THERE'S GOOD ROCKIN' EVERY TIME YOU SHUFFLE YOUR SHOES HE SAID "DADDY'S GARAGE" OMG, NOT A BOY BUT A MAN BELIEVIN' IN A PROMISED LAND OF HOPE & A DREAM @BruceLeeSecretfight #SPRINGSTEENgoodRockin'

I HEARD THE NEWS ABOUT THE GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT

There's nothing ahead nor behind all of us or any of us, no matter

In the heartland or on the borders or coasts, all born in the U.S.A.

Talkin' Big Sur across to the Jersey boardwalk, the songs exude

I believed everything I was told must be true because nothing is.

Asking to bite off more than any god mortal body would, angels flee

From the inevitable doom resulting from just being glad you're Live

From the 1st to the last day of waling about the good, bad & ugly zoos

On the borders, or in the heartland, man oh man, you know the blues.

You played some & some played you, knowing or not, those days gone

Never more than distant memories from a certain point, the truth is it

Stopping at the lights to hear the sounds when I wake up & smell coffee

Crazy Janie & Wild Billie doin' what Bruce brings up by route 88, see?

Anyway fast forward to 2026, all night still young under 81, holy God 82

I forgot I just had a birthday when they thought I only have 18 months 2

Meaning some Gamma Knife blows to the head may or may not slow sign

Light and dark, love the life copped out of nowhere, right place, right time.

Hell, heaven above where outside of Earth, astronaughts don't even know

They went out, looked around, stayed out there, looked around, just blow

New or old space trash in orbit needing to be exterminated by the trashing

New machine, medecine for the atmosphere, clean the empty space & sing.

By the by, in and out of my arms, in my own mind and yours, Life skips It

It is the occult, unknown secrets kept away from all unbaptized in holy water

Only you know and I know everything about nothing, there's nothin' to know

Subjects and predicates expressing ideas to whittle down into one Truth slow.

Kissed and still sleepin' and not movin' like I was before the gamma beam

It came down out of nowhere and then it didn't work, nothing' measurin'

The loose lips that sank the ships when they hit the unseen sands of Time

Suspects deviate from the true First Cause of Being, the Good God sublime.

Papa ain't goin' to bed just 'cause it's gettin' late, I got shit to do, got it son?

Before the corpus dillecti gets the best of me, they somewhere lit up a tumor

For an Independence Day between a minute & a year & a half, who knew her

She looks around like she doesn't know I'm referring to her, she's the One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIV, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Crafted to a Springsteen concert you'll be happy to follow this link to it, click on this here link https://youtu.be/NKoeUMES8Po?si=MCn-sIuBb-54UHt2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Guardians of @FibernacciSequence all about the 1967 Pop Festival in Monterey, California Mamas & Papas LIke A BRICK DUNG SHACK MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW J A C K D A N I E LS (BLACK) R.I.P. @MeadowlarkLemon #Globetrotters #Gimme3Steps @LynyrdSkynyrd

STICK WITH ME UNTIL THE COLD & DAMP FINALE, ONLY THEN IS IT FINIS

ON THE MORNIN' LIGHT, I'M ALSO HARD TO RECOGNIZE,

BEIN' MADE O STEEL & BULETTPROOF, BUT JACK, GOD DIT

FOR THE SIMPLE REASON AND RHYME, THE RIVER FLOWS UP

AND DOWN, AS GRAVITY & CENTRIFUGAL FORCE DEMAND

HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU CAN WITHOUT HAVIN' TO TAKE

CARE OF SNEAKS WHO SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND YA

KRYPTONITE BE DAMED, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE 'BLACK LABEL

AND IT'S NO LIE, DIDN'T BLEED & AIN'T BLACK & BLUE.

BUT ANYWAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY'S MEMORY IS

GONE LIKE THE WIND BEHIND MY SUPERMAN CAPE

I NEED A SHOT, LET'S GO DOWN TO CHARLY'S & HAVE A TIP

I'M BUYIN' IF YOU'RE DRIVIN', & IF YA GET DRUNK, IT'S TAXI

AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL IT ALL BE OK, TUCKED IN BED

WITHOUT A HONEY TO BREAK THE SILENCE, NEXT DAY, IXNAY

FREAKS OR JUST EXACT REPLICAS OF SOME DEAD GRANDDAD

EITHER WAY, WITHOUT THE WOMEN, WE'D BE EXTINCT, YEA?

PERIODS COME & GO, LIKE ANIMALS' GENDERS WITHOUT CAUSE

JUST A MOCKING OF 1ST PALS WHO NEVER GOT THEIR BALLS

GODS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANY LONGER, I'M WHAT IT IS 

 NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IT'S COMIN' TO END, LIKE OR NOT, AFORE

JACK DANIELS HELPS A BIT WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PLIGHT

BROKEN IN TWO, YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, HARD TO FIGHT

STILL AIN'T BLACK & BLUE, THEM 4 GUYS ARE RUNNIN' AWAY

FOR THE COPS, THEY'VE NEVER GOTTEN WHOOPED LIKE TODAY.

AIN'T MUCH LONGER NO MATTER WHAT DAY IT IS, JUST SHRUG

THE REASON FOR THE RHYME IS RANDOM FORTUNE, YOU EGG

LUCKY YOUR FATHER HAD THE WISDOM & KNOWLEDGE TO END

YOUR MOTHER'S VIRGINITY, IF ANY AT ALL, HYMAN WISE BEND

NOT CASTING ASPERSIONS AT ALL, JUST THE FACTS TO THE MEN

WHO KNOW NOTHING BEFORE THEIR MOTHERS' PAINS, A DOZEN

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WE ALL KNOW IT, DEEPER THAN BLUE FELT

FROM THE 7 HOLES IN OUR HEADS & OTHER TWO BELOW BELT.

OF NO VALUE THAT FREEDOM HAS NO VALUE TO THE SLAVE'S ID

DON'T CARE ABOUT LIBERTY, IT'S HARD & COLD, WHAT GOD DID

MADE THE THINGS THEN ABANDONED THINGS, SURPRISED ENDED

IN THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS TO SAY, GOD'S SO SORRY, HE IS

NO LYING TO US ANYWAY, WE'VE JUST GOT EARTH & THAT'S HIS

COLD & DAMP NEW YORK CITY AND CHICAGO TO OL' FUNKY L.A.

YOU KNOW WHERE IT HITS, RIGHT & LEFT, IMPERIAL HIGHWAY.

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY, I LOVE L.A. A RANDY NEWMAN REGARD

ALL THE WEATHER THAT THE EQUATOR WOBBLES FOR, A BALL

KID KNEW IT ALL ALONG, IMPERIAL HWY & SANTA MONICA BLVD

MORE FOR SHOW THAN FOR THE GOOD & BAD TO KNOW, IT ALL

IS IN FRONT OF THE EYES OF THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS BLIND

FOLLOWING YOU LIKE ANGELS BEHIND THE SIGHTLESS TARP

NOT MANY BUT THE FEW SHARP DRESSED MEN WHO DRESS UP

IN TOPS & BOTTOMS TO THE SHOES OR COWBOY BOOTS' KIND.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Rocktober XIIIth in the year MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted before the Sacramento & Portland scrap it out, the Kings vs. the Trailblazers will see whose SCOUTS of the NBA made their owners proud to pay the payroll to the PRODUCT! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Meadowlark Lemon
Lemon with the Harlem Globetrotters in 1975
Born	Meadow George Lemon III[1] April 25, 1932 Wilmington, North Carolina, U.S.
Died	December 27, 2015 (aged 83) Scottsdale, Arizona, U.S.
Occupations	Basketball player, actor, minister
Known for	The Harlem Globetrotters
Spouse	Cynthia Lemon ​ (m. 1994⁠–⁠2015)​
Children	10

PAGLIACCI'S SPRINGSTEEN SIGNAL A FULL HAIL MARY, JESUS LEFT CHICAGO & JOSEPH IS THE JOJO OF THE MOJO HOLY SPIRIT ROCKIN' GHOSTS YOU'RE MISSING, I CLOSE MY EYES, SEE THE SUNRISE BUT YOU'RE MISSIN'

PAGLIACCI'S PEACHES

QUANTUM PHYSICS - MASTER FREQUENCY SCORE 0 TO 0

center of the universal blueprint

Built by the lowest forms of life, a cell of RNA's source for forms of DNA protocol

In or out of the thing called the main frequency, quantum field is deeply ingrained

In the flow, like a river being sucked into the oceans & sea, the resonance is dead

Unable to avoid the air that gets sucked into my lungs, I can't hold my bad breath.

Wisdom behind the knowledge is silent sound, frequency & wavelength of the One

Insider unknown, heaven has arrived inside the mindfulness found between ears

Safe is broken and the jewels are exposed to the world, invisible to eyes of fears

Calm as the needs are fulfilled and there is nothing left over after the finality, a son.

Holy ghosts merge into the original sin, being the Oneness of Gold, matter atoms

Peaches made into a cosmic pie, the crust of the form is round, sliced for bums

On the ends of the beginning, it's too true to be true, incredible words show skips

Like a scratch on a vinyl Long Playing (LP) record, it repeats ad infinitum, it flips.

Mark this down, there are tricks to the magic, you got a truck, I got a jet, it's logic

Death remains in the distance at the edge of deep Space, divine intel or it's tragic

Nobody gets out of here alive, not even the1st nor the last one to be fooled by me

Words in predication for explanation & final deduction of synchronicity spells to see.

State is both Oneness and the Many, dimensional Time of the Past & Future test

Programs created & destroyed by the robots who know how to rock & roll the best

Cyberspace everywhere, the unknown occult is the whole Truth & nothing but, y'all

Fine or wickedly crooked, the game is chess & it ends in a draw or a mated king.

I know nothing like the German soldier, Sgt Schultz, yet I know it all in quantum tic

Underground in a box or spared the confinement by exploding into smithereens, sic

Pumped heart, jump up and down for the ecstasy, a gospel of John, stranger of lust

Said something in greek or latin, maybe hebrew but all in all, the gist is we're Dust.

Word was God, Word made flesh, a sound, a sight, a feeling of exploding atoms

Leftover from a Big Bang of Everything atomic, before that Bang, it was the hissing

Mixed and sorted into categories only a genius might decipher, the ignorance vets

It's peculiar that you are unknown, hence open your gate of wisdom & all the rest.

Word became flesh & dwelt among us, poor as a hobo in 2027, walkin' on foot

Bears & horses on four legs, only man & monkey with 2 arms & 2 legs, in a boot

It's all about the H2O, only on this Earth mother, old ignorant men laugh at Truth

Look for it & deny when it's here and now, a lamb of God will be dead, forsoothe.

It is you, it is I, all of us, even those who can't fathom the thing itself, we are One

Spirit is the whole shebang, before the Bang, Nothing was all of it, the fix is in

Helter Skelter on steroids and speed, over and over in the whole shebang, son

Get your Spirit in it's original shape and form, it's alright now, baby it's mortal sin.

Dream of a bass guitar, a lead & a rhythm axe, the wind & cymbals packin' .357s

Chances are things will change with or without you being on the planet, probable

Ghosts play guitars with teeth, tweekin' the E's, F's, G's, B's & A's of the D's notes

There's a pit in the peach, nobody knows it's the RNA of the fruit, it flies & floats.

From underneath the dirt, the burnt-out ash of the Big Bang's result, it's what I am

What you are, I don't know, probable figment of an overactive, divinity's imagination

Come on to me, meaning you want to have discourse or intercourse, all happy ends

To the mama & papa who still surf the SoCal waves in Malibu, give it up, my friends.

Pretend that reality is your presence on planet Earth, out nothing you came, I bet

Fresh egg & flagellate, punched you in the face, broke your nose, you ain't dead yet

From a field of dreams into a real thing, a oneness of existence, apes' form all them

Brought all you had, it's all expended & the wheel revolves still off of a chrome hem.

Streaming on the picture tube, electronics & dynamic monopolies have no origins

Women and the men they made from their holy wombs, some lived, all died in skin

Burnt into ash or buried with an empty corpse underground, all are invisible & holy

All you are, all that I am, fill the void with the winter, summer, autumn & The Fall.

Darker than black in a period, a dot on the matrix, a ghosted chimera finds a signal

It shines & looks like a blinding light out of nowhere, it sounds like silence too, Pal

Regardless of your personal opinion, subjective and objective in predication, in fear

A finale fit for a queen & king of an equation, that Energy equals, squaring matter.

Once, a sound came out of nowhere, get on the bed, I'll whip your ass, la little Kidd

The things themselves should never have become all that there is on Earth, I did

Better off dead but not if you'll be eaten by the carnivores, only by the planet's play

Loathing the Freedom, meaning it's business as usual, live & die in the city of L.A.

I shouldn't let one or many suck your soul dry, you die if it happens to you, die free

No payment of soul's actions while alive, just absence of light, Time & Space bongo

Down under or above and beyond, a zillion parsecs devoid of atoms, tragic comedy

Seriously, amigas & amigos who roamed before our conceptions, much to be, see?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Samadhi, ROCKTOBER Xth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Chipped this out of the sandTrap while jammin' to #BackToTheGoodOlDays by @BigSMO link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=bxn9glXrD90NkBJt & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @  & @MontgomeryGentry #SheCoudn'tChangeMe @ https://youtu.be/W3_jbjrCJSM?si=jwlFZaFuX5q9BUqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ROCKTOBER 6TH, BLOWN SUPEREGO #SheChangedHerMindWhenSheCouldntChangeMe #WhenTheSunGoesDownHot #SheFuckinHatesMe @PuddleOfMud

HEARD IT ON THE 'X'

Y'all may be right and I might be wrong or worse yet crazy as a loon, if indeed there's that

Then this Earth's existence may be a shot in the dark, whether alien or divine, the God shat

Upon us all and then left us high and dry, after the 12 packs there was just an empty bottle

Of the Jack or Seagrams, I held up my heart and soul for a ransom of infinity, full throttle.

Pecking order ass was clear, I was last but not least, hung over and hard up, for the duration

Kicked in the teeth like a leftover cadaver that can't return the blow, high IQ in full dissolution

Brought the goods form the bad and the ugly, they won't last more than a banjo pickin' mof'er

Pins stuck in the effigy, just a voodoo doll from the backwood Ozarks and southern Mississippi.

Doom in the trunk and the 396 cc's got ahead of me & the front end flipped backward, turn it off

I'd be the 1st one to find your hide in the hidden backwood of the brush, hidin' from the whoopin'

Books read made no matter at all, I can spell & read & make a million bucks in a minute of flippin'

Bring it all on like there ain't no tomorrow, no regrets & never a reprimand from the original sins.

My pine and spruce aftershave had to let it all be, close shave and out by the shorthairs, lucky to be

On the flipside, it's all dead air, there's a hit on one side, it's playin' in perpetuity, all perpendicular T

Gods moved, dead air flowed form the dimension to the heavenly bodies, but why, hillbilly deluxe

A little or a lot of homegrown, buds from the trees bigger than 7 feet tall, stank like the pol cat flux.

Nevermore for the rest of the time you spend here and there upon the dirty roads of Earth planet

Quiet and the noise that it cancels out is all there is, outer space is deeper than the Dark starlet

Hillbillies stirrin' it all up in the menudo, loud or louder than a deaf man can hear, in dead silence

Hair standin' up with the howl of the coyotes and wolves, shots from the 30:06 crackin' the fence.

Marvelous mavericks and the ilk that drove their parents to break-up & call it quits, you cried & died

For the love of might, the doctors and nurses can't come in or out of the room, the radiation is gamma

Green or infrared, the light heals and it executes the droppin' of dimes, while God cages the elephants

Pretty little things comin' one by one, from teens to the eighties, no rest for the wicked, it's nonsense.

Rest for the wicked, eyes closed for good, it was a fighting ghost, wanted my life for free, but he paid

All he had I took & sucked it into the mouths I had to feed, no holding back anymore, I wish I could

I won't sugarcoat the Truth, it's the nature of the beast, to eat everything & shat it out next thing laid

Made the kids with mouths to feed, starvin' and thirsty for the filler of the wicked, rest or unrest, dead.

Need a little lovin' and there it is everywhere around you, from Bambi to Carolina's kissin' in the dark

Home or away, I win every game because the rules can be broken only when I'm playin' in the park

Fishin' or swimmin' with the A-holes, it will end when it's time, six, three, four, five, seven, eight-nine

Late for the party but not too old to get the leftovers tucked into their beds, to dream or not to dream.

The deal is a 52-card pickup, just like the other games, you win some & lose more than not, it's 7-11

My time is up, there's not a moment left to drink in anymore pain, suffering or pleasure and bull dung

Lie to me, lied to you, it's nothing but the Truth, zero knowledge of the whole shebang, it's made-men

They know what they know, takin' it with them to the graveyards, 7 continents of living 'til neck hung.

On being you, well now, I report and you decide, so special like your mama & papa told you, you worm

Break the mold, broken down all 208 bones over 75 or just past the conception of an egg's verve sperm

Whoopin' a man's ass sometimes is all you can do, they don't listen to you or their mama or papa, good

Suntans and burns of the skin organ, makes it all worthwhile, feeling water, air & Space's suck mood.

Sweet concoctions as smooth as molasses goin' down the gullet like it's supposed to, one, two & down

Medicine for the ill-informed is the wisdom & knowledge gleaned from here within these old frowns

Beaten up and victorious in the finale, scars and tattoos for me in the pictures flickering on a movie

Run the complete film form beginning to the repetition's loud sound, become as One, the quiet finale.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER 6th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' ad infinitum to #DrinkALittleDrink #SmokeALittleSmoke by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc?si=eNZVCdSB8bvpyvje }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Zeitgeist #TheBookOfEli #TheRascals #TheHeavy FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE PORTAL, FLATS AND SHARP DRESSED MEN ALA INIFNITY OMEGA''S ALPHA FAT WALLETS IN GOD'S PHILOSOPHER STONE

OVER THE H2O, GOD'S DAMNED SHAME SUNDOWNER SYNDROME

Everything is much hotter when it moves nowhere but behind the Earth's mud and blood, it's all cool

Completed in the fraction of a moment it took to think about the things themselves, all sex & candy

Everything else is just a ticket to the rides of a lifetime, talkin' Silver Streakin' on the Bobs' & Mice

Searchin' for my home sweet, it was there at Riverview at Belmont & Central or just throw the Dice.

It used to be with the philosopher's stones but I buried them in the empty lot they built a Mall atop

Engines of the Fire Department, Engine #99, philosopher's stone was there, I swear, I ain't no cop

If I was, I'd bust the tables, the tablets & the denizens who like to rumble for the final Time in Space

Hard roads to travel daddio, but also up on the Jove, I lost the thing itself, my best friends know it all.

Lead got turned into the gold that ain't nobody's fool, the engines are in the drone, infinity immanent

Spilled the last bottle of wine my grandpa made from scratch, we stepped on the grapes like in cement

Fools and sharp dressed men lookin' for love in the good, bad & ugly places, lookin' to get a girl in bed

To be or not to be, those babies in the eggs' pool, 2nd city had 'em all but then 50 states of me unfurled.

Finish at the happy ending, the hookers know the cash means everything, food & shelter of a lab rat

Monkeys look like us, their feet are like hands to catch the branches to be climbed, limb by limb that

Mirrors have no reflection of the crime in the streets, asphalt or country dirt, above and below the line

I know, you know, they know, we all do what is necessary to survive another day, above the Stop Sign.

Justice of Socrates and Plato remain while they're all gone, we're still here but things will change it all

Things like magic overrule the good, bad & ugly, it's the color of blackness' blues, deep or shallow fall

From the high-dive or just off of cliffs of the 1970's, when I was a kid, had no kids, just me & AM radio

Flashbacks to 1972 & on to the day after tomorrow in 2027, favorite stations, WLS & WCFL Chicago.

Saw a Led Zeppelin and that was the best of all the days before & after, still haven't crashed, I'm blown

Rocks rolled down the foothills and made me hard as the liquor I gleaned out of the Mash, no i-phone

Had to find a payphone, Mother Bell helped us talk from far away, all across the planetary dead air lies

From the Alpha to the Omega place in Space, above or below the mud, blood & beer, Truth's surprise.

Before and after we all get conceived and deceived, it'll never be the way it was before, a Void emptied

Of light and grace form the divine being of a ghost, one or thirteen, they'll be here-there, gods all bleed

Stupid idiots and morons without language signals, to warn and beware of the dogs of war, once bitten

Scars and tattoos cover it all up so well, nobody can see the thing itself, what you are is what I am, a sin.

Mortal one watchin' the revolution of the wobble and orbit of the star called my sun, handcuff I've worn

Between Volkswagens and Cadillacs moved my bones and all of our gangs' forms' shapes, graph porn

Deadheads still alive, hangin' on for the days that are gone forever, wasted time in the ragtop of my papa

My longhair or bald head divulged the philosophy of existence, a lucky guy my dad, thank you mama!

Jump out of the flyin' craft, missed the ocean's raft, swam upon the salted H2O, I ran out, couldn't sing

Sunk down below the surface to feed the whales & snakes, all there ever was, not a damn one, nothing

Beer and Spirits keepin' the combination locks secret from 14 to 94, then we released all of the hounds

Picked the blackberries in the foothills, walked barefoot on the asphalt from Cool to Pilot's Hill ground.

Be kind to every soul, they've arrived on Earth to assist the cosmic asphalt, God & Man just a ritual job

What's a UFO, it's unidentified because the zones open & close without a trace, I earned it, hence I rob

Wisdom and knowledge inside the infant-baby that results, form a climax of wicked & wise ring a bell

Proof of Life, proof of Death, gateway form volcano entrance to the bottomless pit on the way to a Hell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 4th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero 76 years ago not in Yo Mama!  While listenin' to THE @TowerOfPower LIVE, #OaklandStroke https://youtu.be/CVbeMyQaH1Q?si=jFlL9TKbUrglSPSN }

A  MILLIONAIRE, ' I GOT A WOMAN WITH EYES THAT SHINE, 

DOWN  DEEP AS A DIAMOND MINE  ' 

TURN THIS MUTHA OUT! GONE WITH THE UPTOWN FUNK~~ BUT WHAT IS IT? A HOLLOWEEN SKELETON Projector All In My Head #AlmightyTemptations

Amazon.com: RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN: books, biography, latest update

SIMPLE MIND, NIRVANA OR P.O.W.

In the name of God, Buddha or whichever almighty power makes this world turn in perpetuity

You will always be what we shall always be, a burning state of atoms, in multiplicity fury

On or off of the grid, the system remains viable until the Singularity beckons the debtor zero

Paid back in full, in solvent state of being neutral and solid as a blown soap bubble, our hero.

Content with the contents of the whole shebang, facts of life and death have no aftershock rain

Details and the lack thereof highlight the greatest show on Earth, crack of dawn is a wobbling

Ears saw what the eyes heard, the nose up in the air to ignore, all tastes of spoken, conjugation

Finale as in the first appearance of the dark, unmoved mover soon to revolve & be in orbit, son.

Cut the fur off of the minks & fox so the labor was shared & profits were divided inoculated

If and only if the conditions between us are equitable, then we'll all get double-dang dated

Fearless and hammered but we all know that it could be worse, maybe double downed ink

Tattoos all over from head to toe, inside eye-lid or just part of the android M.O., it's workin'

Now or never, the bums & junkies come out of the different places where I work too much

It's complicated like a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes after you'd quit for 666 months too

Camels my dad smoked while driving a truck, workin' for 6 kids & a wife's mother, an in-law

Dream ended the second a noise awakened the sleeping skin & bones, surreality in the raw.

Bobbers in the pond, goin' up and down, as if tryin' to exhibit the stress of bein' on the hook

All for the family who needed to consume a swimming body of scales & bone, fishin' crook

For trout, salmon or tuna, the rules are to heat it up & throw it down, BBQ or a hot fry pan

Smelling the frying, baking what bodies need to stave off the starving & dying in goon pain.

I saw what you've seen and it's the same television broadcasting in stereo, Truth be told too

Weather outside is cloudy & storming or sunshining through the dark skies, made the fool

Nothing a mother did, nothing a father did, something karma required of the too blue soul

Therefore, I think I'm wastin' my time with or without you inside of my head, a black hole.

Conspiracy to fool the good, the bad & the ugly into the specious idea that you're special

More than anyone who has ever or will ever live on Earth, you know I'm the One in Hell

Mighty mice and super men looked and discovered it underground, in the red or black dirt

Rocks hard due to the Big Bang cuttin' loose on the empty Void, made God be yet a Man.

Beggin' and bein' all in for the ride, never too young to love, babies do it, old ones relish it

Cryin' for the drink of mother's power in the teats, it felt good, but they weren't your mom's

Your babysitter or girlfriend, pushin' your face into their lap, I have a heart, lost my breeze

You mama never fed from the breast, you got the formulated plastic nipple & bottle 10 ozs.

Bouncin' balls stop due to gravitational collapse into the surface, ground of being at One

Accused of being too young to understand when it was furthest from the whole Truth, son

Nothing but the Truth, so help me God, I ain't wastin' any more time, it's not what I can do

I bled the verve out, brain seized, heart squeezed, pump by pump, peanut gallery angel blue.

Knives and shotgun shells keep the laws followed; we'll hang 'em high in marketplaces et al

Invoice me, I've got no silver or gold, no money, nothing to trade, nothing to offer any of y'all

Faith to stand the ground underneath your feet comes from your parents, orphans get gipped 

The folks who should have killed each other, let well-enough alone, now extinction's gunship.

Pills make the world go around, without the pills, the species extinction is immanent, to wit

Days and nights trip in the wobble and twirl, around the star that burns until it's a black hole

Dreams end, you wake up and remain woke for a moment until the light turns on, school time

1st to 16th grades, torture the babies' minds, knowing it only took two to make it on a dime.

Lost knowledge is the wisdom of this world's wives and husbands, drivin' the turnpike's line

I played my part, you played yours too, in the bar, the flies get hungry for the hearts' so fine

On the juke box, the notes & lyrics program you & I for the rest of the night, we're all alone

For a New York minute, a sweet bed you made just for me, I'm the number on your cellphone.

Flyin' or floatin' above grounds of being, it's inhumane, it's dreams and below air underfoot

Coffins, caskets, urns or just dusted bones scattered on a dot in the Void stretch, got the boot

Mysterious matter in the form energy takes, a gravitational collapse of the divine funk-junk

Hear me?  Repeat ad infinitum, what it is can be very funky, captive Truth, I call it all Bunk.

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BY

R J J  STEPHAN, I

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER 2nd MMXXVI A.D. @ 911 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin' to the @MightyTemptations #WhatItIs in an infinite loop, on youTube link @ 

https://youtu.be/Az4eutcQiZk?si=SBSzhVJG4peicaiN  }

SAD GIRL

SITTIN' A PEARL WHITE EL DORADO, GANGSTER LEAN, SHE'S REVVIN' THE THROTTLE & BUMPER STICKER SAYS, "I LIKE TEJANO"; SHE LIVED LIKE A REBEL!

SEX & CANDY LIKE DISCO LEMONADE

Whiskey, Beer & Wine For My Boys & My Horses - not @Aristotle by @TobyKeith

ARISTOTLE

SCHISM'S CAT, THE SYLLOGISM

 Malfunction in the maelstrom of swirling atoms atop eves

Of the all too human freaks hatchin' out of eggs, we believe

In the blindness of the eyes that see within and without us all

Pretend the rock-scratched cave walls hold memories of a fall.

From above and below this planet, there's Space & One "X"

Unknown to aliens and insects evolved on Earth, MAD MEN

Nothing with 208 bones that bipedal upright is perfect @Sex

Completed gestation and birth yields ignorant, innocent by 10.

Beg the questions, no answer is the final word, grim fairies too

Asleep at the wheel or in the cave's dark corner, an angel flew

Wingless forever until the final gasp of wind, too late for snacks

Snakes, worms, maggots, move all animation forward in kayaks.

Built by nobody, accidental collision of subatomic grace & charm

All credit due to the creatures of habit, bugs, all cows on the farm

You have no idea but you know it all, number lines' calculations

A trigonometric form of the geometry & algebra, immortal skins.

Heads get bombarded by the photons' electric charge, annihilate

Everything imagined, each atom's subatomic natural charm I ate

Nothing left, End after the implosion into Singularity's centerfold

Braced for an impact, lights go out, Timing's everything, I'm old.

You're young, whole life ahead of you, nothing at all behind a cat

Just the air breathed in and out, eating the matter turnin' to shat

All who knew you forgot about you, it's not personal, all naturale

Last suck of wind is all you get, souls innocent of the crime, pal!

Above this dirty plane, into the fog of unknown Void, charmed

Subatomic and random, its historical, hysterical animal farmed

Think, hence, five or six senses the harbinger of the narrow path

Tread by all toddlers, teens & other inseminators of the mothers.

Neither you nor I know anything for certain, uncertainty reigns

Innocent and ignorant alike all know it, deep down gone insanes

All of y'all, nobody gets out alive, imagine disintegrating all hair

From deep down in the maelstrom that disappears into thin air.

Deduce the induction, assume Truth of premises lead to a Truth

Impossible to presume, alright, everyone else's wisdom is a tooth

Mine alone is there's nothing for anybody after Life on Earth too

Talking corpse burned or buried, never says anything more, Foo.

Fighters for the air and grown roots, seed to plant, sustain brains

To be or not to be is not the question, it's the conundrum's pains

Fear and loathing of the pain & suffering, one lone heart beats it

Just like a drum-set, it needs big sticks, to bounce up-down slits.

Cymbal's crash into the unholy margins, boogie-woogie's to be

Moving the rhythm and rhyme into another dimensional creed

Innocent of the high crimes & misdemeanors, punished assault

Waves just the end of evaporating H2O, already gone, rock salt.

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3 for the good of all of our lives, so I'm One

Seventh son or just the only leftover of a matrix's orb, special op 

Fuel to burn's exhausted, coasting to a happy ending, cosmic slop

If & only if you're a psycho, kill wisdom's roots & black hole sun.

A mirror image with no reflection means all there is, is the Void

I assume premises are true to yield a valid deduction, hemmoroid

Bleeding or in containment, mortal flows in solitary confinement

I know like you know, all know nothing except asphalt & cement.

55-14 at Lambeau Field, Packers killed the record of scoring all

Nobody cares, nobody is left after the mirage disappears in a fall

Remembered after you died, Nothing, Dead Air, Blackness' states

Not 50 or 1, dream in a dream for the woke, all too human fates.

Herd of bacteria and viral immanence congeal a confusion ball

Worms dig, you're not special, wealth or poverty, death's for all

If not six feet under the dirt, you're the food for an afterthought

In millennia on infinite repeat, awakened & blind, lies I bought.

Peer pressure, funk improvised into the classical rhythm's beats

Melody rhymes or it ends in total annihilation under the cleats

It's all forgotten, it's all recalled, it's all a bunch of bovine scat

If Truth is unknown, Nothing matters and what if it's all shat?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 2nd, MMXXVI Anno Domini 7:07 AMPST

{ Download ala mindfulness, out of a headless horseman's mind while jammin' to @TowerOfPower #YoureStillAYoungMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rtE4V6YxKZ8?si=zSbX9os0PwOc6_cf }

F I N I S

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