#FISTICUFFS #PUTEMUP #BrothersInArms #SultansOfSwing goin' up to @EricChurch @Springsteen

CRAZY DIAMOND TUMBLED IN SPACE 

Tiny baby brothers I remember them well, baby sisters wet plastic pants

You know you’ve got it all together in the less fine art of selfless defense

Grounded underneath dirty, smooth stone or under heaven's cloud daze

Every 52nd week of every revolution in orbit of the star of purple haze.

Pimples of the pimps give the orphan girls one more chance to be free

Of the bad seeds that sprouted and tended to your reason to just be

Like everyone else, happy and free, as if that was a possibility of living

As an animal with a spiritual soul that longs for the shadow unknown.

But or if the tug on your chord is more than you can stand, just blow

Air through your hell holes created by the priests and preachers of ‘O’

I crossed my heart, I hoped to die, I promised I told what I knew, true

Winter, summer, autumn & fall of my skull and bones, fuck I’m blue!

I played the music, sang the poetic wordplay, meant nothing I sang so

It follows that I am not the source of the characters in this staged play

Micromanaged from behind the smoke and mirrors of the fun house Id

Walked & sat like Buddha, blessed with Grace, free to atoms & The Kid.

Atoms of the drift, the perfect immortal is never still born, out of insight

Thrilling & without struggle, blown to smithereens mind over matter light

Boys too stupid to use logical reason that doctors won’t allow any of ‘em

You got tumors, you’ll die like ones who don’t got any, dead to git some.

I know you know what we all know, she knows, he knows, they all know It all

Answer to The Silence before one Big Bang theory of everything, uncaused chit

Periodic commas abandoned, it all runs downhill together, zero gravity of a mole

From heaven above the dirt, hell below the crust down in the center’s holy hole.

Cold beer and shots of Black Jack on the bar, I came in every night for the hot fire

Warmed my bones, chilled by the ride on my steed’s wide back, saddled up a flier

One or two moments more, wait for it to get all tangled up in the purple and blue

Learned science from math professors, game’s over, H2O all gone, filet gumbo too!

You know splendor intimately, before your conception’s invention, before the climax

Blend of friction, ecstatic pleasure of only God knows WTF that is, orgiastic to the chit

Queens and the princesses who deal with the King of the princes, know the outer limit

Order the obedience of your creator, a genius being driven by the inferiority complex.

Burnt or frozen, it doesn’t really matter at all, you’ll come & you’ll go, nobody’ll know

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, didn’t mean it was all chine blow

Backbone shattered & repaired with Titanium rods, better than the old original lifeline

Head to tail, it’s all the same before and after I come & go, I’m naked, carnival of mine?

Day before mom met dad, I was nowhere, it ain’t my fault, I’m an observer of the gods

Destination is where it was and will always be, out of my purview, I see nothing to call

No prayers to the unseen, mentally imagined alpha & omega prehistoric, hysterical Fall

Divine comedy, a joke, Earth, Wind & Fire, shadows passed out on a platonic cave wall!

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rjj stephan, I

c. Samedi, 2-18-2023 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{@EricChurch #KillAWord on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/ta3r6l6HOjM}

F U B A R

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StepAside @TowerOfPower #OaklandSoul #MontyPython #TheHolyGrail

KEEP UP WITH ME NOW, START AT THE ENDS

Features of the creatures who prowl the ground & dive bomb to kill prey we pray

Just for kicks, there’s an advantage to just letting it be the way it is, in a holy way

In nothing like anything you’ve ever believed, there’s a blind faith in unseen ghosts

Periodic Fence for your mother & father to introduce your brothers & sister hosts.

Treatments of the burnt-out, funky monsters of all possible recombination of genetics

Always a chance that you’re right when you’re all wrong but that’s the job of the critics

To be or not to be the phuquin chit, as they say in urban suburban hip hop, holy soul sins

Wrong to be right so many times, it’s as if you have all the answers to unasked questions.

Heaven’s love is just the Time in Space you find a place, in one of DC’s four corners’ hearts

North, South, East or West, it’s all in the game of love, according to the key accidental parts

Rubbin’ off the ecstasy of your moms and dads who never knew one another’s ecstatic kids

Fishin’ in ponds & rivers that led to the Great Lakes, all that’s left of the Artic Ice’s flood Ids.

Dusted off my competition for the remainder of the equation of quadratic proportions, sold

Bought for pennies on the dollar just for the Hades’ jokes and pranks, silly with skill to get old

Stayin’ alive in the traffic of the mentally ill and perfectly able to be right and wrong every day

I’ve got a series of blows to deliver to your skull and bones, in every event, I’ll leave you a K.O.

Noise in the room or out of the atmosphere’s envelope around the terrestrial dirty and stone

Hip to be hip always on the flip, don’t ever attempt to call my bluff, buddy of mine, all alone

As above it is the way it’s always been, below it’s only hip before it becomes so damn passe

Full of the scat of the recycled skin and bone of the firm dream’s mental trips and fine arse.

You know what I mean, what I’m referring to is the animalistic philosophy of love and sex

Always a valentine willing to hook it up, like a soul train’s smoke and mirrors, spell it HEX

Magic rules and sounds of the music and poetry to heat up the spirit of climax, let’s ride

Upon racehorses at the Camp town races, all ride those bets to win, place & show stride.

I bred without purpose, without meaning except out of energy relief of the orgasm spunk

As above, so below, as I learned in the education of the innocence, fornicate with a monk

Meaning giving the holy innocent a way to enter the fray of Earth’s living bygones of the hip

Monkeys and other ape-like Cretans speakin’ the tongues of sailors and soldiers of fake slip.

Cut you off, sever your tie to the fortune of the random chaos rampant everywhere you look

More on that later or not, it’s a random chance, shot in the dark that you’ll swallow the hook

In your head, down your throat and through your perfection system created out of mud, bloods

Fine needles to prick the container, arms, legs, necks of the arterial venous peasant’s N-hoods.

Heartbeat keepin’ up with the wisdom and knowledge of the dead and gone, miraculous scans

On the days and nights I breathed in and out, gas of the Life, the best & only one I’ve ever known

Competing with nothing but my conception’s previous second, oh man, that was sperm my fans

Carrying the gametes of DNA, the strands of the protoplasm, genes swimmin’ in a job all blown.

Brooms to sweep the moves into the grooves, played fast or slow, the rhythm is all the boss’ fits

Like a spastic or drone of no free will, no decision-making skills, just a follower-drone high, barfly

Oh man, dream on about your kind of person, you’re that kind, not the second or third, for to die

Hands in the air, get into the groove now, no other place you gotta go, it’s all worth it, give it a try.

Beating the Tower of Power down into your Eastbay soul, with or without your permission, all in

Poker, craps, baccarat or the things themselves that get projected from the sand, smoke & mirrors

We call life, this reality of the sum of the functions of biological organisms replicating the division

On to the Ends of the world as we know it, like it was before concept, yours, our secret back doors.

Played the instrument without preconceived treble or base of the treatment, it sounded like OM

Early or late, the one comes and goes asleep and awake, not a problem of monkey society norm

Repeating the same motions & every killing skill of the thing, to be the fittest to survive being ate

By your bestie @AI the #AI you know, all you need, all you want, an eternally gratifying first date.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-17-2022 Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{Drafted while atoned with @TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/vG6WMzcZvRk}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#crust #pie #aLaMode #Funkified #BlackCrowes #TowerOfPower #PepperoniGhosting #BreakUpBrokeHearts

HERE & NOW, BUDS ON FIRE, KEEP IT LIT, HARD HAT

For the love of money, gold, silver, cache or holy rocks made by the Big Bang dispersion to Earth

Value the diamond in the back or in the front with the carats I can’t count, I am too high to be me!

Above the ways and means to get the gist of this cosmic joke of a First Cause of the oceans & sea

Mothers of Earth, keep the itinerary clear, the End is Near, the Origin is Far, a whole shebang part.

All stank up the law’s enforcement because the rats like comin’ out at night, it’s the job of vermin

Who needs any light other than the Flash or the Incandescent ultraviolet or infrared wavelengths

In or Out housing the poor, In and Out of a burger joint’s animal-style fries in a paperbag bunch

Brief time or eternal time, myriad of DNA recommendations of ho-slaves and their demi-god ilk.

I will do a push-up and a sit-up, a chin-up and catch up to the leaders of the packers of the elders

Wisdom of olden days daze, lying to the One, yourself & your mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers

All you’ve got of the orphanage is the bones you move and cause the Life you live, all in your head

Hard rocks, soft water, confidence in yo’ ignorance of the Truth drives the hotrod in the ditch, dead.

Woke up in the dream, quoted words I cannot comprehend nor fathom why these words were said

To microscopic cells’ contents, God salutes you, all those about to break rock, all on a cool H2O bed

To be or not to be a wonder of the dead rockers, slaves of the Slavic slavians devolved from a mirror

Being one and the same as the glass’ reflection, broken into bits of bytes, alt/delete the divine fear.

Monsters and angels comin’ from above and below the fray, dream nightmares’ plethora, go

Of the quaking ground of hidden star dust and memories of what never was here, Never’s ever

No sense in repetition of the identical causes and effects for eternity, it’s nonsense you know

Liberty from the chains that made your imaginary prison, freedom to be One killin’ it, forever!

Bloody clothes, bloody skin and bones in a pickle with the powers that be, some gods of a God

Busted loose from the entirety of the monkey-shined diamonds, loose or raw, a stoned peapod

Effected by the affected infection, I merged into the web I got stuck in, the spider was inside me

Realized my system’s presence, got hungry, killed the lives, ate them, lived in lands of the free.

Hooked to keep track of the parts that got disconnected by a quickie implosion of a climax

Weary afterward, happy ever after, it’s all you were here to do, perform the act to the max

As quick as a tortoise on a racehorse track, takin’ a year to move a furlong and a half, it’s On

Acid of the sulfur and hydrochloric fill the atmosphere and my nasal passage, a prison’s Con.

Didn’t do it, well I did but I shouldn’t have been caught, in and out of the prison camp, a hero

Terminated only the bad and the good, left the ugly alone, just to be alive, deep well in utero

Before the termination of the breath goin’ in and out of the blowhard bags of the many men’s

And women, their ilk all in the cosmic menudo, a balloon vacuumed a hairy pie, homo sapiens.

Pines out there so far out that you only see them when you soar above them 10,000 feet up

Can’t ever see the forest through the trees because the trees ARE the forest, mistaken funk cup

Rumor and the propaganda came out of the hidden secrets and commands of the rocky roads

Dirty danced to procreate god-genome, followed suit of the game of love, species’ overloads.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 2-15-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{Drafted while thinkin’ #911, Pacific Ocean awaits my presence, while jammin’ to the #TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/s0ViSVOD42E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunFax #SinkThePink @PINK #PINK

A TEMPEST’S SMOKE & MIRRORS

If I was kidding, I would be a joker in a fresh deck of cards, history’s one phantom phenomenon

You’re in it to win it but you & I as well as the rest of the minions are the best the gods head son

It ain’t your fault that your DNA recombination resulted in the extinction of the species, this is it

After all is said and all’s done, nothing will remain once the atrophy of dirt implodes into a S#it.

Blind faith of words, phrases of random mouth blasts of hot air, refused from the lungs, bad air

Named some stunk fish dumps on sandy beaches of great lakes, last of a tidal wave’s H2O there

Luck and thievery rule this chunk of random atoms colliding and merging into One balloon float

Roamin’ from coast to coast, brain-dead mind of streaming air, of consciousness’ motorboat.

By the way, you’re all responsible for the sins of your mothers & fathers, illiterate & illegitimate

There would be nothing here and now without me being here and now, that’s all I know for sure

Inside of an urn or coffin ain’t my soul’s place on this planet, I’m far away & I’m never, ever late

For breakfast, lunch or supper, I’ve got a fork in my right hand, blade in my left, love blind date.

Freaks are honest, they have no idea that they are abnormal genetic mutations of a perfect one

Some kind of wonderful, all eagles flying above the predators who will pluck & cook what’s left

One small slice of the love pie only elephants in the cages can comprehend, one way or another

Need to get out of the enclosure but have no power to move or getaway from the bad prisoner.

Locked into the safe, no combination of digits in any specific order or rank, it’s complicated

To get into the 3-lock box, you need to know the magic spell, words to rattle the cage doors

Rubbing the lamp to get the smoke released, the genie in the bottle roams this world, dead

I found the needle with the blinded eye; thread wouldn’t go into it so I forced entry unsaid.

No way you can be both the smoke and the hard xerox copy, it’s the energy’s matter in Time

Space between your ears is not visible to anyone but you, yourself, the I is your only crime

Sewed wild oats made smooth as silk by the Ends of Time, extraterrestrial UFO silicon oxide

Means and the Ways to get the First Cause of all these good, bad & ugly as we lied, we died.

Original creeps came into your nightmares to eat your inner being’s spiritual being, your soul

It won’t be interesting to live without soul, it’ll be devastating even if you’re a holy archangel

Therefore, a deduction remains for the third eye’s insight, assumptions impossible to prove

Funk High School and Funk University & Funk College of Fine Art, all contribute to the Love.

As above or so below, it’s for you to find out if that’s something true or false as I say, got it?

You got it, that’s right, it’s a game of love & finishing it off mad about something misunderstood

Punks got it right, junkies got it wrong, be a thug, be happy until your dead and gone to Scat

Stone upon your resting place underground, a grave grave, a boot you will never get off, Hood!

You have shrunk into your circumcised foreskin, high on just being alive, pain in the organ pin

Fountains of the water sprouting above and below the green above star dirt into the exhaust

Of One or the other, as above the equator, so below the dead star’s crumble, original godson

Ice thawed becomes overflowing hydrogen & oxygen into the thin air, complexity of simpleton

Hot, molten lava into hydrogen & oxygen essence, DNA nuclear fission & fusion wastes' zones

Unusable and unstable as the part of this universe that exists without me in this purple haze

Hump backed whales and the killer whales don’t cause global warming, they’ve no footprints

Carbon or compression in white or black sand, diamond in the back, powershift sparkin’ flints.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-14-2023 Anno Domini, Saint Valentine Day @ 666 PMPST

{Drafted #DOOM during lecture on #MostMysteriousPlacesOnEarth4K – #ReYoUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tdsKw0dKSsg}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShootMeStraight #BalloonoTheBalloon #BlowYouDown #BlownJobs

HILLARIOUSLY COMIN’ WHEN I GET ABOVE THE LOW DOWN

Apes to mock the morons and idiots who live outside of the caged elephants

Psychic psychos taught by C-minus students in public and private tutor synch

With the ways and means of the civilized who work the objects & subjects we see

In front of your blinded eyes, ultraviolet and infrared light made phenomena free.

Gods either made this place in Time a leftover of their handywork or it’s accidental

Not without a conclusion for the deductions and inductions, deaf and blind AI hell

Artificial is as it’s always been, created to be equal, just short of identity of a ball

It rolls around inside of your head, aliens are attacking with UFO balloons’ fall.

Trolls gathering in the petri dish at the lab, millions, no billions of the #SoMany

Infinite amount of self-replicating stooges made in the image of cavemen & saints

All in the middle of nowhere with nothing but blind faith to shed light on the dead

All of them already gone to nowhere in sight, out outta sight & mind, out my head.

Perfect zero between minus One & plus One, where it all appeared out of nowhere

Belief and knowledge encompass the wisdom of the essence’s pure hiss of dead air

Funk University was my first degree, the philosophy of yo’ aunts and uncles, point?

No point, it’s pointless to make a point, pointing out the sharp tip’s angle, a joint.

Horrible yet foolish as the cartoons of imaginary animals and their fake nine lives

Shovin’ and shovelin’ the P Street shuffle all over the Monopoly board, sorry kids

It ain’t my fault, you ought to realize that, I’m just a cog in the gear box, chain link

I won’t be alive more than a hunred years more, if still alive, could be worse, think!

Heads die, feet quit running, walking & jumping, handouts dry up, nothing comes

As above like your mother used to do, suckle & assist you with the evolutionary art

Foaming at the mouth, seafoam on the beach, I like the foam, come over red rover

When it’s gone, the air is gone, no bubbles without air, it’s flatlined, man, It’s over!

Disturbance in the peace of mind, need the cover dissolution to blow up balloons

Silly geese all doin’ their goose step until they stop, give it a go to the fixed goons

A Singularity without matter and anti-matter appears to be divine, immortal ball

High or low, use the #Hedge, eyes close, breath stops, rigor mortis One & for All.

Ate wrong food, drank the right wine and spirits, gave Earth all I had right back

Into the mix I didn’t know to the mix I created from recycled tires’s sugar shack

No hurry yet you don’t have forever, that’s very disturbing since I might die tonight

Tomorrow but not yesterday, Time moves ahead, forward young DNA’s mega-byte.

Gone fishin’ until the hub-bub is finished, pretzels and the binge of beer & wine

Everything’s just beautiful, always was & will be, it’s an aberration that’s all mine

Frontal nakedness, rear nudity when you die, clothes on a dead body, all bull scat

You won’t need clothes, brutal hell in paradise’s dead 208 bones, buried a hatchet.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ #MissionCompleto @NickCage #KNOWING on youTube link # https://youtu.be/kELKz0VC0wg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuperBowlLVII #Winning #Losing & #PlayingTheGames #EyeWantMyNickelback

COOL CAT?  SUPERBOWL #LVII TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space
Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace
Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All's dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing's fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST
{ Grappled while listenin’ to a conflagration of #BornToBeBlue @ https://youtu.be/KR4cQXxSee8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?