SIX PARSECS FROM HOME or #WTF over... #WhatIsHIP? #YoMama #PlayLiveDeadHope #RAREearth

TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^OM^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FixedStarlight #NukeCatasrophe [GOD DOG] @BluesTraveler #BlackAndWhiteDwarfExtinction #LittleRichard #TheGreatContraction #CollapsedIntoSingularity #InfinityOne

MIGHTY ALMIGHTY, GOOD GOLLY MS MOLLY

Conserve the dwindling supplies you consume or you’ll be starving & thirsting to death

From the ladies' wombs to the tomb, humanity both intentional & accidental breath
Gasping for pure oxygen above the water’s crushing waves, you get a few seconds
Rerun what in the world went on at that moment, as the last, fast lane ends.

I’m all dying to know, you’re dying to stay up & thriving in the matrix’s coma love
Known or unknown predication of the objective subjects that never move alone
Always alright, alright, alright as it is above, so it is below, this, that there & all
Proof I’m wrong or right matters to a burning One, it’ll equalize the human fall.

Nevertheless, skeletons and skulls had their function, to hang apparel upon
Fitting small to jumbo sizes, everyone has their own, don’t judge lest ye know
Some of us are lucky sometimes & other times not so much, others’ lives suck
Contract to stay alive by self-construction, avoid self-destruction’s pickup truck.

Honey & brown sugar make the blood jump, idiosyncratically armed to the teeth
On the 8-track runnin’ counterclockwise as it always has in the past enemy sheet
Fruitful as a kiwi & strawberry, all of the front lines at home & away from the park
Keep the picture clearly focused so that your conclusion is a valid, deductive snark.

Laid off, laid on, laid lady, lay across my big brass bed, it’s old lyrics of new songs
Indeed, you can be laid upon & that is very heavy for some, ilk needing cow milk
Suckin’ on rubber nipples topping a sterilized piece of plastic or glass, The Bottler
Full or half empty, it still does the trick, as you would expect, smoke on the water.

I have a portion of pure gold deposit in my deep pocket, billionaire on a Titanic
Getting the survivors with babies & fair lady status into the lifeboats, kill the rest
Determined that the self is nothing but kickin’ a word, a feeling around, oh so sick
A to Z, a jumbled hodge-podge that appears homemade by a smart ol’ warlock.

Your funk was always around, just got stronger as the body chugged along
Up and down, in and out, over and wherever the wind blows, singin’ a song
Not for a good reason or a bad blow but for no reason at all, rockin’ a lot of it
Nuts in shells, berries on a bush, we’re good, rockin’ the pie, black magic Fit!

It may be a revolting development for you & me but it’s the only one in sight
Fear and loathing coming clearly out of nowhere, it’s such a fictional delight
Spells of words in order begin a sequential formation of stacked chords I sing
Colored lights infrared to ultraviolet blue creating something out of Nothing.

Hearts inside of the souls where nobody ever looks, they only see the pump
Blood of the drunk sailors spilled all over their whites, looks better bleached
All the old swabbies know how it was & still is for the ones who just find out
That they’re a step away from death, it’s the deal, winning can be no doubt.
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 420 PMPST

{ Half-cocked, went off while jammin’ to LIVE @CarlosSantana https://youtu.be/DnrVgXNn7aA?si=AvS-FiIVM3Ai7GCz }

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

#TheFixAintIn #ThereAintNoFixinBroken @Tab_Benoit

IT AIN’T NO M.A.S.H. UNIT, SISTERS

Sisters higher than the upper atmosphere & lower than inside the core of Earth superb

Stratospheric imperfection as outer essence of the holy cell, a living cellular reverb herb
Contents as the fake essence of the brain’s function, exhibiting all one mind’s hussy fits
Fishing about in green rivers or on great lakes was always the way, life on open fire pits.

Bills with numbers and words typed and written in French, kidding, in English or pig Latin
Dreaming I awoke from a dream within a dream, walkin’ around, you had me at, “Hello”
You cannot make this up, it’s all the nature of the original beast, a moment’s smooth satin
All on your mother, man, that’s all there was, all there is, you come & you will also go-go.

In between conception & dissolution of organic matter we inhabit IT to do the Bossa nova
We all live the luck out from every cause & effect you can get when y’all are safe in place
There is the fact of life, your father told you the way to go, middle path ‘tween right & left
Peanuts and seeds of plants and animals, right here, right now, will explode in Supernova.

I’m perfectly happy not being unhappy, that itself makes me happy, this is a hold-up, stick
Your hands go up, your pants go down, pockets emptied, your pants go back up, you Dick
Or Richard or Rickie or Richie echoed sounds of vowels and consonants in omnibus bills
To make everything better than it was yesterday, you’ll have to perfect the imperfect shills.

Impossible, I know it, you know it, they know it, we all know it, there’s no way out of Hell
No high-water to get above the fire that wants to burn you, skin & bone, as it’s always been
As above, so below, a violent solar system & galaxy, a pantheon of the RINOs ringin’ a bell
You got this and yet you don’t have anything at all, dominoes fall, game’s over, it’s the End.

I’ve confidence that I’m the harbinger of my tooth’s demise, I finally found One’s toothpaste
No denial that you & I love our selves & any form of life we can use or eat, we have free love
Inherited from Hippies of the sixties who hated fighting & killing in wars of dead young men
Carbon perfected in burning hot atoms of molecules, One mind’s a terrible thing, H2O lace.

You and I know the conception is the concept, analyzed It, each one identical to the first One
First you cry then you find laughter is better, the devil may care attitude that you’ll be alright
There’s no other way to see this even if you’re blind of eyesight and hindsight, it’s a fistfight
You threw the first punch and I got the finality blow, the kick at the side of the head, no gun.

Gave me back my bullets and my badge with my license to kill the evil perceived to be so ugly
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder is dark, blackness without light when your sight’s all gone
Fix is in, the control is out of your hands, your prayers beseeching gods are unheard by Space
Above and below the clouds you’re in need of the H2O, liquid gas to replace excremental fuel.

Popular I am with the dead & gone, angels high and low fear my footprint & speech of power
Peace and love for the chaos and haters of the good, bad & ugly, horror coming Halloweener
Tricks or Treats in your bags of candy and popcorn wrappers, injected with the sugar of Satan
It’s how you roll when you’re in a panic to breathe and release the locks on Power of A Man.

Didn’t know I could see the future until the future arrived & I recollected the repetition of It
Over & over again, holy scat & the full metal jackets are loaded & the trigger’s on safety chit
Battle comes & you’re ready, if not, you die younger than you should have, one eye open, so
Prepare to sleep lightly, it’s 24/7 info changing reality as we know it, “It’s Aliens in a UFO!”.

There are injuries & death in the war zone, grieve if you’re lucky, bleed out your bloody sins
In or out of a hive, a cave or network of underground, divine carbo-hydrated tiny diamonds
Nasty backdoors are the only ways in or out of the Fix, Live evil lives, a Good Life on steroids
Star, sunny starlight, blown gas in a Void, paid extra for my knowledge, wisdom, boyeeeez!

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IV^th    MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted in my space in the corner, while jammin’ the force through my skull & bones injecting Rock of @PointerSisters link @ https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=fYqswqGaHQZLUuRB }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEVER FORGET THIS CHIT

#ToddRungren #ElvisPressley #Firebirds #JustBecause #ChotzFired #Clutch

THIS IS IT MAN, don't Bogart

Idiots born to genius genies who have no idea what 'orgasm' means, the point's moot

Subspecies is going extinct through no fault of its own, there's the Mulligan, we are It

God's tryin' to get our attention little by little, throwing the unknown into the cesspool

Over the net, into the net, the net of the gross, it's all academic as opposed to my foot.

 

Just a saying in the lexicon of moody, old men getting older & sicker than pending doom

Tomorrow may never arrive for anyone from infant to centenarian or whatever floats a boat

No holes in the hull and no overweight kilos inside of the air-gap will allow the sea's tomb

To see 4/5 of a world's surface with water's one thing, without H2O, Earth's a Space rock.

Hope for hopelessness is useless & a waste of precious time, Faith is all there is for the One

Charity of haters & mean human beings whose childhood would have killed a divine shadow

Left over all strength to survive at all costs, anywhere you move to, everywhere you ever g

 I played the field, became MVP of all time, got buried in a beggar's grave in the house of fun.

Invoices paid, revenue increased in a geometric acceleration until the Void opened up wide

As the river parted for the chosen ones breakin' into the promised land, free love in override

Notwithstanding, inductive deductions of backstabbers in front of your face, I've got to go

All cats and dogs runnin' the hood, because the humans allow it, until the fear gets to blow.

 

Y'all work and play in the swamp & upon the savannah marshes, five will get you ten, man

Shut the mouth of your body which seems to be used in a foul manner, or stop the breathing

Monks came out of the caves on the backstreets to reclaim the claims nobody claims to have

Seeing with all three eyes of the enlightened conscious mind, Cheech & Chong, I am Dave!

Will the supreme melody to replay ad infinitum, while you're dead or asleep in bed, then it'll set

Melody goes something like this . . .  it's a gap in vibration where Nothing and Something matter

Energy of jumping atoms in the molecular structure of elements which have ejected out of the sun

Like it or not, you're a part of it all, microcosm, macrocosm, I don't have a father, I'm immaculate.

I bleed for good, bad & the ugly, offered to fight until the death of livers' lives, common ground

All of the church's nuns know what the good & the bad is, they are the opposite of EVIL, LIVE

#FillerUp!  I thought it was fill HER up until I analyzed the saying, nobody G.A.S., point's moot

It will be what it will be, that goes without saying so I wrote it down, all word for word to boot.

Bee to see, it's the way it is during the honey hunt, lookin' for the bud flowers' dusted dirtiness

Mixed into reproduction, life replaces what's breakin' down into a common denominator scree

Pink or green, all orange, yellow, blue & purple tops, all of it goes up in smoke, oh so radically

Hurts to have pleasure, feels good to see holy pain outside the Speakers' Houses of Unholiness.

Slo Gin fuzz in your face, lookin' like a lost fool in paradise, with no compass, without all of us

Nobody to run or fly with, you are solo & your life will be half as long in an accidental cuss fuss

With bad boys & all the bad girls who grow into bad men & bad women, I'm One, I learned it all

How to win every time a game's played, know the rules & bend the rules, Win, Win, Win or Fall.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER IIIrd, MMXXIII @ 111 PMPST

{ Fouled ball out of the park, just because I thought I was so pretty, & listenin' to @Elvis_Pressley on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/lZMXD5-lFIw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SoulSucker #SoulSurvivor #SoulSearchin'

THE KID DRANK & DROVE

If the final end is as it appears to be when your friends & strangers faithfully depart
Systems are GO & there’s no free choice at the point of no return, you got a heart
But it won’t matter in the long run, requiring blood to continue to beat, let it bleed
First you’ve no idea what’s goin’ on here on Earth, then we get facts of life to heed.

Shown pictures flashing before the mind’s eye from toddler to teen-hero, or villain
Either way the need to bleed has something to do with being descended from seed
Deep within the inner soul of RNA/DNA in organic cells of all fruits, nuts & animals
A code repeater makes it look as if a shape, a size & mental acuity are magic spells.

But there ain’t no magic likely to be the cause of the things themselves, all deja vous
High chaparral along the middle path to keep between safe places in ultraviolet hue
Into the Unknown which is everywhere else than the place you exhibit full attention
We all go, all of us, everyone, everywhere here & now, it’s dead, preconceived Zen.

Marching ahead or walking back and forth behind enemy lines, invisible as the wind
Home was always a far cry from the hole in the wall, the war seemed hell-bent on sin
From first to the last day of every soul’s journey on this holy trip, Nothing’s personal
You don’t have to believe me, faith isn’t required, hope & charity for Angie’s hellbell.

Nobody gets to disappear without a trace, you have bones, blood & your hot spirit
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed since it’s The Law, first or second rule
Nothingness as a concept of an absence of everything, molecular atoms in oblivion
Neutrons, protons & electrons like Harvey @Wallbanger sketches of one man’s Id.

Coming into the very best of the @RollingStones on the @RedSkeltonShow, the abyss
Loud or soft, stones roll uphill on rare occasions but only when your mother’s high
She gets that way when her love for you gets in the way of reality that’s like showbiz
It ain’t but it feels like it, we’re getting older than our skin & bones can handle, I’ll fly.

When it’s the Time I’m given without my agreement and the Time is up, I am Gone
Up or down, inside or outside of Space, emptiness and nothingness, dead men come
Hard or soft for redistribution of national debtor wealth into personal bills of a citizen
Expect that you’ll revolt against this tax on freedom, get ready without getting’ it in.

So hot that the sun is cool compared to the temperature inside my form & matter
It’s all about Substance, the whatever conglomerate of everything on up the ladder
Pawns began, bishops, knights & rooks on boards of 64 squares, 8 squared on Jacob
Now & then it comes right down to this, what we all know is true, corn’s on the cob.

Peace of mind in the piece under your arm, on your back or in your pocketbook hole
Holstered and safety is on, killing for your country or for your revenge, your pride doll
Sagas told, memorized, passed down man to boy, to girl, woman grows fear in a soul
No good reason, just because & it’s for certain we can work it out, y’all gonna drool.

Kid ‘Ice’ worked out the nature the beast, shut up in the closet for an upper 90 degrees
Forced the fear to leave my consciousness, it left but the shadow of smoothness seized
Loosened up the pistons in the cylinders drivin’ the bit of sanity I inherited in ESP boogie
Here we go now, Cadillac Boogie in by the Cadillac of the White Holes, drunk & moody.

Folks dream until they die of fright or happiness, hope you get what you deserve all day
When the sun ain’t shinin’ anymore, how there could be something we’d like, it’ll be OK
Fine or not with me, it’ll come down like it or not, ponies, horses or racin’ cars, trackin’
Around in circles, counter-revolutionary we do the do, pickin’ it all to the beat, grinnin’.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, #Rocktober 2^nd 2023  @ 555 PMPST

{ Drama ensued with this piece created while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ #SlowDown link @ https://youtu.be/bPI7qXVSw5g & #SoonAsIGetPaid link @ https://youtu.be/1va98eMftQ0?si=T2siz2TsX4M6Ob4p }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?