IT FEELS RIGHT FOR uno MOMENTo

As above it is, so below it must be, leave a couple words out of it
An old saying of men and women who used to know then died in a spit
A frying place where my bones are buried underground, 70 years over
Remained upright for most of the movie that I saw, my eyes only too.

Horrible that the reason is logical, a repeatable induced deduction SIM
Simulated chips in a bag with a couple beers lasted a couple of years
High mountain didn’t look high, down on my knees, which way's up
From underground in caves of the mountains & caverns of the tombs.

One day it'll all come back to you so keep giving until it’s all Givens
Not a David or a Deborah or a Dick or a Jane, all the above are neither
Swam in lava Earth volcano, melted rock from an asteroid plasma Stir
Now you seek peace & quiet, in a violent scat storm’s Za-Zen-Sin sins.

Are you out of your tiny mind, fundamentals of your calculus are all
Of this and of that and every other thing we have names for, in the ball
Bouncing upon the ground or against the wall, play catch, squeeze it
Monkey hard or soft, if it’s nearly round as an imaginary sun-moon hit.

Dreamt it was all true but it faded away from the canvas’ paint oil
Smoothly glossed over to do it all over again, nothing else to do it
You’re the only one dancin’, it’s up to you, all about you in Rome
No partner to nail together 2 X 4’s that built your house & home.

Played in the water and the mud and the blood, it was very nice
I got out alive but I’ve got some memories and scars of the price
Hell is in the know & if you think I’m kiddin’, I’ll bet you a sawbuck
I know how to lie but I never do, if I did you’d never know it, awphq!

Got twenty acres and a little donkey, older than the forty years to get
Dead & buried with donkey bones of the early mules, donkey desert
What does that mean? It’s a stream of screwed-loose consciousness
To get bent you need to put hot feelings into an instrument of express.

Pride in your words, yo' feelings about what you believe’s ethical scat
Right and wrong of the good, the bad & so fugly is the gist of this chit
All about this in a mud zone, dirty & wet & comin’ outta Compton air
SoCal cream of the dream, so fine chloroform green of the North Hills.

I got a just cause, I’ve got the dill pickles for the ham sandwich pizza
What it was & always will be is what it is right now, I’m not your dada
Sincere apologies for the bitter ends of the stick, it was all a God left
Behind me, I refused flow of fission-fusion rods, too hot to downshift.

Tidal wave from the calm ocean that suddenly disappears in the hills
It’s time to run like a bat out of hellfire’s bale of hundred dollar bills
Getaway is what it takes but there’s nowhere but commingling I offend
Pitch black down there where Titans go yet some don’t, It Is The End. 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, 2-11-2022 Anno Domini @ 0911 AMPST

{ @SuperBowlLVII #SuperBowlLVII predicting the #ToneDEAF absurd future 2023 for your edification link @ https://youtu.be/JRFIWnfb7H0 }

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

A BIG WHITE BALLOON #TisAllAboutTheBeat #SwearToGods? #GetOVERit #EAGLESlive #BallsAndChains #MindsInGutters #BitchinMoaninPitchinAFit #GetOVERit

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 FOR the timing of TAMED WILD OATS

Since the dawn of this civilized world of history and histrionics there's been an evil finale

Telling us all from the get-go that there was a reward for the good & a punishment flail

Uglier than the best of the Evil and the Good, just as you feel you're on the money, you see

It ain't your fault, it ain't my fault, just the dreams you had in the misery of my company.

When the angels left the outfield there was nobody on first, second or third, bases clear

Suddenly like a bat out of Hades, a bunch of screws fell into the gear box, now we fear

The shock and awe to be but not to have been a has been, ape-man monkey in the back

Seat of my '60 Chevy was good enough for your mother's love of the father in the sack.

Pawns among us on the sixty-four squares, this only you and I know, what it means to be

One with the original amorphous soul of this Black Hole, yes you guessed it, it's all 'bout me

Who else could it possibly be about?  You, people we all know and don't know at all, Saved!

By Jesus, Jody, Buddha, Krishna, an eye in the sky or the Secret Word One, yo-yo I'm dead!

How in the name of the creator of heaven and all the rest of matter, all of it's forms of Love

Not to mention the refused garbage and multi-colored trash of the rainbow reds and blues

Completed in a single moment, a breathing and coughing before running like greased light

I am what I am, like the sailors, soldiers & airmen who #KilltIt, a Superbowl LVII fight!

Hold your ears for the following, my innocent amigas an amigos, this ain't for innocence

Graduated to the Truth about the series of days and nights called your life, nonsenses

That the Earth spins and wobbles around in circles doesn't mean squat, come on man

Women know, the pain and suffering of nuns and virgins is where extinction resides.

Who would want that?  Who needs that?  Baby suckling for the months beyond years

To the ones who got me here, great, great & grand mothers and fathers, I bow my head

In gracious respect for your efforts to get me here and now, I'm present, you get beers

My tab, until we're all drunk on beer hall putsch Black Jack D, No Fear but holy Fears!

Brought sisters back from brick walls in our faces, you didn't see it comin' as fast balls

Down the pipe and swung for the seats, got the sweet spot and sure enough, cat calls

 My life and my word which means nothing but what comes in one ear & out the other

Air, flow of the gas, what made us all, you get what you give, ad infinitum, my brother.

True love though, always back to that, if you had it you'd understand, it takes changing

Your life, my life, their lives all of the mental, psycho-social heart yanking & banging

Warning Will Rogers, that just wasn't enough of a warning, no poetic story weaves

Love gained & lost in a hundred revolutions, that's it, 3.14 in the sky, Soul Leaves...

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XXIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMEST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS W H A T SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

#StinkStankStunk #CatsInHats

HAVE THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE, DROPPIN’ ONTO RIVERROCKS

Christ’s sake or in the name of the father, the son & the holy ghost in here

Not you or anyone else, just me and that’s just fine, it’s all academic ala fear

Gods put the kibosh on the psycho, quick analysis and the resulting burnt hair

Puzzled at the smell of DNA burning into smoke wafting above & below a scare.

Fire to burn the paper down to the dirty, muddy, bloody and near beer, liberty

Free at last and at first, before you got conceived & after you died, third eye sees

What the astigmatic or farsighted cannot fathom, that there’s a far side hilarity

Monkeys drunk on the madness of fear and loathing, call it a day, man, $20 fees.

Matter doesn’t matter without a form, shaped from ground to the head of mane

Lions, rhinos, snakes, flies, beetles and mosquitos make the world’s hall of fame

More or less forgotten yet preserved in a backdrop of the whole shebang tsunami

Recollected the thing retrieved is nothing more nor less than a chimera of the Me.

I am all there is until I am not what I am any longer, last gasp of gas in a plastic bag

Wrapped around the neck to strangle the reality of the morons spawned by a hag

Useless or useful tool in the box, hammered, screwed, twisted & cut into two slices

One for you & one for me, as it always should be from day one, get the high prices.

Horror and ecstasy at one, it’s the name of the game where there’s no shame

To be is to live with glee because you’re so lucky to be, one false move, it came

Undercovers or just quickies in a back seat, babies came & went like the drones

This is it, all you are and all you’ll ever be was a scream, a groan and life grown.

Survived the love of the AM radio romance of my dad’s Chevy back seat, no Caddy

Nothing to shift, all automatic without a clutch, beautiful lullaby for a crazy daddy

Mama you can’t get away without downshifting into overdrive, you addicted to me

Nothing is our fault, it’s the action of rolling tides of Time, passin’ in to pass away.

Party is over for the many but the One has the gala affair that never ends, he’s asleep

In a ball of confusion or empty promises of paying you back for the courtesy of sheep

Giving shirts off of their backs, shaved just to grow more for the frozen blankets’ nap

Gave it your best shot, wasn’t on the money, lost the bet but ya didn’t get a bitch slap.

Need to take that second to the last chance at keepin’ awake during the dream escape

Slept until I got woke by the hell’s bells that wouldn’t stop ringin’ in my ears, videotape

Tied up with hands behi23nd my back, not footloose like in the past, stuck up in the riddle

Found what I lost, lost it again just in Time to go Spaced , lies were true, Truth’s a diddle.

Light bright to see what’s been going on & what’ll likely be out of your hand puppet thing

Frozen fingers even in the pit of hell or the high water of the sea’s farce, too human, king

Freedom defined is the will to power realized, regardless of the ethics or morality of gods

Treasure humanity, command to obey, just because Suzy-Q causes effects, sexy hot rods.

Eagles eyes depend on the 20/20 vision to observe movement of flies & gnats or squirrels

Bonded in bondage of hunger for the living that you kill and burn before chewing on curls

On this island off the mainland, it’s a hot volcano and it’s all ready to blow a smoke stack

Nobody controls the time it happens, the Earth’s core caught in the subatomic super rock.

Pants on the ground with the blouses and braziers of the young and restless, kids of dads

In the middle of everything that fuses or splits, hearts and molecular configurations’ fads

Honor and gore came without a warning, needed a hero, I was able, I did what I had to do

All of the women wondered how the story could play out on the stage, no stooge, not you.

A deep fake for you and yours from the bottom of my hardened heart, screwed putsch

Was going to be a revolting situation and turned out to be a welcome mat for the Butch

It’s what happens just before extinction, a lack of reproduction due to a DNA gene err

Magic spell or an accident of random collision, either way, you’re here & now in the air.

Without it you & I are dead as the cemetery crowd spread underground in an Inn’s U-turn

As if above or below the ground when your bones are grounded and dead as a tomb’s sun

None in the day or the night, not for the crew that’s gone far away from the fray, holy son

My dream ends in the smoke of the fire, quivered & shivered that last breath, I puffed huff.

Magic in a little crucible of fire and ice, made the creator of the universe inside of the vortex

I made all of the things you can perceive with your senses, deaf, dumb and hog-tied blind

Armor impenetrable to the warriors who all died trying to kill me, kill mine, kill us all, a vex

For me to be discombobulated by, just my aunt B’s magic spell, now life’s all my own Hex.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-ten MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Drafted while #Woke as Wilma Flintstone in #Bedrock while jammin’ 2 @Nickelback screamin’ @  https://youtu.be/IwBGsFNDXNY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FADED #STAINED #GLASS #FROZEatoms

YOU'VE GOT HOMER NERVE, MY MAN!

Dead men left the burned out solar cinders from the Big Bang's conglomeration

It's neither true nor false that you know anything at all, a simple mind is blank

Full of white light's rainbow of bent frequency waves, you're lucky to light dank

A long time ago, there was nothing but the alchemy of wizards' original funkin'.

Presentation to the empty room of tools, it's a matter of time, they'll fall into line

Just as grains of sand gravitate down the narrow tube of the hour glass, so fine

Hunks of burning love, not mean but out of personal control, against free wills

To be or not to be, to mate or not to mate, parent, nun or priest, monks in hills.

Extinction or survival of the lucky & the fittest among the innocent, divine lovers

As below this grounded meat breathing and animating the Matter of solar wavers

Between infrared & the ultraviolet, a whole world is in God's consiousness there

The wizard created the DNA identity in the cosmic slop leftover from a last affair.

Oh mama, the prophylactic got broke by the puncture your sister put in the pack

With sisters like that, who needs a wicked witch nemesis, thank God, got the sack

Behind the defensive lines of blocks, you're tiny & invisible, a 5'5" QB in history

Passed, rushed, sacked & won the #SuperBowl in a double sudden-death OT, see.

Dynamic dynamite for Dolamite who can't either twelve or the dozens to bet on

Loudly whisper secrets in our ears, your crypt will be colder than ice to lie upon

Loyal to nobody alive, only saints & dead great grandparents of our leaders' guns

Rocks broken to bits, pulverized into all dust like the moon's or cinnamon buns.'

Mach 3 of the trajectory from subspace to exospace puts humans on the moon

Nothing on top of whipping cream, the whip is on the back, 30 needles & a spoon

Cracked into smithereens, every fragment is beyond recognition, no lock, no luck

Random nerds and idiots mated & here you go, there it is, no prearranged #suck.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February VIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted as I Blew My Mind with #Philly1970 @Delfonics #DidntIBlowYourMindThisTime https://youtu.be/gFynQqlOOEI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsFREE #WereAllFree #FugueFooq

IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN’T WHAT IT AIN’T, WHO KNEW?

There is nothing rewarding about worrying about your stepmother
She is yet dead and gone or she doesn’t care if you’re still there
In the southern part of Texas or California, wherever cake bakes
From the city of bad smells, the natives knew the fish stank lakes.

Pillow under your head to comfort your skull and bones undercovers
Hot or cold, the temperature has nothing to do with lives or deaths
Linking lunkheads who don’t know that they’re chips off the block
Talkin’ four corners with an avenue crossin’ a cul-de-sac dead-end.

Hunger will cause a reflexive bite on a trouble hook, snag lips too
Can’t get away no matter how much you try to shake it off & I do
As if it’d be any other way than the way it’s always been ‘bout you
Like the ocean in the darkness, it’s one category light-black & blue.

Fear and a stale loaf of loathing is all you need to get over the end
It will come whether you like it or not, misery or happy my friend
Free choice if you get over your hurt mama & papa syndrome duty
When you’re all alone again like it was in the womb, it’s in a tomb.

It is not because you wanna be independent of the planet or moon
The only one you’re on or close to as far as heavenly bodies orbit
All homeless since a Big Bang thrust into the unknown’s cave bats
Wonderwomen procreating homeless orphans of dogs & cool ol’ cats.

You got propellers and you got a rudder controlled by your mothers
Out of any father’s control, I am not the head of the needle’s point
Mums a word, all of them, one by one, phrase by phrase’s dialectic
Spit in the ocean then find it in the mix, you are lucky to be sick.

In the head’s psychological bending over backward, it’s psycho Id
Impeachment of the commander in chief is mixed, incompetent kid
The idiots holding the chief’s head above the fray cannot see chit
It stank but they’re the ones creating it in the center of all of it.

Nudge your bones that learned to scoot, crawl, walk & run, OK bro
Babies learned, elderly & fit or unfit, get to the finale’s deep flow
China to Tierra del Fuego, miracle blown into a secret skeleton key
For a lock inside of an invisible door without a hole, time spacey.

Might of the mice and the innocence of the sperm and eggs souls
They start with none & like magic, get one once conception pulls
The DNA & RNA meet the conjunction with glee, orgasmic huzzah
All downhill from there, just a used tool to keep me dreamin’ brudu.

Crime requires criminals, prisons require the innocence & the guilt
Counted the Draculas & the other blood suckin’ urchins we keep lit
All will be saved in the dirt, under the ground, seeds of humanity
Common ground, coffee grounds for divorce, irreconcilable enmity.

Bonded for the reward, the capture dead or alive of the perp body
Only a photograph will tell the story’s proof of life, dead ol’ booty
How long will it take to spend the whole cache? It’s a pre-set six
Twelve, twenty four or seventy two, glory days, a thousand kicks.

Monkeys man, all too human apes, naked, innocent, worth of shame
Of the skin and bone exposed to the eaters & mothers of the tame
No war in the future, all battles of the past gave peace a low dive
To be or not to be, shakin’ a spear & arrow, the question, survive?

Ilk of the continental shelves, fathers and mothers of everyone too
Nuns and priests, holy and evil livers of the life, we’re kinda Blue
But so what? Who really cares about you? Everybody’s selfie Id
I care, you care and that’s about it, all she wrote, horn blows It.

More than the known, there’s the wisdom of the holy Grail’s dust
Ashes of the myriad of aunts and uncles who preceded H2O rust
Gas turns liquid and solid, you see what I mean, you don’t allow it
Out of chaos’ control, Nothing rules this zero gravity’s play/skit.

Repeat ad infinitum or don’t, free will, power of the winning cost
Paid flyin’ balloons to soar above & below the winds of Times lost
Brilliant to be dull as a broken-arrow’s point, jagged diamond skies
To pierce the skin & bone, to the heart, backbone or between eyes.

Johnny Allen Hendrix ’42-’70 in or out of the fire, hot wax Fear
Strummed strings out to infinity, broken DNA in the LSD’s minion
In woods of Woodstock or cold Renton ground before ol’ Mt. Rainier
Inner being, Christian riff raff remain the same, fear getting’ sin.

I did wrap this all up in a purple haze’s vision of a kissed black sky
Never wanted the 40 acres & the mule, stuffed it on me, my oh my
Minced meat, just anime skin, muscle & bone marrow, life gits dead
Starve and/or dehydrate, essential corpus dialectic, yo’ mama said.

Fun and games without rules anybody ever follows, except for you
If six was either nine or ninety-six, the sun would refuse to shine
Hippies and yuppies with their grandchildren blinded by a black bow
Lucky and in line to get what’s comin’ to you, your dig is an A-hole.

Foul balls between strikes and homers, what it’s all about, It ends
All over, what it is then, the past is what was, future pick sends
Livin’ life the way I choose, out of jail, outta prison, out the joint
Old in my own way, partner’s happy, I’m happy, what’s the point?

Voodoo children worked the magic spells with the cosmic dusty pies
Nothing magic yields nothing material, atoms are kin to stars’ lies
Lethal holy holes to the core & up yonder to the tip top of bean hill
Full of it, cried about it, voodoo, my elixir mixer, god’s acid’s pill.

Cool as the airs frozen ice crystals assaulting planets down yonder
Somewhere close but far away, unseen, undercover, still I wonder
Of somewhere over the rainbow, where something doesn’t smell me
To heat me up more than 98 degrees is The Way, food’s dead, see?
 

by

rjjstephan, i

c. Mardi, February VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted & produced on #PainlessTattoo out of nowhere while jammin’ to #VooDooChile by @JimiHendrix link @ https://youtu.be/DLGl8Oc484Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?