SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO

#VietNamEra #RockHITS70z

MAMA MIA TOLD ME NOT

TO COME, I’M JUST TRIPPIN’

Heroes you are related to by way of psychic RNA, the “x” ingredient in the formula, throw up

It cannot be allowed to be contained with the matrix, it flows in every direction from center

Sun and moon swap magnetic charge through the ether, gravitational collapse far, far away

Ending doesn’t matter since the beginning is moot, no point in repeating ad infinitum today.

I’ll survive the extinction of 208 bones evolved out of one cell or another, be alive & be dead

No ghost in the machine before existence, essence created spontaneously, sex combusted

Just a bit of friction causing the insemination of the duplication to originate in the wet-dark

Its application anonymous with or without a feeling in love or any love at all, it will all work.

All of Time is full of High Hopes to fill in the future blanks of dreams to come true, or not too

Just because some of us think we’re so pretty doesn’t mean anything to the blind and dumb

Seriously folks, there’s a reason why the stupid idiots don’t live to be elder & free to be boss

High hopes put you in the right left frame of mind to get dressed to kill, hit town to get some.

Songs sung for the input and output, a give and take of the bards & pied pipers, up on stage

Microphones & speakers to make it perfectly clear what the message is, there ain’t a doubt

Racket boys do what they do, you know what you know, you the book by the skin of yo’ teeth

Finally released from the imaginary bonds of society, got laid a few times before on a sheet.

On a pool table, back seat of a Chevy, a Plymouth & a Ford, we in my folk’s uptown flat too

Good old days I remember like they were yesterday, I recollect it all, present, as I bid adieu

Orange and tangerine in storage and what else do you need so we can begin, nothing I bet

Or if you do want in some form, what is it so that I may donate to the CAUSE and EFFECT.

For the love of the man with the gun in his hand, our holy warriors, sons of our forefathers

Handling the film which recorded the present at some past time is cool, however mothers

It’s a wherewithal worth disseminating through the cosmic soup, received divine bangers

Got what it takes to be the best One in paradise can be, nobody does, songs need singers.

Overture heard in the background while you enjoy your comatose state of being the Many

Sounds like a Hungarian Rhapsody or some other classical gas from the past, an art form

I played it on the squeeze box, it was memorized at 11 or 12 years old, now I’m 75, WTH?

Anyways, 0 & 2 (Oh & Two) for the last time, it’s the words, cut into One Logo, ring a bell?

Hard liquor lick is required to swallow soft, hard facts, mentally draining yet necessary too

If you’re not drunk, when you hear & discover the actual Truth, your fear of death will slew

Either you alone or another living thing, humane, feline or canine with no prey, just pray

Hillbillies & jelly beans, they’re saved from Easter Sunday, sins of the father, Sun’s UV ray.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, November XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini at 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE dead @JimCroce in concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3_ZS56qzJLs?si=qCdaqXz0Pf3OoTNd }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends @Everlast #FatherOfMine @Everclear #MyDaddyGaveMeAName & then #HeWalkedAway @Matchbox20 #WishTheRealWorldWouldStopHasselingMe

POTUS TRUMP

CHEVROLET CAMARO Ss

BLUES GROUNDED,

 WINGS-DOWN

Forever and a day from the momentary lapse of reason, you know the drill, reverse fast forward

Kicked in the arse and the head, depending on who did that to me, all will pay the piper cannard

Not only do you know nothing but also you can prove that nobody gets to survive death of Ego

You & I are both a step away from the next step, up or down, staircase or just a small step to go.

Breath stops because the diaphram becomes moot, no push or pull, no heartbeat pumpin' muscle

All you know, all you can recall from the day you began this journey, it's all a load of hooey chill

Fear of the ending leaving you alone in outer space without a ma, pa, bro, sis or buddy, hard sell

What it is and always has been is a journey from unknown to unknown thing, pretending it's hell.

It is the meaning of the beast of burden to perform without obstruction, cause & effect of a mule

Moves the burden and heavy load of needs and wants that can't be carried by the weak & woke

Saddle up & get ready for the honor of being the rider who gets through storms, alive as McBeth

Few are called and hardly any are chosen, to be or not to be the one in charge of life & all death.

Philosophical school called off, anti-thetic Truth is required & doesn't require counter-examples

Cry no more, it's as good as being all over, no choice, no other meaning other than, push & pulls

If you ain't a fool then you know you're so lucky to be alive for this tour of duty, here & now, so

More than that as if Utopia and Nirvana and Heaven are better than the Oneness here and now.

Dear to me are the deer that run free on the plains and in the foothills of mountains, I aim arrows

Hit the targets' hearts & put them down within a moment from the kill, I drank up their red blood

Dressed & brought to the butcher to chop & wrap for my deep freeze, the winter is ready for me

Staying alive at all costs, staying warm and injury free, disease and cold devoid of me, healthy.

Proof of Life as the proof that Truth is a Lie, that proof survives true or false, it's abstract myth

Pressed and pulled back and forth, to and fro, repeating the motion until the breach in the stith

Looking like I'll survive the threats to my bones and soul, nature callin' to break it all down too

Nothing personal, I don't take it that way yet reality is, aged humans die, some young, turn blue.

Head above the ground looking forward as far as vision allows, eating, sleeping, providing it all

From top down to the bottom, air fills in the empty, infinite spaces, rocks and stardirt effulgence

Prick up your ears & listen for the secrets that can't be verbalized, psychic transmission frequency

When you find out, you realize you've always known but it seemed incredible, it's Truth now I see.

In the outs come the rest of the story, cause of the First Cause is moot, it's impossible to create

Prior to the 1st there is a Void, a holy and empty spot in the matrix, full of subatomic charm fate

Love goes in and out until the climax, then it's the rest of the story, conceive, gestate only to die

No heaven, no hell, no purgatory, no evolved Nirvana or even a Void of light, atomic bomb date.

Hot & holy, frozen stiff full of sub-standard awareness of being within and around a superego

Take this time to be aware, as if you've already died as you were before your conception to go

Journey among the many who won't care for the Truth or your take on it, keep it close to a vest

Safe there by an i-heart, let's ride, shoot or stab ME in the groin, God will survive me, I'm fittest!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, November XVII, MMXXV Anno Domini @ HIGH NOON

{ Wrote while jammin' to @MontgomeryGentry #DaddyWontSellTheFarm in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9kCzHHPy_JQ?si=i7_35IIGVhX7HpUY }

#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)

REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived

Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed

Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon

Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void

Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid

Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo

It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense

Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero

Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm

Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light

We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight

For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food

Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well

Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance

Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray

Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left

In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon

My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun

Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash

It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash

Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate

Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up

Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d

Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is

Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct

Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning

For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold

Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots

Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots

With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer

Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall

Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen

Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all

Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }

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