#FillHERup @CopyOver #AdInfinitumism #NotBad #EVIL spelled backwards #LIVE

THE TWO-LANE BLACKTOP TO NEVER-NEVERLAND, STEP BACK TO YOU & ME

As I got picked last for the team was a crew of holy left wingers & forwards in the center
Of the ice, the parking lot or wherever a ball or puck would roll or slide goals in smoother
A point or two, maybe three but either way it’s gonna make your heart race, in your face
I move only to perform my own practice of being an egotistical egomaniac, I make haste.

Performance of manipulating and manhandling the sounds of beauty and Truth about nature
It’s flawless if you must inquire, as if creation of the thing itself occurred deep in a white room
Black/gold curtains to cover up the mass and the energy, looking deeply, a deeeeeeeeper zoom
Further into the borders’ furthest edges where there’s no gas left over for Life or a Death cure.

But and that’s a big but man, no lie about that Abel & Cane didn’t take too well to punishment
Just eating Wisdom & fruity sugar of apples, it didn’t nourish me as I ate & shat the apple core
Dynamically tagged, as if there’s a reason to be outstanding & top shelf, other than high price
Upwards of a billion dollars’ worth of gold would put a muzzle on me, just One, way gone, Ice!

Now, I know that the Fix is in because the winners don’t like to lose, they’re on my side today
Yesterday & tomorrow I’ll be on my own, once again, it’s the only way go to, head’s on a swivel
Gotta be sure the rear flank has enough munitions and supplies for the troops, moral victory
In the end, crisis leaves all consciousness left In starless darkness, disturbed above & below.

Imagine I, every day you’ll live forever but you’ll never see that imaginary monk’s lD card, fake
ID says he was born in ’73… not 1973… a hundred years before that, 1873 after the States’ war
Couldn’t just let well enough alone, thy eyes and ears misled all of us, to think that we’re baked
That thought may be on target or grounds for libel, either way, jump the shark or the near dead.

Suddenly, subsequent to dying, you’re in an act of contrition, apologizing to deaf, ghostly ears
Hot or cold water whether polluted or pure mountain rain & snow came down from the Alps
Sierras & the Rockies put the Pyrenees to shame, of course for the wealthy tourist hyper hype
Fear mongers can’t get enough, it’s time to put the relief pitcher into the game of Homers.

All to walk, run, catch, throw & hit a tiny ball between random lines of radiation, strikin’ balls
Picking up the final score to be an empty set of runs, hits and errors in judgement of Ump calls
Boredom leads to the high interest when the payoff’s sensual pleasure or golden dawn, all set
Plastic people and wood people got together & caused delusions of grandeur in a black hole.

Three outs, three strikes, four balls, fair or foul boy, what else can an umpire do? Nothing
Not one thing other than brushing off the dust on home plate, to be slid upon, so touching
Someone in a dark hoodie is lookin’ at me, home room is this here room, some war of sexes
I’ve got a hoodie on, I’m lookin’ at myself, forcing my mind to ignore fear of death & taxes.

Knockin’ the chips off of everyone’s shoulders as if it’s anything more than just being ignorant
Of the wisdom and knowledge it takes to survive in peace and happiness, as if there’s no Evil
Pretend that it’s all Good, it’s safer that way but be prepared to battle & if necessary, set to die
If & only if I’m correct then every man, woman & child is doomed, doomed I say, go git HIGH!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, May XIII, MMXXIII @ 111 PMPST
{ Sifted out of the riff-raff while listenin’ to #SoulSearching by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TITLES OF THIS TITLE ARE NOT TITLEISTS #CiscoKid & #Poncho #MrBean #Popeye @Xteena @ZZTop

Are you scattin’?

I’m just trippin’ a roll, on target for the bull’s eye, freakin’ yo-yo comeback to me, darlin’ baby
For me & for you this here & that there makin’ straight, invisible lines between the lit-up dots
Sweeter than dry dreams you got woke from, happiness is everywhere in sight, never give it up
Never, ever even say the words, truth is that you can’t handle the Truth, it’s a songbird, a pup.

For the sake of the wife, the kids, the husband, mother, father, sisters, brothers, all friends of mine
For Poncho & Cisco, I traveled below the Rio Grande with a backpack of salty peanuts tin-can & pine
Outlaws are what we were, now or never we’d escape all bullets blasting, swam across God’s dams
Trivial pursuit of the dream within a dream, mothers didn’t have birth control, Catholics, so here I am.

Pouring the craze of going to a brand new world, no better than the last, poured from relief pitcher
Young or old gypsy man, my father told me I was, he was a sailor like Popeye, an Albert the greater
I flew the coup fully armed and out of mankind’s control, on the way to the end of the systemic races
Underneath skin, deep within the DNA of bones’ cells’ mitochondria & disembodied consciousness.

Boredom coming, like it or not, in the urn or the casket you & I, no fools’ for the city or old country
Bottom line when the bottoms are up, the species survives, closed down libido, extinction’s The High
Out on the corner, in the gangways between the brick piles of empty & vacuumed dust bins of Soul
Either rubber or an invisible conglomerate of ancestral jizz & folk jazz, got a beat’s rhythm of shoals.

Stones piled as if that’s the way it’s always been but there’s still the truth about your mama, oh man
Sad but true, you nearly forgot where you were before your mother conceived you in love or in sin
Either way, you got here & you’re safe & sound form the boogie man but not Old Man Time’s clock
It’s no dream come true, it’s conceptual analysis of realty in reality, not a place in Space to tick-tock.

Brothers did what they did under the skin of the bald men with glasses and mommy issues of dads
Generating the species you see and hear in front of your eyes & in the historical records of the fads
From naked apes, ashamed of their skin & 208 bones walking upright and running from ape history
Wars full of battles between neglected progeny & idiot elders, Foo-fighter food for the next century.

Critic?  Iam, analytical in anal territory, sure to leave no stone unturned, gotta get more rocks
Rollin’ to be perfectly in synch with zero gravity & centrifugal force of imaginary, atomic socks
Pumped up near bursting point, full,  unexploded gas which is ready to blow to kingdoms to come
Some girls can’t go, like yo' sister & yo' mama, wife & girlfriend but some girls, y’all go git some.

Of your own matter and energy inherited from your own heritage of survival as the most fit
Any time long ago or recently, you inherited the ability to conclude & move on with life’s chit
Could be the good, bad or the ugly, it’s all beautiful in it’s own way, if I’m alive, that’s all folks
On a line there’s no point or any angle of One or Two when you need Three to suck a triangle.

To surround empty space with four lines of imaginary scratches on the matrix, be a high square
Beyond home & far, far away from anything similar to causes & effects of terrestrial haiku hair
Fussing about Nature & Being, alive as a human being ain’t worth Time, to be or not to be high
No mercy on you, me or anyone alive, nobody gets the break, Godam Adam killed Yogi the bear.

I grinned & bearded it when I learned the news, no more shaving for a half century, I had to see
I shaved the fur from my noggin, baled all hair from my whole head, old man appeared shocked
Now then, from here on out, what is Past is forgotten except lessons learned, all on the up & up
Following the long line of come & gone is an awkward, infinite & invisible vector or immortal tea.

I drank some, read the leaves on the bottom of the cup, they said nothing more than an #UP Word
Up! That was all, just ‘Up!’, idea has become it’s infant, empty skies above, flipped with God’s bird
Horns severed down to the skull and bone of the brain & mindful content, now it’s all this smooth
Silk as slick as ice or a hot lick or two off of the top & a hot lathered, close shave & dry vermouth.

No slaves of Cleopatra here and now, she is on her own, aliens of the Past & Future’s killin’ ya bro
Only in effigy though, since the soul’s animated smoke-body is not only invisible but immortal, yo
Nothing more or less than the Truth suffices to relinquish the fear & loathing of parents & prison
Bring In the masses of idiots raised by morons and imbeciles, let them cross the DNA, extinction!

Interruption of the corruption which causes the dissolution of the planet Earth’s inner core, Lava
No blood, sweat or tears will survive the catastrophic cataclysm comin’ your way after you die, Ma
I can’t protect you after you’re all gone, out of this world you brought me to without sheer doubt
To be or not to be isn’t the question, it’s a conundrum for the idiot savants, as I twist the gods shout.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May XII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @Five OPMPST
#ChainMigrationVoided
{ Drafted jammin’ to Freedom Fighters & Merkaba – Moonlight Purpose Trippin’ link @ https://youtu.be/4a89rc-AulU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RandomSilly #FakingTheFool #YoureGonnaDieDontRemindYou #RatherGoBlind #TossYoMamaOffTheBridge #Trump2024 @Tom_SullivanRadio

THE NEED TO BLEED AIN’T IN ME, IT’S INSIDE YOU!

Fully housed, captured a straight & a flush until I win, place & show four-ace bingo

Cringe at a ranting thought that we’re headed to reverting back to innocence, gringo

I am a son of my parents who met in random chaos & ruptured a crack in the world

Left myself no way out of a rat’s maze, I created the smoke, thin air the gods’ Gold.

It’s as clear as mud, before you get to a #Carwash, you lost your white & black tint

On both fronts, left & right are symbolic expressions of the yin & the yang of Zen It

Nothing like it on conceptual analysis, Webster dictionary & thesaurus' deep dive

Too fast to live, too young to die, like ol’ times, #JamesDean couldn’t git out, alive.

Bins overfull of recycled, organic matter funk of anthropomorphic viral infections

Bacteria in a petri dish begin with two & multiply geometrically, 2 x 2 extinctions

Of good, bad & ugly bones, nobody’s exempt, not the holy, beautiful or infirmed

Void Machine, sorry you nailed it before a final gasp of gas fusion, you swallowed.

Being a denominator below a numerator, I divide as above, so below, exit above

Planet Earth, star dirt left over from a Super Nova or Nova or Black Hole of Love

Meaning of life in symbolic intercourse as origin of life's inanimate matter, zero

Absolute, empty volume of a gasless place, Origin of Space &Time, Zen to a hero.

Felt the earthquake, shakin’, rattlin’ & rollin’ back & forth, beneath a little ol’ foots

Inanimate rock pounding sand & dirt, pretending with yo’ poor, lil ol' hearts’ toots

Bringing home pig bacon & bird eggs in a solitary confinement, illegal & the idiots

No warmer than red hot & no cooler than frozen stiff, my way, the highway's Dots.

Power running low, can’t recharge any dying form, skull & bones of the thing I am

Psychological romances from ultraviolet light to the dark, monster to bite, It's game

Occult words of any language where we live here & now, books burned, Man's mean

Desire & a need to survive, being fit & ready to pivot about, shot to shoot, unseen.

Marginal re-education was NOT my parents’ fault, Navy, Army, Marines, Air Force

Of the Navy, nobody can defend borders from traitors within, Guilty of #Nonsense

You begin somewhere, it matters that your luck sucks, you get it all on a back road

Pews to sit all in & hang onto when we're down on our knees, beg Adam & Eve too.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 5-11-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drained from the xylem of invisible phlegm while jammin’ to @Glenn_Frey #SmugglersBlues youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LSXKyHM133c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

117 HOURS CROOKED, SHOT ME STRAIGHT UP!

BATTLES LEAD TO WAR

Proelia ad bellum ducunt!  #DM moment

Time's now & then it passes away into historical nihilism of souls straining underwater

Broken down in the mud, blood and beer your mother left in her hind teat’s wet tear

Crying out loud about dead meat & burnt offerings from a deep, blue sea & a dirty lie

About how Twilight began & how the Darkness will be a final Zone of the end, sigh!

Your responsibility is to celebrate One's fortune & perfect timing-initiation lost cause

Of breathing & heart beating, blood flow for vampires who suck high girls & low boys

They don’t even know, they've no idea they’re here for a NYC minute in the dark pools

Of conscious interruption of ebb & flow, blown stardirt H2O-wobble, God-slam fools.

I'm not sweating small stuff, just the big stuff, I’ve got a urgent concerns, smell Rain

It’s comin’ down before you knew it was droppin’ from the heavens' suffering & pain

Out of nowhere, it’s sudden impact is felt in delayed sequence, Time ticks on thin skin

We know cool feelings of everything, less Death, once you feel that, you're a has-been.

Park the cars & trucks & bikes, your locomotion will begin to stop as your heart stops

Sights and sounds inside a cerbral cortex memory to recollect life passing & cow plops 

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, test tube of artistic insemination spunk, eve & atom

Seatbelt harnesses can’t keep it all in, crooked straight-jackets will all numb the dumb.

Mind’s in the brain, in a head & can’t move limbs, can’t walk or shake with a devil dog

Melody & rhythm’s rhyme at the perfect volume for a deaf & dumb rock & roll a blog.

Closer to me as you wanna be, down my backbone, rib cage, amputated limbs crashin’

Cars, boats, planes, trains & a bus crashing, imploding uptown to look as if I'm dyin’.

Slaves of the gods made everything on Earth, every king, queen & subject of change

Only you know like I know, it's a solitary life, a dreamer dreaming home on the range

As if we were getting closer to a last breath, holding air in as long as you can, CO2 fits

For me & you, all we have is what you think we have of the thing itself, online to pits.

 

On the weather of Earth, twirling cold or hot, whirling, wobbling, swirling all about

Not me or anyone else, all ego, that’s all counted in the Biblical books, twist & shout

Couldn’t stomach the taste nor subsequent flatulenct biproduct, stench of ferment

Out of the house or in a hole inside of the foundation’s ground, exhausted cement.

For noone else but me, I breathed 70+ years above tales of star dirt-loaned from God

On weather of Earth, cold or hot, artificial intelligence is a cashed, human redhot rod

Putting pedals to metal goin’, ‘round Dead Man’s Curve, see cemetery entrance gate?

Don’t enter a swamp for vibrations, immerse into deep ends & means, deep dive Fate.

Tiny conflict of interests 'tween brothers & sisters, clone dead-egg lingo, It is all done

Invoiced & paid in advance of your exit from racing human-gods, here to Hades funk

Bought the farm that daddy wouldn't sell, Excellence needed to be extinct, love stunk

All you have, all you are & always will be, a piece of stone, dirty rocks all rollin', son.

You may or may not recollect everything you’re responsible for, afore conception's trip

Stillborn Karma will rise, Beauty’s head returns as Evil, throwback to a plethora ship

Nouns, subjects & objects, verbs' predicaion activity I can’t recall, it’s over, it is done

Dreaming Egotist, about my Id, expressing recollection scat, bite my cranberry scone!

News or ancient history forgotten because language was oral, unwritten future shocks

Of the men & mice who wrote on cave walls' they showed history that's all to roll rocks

Data dump of garbage, refused products of processed tree-plant miracles, Oma Nature

Pumped dreams confused in a vortex of bums & junkies, addicted to fecal-nests allure.

Without order It’s random chaos you see behind closed eyelids, word-up, cog machine

Gears grinding, peeling rubber on asphalt, forward, counter-clockwise around a sinsin

Betting I Win, Lose or Draw even if I win, I lose, earn cold cash, winning shoot to thrill

Absolute & relative Truth-be-Told, to all our babies, our folks forced Jack & Jill uphill.

Whistlin' Dixie or any melody while working in vacuum, scribblin' on empty paper

This is a fight for freedom, get back home where you belong but it’s changed now too

As it was as it were, won't return to a state being in full armor, loaded potato's butter

Agnostic soul, actor running low on a border with free food & water, @Twitter Blues!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 5-10-MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Jammed as I rode dirty with my brothers from mothers, @BigSMO #AintNothinFree link @ https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerfectGame #Rules27OUTS @RickNelsonHITS

KINGDOM COME TO 420’s THEISTIC SLUM

Beat y’all to a Hawaiian punch & all of that, Gordon Lightfoot on my back too

Either way, the punks get the junk & sell it to the fools’ kids, boys & girls coo

About the dying & buying like fools on a 420 block at the corner with pimples

Faced to the backed up alleys and driveways going nowhere inside of a dimple.

Perfectly centered in the middle of nowhere, can’t find me or yourselves forever

Complicated to be simple, infantile consciousnesses of selfish baby minds, here

Now & then, the end will come closer than you think it should, I’m being cloned

Threat of death, either buried or food for the living, in a stew of YOU, deboned.

Relieved that you are the One & not one of the Many, man that’s #Whack dude

All she ever wanted to do was dance around in circles around the fire in the dark

Where nothing else but the Void can occupy that empty space in Time, I am, In

Now I’m out, it fluctuates my being from x to y down the line, God segregation.

Far, far away from my skeleton of white bones & off-colored skin tone of a bag

To keep nerves & the cold blood within, like a secret code to keep alive in a hag

More or less than zero, infinity has no choice but to be or not to be all I’ve wrote

Lies form no Truth, I can’t tell for sure, but it appears the GD fools died in a boat.

Now, junkyard or the garbage dump may appear to be repulsive but you gotta go

Nowhere left where women will let you stay without payin’ rent & rockin’ bingo

Music turned so loud I couldn’t think about anything else, just rockin’ royal blue

On bein’ blue checkmark-twitter page tweetin’ like a boogie woogie choo choo.

I don’t smuggle since I’m the boss of the system, I give, I take, it’s cool to be One

Hog of all bosses on Earth, invisible eater of the body & soul, concrete angel fun

As above, it rains in a downpour but it’ll evaporate & go back up, yonder’s blue

Atom’s oneness abstraction from the energy & matter, we’re all Dead, me too!

Something to talk about is like nothing you’ve ever thought about hearing

You died and came back to life before you were born, mama was screamin’

So loud that every baby woke up in the whole hospital, woke up Saint Ann

She wasn’t sleepin’ anyway, she was actually passed away into the O-ring.

Much ado about Nothing here man, you know & we all know it won’t change

It’s been this way forever & it will remain this way to stay alive to do what I did

It’s home, street home and the only place I know, so I’m keepin’ the heat on too

Until my box’s top slams shut & I hear brothers & sisters, fist-bump my metal lid.

Ten commands disrupt the flow of the slip stream from mountaintop to mouth

River flows away from the polar north & south to the equator’s ocean bulge out

Then evaporation into condensed H2O bringing every cloud’s atoms into doubts

Only you can know your dead memory is deleted, I know you know, loud shouts.

Covered-up ears that are deaf to the noise of fools ridin’ horse-drawn, so fine

All wagon-trains comin’ from East to West for an old gold and silver holy mine

Dead melting the ore into liquid pourings in the mint’s molds of 5, 10 & 20 coin

Silver dollars & gold doubloons buried in a tree stump hole, the gods are flyin’.

In the end, it’s just like the first time, every time, smoke will rise, god will die

It’s historical, look it up, don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t the One you’ll cry

Nevertheless, it’s your game, your rules and players & now it’s your last move

If you don’t kill, no checkmate means you’ll stalemate or be defeated by Love.

Of the game in the day or the night, it’s a planet wobbling, star revolution blue

Driven and putted pars for the course of 36, a mere 69 for all but the final nine

Three scores of 69 for 27 holes, then came back-9 hole-in-ones, yes there’re two

Be a monk, priest’s son of a brother’s father’s mother, fool’s gold sisters are fine.

Beating a dead horse is an expression gleaned from real idiots beating dead men

The gist of this meaning is, you suck all of the energy out & there’s none leftover

For nobody anywhere, any time when our balls are to the walls of L.A. & Dover

Do we ever, nevermore ever give up, no way no how, come on man, be human.

Being nasty & mean if required & a gentleman’s gentleman ridin’ dirty on a drift

On or off the circular clock everybody’s required to jerk, beatin’ an 11 hour shift

Of coming to stop breathing & heartbeats to mutate a homer into 4 grand slams

With the head of state, the god of the cosmic ovum, the thing itself is L.A.Rams.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, May 9th, 2023 @ 1800 hours PST

{ Drafted to #HardToHandle by the @BlackCrowes on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BRcs_OzQb14 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?