#SuccessAtFailure #BongBong #LoanMeADime #DropADime #Somebody @WARtheBand

DON’T BE SO, GOD, AM I GOOFY, YOU MOTHERS OF FATHERS  

(music 2 me ears)

I knew everything about some things and that was enough to launch my tiny retro rocket

Juiced up on rocket fuel and tequila and got hungry for more doe than I could ever, ever get

But I got it and got my itch scratched, didn’t even know I had one, lucky my nails cut it, son

But the blood came flowin’ out the capillaries and suddenly white man turned to crimson.

Beans and seeds to grow the things I eat to keep the meat movin’ along the timeline of funk

High or low it comes & goes without a peep, word in advance, no comms, silence my junk

Ain’t comin’ 'round anymore 'cause I can’t move so well, can’t scoot or drive wheels 2 or 4

But I’m still mindful of trash people make up & throw out in alley cans for the rats’ door.

Ready to accept the grief accompanying a grown up, young buck, ready to reproduce errors

Juice of DNA code to move closer to extinction's evolution into formless, stockyard shares

Dead animals, smashed, slit, pounded into flat burgers for a spit, a BBQ dream of extinction

Computing the needs & desirable wants of sweet nothings comin’ in my ears’ itchin’ skin.

Bull’s makin’ heights of confusion easy to climb, failure to launch moment, had to leave it

Behind or ahead, it didn’t matter, up, down, in, out, sooner, later, it came down to this here

That there was what it used to be before I was all grown up, grew up crazy in mindless fear

Of  boogeymen & great monsters who're bigger than humanity’s divinity, a bull’s scat skit.

Slower than a tortoise who looks slower than molasses & the & fleet footed hare, bunny hop

For once, comin’ in last because the odds were against me or they favored me, cosmic slop

All for the One & the one & only ain’t anywhere in sight, can’t see a thing, I see Nothing

It’s just absence all light, burnt atoms absolutely fallen, The Singularity, itself, idiot's king.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but I was bulletproof, nobody knew where I’d been, I'm gone

Never really was here & now, just some 208 bones of Chicago blood, need to bleed ‘til  dawn

Scratchin’ the itch now, keepin’ it goin’, it feels good when you slow down & fear the fool

From drinkin’ the gas that needs to move it or lose it, fueled up buck, hooked human drool.

More or less now, it’s nearly depleted & vacuumed up into quarks among us, academic fool

A fool fooling other soon-to-be fools, got in a jam, arrested, got a job, paid a tax & I’m cool

Beating the wife beaters before they touch daughters & sisters, not to mention all mothers

Riding my trike & charger up to the gate of a castle, threw down with guards, cut my side.

My baby wrote me a note to let me know where she was goin’ but she never went I can’t go

Dusted off my shelves & found the only love left over was all my own, all the cupboard Mo’

Keb’ scattin’ the mojo off of the frets, pickin’, grinnin’ gone back in the day to the original

Hug yourself, jump back and love yourself, it won’t hurt a bit, you can’t ever stop, aw Hell!

Screamin’ songs, scribblin’ words up & down the scale, A to EFG, flat sharps note flips

B flat's as thick as a dime’s change from a quarter dollar, all I got though, my melody y'all

Repeat over and over until the memory is grooved with movement of fingers & melody lips

I’ve ne'er been wrong yet I’ve been in error due to trust & blind faith, cancel culture ball.

Throwin’ a no hitter, perfect game, a shut out & serious ending to the origin of the mothers

What I call the train that has no idea where the engine's draggin’ it to, like you & the others

Stronger than fake mistakes I forgot to live with, I forgot the notes, forgot every single ruse

Began fresh like I’m innocent of guilt, do what I did, done what I done, hell It's the blues!

For the sake of absolute concrete comin’ into your face, fast, jumped off a rooftop onto cars

No wings, you can’t fly, can’t soar, can’t glide, just 32 feet per second per second downtown

On the concrete or the top of the parked SUV, imprinted my 208 bones, splattered my stars

That wasn’t it though, hit me with no way out, gotta start over from scratch, mind IS blown!

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXIVth, MMXXIII A.D. @ 444 PMPST

{ Shifted out the Void while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ HITS link @ https://youtu.be/rykjK8TOzSs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MARY @ZZTop #LaidWaste

FACTOIDS OF LIFE, sons & EXTINCTION

I have a minor catastrophic loss of my life because my father wanted to squash me into a bug

Busting tables and washing dishes, pots, pans, tin silverware & finally my 8 fingers & 2 thumbs
So, all I’m left with is the spirit and soul I could never see without my mind, ‘cause I’m a thug
Not a small bad, evil weapon of the matrix but the essence of the substance, product of sums.

Elevating your clothes pins up to the clothesline to pin the clothes for a warm, wind to dry ‘em
Slick or stuck, I really don’t care to discuss the trip after I’ve already passed the place in Space
I’m not only already gone but also I was never here at all in the first place, just a figment squirt
Image in the light and invisible in the planetary darkness, due to the rotate-wobble of the dirt.

Hot or frozen-still cold from one extreme to the other, it’s a black hole & a pulsar, in full boogie
Down or up, it never matters, it’s a flip side of the flipper, a flap over the floppy disc of woogie
Cosmic dust and the motherly placenta envelops the gestation and multiplies the pre-afterbirth
Clearly nothing to see here nor there, don’t even search for it’s a waste of fools’ time on Earth.

Invincible like an atomic weapon that begins the chain reaction & can’t stop fusion or fission
Beyond the point of no return is the exact moment that the Devil got into the details of Sin
Bums, junkies, hookers & the rest of the civilized world, all have a chance to get a do-over gig
Behind, above or below, it’s always forward & jumping up, up, up & away in my 4 X 4 outrig.

Sunk into the quicksand now in La Brea, got old just to die and be gone like the postscript says
I know this is too soon but I’ve got to ask you, if I told you that you were fine, would you deny
Or affirm that however your DNA genes combined, it was the right way at the right time, right?
Admit one, admit me, I am the only one, been Oneness since my deep chit split into the Deux.

Streamin’ the data that’s invisible yet abstracted from the original vacuum, luck to be here, now
Any moment might be our last, now as well as every moment since my birth until my finite death
Davey Jones had a locker and when he died there was no combination left to open the hull or bow
Warning from robots to humans, y’all gonna die, yet robots never die, they ain’t got no bad breath.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XX3rd, MMXXIII AD @ 911 AMPST

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

#SucksToBeDead #EnvyToBeAwake

RESPECT YOUR ELDERS, ONCE BITTEN, HIT THE HAMMER WITH THE NAIL & BITE YOUR TONGUE

KISSIN’, KIDDIN’, FIDDLIN’ GENOME MUTATION

Space and Time are relative to whether or not you’re awake & seeing the inner light, it shines
Brighter than that daylight pokin’ through your shades and blinds, it’s never midnight, it’s noon
High noon just like back in the day when the darkness remained 24/7, the Earth stopped the spin
Poked around in Space for millennia, dropped off in the middle of nowhere, with nothing’s skin.

Calculated the functional analysis of scat I never even heard of, very charming to have top secrets
Occult knowledge of the magic that re-calibrates nature’s random recombination of DNA’s product
Apes runnin’ the show from outside of the cages, in some cases above and below the planet’s sea
H2O, nitrogen & carbon dioxide makin’ the acid too hot to handle with bare hands, revolutionary.

Chlorine comin’ to the rescue of the good, bad & uglier than your ma & pa, I had such a pretty face
To kiss and dance around while the fiddle is sawin’ the turkey in the straw for the hee haw of it all
Monks came out of the caves to see this phenomenal display of creation, a funeral procession pace
Heed the creed to believe in the incredible and deny the obviously transparent, the Truth of Days.

Weeks, months, years, decades don’t literally fly by but they could if they so desired, as if I’m One
I know what I know, I think therefore I am here & now, period, it’s not negotiable with the minions
Act 1 through Act 3 becomes the gist of the long story so short, in 2 hours, I am born then I lie dead
Seems as if there’s a ruse going on, for my benefit, knowing that I will destroy the cosmos with lead.

Blown-up balloons and bombs are away, out of the B1’s & B52’s full of bonified atomic weapon TNT
To drop from heaven as if it was the gods comin’ down with the hell’s fire from the bottom of the pit
I am what we all are, colossal funk on the skull & bones of a cool rock in the middle of nowhere, now
What I am is what I am is what you are, holy god crazy? Nothing else is possible, Truth is, Man’s a cow!

Ennui hits you before you become woke, you lost your parents’ directing your action and reaction hits
To the Causes and Effects done for your imagination to scramble for the meaning to become legit ‘Its’
Subjects predicating objects in phrases, sentences, paragraphs & chapters of sagas behind the Schlitz
Little and the elder ones who grew from a pebble, a stone, a rockin’ chip off of the old block of Fizz.

Some girls know what I’m talkin’ about & some don’t, smile like you know, it’s alright, alright, alright
Buckle up buttercup and get ready to rock and roll the night & day from here on out to the orgasm fight
Crushed into a pancake & then exploded into the essence of an old man’s salty sea, brave men feared It
Respect for the life and the death that could be seen if you had your eyes wide open, let’s cry for stupid!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, June XX2nd MMXXIII AD @ 1919 PMPST
{ Drafted as I lay dying & on an @EricChurch #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/toswACjpvTs }

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