#Tricky #WAR #GypsyManDaddio

HURTING FEELINGS, ADDICTED TO YOUR SPREAD-OUT JUNK

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Full of your mother’s milk that she never gave you when you cried of starving

Happiness with that teat in the lips to suckle the dream for months, a formula fling

Darling dolls animate the sky that needed to be touched & deep kissed on the spleen

Even Italian, German or Russian or Chinese or Indonesian or any australopithecine.!

I kid you not with horns blowin’ Chicago riffs ‘tween composite drumbeats, a bad w#ore

On the floor or everywhere in the air of the headphones or concert halls, staring blindly

Into Space & Time before you have to return to reality of the ancestors of 25 or six 24

Invoiced payment made, paid in full, solvent, tiny pockets too deep to be an anomaly.

Thunder broke the silence, lightening invaded darkness’ sporadic flashes of brilliance

Had to roll with the punches or be swallowed by the mind’s eye, subconscious stance

Survive with the most possible leisure & pleasure without pain, that’s the ticket punched

Listen to one octave moving through the ether, into & out of your head’s jaw, munched.

We used to say, “I got you, I love you!” then it broke down in Time, high-heel peasant

For the apes alive and dead, all you get is everything pole to pole, astronauts lament

Laughing gas required to keep it up when there’s a reality that doesn’t deserve sheep

Like any other benign being in the universe, surprised to be alive, y’all #Woke asleep.

Greek men and women copulated to generate the alpha and omega men, it’s all I know

Haves & Have-Knots run the show, rule the roost, pretending it’s immortally a job blow

Pierce the invisible barrier as a bullet through silk, it’d be sad if it wasn’t so ludicrous too

She loves me she said, over & over again, I asked to be loved tomorrow just yesterday

Amazed, fixed like a traffic ticket before it enters the docket of a judge who hates judges

Honor, honesty, trustworthy \ loyal until the last heartbeat, like musketeer escrimaderos

Clear the docket, I am retiring tomorrow, having a coronary today, in ICU for the twilight

I couldn’t forget about you, forget about it…everything else within reason, it’s why I fight.

Bums and junkies just our cousins, children of the miscreants who mated without joy

All we got left is the kids without the golden rule to follow, altruism never implanted, boy

Girl got half but not the whole complement of the shebang, not their fault, couldn’t be so

Or maybe it could be so since it is so just once, it’s the biggest part of Me, take a blow!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 505 AMPST

{ Completo while jammin’ to @Ambrosia LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw }https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw

F I N I 

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sodium Chloride of the Dirty Rockin' Piece of Stardirt & MOI

GOT WHAT YOU GOT BECAUSE TIME GOT OUT THE WAY OF SPACE

Betting no more than the gold in my pockets, all in for the call, I bet my hand beats yours, fly

Gods try to come down to Earth for a sorte of human females, don’t know why they multiply

Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the epidermal layer, which allows the privilege of it all

Complete with a partial implant in your jaw, check your six, your back is uncovered to bear pall.

Fabulous in every sense you can muster, knowing the opposite usually occupies Space & Time

Not today or tomorrow because history has already occurred in the future of the present, keep up

With the explanation and final conclusion in your arsenal that can’t be seen by the unanointed

It ain’t nothing personal, you ain’t screened & you ain’t clear for enlightenment, feel the crime?

What it feels like to be innocent and still charged with the guilt as if it was your own fault, dude

Chicks, I’m talkin’ ‘bout y’all too, deep inside of the conversational analyzation of concept food

Subjects and predicates shining the starlight on the blackboard, expose nekid Truth’s white sheet

Understand true that, total comprehension is a temporary lapse of reasonable gold, y’all gotta eat.

Brothers & sisters related like cousins above in heaven & down in hades, where angels fear to go

Utter satisfaction with having no desire, no need, nobody to care about to save life from dying so

Knowing that knowledge is impossible helps a bit, we’ll get over those red lights on the curves

Eyes shut tight yet wide open, seeing Nothing clearly, subjective nouns & action Love 30 serves.

Sounds mean something if and only if you agree on the definition of Word, it’s the thing itself

As it appears to the innocent perceiver with eyes wide open for the first time on Time’s life shelf

Smoke is happy, fire it hot to burn every atom into crumbled ash, dropped in gravity’s grave fate

Deep bury down below where archangels fear to go, can’t get up out of the hole, carrying weight.

Holy and red hot, unblessed and cold as dry ice, smokin’ freezing oxygen and hydrogen in & out

Grim reaper drinks down deeply to the center of galactic neutrons, protons & electrons in doubt

River of truth and lies flow to the infinite ocean to merge with the Void nature of your mama teat

In her arms we were, she kept us warm with a smile until the teeth bit the sore skin, kid got beat.

Spanked on a plastic diaper, no reason to understand why, cause effected mothers under the bus

That she loved you and would protect you being the immature mama who just had to be that way

Teenage mama can’t buy time, too much to be distracted by the addictions & play ‘House’ today

Babysitting for single mothers nets cash from the AFDC coffers & welfare kids now rule the US.

Here and now to save existence of animals and plants on all seven continents, dried-up wetland

Beaches or jagged, huge, stone rocky cliffs eroded by constant waves of the tidal pools inland

Hip to be a square or a Rubik Cube more sooner than later, I put the hurt on the innocent amigas

Not only am I to blame for the pain, the suffering but also the happiness they got rid of me arse.

Now & then you see through the veil to the actual nature of the beast within, it’s always the same

Fear and loathing as if it’s not you yourself, you really start trippin’ when the Truth unfolds fame

Books recorded in cyberspace, on compact disc, magnetic tape, 8 track, reel-to-reel, cassette split

Too tired to go on without a hip replacement, you know like I know, you’ll die once they slice it.

Y’all are in the know when you’re in the money, as the old song goes… duh do dah dah, la la la

It’s usually the same one over & over until the young delete the files & cover up the Truth as it is

In & out of consciousness yet awake as if in a dream while unconscious recording my super ego

The game and the score disappear into the ether once the corpse begins decrepit to the evil ends.

All pretentious for the sake of survival, ahead of the pack, you can keep track of ‘em in a mirror

Never need to cohabitate or commiserate with any of the minions or the literati of the stone door

Live for today, tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to produce itself ta mind, neither God’s nor this plebe

If & only if you resist the power, then you’ll be rewarded & be completely set, again, to be free.

Larger than a microscopic byte on a hard drive or a bit smaller than a huge byte, even steven

Broods got bred this way either voluntarily or via draft of unwilling to defend strangers of Zen

Recreated after annihilation without knowledge, just the power to be right when y’all on the ball

Nobody is right or wrong all the time except for the alpha and omega male, last call for alcohol.

Complete and impartial for the conclusion uplinked to be the only rational epitome of probability

Knowing Truth’s higher ground value of Gold and Gas flowin’ out of your behind’s high-end te

Keep your handicap down, win championship without your over drafting savings for wet dreams

Fortune cookie with no prediction to be ahead of the moment, graphic blank and empty schemes.

All is not alright, but you must deny the facts of life, your father didn’t tell you, nobody told him

Many centuries of breeders attempting to achieve perfection without an equal anywhere on Earh

Blood runs, gravity pulls, Space expands, Time measures burnt calories in a lean, mean machine

Recollection of any reason to be conceived, live & die in a hundred spins, more or less afterbirth.

Free to be dependent on the water and wine to wash down the body of the holy sheet

Most high and more low than the grapes that grow on the ripe vine, a meet and greet

Between the spirits inside and the ones outside of you that gain entry, imbibe, scream

Next day, getting hammered again is the only way to die, Life’s but a fickle wet dream.

Homer and Marge, well they have nothing on the parents of Bevis & Buthidae, fer shizzle

Blueprints have a plan to build a mountain of stone, brick & fiber glass beads give me a rash

Earth is the unholy name of the dirt, no feet to march or hands to clap, myriad of shyty fizzle

Doctors and lawyers trained for hours and minutes to interview people who donate cold cash.

Helping your body up off of the ground due to gravity’s attraction to your backbone & skull

Average or above, up to & including the genius, evil or better than the mostly good, ruler fool

Wink to show the joke is on the joker, punch line is crooked but if delivered right, it flies cool

Above and below the pattern on the surface, live, die, disappear and be forgotten, eat it all evil.

Dreamin’ a little dream of me tonight baby, it’ll be fine in the morning, I’ll disappear once again

Heart is all mine right? We don’t need to linger there when we’re awake, we’ll dream being Zen

Complete or not, it’s necessary to be sufficient to get to the end of the purpose’s logical reason

Accident your father met your mother, conceived, gestated to be born in blood and fetid water.

Kisses & hugs holding the bones tight, kept the inner sanctum inside invisible Jordan almonds

Found a wad behind the unworthy where they never look for anything valuable, safe diamond

Ineffable sound heard deep within where the sun never shines, a thing itself’s, shapeless double

Monkey see what monkeys do, apemen stuck in perpetual repetition of the 24/7 Earth wobble.

Hurry to wait until someone else takes so much time, you wind up being later than required too

Had to be ready to move from heaven to Earth once the love was made, it’s a dream trip of fools

What I was, I am & always will be, a convenient Truth wrought by the ancient command scrolls

Pink to ultraviolet purple in all wavelengths’ frequencies, dying, fading to black as lights go out!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this emerald while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBank #DreamALittleDreamOfMe in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0rhFYl2H-2g?si=23qDPquqmhR8Ocez }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NotAllTooHumane #Clapton #Satriani #Vai #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt ? #TraceAdkins #Pitbull #KamaKameleone @TheSimpsonsEdgarAllenPoe

HarrisTimmyTwoForNone

JUPITER’S RACIST NUTJOBS, SONS OF JOB, BY JOVE

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Five or six times in a lifetime, you, me & everybody else will do what love does to the genes

It ain’t our faults that the programmer was an evil genius who created us on silver screens

With or without compassion, it’s the mitosis & meiosis that are categorical imperatives, son

Why this Earth and other planets are like electrons going around a nucleus we call a Sun.

Did I say one word about the nature of this beast named aptly, One all too human nekid ape

Why, who, what, how, where, when pronouns and adverbs break into the inter-gender warp

If you think about it, assuming you follow logic & reason to deduce rational conclusions, die

It’s the only possible method to get out of the conception awarded to hand-picked egg pie.

It’s all from the 3.14 pi that can neither be divided nor multiplied, I read it in a dusty book

A tome in a library paid for by the profits of wise men and women who made a good buck

Upon the blood, sweat and tears of the great grandparents and their own great kin, I stand

This stardirt leftover of a Big Bang or another theoretical origin for Life in the universal can.

Argument again, not a word salad heated under a microwave oven radiation but a holy truth

Why you were born & why you’re here & now all answers uncovered by sweet pie fructose

Dead & gone, soul as well just like your precedent ancestral history, fictional spooky tooth

Hominid extinct sometime after say, 5000 A.D. & the writing on the walls’ cyberspace goes!

Nowhere to be found, nobody to find it, just a dead-end street of rocks that don’t roll again

Highlights and low lights are the same to a blind man or deaf woman, you hear & see Zen

It’s all there is to know at your final gasp of wind, remember memory flashing by imagery

Wine & whiskey leftover on the wedding party tables, you’re drunk & blind, kid rockin’ me.

Party hardy with the rockin’ melodies of word salads rhyming the sound of God’s One OM

Bitten hard by the vibrating bytes comin’ from my keyboard & widescreen display of foam

Right of center, left of center, all united in One center, coast to coast is a DNC besmirch

Oh, Chicago, my hometown, traffic ain’t going to be the same, remember 1960’s beotch?

Punks created from the eggs of burnt-out Chevrolet pig iron and grease monkey shining

From the ending in reverse, backward or forward, everything & nothing remains the same

Always includes sometimes, Space is limited to the surface of Earth, all too human fame

Frederiche resolves the conundrum so what you don’t know won’t hurt you, I’m whistling.

Beer and vodka and gin and whiskey and rye, drink or smoke damned Earth’s world peace

Harm to nothing and nobody is the philosophy of Extinction of Species, RNA programmed

Point to your sisters and mothers for the responsibility of keeping the species deadened

Higher than the high jump that any human has ever cleared in the olden days of Greece.

Homeruns, triples, doubles, singles, walks all add up to the mortal sins of the Dreamers

Asleep inside of a red hot womb, inside one of twelve rooms of old Zeus’ master baiters

Kill the babies because they ain’t borne into the air yet, that’s the key to extinction’s saga

You will be gone, everything will be gone, theoretically innocent, for the love of lasagna.

Apes repeating the history ad infinitum, ESP & high IQ combined to initiate the reaction

Nuclear split of hydrogen atoms in spontaneous combustion, fission-fusion mortal sin

Dead immortal souls on the floor of the battle, the War ends here and now, all over today

Happiness of beatniks and hippies caused the nuclear ending of War, so, just press play.

Brittle like the sweet and hard peanut butter, you know it’s hard but you bite it anyway, so

Die or live with it, even if you don’t reproduce your own kind, you’ll influence free to go

Interest in logic, reason, ancient wisdom, current affair application, that’s what all men

Jump the shark, the fin is jammed into the open glory hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

Of course, I’ll stay on course for the surprise ending that even a psychic couldn’t guess

No encore after the curtain falls, the stage’s characters & scenery disappear into thin air

As if they were never there in the first place like a dream within a dream of Edgar Allen Poe

Symbolic vowels and consonants compounding the predicates, subjects & objects of roe.

Said it all without uttering one word, a look and an eyebrow wrinkle cause unrelenting fear

Loathing the very ground these chumps are conceived upon, I mean both the One & Many

As if the rats in charge are not our cousins of cousins, whether acknowledged or not, dear

Explore the wilderness outside of your skull for the good, the bad , all ugly & a pretty penny.

Here’s sunken treasure you’ve overlooked, your highness, my lord, golden calf filet mignon

Without the right kind of gas in the air, you’d suffocate & be dead in a New York Minute, son

Elevate your ego’s subconsciousness back up to Nirvana, know it’s a holy, sweet cherry pit

It’s optics and audio, inside of a groovy tube that turned into a digital display of bull’s shyte.

Far out away from here where we stand, sit & sleep, a colder rock can’t be unburied, moon

I know nothing yet I believe you know a thing or two, the clash is the day or night so soon

After you’re all born and raised, retired for the duration on your pension & reverse mortgage

Hippies and beatniks drown under the H2O, they groomed century old love, Plato the sage.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, August 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Dripped from the leaking faucet before the dam broke & released the deluge all over the garage’s cement floor, while listenin’ to #IGotARockAndRollHeart @Eric_Clapton on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNMfXRQxHFg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlindByBlackLight #CopyXeroxFakeNews #HowLongCanThisGoOn #WAR #ThePointerSisters #Springsteen #BeatClub

HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON THIS CHICK ON THE SIDE?

It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, you get scared before you discover that you’re the monster within

There’s the fruit of the loom that’s the cream of the crop, you’ll know it if you commit a sin

Against the laws of God & Mankind, there’s commands and there’s categorical imperatives

You have no free will other than that blind faith in the notion, it has no factual precedence.

After the last day you’re alive, there’s a residual realization, you’re long gone & police backers

Plain as day, the nightlife is awake and full of the #Woke chicks on the side, unmarried slackers

It’s just their nature, there’s nothing uncreated, these are the divine’s creatures in self-image

Broken arrows on the hardened hearts in the things themselves, heathens and warriors aged.

Since the day or night we see the light, nothing is ever the same again among the innocent kin

Brothers, sisters, cousins, multiple great, great grandparents and great grandchildren, Space In

Things themselves are like this & that form, shaped & functioning DNA program fishin’ for carp

Cause of Earth & Sun, Void because of Space & Stars above & beyond Eve’s evil two-time warp.

Suggest the propositional logic be written backward to understand the induced conclusion hit

Between the eyes or just a passing, indiscriminate passing of the future into the past, sick of it

Or not, maybe you adore the function with no end in sight, on your best behavior to be a hobo

Just a bum caught up in a world-wide spider web, failed to escape a tricky situation, job blow.

Love gets over you when I find something or someone new, all pass in and out of the scheme

Fear and loathing of the rumors and propaganda will get you no trophy-wife status ‘V’ dream

Do not enter the zone between daylight and twilight where Chicken Little shouts up to the sky

Hemlines go up & down to attract or detract to the reason for the species survival, climax, die.

Some girls and boys will grow up to reproduce either maladaptive or adaptive payors of alms

To govern the beasts who cannot or will not follow the commands of the Golden Rule BLMs

Capece Italiano or not, what matters is that the Truth about life on Earth is told and heard too

In Sanskrit, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Nepalese, German, whole Babel tower’s clue.

Freaks evolved out of the perfect creation of a supernatural essence of the divine Void squeeze

Without wondering about why you’ve not become more in tune with the fission and fusion biz

Awareness of your freaks of nature in the middle of your families enculturated in mortality sin

Not their fault they’ve descended from the disobedient, ungrateful, immortal hominid muffin.

Heroines and heroes out to devour the villainesses and villains of Oyl Can Harry vibe, just sayin’

It really doesn’t matter, yet just to keep the flow of the river on the way to the deep blue sea

Avoiding the dams and holes of bottomless maelstroms somewhere in Time and Space hidden

Blind faith and skepticism of the mentally inept who believe that they’re enlightened in ZaZen.

Light in the shadows will need sustenance in the middle of nowhere, where we are in Space

Ask any space traveler who has both come and gone in and out of this atmosphere, far away

Near or further than the moon, scared of Nothing these far out men and women, saints of RA

Never has even one pharaoh or queen of Mankind been able to survive one last alien drama.

Open up about our arguments blaming “them” for the things they’ve done to the minions

Subjects of the sovereign objects of reverence and respect, just because you sired the sons

Of the virgins who bore them, unnamed but loved for a momentary lapse of reason’s logic

Deducing conclusions, irrefutable premises, RNA wad of categorical imperatives out a dick.

What all of that means is that I didn’t want to frighten anyone with the actual, naked Truth

It’s not beautiful or even a little pretty but it’s alive and kickin’ here and now, spooky tooth

Ghost in the machine will be removed when the corpse is introduced to the maggot infest

Don’t shoot the messenger, conclusions are your own, production of facts are to ingest.

Who among you all have come to conquer this world and become the czar of us all?

Nobody? I thought so. It’s nothing personal meant to offend anyone in particular

Rendering all of the flesh & bones into the ether which has more volume than God

Oh, remember those early days at the desks, in the single file lines from 5 to 23 Ball.

Reasons for the dark side is every side is dark but the spots in the middle of nowhere

Those are so bright they blind your eyesight, death & mortal life disappear somewhere

Can’t bury it all underground unless it wasn’t there in the first place, copy that down too

Put it in the history, you’ll let it bleed out and it’ll die and be edited out, killed what grew..

Pretension filling your reality because there is nothing else to blow your open mind’s eyes

Bottoms up before you get slammed on the mat or the hardened ground above the skies

Only get what you give and that’s more than enough, it’s fair game & fair play, apes’ swings

Not tomorrow or today, it is ancient history you hated to know, kill slaves, pass away kings.

Willing to see the invisible and to hear the inaudible, to inhale the gas fumes of corpses

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seven continents and several millennia in remorse

All you have left is what you see now, it is what you get, all of it, hook, line & sinker sets

Tears that you couldn’t sweat without a mix of blood & tears ‘til heroes turned to vets

Frogs jumped, humans jumped off lily pads and bridges over troubled water, dead right

Nobody to argue about the deductions and invalid conclusions without putting up a fight

Yet, it is what it is & I can’t say more than that, it’s a matter of time before even I #STFU

Above and below, at one point, at one time, only you know & I know, which way is up!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Vanilla Fudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn (1967) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=PpyunX4NLTfjbTNl  & #OneMinuteYoureHere @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/s-RT3nxr3T4?si=2pKxk7ITds5bFedV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkippTwoMyLouLouLouise #SheAintNoHollabacker #ThePointerSisters

NOT AS HOT AS PART DEUX’S PLETHORA

Now then, talk to me to find out what’s goin’ on in the world as we know it, natural fun
Home is away from home everywhere you set yo’ foot, in and out of the dreaming sons
Becoming free when you’ve been indentured during your hot, baked cells in yo’ mama
Man, you ain’t anything special, you were born in blood & pain, no fault of my ol’ papa.

Valleys and rivers are all that’s left of this H2O packed marble of star dirt, fertile soil
Mountains high as the sky allows without freezing into Plutonic black ice & tin foil
Giving it all up with the last gasp of breath, it’s like the first gasp, slapped on the arse
As a baby gets taught by the father, it’s as above, so it is below, whiskey glass farce.

Good for me that old sexual feeling I’ve had since I can’ remember, decades liked her
I did, so hold me responsible for facts of life, dead-gone like all the rest, holla lover
I may drown in the infinite ocean pool or in the middle of nowhere on a mountaintop
In Tennessee, Illinois, Montana or California, these bones won’t travel much further.

I have no tweets of mercy for the unforgivable, divinity can’t cope with the Truth chit
The ones we’ve told since we learned to speak about things as I surf the curling wave
Played games, became serious only when we lost to the winners who got down with it
Mothers of other men, loved me because I wasn’t their own lover, slid into third safe.

Here comes judgement from the know-it-all tricksters who rule the roost you’re all in
No free choice to be the way you are, you’ve stepped into the trap without knowing sin
Mortal or original candy for the mending of the sorrow and pain invested in by a Savior
To save us all from ourselves, our mortal souls will not live forever, that’s the Truth, sir.

Time and Space are the duality expression of what you cried about as an infantile kid
Just a single moment after you get out of here alive, you’ll fly like a ghost like me, I hid
Away from the perception of a mind in the heads, blinded by light or not, know the kind
What it all is, ought to care, maybe y’all don’t, my mind heard it through the grapevine.

Split the ends and formed one, united, infinite line without bending the god-like bloke
Dreams end, music stops, the story is told & retold so many times, you forget it’s over
Story ended before you heard the beginning words created out of the wild blue yonder
Dog gone it, we began down under to rise above it all, it’s a tell-all, wake up the #Woke!

Feeling nothing when unconscious, it means so much to machines to up & download
Ghosts superfluous like supergirls who bear God’s blessed children, all off the road
Before you were enlightened your mind was blank & mired in innocent ignorance ID
Told to accept the narrative or face annihilation, no pressure, I was blind, now I see.

Monkey around the ground, in caves or up in the treetops flingin’ fecal matter to us all
It’s a trope like the others, it will come & go like sound through an empty concert hall
Curtains fall, the show closes only to open for an encore, then the finale, silence is in
Deaf in yo’ hot head from the barrage-assault of instrumental love, thank Original sin.

Nobody can tell you the future with any accuracy, including your pastors of the parish
They’ve a blind faith that drives their engine, they want to save us all from damnation
Princes, their mothers and fathers know the Truth, no life after death, we dream of sin
Present here & now, no longer back in the Past & not yet in the future until we vanish.

Bum and a junky went into a bar, the bum went to the restroom & the junky put down
Hundred-dollar bill on the bartender’s station bought the house drinks, reap it to own
Dealy-Bob’s thing-a-majig was the original & had no copy, no replica of the prime ape
Franchise player is the malfunction’s cause, reaping what ‘others’ have sewn to rape.

My sisters, my daughters, my aunts, my grandmothers & m y mothers of step & birth
Only you know and I know the answers to the questions on the final, we studied it all
Memorized every possible answer to every possible question, there’s no screwballs
Free your derriere by liberating your mind, mindfulness of buffalo & it’s value & worth.

Food for the fire, fur for bared skin needing buckskin overcoating to conserve a tease
Within the heart’s pumping of the fluid that vampires die for, head to toe ad infinitum
Or maybe a brief moment in Time, as is infinity, Time might be a day or a century scum
Afloat on the salty sea, come & go, nobody will ever know, like a cool summer breeze.

Full tank of fuel, it’s on the house, everything’s on the house, we’re on the house, see?
If not, it’s hopeless, you can see if you’re blinded by the light but it’s not an image tee
Nothing to drive or chip or putt to the nine holes or the course’s one through thirty-six
Scored low, I thought I’d won the championship, alas, lost by a death-stroke, I’m sick.

Dangling with the one and only ding-a-ling in shouting and cackling distance of church
Reverence to the god that some men killed & other men rose to sainthood’s low perch
From suffocation to tortured while conscious and causing death to be felt in the hood
Kicking nobody with the ankles braced in shackles, hands in cuffs, head in a hot hood.

Cobwebs inside of my memory bank, can’t recollect the way to build shyt from scratch
Got down on my knees, my heart in hand offered to love you for eternity, postmortem
Before a cool cadaver’s rigor mortis sets in, I beg nobody but me to have mercy on me
Don’t waste your precious time with pity since the damage is already done, you’ll see.

Meet you above or below here, if I’m wrong & there’s nothing at all left over peace/out
Follow the leader to the event horizon or over the cliff to the bottomless pits’ backflow
Impregnated womb, differentiates the host & donor of soul sacrifices, becomes Ego
Somebody said it this way, for once in my life I know nothing can be known ‘bout us.

Bury the hatchet, forget about the bygones being bygones, aim between the eyes too
Otherwise, there’s a good chance you’ll be burnt at the stake for being a warlock witch
You know how ignorant & frustrated poor folk get, fearless mob mentality’s high pitch
Reality in psychedelic mode, feel fracking & faking you’re an amigo e amiga of the Man.

Man, you’re no dog but this is gonna be far-fetched you got to be a cat with a long puss
You’ll never know that the whole shebang was a boomerang thrown underneath a bus
Nothing ever returns from that infinite target’s bull’s eye, candy can’t coax a top 10 hit
Hunger driven but hibernation overwhelms the wide-eyed fantasy, #Neverland’s S#it!
by&by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, 8-11-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ChrisCross #Sailing in an infinite loop on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/MEO6gYCFbr0?si=rZsn8admhszdPqkJ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkippingToMyLuLuCarolAnn #TheRollingStones #HappyEnding #DualingVPeeze #TakeAPillow #TakeAKnee

NOT AS HOT AS KAMELA’s DANGLING PARTICIPLE

Certainty is a necessary condition for feeling complacent in one holy pew

Conversion of you and yours cannot be in church on Sunday, alive in a zoo
Private and behind closed, locked doors that nothing mortal can violate It
Original sins’ ancestral crimes against humanity, cold immersion of a teat.

Dreaming in living color of the cosmic fairy dust or rainbow disappearance
Fallen leaves from all plants grown from seedless grapes of wrath nonsense
Won the game I didn’t know was a sorry monopoly of winning a trophy wife
Clear skin in the game, blinded by dementia still full of perpetual woke jive.

Bums to bump the logs jammed to dam the river water for inertia Powerade
True honest work from one third to half of every day, unmade in the shade
Cause first and then effect, without the primary there’s nothing but hot fog
From periodic bleeding of the womb, we become these boys & girls in a bog.

Swamped or deleted moisture in the hip hop, bee bop means you’re immersed
Within the ice and fire down deep inside of the atoms’ molecules, God is dead
Nihilism of all dead philosophers to dine on, leftovers to become refused & shat
Blind faith in unknown, ineffable beings who cannot be seen or heard, all of that.

Skepticism can’t be denied although it cannot produce any absolute Truth in gas
Hydrogen, oxygen, nitro glycerin cause animation, Blow will kill your old jive arse
Beating you and winning the game we played with bent rules of regulation, sins
Against human and divine providence, I stand as one corpuscle of bloody sons.

You don’t know anything that can’t be known, that’s the Unknown, the mystery
Completed secret mission to nowhere is the place you are right now, pretwilight
In a zone afar, where you’ve never, ever been since you became woke, divine fool
Fabulously fantastic dreams of awakened consciousness fooling our two ears.

Free and loose atomic substances mixing their electrons up with the evil protons
Waking up you and I in the sleeping bags near the campfire, we were upwind scent
All of the things from microscopic subatomic substance to macroscopic essence
Each and every one of names we’ve attached to subjects of predicating photons.

Coming out of azure blue is never an option if you’ve not been conceived in darkness
As I think that’s the reason, I’ve gone daft, finding out all life is just a dream by the by
Here & now is the present Presence, recollect precognitive though forgotten density
Before any Big Bang, both personal & species-wide, empty tank void, ole ocean free.

Monkey business created to obfuscate the Truth from those who would lose, I sing
Others who might not lose sanity might be tempted to be inhumane, allow evil booty
Sewage drunk, filled up from head to toe, excrement left to grow the beast’s beauty
Beyond Earth’s atmosphere, far away from the Space Station, everything is Nothing.

Hermes full of Mercury’s hot dust to suck up Venus, Earth, Mars, Saturn, U, N & Pluto
End of the line where infinity appears nowhere in eyesight’s insight, lips together blow
Whistling Dixie or whatever punks on the corner blow fro the ‘hood, easy to be rough
Meant to be more or less an accident, as if there’s no intention of a higher power love.

Peers of punks who are either lone wolves from other brothers & sisters who fouled up
Need to know how to raise a baby boy and baby girl before you hook up the junk & hose
Pretenders like you & your grandmama get paid to desert the ship when it’s sinkin’ fast
It’s OK, I see Evil morality, the right & the wrong, good & bad bat scat ugly, you jackass.

Finely you get the hang of the movement, then a doctor says you’re dyin’ fast, it’ll end
Fear the reaper but even if you don’t you have a date one day or one night, do I offend?
Somebody like yo’ teachers, mothers or fathers should have downloaded the program
Brought you some love you would have never known if I didn’t conquer the hate, mam.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 8-11-2024 AD @ 222 PMPST
{ Drafted while 3 sheets to the wind, #Sailing with @ChrisCross on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MEO6gYCFbr0?si=i6QrECcP8EPI7ZAX }
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W.W.A.R.D.?