#ItsBeginingToLookALotLikeChristmas #RockinAroundTheChristmasTree @PeggyLee @EVERLAST #GodNatureDreamingWokeUpInTheGAME Please, Please, Me Too @PhiladelphiaEagles @TheEaglesHITS #TheBeatlesHITS #Lyineyes #REVOLUTIONJesusChristmasBuddahKrishnaDeusMama

@CharlesBrown

Eagles vs Bears

LEAN ON ME EVE

I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE

It’s the damn name of the game with the rules inside of the cover with all the players

All up the alley of each and every one of us born to anyone but an up country farmer

Ridicule of it will come from the jealous and ignorant, it’s their karma instantly to be

As a direct result of the thoughts & actions originating in the host, ego of y’all’s & me.

Existentially in need of the meaning of life and death on Earth, watchin’ the scythe

Reaper comes and goes at will, at the hand of the gods or their creator of pre-atom

Heading nowhere yet single straight line that turns left or right, right angle or curve

Dreamin’ it all and then wakin’ up in your bed’s quilts, naked as a j-bird, as an Adam.

Better for the skin to skin contact the special, significant other dishes from the Eden

Fairy tales and actual events unrecorded other than word of mouth & signify in code

Written, spoken or painted on surfaces from trees to rocks to pulp fiction paper Zen

I employ the tools in the shed I inherited from the genome, twilight zone ala mode.

Swallow pride saying all words in the way a spell goes, order in categorical imperative

Presto after the magic fills the smokey void, appearing out of nowhere, a funky thing

Nobody is in a position to believe you because of your exhibition of logic & reasoning

All children, through infancy & personal hygienics training, bloody bone’s a deep dive.

Harm is merely the lack of longevity to the forsaken species, we’re all gonna die apeman

You’ll see I’m right, but it will be too late on your last breath, try to live like no superman

Pole south to north, on the exterior crawling, walking, running & flying to keep it all real

Seeing is believing, without eyesight it’s understandable that Blackness is no color at all.

My side front door is as wide and tall as my back door, the height only seven feet-two

Why all 86 inches in all when it could be 6 & 7 which makes little sense if you don’t know

Nothing more than all of the things made from the gas of atoms, colliding in a clump

Why is this? If I never know, I’ll die in wonder, hopefully another 20-year dump.

Far, far away from all music that’s being played for neither rhymes nor rational reasons

Without birth control through a myriad of means, the species will remain in extinction

Modus operandi as it’s always been since the original sin, don’t tell the priests & nuns

What fun it is to laugh and sing a jingle bells song that achieves a daughter’s new sons.

Feeling warm and as cozy as you can in the odd company of strangers who don’t see you

You see them & attempt to engage only to be ignored as if not worthy of the affair’s stew

Function of the beings is to absorb the systematic doom exuding from the pores of a few

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree & dancin’ with the sentimental feeling, turning it blue.

Off the cuff, some people have a lot of nerve thinking that they’re better than all of us too

Imagine the gall, the audacity of an idiot or a moron, even an evil genius or common fool

All that live on Earth are invisible from 8 miles high, I’m not exaggerating, ask any aviator

Everyman’s words carry weight, an ounce to a pound of the blood, sweat & tears’ jerker.

Form is the specific anterior of the a posteriori improvisation, we are the tool of creation

Neutral or neuter as it must be without any gear or gender of mating content, original sin

In the center of the dot, the period, there is nothing at all, complete void as above & below

I never cared for Beetovhan or Chopin but in the right hands, brass & string mutate a blow.

Bars and spaces to signify the exact repetition of the tonal memory to soothe a savage too

Man or beast from savage to a cultured, educated pretender of being better than all of you

Yet, as above, so below, if it can happen then it will happen, what can go wrong will as well

On the other hand, with two for a choice, everything else is wrong, down a rabbit hole I fell.

Suddenly, everything that was all lit up with daylight turned pitch black without any warning

Gratitude for the assistance provided by the unconscious mind within, inherited for nothing

Just in time, in the right place in synchronization with the galaxy and effects of a 1st cause

Firsthand experience cancelled personality & notion preconception yielding perfection, God.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 12-13-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Inspired by the hum of my cerebral cortex & listenin’ to the #BestOfWarTheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bMOQAtvmaQY?si=kVt8hshUTFSEtH3a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

X xx X 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

8888888INFINITY8888888

By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 

Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 

Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space

Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face

By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now

You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I

Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My

Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life

I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06

Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there

Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx

Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos

No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose

Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed

Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid

Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It

In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told

Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin

Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in

No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones

Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely

The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free

Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’

Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die

Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie

Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix

Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it

Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit

A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye

Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP

Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word

Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird

Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip

What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip

We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger

Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShesGoneGirl & @MorganWallen #HITS2025

AS LONG AS…THERE’S A LIT,

 NEON MOON, MAMA

Fur is the shaved hair of the animals who lost it to a predator named Man, protagonist wives 
Progenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives 
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks 
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.

Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable 
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble 
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee 
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.

Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind 
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find 
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse 
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force. 

By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular 
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar 
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this 
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.

UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven 
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend 
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell 
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell. 

No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye 
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die 
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps 
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.

Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out 
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about 
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too 
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.

Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet 
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet 
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey 
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea. 

Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions 
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions 
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today 
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.

Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow 
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap 
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap 
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.

Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker 
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over 
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals 
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.

Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin 
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig 
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig.  

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Freezember the 2nd, MMXXV Anno Domini #PocketFullOfDough
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#IWantMy @Nickelbak #BeLikeH2O #DiamondsFacetsAllOne #TheTyger #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunneWith @MorganWallen #GottaGitALittleDirtyWhenYourDigginForGold #BlackCrowes

COWBOY EVOLVED FROM PERFECTION, FORNICATION OF THOU

All of us, totally alive now or already dead are inside of a surrealistic dream, it’s all strife 
As if you’ve stumbled upon One, Salvidor Dali work of art, paint, pencil, photo, light beam 
Miracles I’ve searched for to not only witness the event but also tell a tall tale, incredible 
Yet, Truth is like that if you’ve never heard of it, it may make or ruin your whole day & life.

What is above or below this Earth, scientists and dead men walking know it all, empty zero 
Knowledge and wisdom of this deck of cards with the hands already dealt by being in utero 
Lucky nails & teeth will grow to eat the world & protect hearts from harm, soul of God form 
In millions of animated things, transitioning from Nothing to Something & all the way back.

Corked bottles keep the fermented fruit of the vine, fresh as the day grape squirted to glass 
They all left a while ago but now, all boys are back in town & runnin’ the blocks like a badass 
You know what I know, only you know like I do how the end is gonna be without a spirit fool 
Divine or humane, all in and out of the ears, critical cyber-realities remain an accurate tool.

Empty between the ears outside of the skull & bones, RNA & DNA absent of a liberated Will 
Snowed the frozen rain down from mountaintop to the valleys of the blue marble’s spin skill 
Due to the whirling & wobbling, Life asserted itself in the insanity of Earth, Wind & hot Fire 
Lunatics want to fight when they know they’re gonna lose the war, no plan or bird on a wire.

It’s essence of extinction, a black hole with a Singularity in plain sight of a mind’s 3rd eyeball 
As geometric calculus fills the Void’s matrix with Uno & Zero, lines, columns collapse it all 
It all couldn’t be any worse ‘ the worst possible event unleashed, AC/DC #DayOnTheGreen 
Live wires charged with power, protons, electrons and neutrino neutrons, Ionics I’m all in.

Known that nothing exists before the Big Bang & won’t exist a moment the day after tours 
Trash and wealth combine down the journey to the epicenter of being, One & Many doors 
Drifting on the breeze, getting blown away by the all too human jobs comin’ out of the blue 
History drives the fists to punch holes in the matrix, Will Power runnin’ the street & the rue. 

Junkyards full of the used metal and plastic we can’t launch into empty space to the moon 
Breaks in the matrix happen, moments at a time, posterity controls the gatekeeper’s spoon 
Space is inner and outer between shards of Life & Absolute Oneness, getting naked for sex 
Only way to cooperate with the overlords is to stay invisible, never cause dissolution’s hex.

Magic spells work, accidentally directed by the holy & desecrated earth soil, buried bones 
Breaking rocks on the chain gang because I’m the forced labor, I got framed by her moans 
I don’t know anything for certain other than you’re in the same boat as I am, empty bliss pie 
Ignorance of the knowledge is wisdom’s protection, singing, dancing, eating until y’all die.

Made it out of jail with a bullet in his back, a 30:06 line of sight, in the crosshairs of Eternity 
Way gone just like the song says, ol’ Mr. Brooks & Mr. Dunn movin’ on a target onto my eyes 
Fathers miss their daughters they never produced from the gametes, world turns blue man 
I set alone at a table way in the back of a bar, only lonely folks go to for spirits of a drunk sin. 

Of course, inebriation is everything a human needs to forget about suffering pains of love 
Leaving for another Man who cannot compete with me, it was all meant to be that way too 
Had to be in the place in Space at the right time, Timing is Everything, as Romeo knew, so 
Keep your bearskin in tact, block everything other than 7mm rounds, hide out cave above. 

Stars burn but when you’re far enough away, keep your feet & backbone warm, no, I’m gone 
I took too much time, ran out before I knew it, my eyes and ears opened wide, funk moaned 
As if there was never a warning about the hereafter that comes when the corpse rots in 10 
But only ignorance shines in reflection, believe in the unknown, call it the End, I Am all Zen.

As a wagon wheel turns, if you got four of ‘em, you’ll get a bunch of dogwood flower blooms 
You owe me, I owe you but neither of us will recover from sudden death, debts’ livin’ rooms 
Purple in the infrared range and Red in the ultraviolet domain, reversed psychosis to all now 
Holidays & holy days regarded as special, without it, we’re not conceived in a cocaine blow.

Clocks tickin’ & sun’s is still up in the same place, above black & blue skies, look out below 
Five o’clock now, somewhere in the world for a minute, already gone there, drunk in my pity 
Criticize my thorough analysis at your own risk, deduce and induce the logical conclusions 
Invert the investigation & plow through your memories you can recollect, Eve’s original sins.

She said she loved Adam, Eve had imagination rollin’ well, now here we are, so all way gone 
Like ships sailing on the infinite seas all around us, solar system & galaxy in this tiny drone 
Can’t even see one hide nor hair from way up above the stratosphere, nobody’s home, sigh 
Saddle is keepin’ my bottom dry, candle burnin’ at both ends, this cowboy barely gettin’ by.

Lipstick on the mirror said “Good-Bye” as a creative evil dream alive, fix-sad faced drippin’ 
It wasn’t the only way to go but it was all a lie, didn’t know that it was, Know to be one, son 
Boyfriend, husband, significant other in relations, random accidents, Ma & Pa had a bawl 
Here we are, healthy or wealthy & sick, you don’t like my smoke or tattoos, so KMCA y’all. 

All my holy “Zen passes through all our definitions & remains Zen as before,” inevitable “I” 
Id, Super Ego & little ol’ me, the Ego from ovaries in a Sicilian woman, oh mamas, y’all sigh 
Big timin’ in a small town, up in Pilot Hill ‘tween Cool & high Coloma, where bare feet walk 
Black or blue denim, jeans from the heavenly clouds or Macy’s but either way, I still balk.

Never know when it’s gonna last more than a NYC minute or ½ a lifetime, you only get one 
Nobody gets another chance, they myth has deceived the ghosts in the machines for fun 
Now hear this, free emotional rescue for you, just because you thought you were so pretty 
Breaking the infinite line in two, division of perfection into double vision, creates the nutty.

Some nuts fell out the trees, others came out the male injections of gametes into ‘er hips 
Not only rats and worms but also the humans who know it all, forget about their sail ships 
Karma carried over until the galaxy implodes into its essence, Nothing subatomic, charm 
Farmers with a tan, drivin’ pickups like country boys do, makin’ daughters mama’s farm. 

Camouflage britches and a dago T-shirt, hippy long-hair or a Mohawk or a chilly-ass fades 
All Time comin’ as the Earth spins one way, dawn & dusk always the identical dark shades 
Put my love into a function of an equation & produced two old men, infants turned too cool 
Beatniks beat up into hippies and their progeny, spend all you have, Hell bent gerkoff fool. 

Talkin’ smack without power to back it up, getting the scat & hell beat out of a jive ass, OMG 
You and the rest of the species may mock the Truth but it remains the same, an End of Time 
Pepper doctor ground all the rocks into dust, nothing is alive & there’s no need for anybody
Hillbillies live below a Mason-Dixon, sweet home choak it up, ambush an Alabama rhyme.

by 
r j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, XXIX-XXX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LNNPNweSbp8?si=DuRwIt-LkPOGAUs_ } 

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