BLUEBERRY PANCAKE SYRUP ON CORNBREAD & CHITLINS #ExpressYourself

  

 HERE IN MY HEART, THE BEST OF MY LOVE

You have not looked ahead far enough to see the forest through the pine and redwood tree

Wind burned them down accidentally or on purpose, don't try to understand why but you seize

As soon as you accept the truth of the understanding, that will be the day of regression's scree

Sleep tight as you will from now until you escape the process, regression in the Milky Ways.

Bowling in alleys before the knife fights between the sharks & jets, as if they've got the turf

Blocks of businesses & residents of flats and condos, paying the gangs for the privilege to surf

On time or early for everything you cannot be late for, including your own stillborn birth war

Between your mothers' loins where your fathers' guns got pointed into oblivion, here you are.

On time and on target for the bull's eye or any circle around it as near to the center as on point

Had it all then lost it all before I knew it, burst a hole in that used to be filled by a twisted joint

I smoked horses before I knew that they were equine death warrants into the CIA contractions

Talking about this & that atomic to cosmic place in Time & Space, historical misrepresentations.

 

Talking to yourself just to get the thoughts written down from the zero's emptiness, temptation

In or out of the shadows, there's no mercy for anything in the end, innocent & guilty mortal sin

I don't care, Buddha don't care & that's all that matters to me, your God ain't mine, go in peace

Learned that Latin when I was seven, to serve the mass of the master who never showed a face.

Being good, being bad are easy but being ugly is impossible for the beautiful above us & below

Harmony in direct synchronization with the peristaltic waves in the ocean's load of sandlot flow

Killed no deputy down there, no sheriff was save though, hard as it was, I shot the sheriff as well

Not all good for the sheriff but the fact is, the sheriff was a jerky boy I went to school with in hell.

 

Ears pricking up when the vibrations mean something like flight or fight time, offense or defense

That's all a matter of Time in Space, causes that create effects, scientific facts and a sixth sense

Psychotic and neurotic teachers who were motherless children teach the children well, the fact is

By osmosis, boys and girls imitate the men and women they see walking in and out of the room.

 

In a hurry to get to & from the restrooms to relieve yourself of the things you ate & drank today

The astronauts have a hookup in outer space, maybe a pamper big toddler size of dump flombet

Artistic yet simply a natural disaster waiting for the lights to go on in the room, click, there it is

It's all cornbread and the chitlins in the plate, my fork's & knife's all in, you're the sharp edges.

 

Opened the blinded eyeballs' eyelids to let in the black light, everything turned ultraviolet pie

Dots in between the lines where the angels fear to go, meaning & the answer to the mystery

Untold in the sentence or paragraph, a pointed way at the crossroads is the godsend gods-eye

Sensation taste and smell touches the soul, eye for an eye tooth, taste smacked out the big guy.

Hotter than you can handle, form of woman, toe to brain-mind of human destiny, mutated DNA

Came out of the apes which were all too human, input the curiosity that killed the cool cats' pay

Day that will live in infamy, when the bombers killed our babies & our property taxes defenses

December Seventh, Nineteen Forty One, #NeverForget it's all history, best of my love's offenses.

 Murder of white crows, murder she wrote, you're killin' me with this bloody murder, you can't tell

Clap your hands like you want to join the party or the One you know you ain't met, ring me a bell

Hard licks will get you to the end just like an aborted entry past the womb, same place, nighty day

Hard rocks just blasted apart at the sign of being apart from another thing, millions of miles away.

Knowledge scent, a smell of wisdom means fools' rules are the only thing any idiot wants to know

Meaning the exact opposite of what's been said, being a figure of ridicule to the jokers who riddle

With real subjects & fake objects predicated without any ultimate purpose, nothing at all, in a Void

Bills & fools' gold to pay are what they are, you will die, they'll still be, you won't, be an android.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday 12-16-2023 AD @ 1830 hours

{ #ExpressYourself, drafted while listenin' to #MellowBlues link @ https://youtu.be/1xGzqu5LRRw?si=8NwzLPCXZ5Rbxdn3 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

I GOT BACK TO THE WORLD BACK IN 1974 AD, 50 YEARS AGO... WheresMyBrothersAndSisters? OnPatrol Winterland1975 .... God is Gooder than Bad eh LynyrdSkynyrd

trumped gridiron & a solo amiga

I want to thank you for bein’ a friend, my only one I care about to walk along this path
I felt the Earth move underfoot; did you feel that shake of the rocks that roll on wrath
Of the mothers & sisters who made this tenderloin and filet mignon of the sacred cow
Disturbed & forgotten, an AM to be #Woke or #Awake, to be or not to be happy below.

How have you been since the last time our minds melted into Ones, multiplication suns
Stars burning the dream’s Time out of the clocks hands and display digits that we doo-wop
Black Magic and some random witch spells from a dusty tome, found in the cosmic slop
Urgent, really urgent, I hear the music, I sing & hum along as the melody screws my sons.

Black night for the riders who appear to be the black knights who joust with the white ones
Being and Nothingness learned the hard way, pain, bleeding out the force that blows minds
Fame and notoriety of the Unknown, the Void is that, all you need to know, existential funds
Paid for the karma, for the Past & the Future are always Present, here & now, for black sons.

Justice is a ham sandwich on rye with a pickle and mustard, forget about the cheese please
Girlfriend you got all the fame I ever want to see in a woman by my side, without a demand
Just to be or not to be as the story goes, we come & we go while the ones left here, work it
Wakes & funerals to pay homage to All Life, conceived in sin and terminating in a holy peep.

Bobbers in a pond, waiting for the catfish to hook up the living, kill & devour a holy hot fire
Pretty babies and mamas, waited all their lives for the One who was always there, on a pyre
Burnt offerings to the powers that seem to be gravitated to the upper atmospheric pressure
Grounded with clipped wings, atrophied eternal deals, can’t keep the contract’s death cure.

Listen to the words, Love is alright if you give it & don’t get it back, to give is divine effulgence
To receive is all too human, newborn babies from a birth’s day until the whole shebang bends
Old enough to grow hair above and below, young enough to be shocked by the unknown gods
Planets of #1 solar system, we are One invisible from 93 million miles away, minute by minute.

Wake up & somebody doesn’t any longer, this is it, nobody will see a picture of a corpse face
Hearts beating as One but this is the End, can’t say when you’ll see me again without a trace
Are we groovin’ in the same world? Then hand me my hat, I’m long gone like a rubber band
Everything I ever did came out right, I was so surprised that I inherited the magical tan sand.

 
Got the ammunition to blow your mind, keep your bones locked up in a solitary confinement
Invoiced for the labor and material girls who bore the boys & girls who turned into punks’ lint
In their bluejeaned pockets, enjoyment of this trip, life is fun and is made for a good time roll
Bring your pistol to a knife fight, it’s survival of the most fit, you might be One, a lady on pole.

Kung-Fu fighters, self-defense masters who had no weapons of rock & metal, chopped suey
Boss bombs all the babies and their parents out of the hate & inferior DNA in the Dead Sea
Once and for all, now y’all can see the end of the world, right here & right now, comin’ down
Split the whole stone into smithereens, dissolve memories so sad, you happy now, clown?

More of the same, less of the nugatory, intercourse of the happy fools, ignorance is blissful
When your body dies, the soul’s releases like marmalade in New Orleans, y’all itty-bitty, fool
At the trough, the water has evaporated into dust, Earth H2O is evaporating, no more cache
No more streams, rivers, lakes or oceans of loose atomic matter, salty & wet as diaper rash.

I kissed you finally & your two lips and tongue burned my mouth, I’m speechless for eternity
Where had you been all my life? Fire was always right there in front of my eyes, I didn’t see
Gripped my heart once the room started jumpin’ and though I stayed cool, I was hot as fire
Bent over, I got that way since you told me to, “Get Bent!” as I changed the flat’s spare tire.

No love for the apes, just a mate to make a family of mortal germs, no offense & none taken
Dreamt it was over when the lights dimmed and switched OFF, wake & funeral I missed mine
Present up there in the coffin, makin’ the force that kills us look respectable, just an illusion
Follow the money, pauper to mogul, universal wisdom is without a Word, you’re a mortal sin.

Neighborhood your parents dropped you into put you in position to succeed the cosmic seed
Nucleus replicates immortality & terminates the thinking things along with the oblivious feed
I got higher than your kiss and eyes take me, the way was clear, the jet’s engines blew minds
A few hundred dead in a second of a blasted crash, bodies strapped into @Swifty tight ends.

On the way to a funeral, goin’ to somebody’s mansion in the sky, it’s invisible to the naked eye
Mystery is darker than you can see with your mind, shock and awe got you #Woke, don’t cry
It’s over when it’s over, nobody knows the reason why, maybe the faded rose means it’s dyin’
Ready and set even if your soul isn’t and the fade makes you smile, last move is the sighin’!
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Friday, 12-15-2023 @711 AMPST

{ Killed this Word Flambe while shakin’ peaches out the tree & jammin’ to #Crossroads link @SteveMillerBand #Joker link @ https://youtu.be/R3SLX25fTss?si=zMroOz4X2GQDsrlj }

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

NEVER FORGET THIS Y’ALL

RIDING ON THE INTERSTATE, SLEEPING AND DREAMING WHILE #WOKE #NUDGE

CHAIN GANG CREATED #49 YEARS AGO, BACK TO THE WORLD’S TIGHT PANTS 

Drop tops, Love’s children all comin’ down to the bottom of the hill with their tight pants pulled down
Silly Willie yet serious as a train-wreck on the river bridge, head on crushed bodies used to be clowns
Now & then, dead & gone bones of the ancestors joined with the Present’s Past future tense, I’m in
It sure ain’t a sin to be movin’ along with the slow traffic flow, ‘til the express lane opens, I’m ridin’.

A pink Cadillac or just a tricycle grandpa and daddy made under the tree for me, by the red fire engine
I rolled on from four years old to one day ago, that’s droppin’ the pedal now, 1955 to 2024’s back door
Now you are caught in the mouse-man trap, you ain’t getting’ away cousin, you’re snapped on the tail
Our pulling away just hurts so you just stay put & die with the cheese in your jaws, rollin’ on to no avail.

On the way you never know when the whole shebang terminates and fades to blacker than black Space
Outer limits of the twilight zone are the places where Original Sin was committed, high miraculous’ face
Divine is also all too human, man, you couldn’t see this One comin’, was always right there in plain sight
Fisticuffs in black belt’s 3rd degree forms, here & on the other side where skills are needed, Love’s fight.

Yes men and the No women cooperate to fix the evolutionary discord, extinction any second, it’s yours
Not a whole family or the whole population of planet Earth, just the original air breather oxygen whirs
Mix in nitrogen & hydrogen and carbon dioxide 9-5 and there you have it, Life as we know it, here, now
Minute you get to the other side, you find the crossroad to pick your last pick, right down in hell below.

Junk you got in your trunk ain’t comin’ out until the master pops the top, then we’re gone, Be long gone
Pitter patter of your heart knows this is the Truth, blind faith in your leaders gets you a pauper grave, son
Visions in black & white until the color fleshed out the wounds of being the fallen angels of the black sun
It’s an actual Black Hole, invisible & you’ve fallen i but you can’t quit until you pay back the debt’s loan.

Full of your Self, are you kiddin’ me? That’s the lesson to be learned, survival of the most fit, dead, gone
Nobody, nothing, not an animal or an amoeba or anything on this food chain of the Divine, invisible bone
Came in orgasm, dropped the pedal & animated the invisible to form a thing long gone, artifacts of God’s
Maybe there’s more than One but it’s an accident, the mind got blown into a Singularity, no Earth floods.

There you go, here and now, yesterday and tomorrow, in a nutshell, you came & you’re gonna go fast too
Breathing one day and corpus dillecti the next night, stickin’ needles in & out, suckin’ out your juice goo
Spirit of hoping you can indulge in the uncivilized lie of the Ether, of empty Space’s middle of a fixed 9-5
Draw that last gasp, keep in mind that you can’t hold yo’ breath, drop the top & feel the breeze, Be alive.

If and when you get either above the fray or below the six feet of dirt that no bones can escape, it’s true
Earth is the dirt, leftover remains of the star we call the Sun, when you realize this then you’ll all be blue
More than all musical riffs from the Blues men & Blues women who played us for pay, like a queen’s fool
That’s the king, a prince of the paupers, mothered and fathered before the dawn of the day, God’s cool.

Devil is ‘Lived’ spelled backward, realize the meaning of that and you’re on the way to your final ending
Fear no humans who threaten to kill your body, they can’t terminate Soul if you have one, mind bending
It’s a struggle of every single living cell in this genome to remain above the underground, overblown TNT
Dynamite mix to re-ignite the dying cinders, leftover by your deadbeat dads & welfare moms of the Free.

You got to the by-and-by without a map to get from the dot you occupy to the dot you don’t occupy yet
Growing form from nothing to something in a New York moment in Time, Philly or Big Apple love, I bet
Historical dreams turn into reality and then fade away to be forgotten in the Void, where you’re all from
Opened closure to this saga, a baby cries, gets old & still weeps like a baby, nowhere, God, Man’s dumb!

If you get lucky, maybe you’ll become a father & mother of future dead-beat dads & single mother fads
Welfare will pay because the society pays for the foul events occurring from a civilized world of savages
Prisons work, jails all rejected humanity, isolated DNA to prevent further replication of the idiot savants
Holy names of people, elevated or devolved, evidence destroyed, this is actually the planet of big ants.

Crawling, slithering, crawling, scooting, sky walking, running to the gliders & jets for takeoff to the stars
As if you could ever get away from the grave you’ll be in to isolate the stench of your leftover food fares
Period of your blood flow, with or without the moonshine, down by the riverbed, we’ve copulated here
Fake wisdom, ain’t no hereafter, all because of society’s glut, Man’s stench gets one hungry grizzly bear.

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Freezember XIV^th MMXXIII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Killed the Life, murdered the alewife, if there’s Hades below, y’all gonna go, drafted while listenin’ to @Curtis_Mayfield #IfTheresAHellBelowWereAllGonnaGo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xbRwRa2ZDfU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

REMEMBER NOTHING BUT EVERY LAST THING, PORCH PIRATE INSTRUCTIONS #NEVERforgetNEVER #GIMMEbacMYBullets #Slick

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YOYO, HARVEY BANGIN’ #STFU

SssssssssssnakessssssssssS

Paying the price for the high cost of living in a dream without the key to wake up, One infinite slumber
I don’t complain since the alternative is a deep black hole’s singularity in which you crush to a number
Caused by the First Cause, this last effect is the culmination of intense pressure of being a brother-in-law
To the sisters of charity and sisters of faith and hope, all of you all help extinguish the species debt to Ra.

Finishing the painting now, it appears to be a portrait of things themselves without mentioning a fact
That life is accidentally an appearance of the unmoved mover in an animated capacity, animal if you will
Being and Nothingness is the full Monty, nothing else matters and if it did, nobody would care, not One
Or else, I’m in error & I’ve mistakenly turned love to scat, making it, feeling it, doing it, like it or not, son.

Your job is to get to the end after the beginning, a story of you being born and dying here and now, boy
You can’t expect anything better than this, better than being freezing cold & homeless on a dead end sea
Where wise men fear to go, here I am obviously on the other end of that wisdom, ignorance is the bliss
Sought and found it, lurking in my dark, backroom where we smoke & play poker for greenbacks & this.

Words said and sung out loud, comin’ out of grooves in vinyl or magnetic impressions on tape & disc
Bums and junkies made all of this possible, just by failing to learn the lesson of the human struggles
Finding yourself without parents, siblings, friends or contacts, all alone, being One, need to be frisked
There’s arms undercover, fire blasters in an empty vacuum, again where I am, this is all there is, kissed.

I care but it doesn’t matter, you don’t care & that matters even less, you & I won’t see eye, drop a dime
Forget the ending, it’s not important since the journey was all that mattered, unmoved mover all done
Head games, dreaming that reality IS a dream inside a deeper menagerie of divinity’s passing the Times
Around and around the world it goes, spinning & wobbling in orbit around the God of Void, White Suns.

Paused forever with pall bearers who have Blind Faith in Nothing beyond the here & now cosmic stews
Recollect your life before it’s all over, it’s all you get, don’t get fooled by the imitators who cause blues
I think I’m a special thing itself, I’m a form, a shape and the stuffing in the psycho-social disgust of Life
Alive on Earth, in a bassinet or a crib or just a manger of hay in a lean-to hut, a star of a sleeping wife.

It will come, it will go, death is inevitable, subconsciousness training of the good, bad and the fugly
To be or not to be alive on Earth is a magical accident, nothing personal, on point to see a bug in me
That all the moron orphans know The Way without the parental guidance of the accidents conceived
Which formless form of matter forms into the shape of the Present tense in a Past-Future tense seed.

I do what I do, I say what I say, I got this metadata from apes, those who died a while ago, centuries
Millennia timeout, seven continents of reality’s wisdom gleaned of observation & sharing the Word
Of your dead mama, that’s all it was, a way to become alive on Earth when you were extinct, a Dodo
Birds of bloody idiots who use nothing but their ancestors blind faith in masters, like a dunkin’ yoyo. 

All premature death is in the womb, everyone else gets their shot in the dark, we come & go
Onto the #Finale of critical race theory, extinction is caused by celibacy and DNA evil alive
Meaning of the understanding is all there is, either we’re divine or all too human, as above
So below then, here we are & away we go, wisdom locked into consciousness of pure love.

Death and dying is a mood swing for the spirit that didn’t exist before conception, oh well
You win some & you lose some, some you come into the finished race of the human shell
Step by step, centimeter by centimeter in macrocosm, you die unhappy, see what I mean
Or maybe you won’t see that, you’ll fly with angels or score in Hades with the big Dean.

Losers and winners come and go, you know that, you’re one or the other but never both
The lost die unhappy, the winners die unhappy, happiness is staying alive, the whole Truth
Read Plato’s and Socrates’ screeds and attempt to apply the wisdom to no avail, we’re dead
Imbecile with The Will To Power, Existence is a faux perception of light from UV to infrared.

Remember your conception? Remember your birth? Remember Pearl Harbor? Who did it?
You know & I know, it was indeed 80-90 years ago, 1941 Anno Domini at the Hula Hoop teat
Those pink cadillacs have a punch like getting’ kicked by a mule, it ain’t a Shirley Temple shot
It’s last call for alcohol, #HarveyWallbanger shakes her spider web, now then, what you got?

Therefore, menstruation is crazy, there’s a reason for it, Womankind ought to have had a say
Alas, begin & end in the same place we were before our fathers screwed our mothers’ DNA
Sandy continents because of seven seas dehydrating into thin air, above and beyond the pale
You and I, you who read the Word & conclude the meaning of my induced deductions of Yale.

I’m going into a death spiral, hit some black ice on the backroad, spun off the origin’s Gold
Worship myself, my skin and bones, it’s all I’ve got & all I love will get me to the hella load
Whining will not accomplish Winning although if you delete an ‘h’ & input an ‘n’, it’s good
Darker than sunlight, in my soul a deficit of grace leads me to end, buried, burned or food.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XIII^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @0600 hours

{ Sucked this gravity out of 208 bones this AM while jammin’ to #StressReliefMusic on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/RmrVwqbYbFU?si=L5ZDHMuVxwQz136- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

@Armstrong_GettyRadioShow @kste650AM

PHILLISTEENS ROCKIN' @RichieStephens

GODS’ AFFIRMING THE NUGATORY, STEPPIN’ IN SOCIETY

Systemic racism being articulated by the inferior minds leftover from the idiot savants’ minds
They know nothing about philosophy, mathematics or science yet they know it all, gold mines
Here’s the DNA message inside of human genome, you’ve forgotten, you’ve lost divine insight
Merely one of the many, here and now & soon to be dead & gone, light turns to night, all right.

Whole shebang disappears once you cease your heartbeat & blood flow from toenails to mind
On the ground or way above the atmospheric pressure that keeps the things downtown to find
Miracles on 3rd Avenue near the old town, it’s a #RushStreet strip of clubs ready to give up gold
Unto emotional rescue offered by the alcohol & squeezings of plants & flowers fire up the old.

Build the bombs that you won’t use to annihilate the entire equatorial system, pole to pole tip
Ego dissolved, money wasted on the lead before it turned to gold, it’s an anomaly of the ship
Full of the rats and grain in the belly of the ship, as it sinks slowly, bow to stern, they ain’t cryin’
It is the food for the fish, from the Bowery to the Taylor Street robots who knife fight with sin.

Shaved the hair off of every meter of skin, slick as the day babies are born, naked to the world
Above and below, everything remains the same, avoid Nothing like the plague, a love unfurled
Ends are identical to the pre-origin of the cosmos, Void, empty of things, concepts to analyze
Until the bottom disappears and you find the struggle is to stay alive; murder food with eyes.

You must eat, you must defecate, you can shut the phuquin up from now until the end’s times
Punks grow from babies into the apes you observe before you, a family, friends & all the foes
Isolate the moment, you’re here, I’m here, we’re present in the moment, stoppin’ on a dime
High above here, you can’t breathe, your heart ceases to beat, blood congeals the pump time.

Hello and goodbye, it could be worse, you may have never been a sage, but you think, ergo
You exist to move, to animate the rocks and mud underfoot, stacking the dirt & glass shards
Where Godzilla and King Kong raid the Far East & force the people to ignite the world’s end
Movie harbinger of mankind’s brave trek in the middle of nowhere, uh may I please offend?

You got lucky to be here, you never know what’s gonna happen the next minute or decade
Accidental or intentional is the nature of the Occult, find this & get self-conscious Kool-Aid
You will need it all from the time you find out the Truth until your last gasp of oxygen’s day
Black night, black knights move in it as if it’s broad daylight, third eye adjustment, I will pay.

All I must do is release the bloodhounds out of the psyche within, I am not in charge of the poll
Or One Mortal Original Sin, Adam & Eve were on their own, obligation to obey their master, Man
God’s apes evolved my arse, I don’t think so, I came from one egg & one gamete from papa’s soul
Dad may not have known, he was the God of my existence, he knows now, pops, RIP has-beens!

Whatever the peach looks like may be what it tastes like, sweeter than sugar pie, a sour anomaly
By the sea, on the coast or in the middle of the dry, dirty red & black rocks, here & now we are
Known & occult data hammering your head into logical conclusions & irrational arguments’ afar
From the actual nature of Reality, nature of this human beast, alive for a spin or two in a Tesla car.

Ready to be set but you’re never, ever gonna go, here to stay in one spot without moving a muscle
Disappearing form fading away right before your very eyes, look in the mirror, reflect your kerfuffle
I am what you are, invisible in a hundred years unless I’m dreaming & sleeping right now, forever
On the other hand, eat, drink & be merry for tomorrow, it’s Luke 12:19, New King James Version. 

Precisely,
“So, I commended enjoyment, because a man has nothing better under the sun than to eat, drink

& be merry; for this will remain with him in his labor all the days of his life which God gives him under the sun.”

Precisely! 

  Master rules Slaves’ Cylinders.

OH NO YOU DIDN’T!

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 12-12-2023, @ 711 AMPST

{ Goin’ off cock-sure with this little ditty of #CriticalTheoryOfMe while listenin’ to @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow @kste650AM }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?