BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, WISDOM, POWER, IGNORANCE, I'M TOO HUMAN, EVEN HEAVEN KNOWS #SHAT #KORN #NICKELBACK #NUGENT #MavisStaples #Respect

TRIPPIN’ BIG TIME, WORD UP

Look deep into my eyes for now, neither your crew nor my one & only mark the spots

To be here, there or anywhere in the middle of your hodge podge menudo strung out

On bags of glue to sniff, dust of flowers & their plants, fermented or from Barney’s still

Hold up your hands above your head as if you think there’s power above you, Big Chill.

Space between us and the next thing itself is infinite and non-existent to the mind’s eyes

Inside of your head, deep in your bone marrow’s DNA/RNA complex, there’s an ape within

You don’t know it & can’t sense it, no insight about it, no way to be or not to be over here

Of the authority of vermin and human, eaters of the planet’s mud, drinkers of blood & beer.

Forgot about it, once or twice recollected the memory of what happened prebirth, a shot

Inside of the vacuum of a dark, wet prison cell, safe from the world of lines and a polka dot

Trigonometric triangles of inequality, being either more or less but never as it was, as a One

Series of alpha-numeric scribble on cave walls or parchment scroll, wasted internet sub-fun.

I got you and the rest of the whole shebang under my skin, it’s this small capsule of grit

Left over from my ancestral heritage, all random collisions of love & force of orgasmic chit

Bang for the buck understood as the value of your gold being equal to what you get back

Income accounts payable, you get out free, nobody gets out of life alive, not even a hack.

Computers or nothing but a pencil & paper to figure out problems everywhere you look

Taken away by the angels that nobody ever sees comin’ or goin’, it’s a mythological crook

Trying to steal your freedom to walk upon the compound dust thrust from the sunny star

Mi amigas, Tequila Margaritas in Shambala, headed there all along, now it’s way too far.

Gypsies workin’ miracles with magic potions and prophetic guesses about the obvious art

Of War & Peace upon stardust mysteries underfoot, can’t get up and over it, from the start

Jump, excited my atomic substance into nowhere I can ever return to, gotta go without soul

Nobody lives without a soul, you die like your kinfolk & descended scrotum seed, egg’s foal.

Powerful & powerless, songs sung and can’t be comprehended by the language of Tongue

Plugs spark to burn the chaffe unconsumable soul, holy God’s forsaken dream of the Dung

Buns to cove the raw meat, burnt meat or soy bean feet to avoid the starvation bell ring

To be hungry, so human, y’all gotta be stillborn-starlight, annihilation all by Itself, Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 3-18-1971 (I know it’s 2023!)

This, One Day I got lost on the road to Shambala!

{ Groovin' out the matrix LISTENIN’ TO @Bruce_Springsteen #Devils&Dust on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q & #TheMidnightSpecial 1980 etc... link @ https://youtu.be/KX1WMqdSSck}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerfumeLipstickOnAPig #MyMaria

FORM & MATTER IN 3.14 SURREPITITIOUS PIE

Boredom with the causes and effects of the matrix leads to desperation of ID

From the superego & the ol’ ego that I am, there’s an ignition of the star god

Blown into a supernova, without the aid of mankind, it’s just not all too human

It’s definitely out of this world, here & now we currently immerse in mortal sin.

What’s a mortal? What’s a sin? Come on man, what’s a dick? Your original sin

In a moment the finish line crossed will end the race devoid of soul searchin’

Fools and their ham sandwiches think for themselves, not for the commander

Above & below the steaks & chops for the BBQ & the coitus interruptus, caput.

How long can this go on? Not long enough for me, I’m enjoying the chopper ride

No helmet, hair blown back like stiff sticks comin’ out my head, from a law I hide

Punks & upstanding citizens all related to the herd of flesh & bone without fate

What in Hades can you mean by, “This is the only way to heaven’s gate.”? Hate?

If you don’t love it there’s only one alternative, I hate facts of life & megadeath

Lean toward the wind to get the maximum blow-back, it’s drag & draft the sons

To battle with one another’s sons and daughters, all ignorant of the conflict tiff

Slicker than pitch-black ice, shattered to smithereens, an atomic neutron spiff.

Continue from the final ending of the thing itself, it’s substantial essence of Id

Desire and need mate for everything, everywhere, all the time, forever on end

A Man, A Woman, accidental collision of atoms in Space, procreating it, the Kid

To play games with or without following philosophical rules of an chit we send.

Tweet on your face’s books, write upon the covers and in the margins of Word

To find out what it means to be or not to be, Sir Francis Bacon wave of a wand

Imagine well adjusted mankind, be creative although it’s impossible to be, God

Still strive to be perfect, behave perfectly with the good, evil and the butt ugly.

Are you in? Are you out? #ShootTheMoon #ShotsInYourSkin, God finds the way

To get in and out without anyone knowing there was a visit from a star, One Day

Unified theory of relatives, Form-Matter hopeless new leg to run on ad infinitum

Way back in time, our ancestors had none at all, all died #WOKE, evil and dumb.

Funny as the tragedy of comedy so far away from your mind’s eye, it’s invisible

Hilarious and without ennui from alpha to omega, light astral foam ring a bell

Recollecting the memory forgotten for the challenge of playing Chance’s game

Freedom to choose, free will to pick winning & losing, I am my claim to fame.

Sung words, blew horns, sawed fiddles, beat animal drums, metal cork the hole

In the cave, on walls behind the firelight, the things themselves form from coal

A hunting they will go to kill, which way is up is all they need to know, corpses

Big women and small men mate and get what you see, people of the menses.

Ultraviolet blue blood spilled crimson in war and peace, by accident or intent

Shook the monkeys out of the trees, shocked the cavemen’s holy inner sanctum

Mama and papa cannot provide the expertise of divulging the unknown, Word

Silently whispered in our ear at birth & before death, now, Wake the Phuq Up.

Linked to the cube, all six sides around me, I’m in the center, you are not there

Next thing you know, you’ll be forgetting the Truth as you know it, how you are

Umbrella prevents the hardened rain from splitting skulls, knockin’ dummies out

Out of dirty ground, bury us all, God’s mother Earth man, what she’s all about!

Part of the equation when everything on Earth is unequal is an inequality upset

Who wins the big bet on the #MarchMadness pool of mankind running to & fro

Nouns & verbs involved in the predication of hound dogs howling at a full moon

Hustle your ma & sister, not your pa & brother, you are a loon, the mob’s goon!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. March XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #StPatrickDay

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyMaria by #BWStevenson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ewyu4dIVj-8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisNormalAbnormallyBizarre #PuppetsPoohWinnie #GodRevolt #DivineJusticeHamSandwich

FROSTY THE MUDMAN, EVERY FLICK TELLS A STORY

I had some news before the old boys came home from the war, battles with their minds

Wiped out by the rigorous structure of being awake & ready to fight & kill 24/7/365 lines

Draw inside the lines because there’s nothing in the space outside, Outerspace mythology

Where the claim from deadmen is that place which is nowhere on Earth, causes Earth & me.

Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, friends & foes await the Pearl of Wisdom shot

Finish your examination in order to pass your final exam, you’re all gonna go to the hot pot

Burnt smoke that couldn’t stay on fire, just residue of the thing too hot to handle a screw

Got a nut & a washer to keep the screw as tight as a knot in iron rope, a fight with Wufoo.

Pigs down here in God’s eye stye, corralled to be slaughtered, humanitarian BBQ party time

Killing and burning and consuming and defecating, in rivers, lakes or deep woods’ troll slime

Without four legs all up in trees, look out below, that’s not rain that stinks like monkey scat

That all too human stench is your tool to keep the perfumed far away from dirty, filthy brat.

Marks in the center of the bull’s eye where my shot landed square on One point, out of sight

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth & the neck up to the tip-top, I am your antithesis & your good fights

Greed is a function of the idiots who became evolved Cro-Magnon mistakes of the divine god

Invisible power to animate rocks, to make them roll up and down the streets of all blue blood.

Hungry and thirsty before the end of Life, maybe after spaghetti & meatball Guido cuisin

You wish you were invited over for my spaghetti & carnivore delights, need salt & cheese

Broke your mind accidentally when I socked you in the face, busted your bloody schnoz

Out of time, out of blood in or out of Space & Time, that’s Life, the people all got a buzz.

Breeding the intercourse of beasts to air for the stars, where you go when you die here

Nothing is left after you’re last heartbeat, you’ll see what I mean someday, have no fear

Punks who deal with junk, will one day supernova with the rest of the ilk, we’ll all be free

Of chained minds addicted to our skin and bones, formed shape of beauty & a beast tree.

Fat arse, skinny bones, preconceived or postmortem, it’s done, it’s the deal, everything

All the time, every spin & wobble of the stones of the Earth rock, I dwelt among us, I sing

Playing the instruments of wind, of brass & paper-thin animal skin, rockin’ polkas & blues

To be a dancer, singer or watcher/listener audience of the Play, let’s muster ships’ crews.

Ideal fear of love and life on asteroid ash flyin’ within and without my own fertile mind

It’s a dark bean coffee getting into your conscious minds, all the minds, so easy to find

Opened the blinded eyes, saw nothing, saw everything and then the darkness comes in

Y’all stay here, I’m what’s left, don’t go, wait…wait…it’s all a dream? Oh, God, aw, shyt!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 3-16-2023 Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Dripped out the Cosmos while jammin’ to #Ipman @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE & jammin’ to @EricClapton #CrossroadsConcert link @ https://youtu.be/w59rUSxN5f4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StrongBondMarket #WeakerByTheWeek #IpMan #WuTangCollection #DonnieYen

NO PARDONING ME, I CUT IN-LINE

Cover up your nose and mouth just like the old bank robbers of the wild, wild west dirt bowls

Monkeys climbing up and down our back from birth to death, I have no power to fill the holes

On my mind, in my brain’s display of conscious awareness, there’s what you see, what you got

No more nor less than the whole shebang, hairless bipedaling the electric scooter’s hot spot.

Question every assumption to find the ignorance of uneducated who scored low on the SATs

Not their fault that they have become the active cause of fighting a losing battle of bull scat

In the end, nothing matters other than when you’re gonna die, above or below the grounds

Like it or not you’ll leave and you’ll disappear to the others who hate smelling rotten sounds.

Or looking at the rotten skin and bones we don’t BBQ or eat at the picnic, burying all remains

Rotting as natural, stinking like death without being evolved into chops and boss hog chitlins

Mighty mice and super men put on the show for the sheeple, trained to follow the golden rule

Pledged to expect nothing and give it all I’ve got to enhance the world’s monkey wrench tool.

Haves and have-nots in Wisconsin, Illinois, California, Washington & everywhere in between

All descended from rollin’ in the barn’s hay, one night, a moment in a lapse of good judgement

Monkey on the front porch and breaking into your house for a shower and a good breakfast

Pounding you until you pulled your pistol & shot it between the eyes, I think you need a blast.

In the window you cannot see through, I see you clearly because the trip is all in my own mind

Not only will I awaken from this dream but also I’ll be #Woke & believe in a three stooges’ kind

Moe, Larry & Curly, or Curly Joe or Shemp, looks like all five stooges, a multiplying production

Degree in Philosophy from the University of Amnesia States, I think, therefore I am, mortal sin.

Nobody but you knows your inner secret, untold irretrievable memory of gods and angels skin

With or without the wings to fly high and glide low down below your radar, I will to always win

Never lost a battle or a game, will never lose one at any time from now ‘til doomsday, singing

Knowledge and Wisdom are passing for pi, all 3.14 units in a conceptual manifestation thing.

It sucks hind teat to find out that you’re the runt of the litter after you’ve been stillborn in sin

Why? It’s unbelievable & that’s for you to discover not for me to show, a black swan Schwinn

Angel handlebars, streamers & coaster brakes, a way from point A to infinite Z, sorry hotrod

Out of your control, uncontrollable, controlled remotely from The Dreaming Zeus & Ala God.

Follow the politics but don’t follow the science which mutates with every random thought

Hurting and feeling as if the brain and mind can’t handle the Truth, the mortal way I bought

From the parochial and the pre-public, the pie’s cut into eight, get your piece, get down son

Cut apart the argument, blanche assumed premises, bake the conclusion in the convection.

Real news about the fake old times that used to be called the Truth when it always was a lie

About natural and artificial things themselves we have, we’ve got all we need but more we buy

From pronouns, builders, traders & shyster/jokers, we buy people, places or things on taxes

That the governed overlook all the nearsighted and the farsighted, it’s all but blown alto saxes.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, The Ides of March 2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ How deep & how long can I go? Drafted in the #WuTangCollection sparring @IpMan #BestFightScenes link @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Pops Population of Popcorn & SodaPop & #POOPALOOSA

FUNK CHUNKS OF CHOCOLATE OOZE

Here & now’s the one, sweet place in Space you find us, prophetic concept analysis
Nothing intended by an act of my personal will although apparently, it is what it is
Shake a jar of fire ants until they attack one another without any will to smoke pot
Evolution of Mother Nature occurs whether we are aware of the One Being or not.

Imagine without insight or eyesight, you had a beautiful body & held it against me
As above, so below all heavens rolled down from Olympus or Alpha Centauri story
Right to the left of center, the hammer pounded your head upon the burnt honey
Human invention of work and how to get it done by other people and their money.

Putting it on the front page of a newspaper of old news, that is the fame & fortune
What else can you take to the grave but your fame & fortune, who liked mortal sin?
Pipe down your storm hysteria, if there’s a flood then get to high ground to get laid
Jump in the betting pool that the government cannot tax, the tax was already paid.

Specialty in being nothing special, a quality in high quantities yields supermen jizz
Take a good look at the situation, keep that awareness high above it all, all the jazz
Wonder fades into familiarity with the purity of dirty Earth’s rocks and stone junk
Laid back & got laid up in the matrix vortex, whirling in the dervish way’s hot funk.

Depression of your economic politics to avoid the pain and suffering of being alive
Part of the pleasure to feel good about just breathing and without the doctor jive
Witches and their fathers before them also had the mothers who went to the war
To put goddesses into the #FakeNews lives to take away the close Space, All afar.

Condition of whatever follows the only question that matters to Earth’s gangs
Good or bad, either way beautiful or ugly, you’re alive & dead in the swan songs
Moving on between boundaries in place, at some point, exile stops @God’s dam
Pretender of really meaning what needs to be said, to drama I think, ergo I am.

On the subject and predicate of the premises, I cannot opine, just kidding y’all
Meaning that the private & the public have merged & diverged in a funeral pall
Dead or alive, there’s still a bounty on the head, you are human, all too human
Two point OH, more than One point of an angle, a triangle or circular jerkin’.

Addicted to unethical behavior, immorally exhibited stupidity of idiotic morons
Rich of Kelly green, Pope’s gold or dirty rocks of a holy land, nieces and godsons
Miracle of the numbers zero to nine, recombinant DNA/RNA inside all living cells
Dropped a dime on my condition, sick unto dying as a mosquito in search of hells.

What you & I know for certain is Nothing at all, everything’s an educated guess
A multiple choice of the answer ‘D’ which is always, all of the above and no less
You & I have all of the answers to the examinations given to the girls’ corn pone
Miniskirts and hotpants, all I can do I cry about the fad gone far away, way gone.

Who could be more in or out the world than the sleeping dreamer in my big head
Common eulogy for everybody else but me, he was a good ol’ boy, good riddance
Sweet baby Janes and Peters from the high fallutin’ hired guns and default sheriff
Of the dust and mud that led the horses to drink their beer, they were drunk stiff.

No good when you need them, useless when you want them, never a very good pet
Odds are with the housed doubled down against you better, you better, so you bet
Question our race of imaginary souls in DNA inclusion sets, worthless cry babies
Babble words gagglin' deducin' conclusions to end dissertations about Hades.

Parks where you can’t park your bike, car, truck or hovercraft, a parody of me
Nightmare that there is no free speech unless it’s my speech, you stay, I’ll flee
Nowhere to go but up or whatever way is downtown’s directional momentum
Bottom of the trash heap I am, racist nor nihilist, the Herd’s absurdly dumb.

State Pen or Federal Rock between gaping open borders, love of good & plenty
Comin’ home or leavin’ on a fast train, either way it gets out of sight ginseng tea
Like dying and reincarnating in another place in Outerspace, as if you’re special
When you’re just a lucky spare part, a phuquin’ slob mutation of a parental tool.

Squirted smooth silk screens into my mainline in vain, dropped a dime with .45s
Found lost in Space, up the creek without a paddle, at the mercy of God’s eyes
Seeing nothing close to Earth, moon or sun, 1 close star always a spin away, so
Wait a minute, fortunately, Cheerios & Chocolate, The Way, Narrow, now Go!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, III-XIV-MMXXIII @ 1000 AMPST
{ Drafted to @CarlosSantana concert link @ https://youtu.be/k0KcWyZ8II0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Schism Gist of the SCAT to the Nines with Boyz 'round here! #RollingStones #BlakeShelton #ChrisJannsen

YOU AND YOUR FIRST PEACE OF EIGHT

Danced up an ice storm in the circle of devils and dust they kicked up during the shindig
Phantoms left over now but that’s all in the past, died on the way home, a long time, I dig
Now, I finally got to the end where I was always headed, just not as soon as it’s appearin’
Beauty I breathed into my lungs with the forest fire sparks, still survived the mortality sin.

Port of your entry is from the darkness’ legs spread wide open, beyond the pale of a pail
Fortunately for you & I, every night you fall asleep in bed, you’ve blind faith you’ll prevail
Off guard or on, fate or fortune granted by an ancestor ghost, unseen Lake Michigan foam
Silence louder than the factory whistle blasting the signal to go get drunk or go on home.

Ten toes, ten fingers, two arms, two legs to animate the soul in the rib cage, blown mind one
As much as you can within reason, cool Kool-Aide got you drunk, burned the silver toke funk
High and mighty hole separated from the thing, atomic shaped form of a specific holy monk
Mares, studs, that’s all for now, getting no older than the writing on the cave’s sheetrockin’.

Rolled the leaf into the dream of squeezing the box, shooting the air’s sound into the ears
Monks flyin’ to avoid the road you’re on, I don’t want to pass you and make you feel fears
That you’re not as fast as I am means nothing, slipped away before you knew it, we’re woke
Long walk, short drive, mouth is smashed, skull is caved in, angels must be on a line of Coke.

Crowd is out of my control, just like it will be when you’re dead & gone, just like that
There was a key for the locked door but it was a skeleton buried in Orléans’ saints shat
They ate and drank and they needed to live & act as if life on Earth was important too
Just like you do, we all do, only the preconceived is closer to the Truth than I, fight foo.

On finding my mind locked into an infinite loop of unintentional consequences, it’s fated
Somnambulism granted by the gatekeeper of heaven, alarmed clock struck twelve for fun
Peaceful tribes who do not battle in any human war of stealing the luck of the Irishman son
On guard, ready always, it may be over in a swift pass of the blade or bullet, had a good run!

I’m gonna run the table on you before you know it, how does it feel to know it before I do?
Quite nice to know what will happen in advance, you can bet your bottom dollar on that, so
Matter and the energy burning to animate the result of the Big Bang, effulgence of plasma O
Call it a word, a sound, a name, noun or verb, subject or predicate, we all die, we all gotta go.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-13-2023 A.D. @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #Vienna2022FullConcert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yafcId3UYcE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnBorrowedTimeKilledTheLivingToBeTheDead #MeaCulpa #MamaChola #YouGottaHaveYourWay #BreakinMyHeart #BetchaIDontGotOne

KEEP THEM SEPARATED, WE MUST

Without Reason or word rhyme, a crowd is thrust into the cold windfall’s hot ice
Like it or not, it gives the SEX of Love a bad name, an aberration of the two dice
You roll ‘em for sevens or elevens like a cowboy without a horse or a herd’s cows
Winning in front of the poor, bad guys who steal everything as the sheriff allows.

Smashed your pumpkins in the mouths to mix up a paid concoction of proxy war
Far, far away from the king, the queen, the emperor & the freemen shore to shore
I know you know that they know what we all know, oh, other than you’re a mortal
Hopping in and out of beds as a prostitution institution, all you gotta do is bawl.

But when you remain in bubbles of mud, blood and beer, you’ll forget, they’ll recall
A bit of a fractional measurement of an atom of God, the principle Time, Spring-Fall
As the moving shadows on the inner cave walls indicate, firelight brightens the Woke
In the wake of a motorboat’s trace on the surface, high minded pigs fly high in a poke.

United in consummation of blubber, mankind & all fake women begetting goddesses’ dings
An imaginary place in the void space between your ears, hard of hearing, perfect pitchings
Right, that there, look into your presence, eye pupils see who you always were, my eyes see
It’s like everything, everywhere, all the time, Past and Future lets no Present go scot-free.

Trolls have an impact on the psyche of the child who has no separation of reality from fantasy
It’s a gift to be privy to the Truth and believe that few friends or foes have the same film to see
Beginning to the end, power input & output continues until we’re runnin’ on empty for a spell
Balls to the four walls, womb to the ceilings and floors, avoid the Void’s secret about God’s hell.

It ain’t there and it never was but the sinister keepers of the bull’s scat, unelected keep the faith
Blinded by nature, by birth or by poking eyeballs out of the heads that disagree with a wraith
Only you know like I know, how it’s going to be from this point on to the finale of the stage play
Acted as an Oscar trophy moving around in a plethora of seeds in cosmic ground of a dirty day.

Pick between the identical choices so you cannot be wrong, everything is One and & same Ids
Ego is in the pocket and under control of the beast within, your parents & children, kids of kids
Apes in & out of the cages, free to move about from feeding frenzy to hiding stench and funks
Followed them from everywhere, stench of a city that stinks because of the dead fish & drunks.

Bunkers to hide from the barrage of spears and arrows flung by the followers of faking leaders
I’m out in front of the Outback with your mama ‘cause your daddy kicked her out of what’s hers
Red to violet, infrared to ultraviolet, shining a light in the darkness won’t buy immortal souls
Actually, total ignorance ought to be the rule for the roost, easy to control the follower roles.

Flock, herd, gang or continental hordes of children grown into ignorant cookie crumb monsters
Of goat-herders & wolf killers consigned to fulfill the bottom lines underneath oak & elm trees
Beams us up to the ship and back down to the plane of existence, purple people eater junkies
Last blow of breath, eyes wide open for the insight showin’ that my life was a real cool breeze.
 

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Lundi, March XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1010 AMPST

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