#RecallJalapenoPepperNoMore #SpanishHarlem @CarlosSantana #MariaMaria #BlackMagicWoman #SombreroGalaxyFarAway

AT ONE

LAST CHANCE SALOON

Now and then usually becomes what has been whether you approve it or not

Inside or outside of the Earth's atmosphere, as we're fortunate to be astronaut

Detached from the gravitaitonal pull on the nervous system, etc, etc, etc et al

Nothing at all is more important than believing with blind faith in supernatural

Common or not from this planet's fauna both aerobic & anaerobic forms of X

Whatever was before we all got here as a species, it'll be the same as an index

Covering every corner of the dimensions we're allowed to perceive as evolved

We find we know nothing for certain, a principle from the get-go Heidenberged.

I hope and have faith and warm charity that all above & below will be copacetic

First Cause of an unknown force beyond human comprehension, an RNA block

In the nutrients' formulas & pablum offered to the hungry, tiny, eating pie-holes

Admitting to the commandments of awareness that y'all are responsible, as foals.

Long run, after you & I are either in Davy Jones' locker or undertaken by dirt

Then in that far, far away future, maybe tonight or sooner, yo' mama will hurt

To see the future because you know you must reap what you ssew, be a genius

One & the same as your great-grandparents who preceded you, survived a fuss.

Let it be known, nobody can say words to express the Unknown's nature, I see

You'll see once you've arrived at the First Cause subject & object, it'll predicate

Break it on down, all the way back to the 1st day you recall paying, you grooved

Everything a stranger said & held you responsible for homework unapproved.

In the pyramid of things, mankind attempted to build a pathway to the outerspace

Nothing could be made that high without gravity bringing it back down into dust

First, a cosmic event without human participation or existence, even if divinely so

That Big Bang whether you & the sceptic within approve or not, it's a dream-blow.

Knowing and becoming super-aware of the present leading ahead into the groove

That is the Presence of the One who CAN handle the Truth, just doesn't approve

Repeat ad infinitum is one end of a 'G' spectrum, another is distopic, too humane

Add 2 twos or multiply 2 times 2 & that Truth is it's the same response, superman.

The astrophysics and the trigonometry and for the sake of reason, the calculus is

All there is inside of our heads if you follow the beginning to the end, it's obvious

Hard to swallow after decades more or less of blind faith in the explanation for It

Being the spirit & soul that moves you, animates the skin, bones & brain of scat.

High water is impossible to keep satisfaction, a drowning is nearly guaranteed

Only if one is luckier than most everyone, you'd be saved by angelic good deed

Ghosted chimera in fully cloaked form, a shape to be seen through, as glass or ice

Last chance, tequilla shots up, here's to the victories that kept us in charge of vice.

Day after you're dead will be the same as mine, dead air, screen blank, no static

I know you'll never think about this factoid again, tried to get y'all on the stick

That was my motive for allowing the alphabet flow to appear on a blank screen

Far, far away, like that & that's the way it is, I never gave Up, Up gave up on me.

Blisters proof of life on me fingers, from the strings & frets to the drumstick beats

I made my hands need gloves or become useless tools, a has been, as Ginger Baker

Enough of wealth accrued, I've got the house on Kauaii & nobody knows but me

Anybody can find me if lookin' where I've never been, transparency, at one, at sea.

High or lower than the center of this solar system, middle of the star called Sun, he

Not she but He is the original beginning before which nothing stands or sits to be

All laid out like corpses before ova were fertilized by the original sinner's pants'

Could not keep control of a creative force that desires eternal suffering, miscreants.

You'll never be deceived again if you're never taught the Great Lie, wisdom is nil

Other than unmasking the disguise that Life means being rewarded for original sin

No reward, yet an eternal punishment, requiring a popes & saviors, virgin disguise

Ask any one of the priests & other sanctified ones, pray to God there's blind eyes.

Here & now, this is now & then it's all gone in a flash of eye blinks, open & shut

Like a case between subjects and predicates fighting for an all too human omsbud

If not you then who'd be an unknown 'x' factor, fractional over a 'y' denominator

Nobody alive gets out of this world alive, nobody, not a savior/martyr to abhor.

Princes sons of queens and kings, are the key to extinction, powers that be at one

Pressing a button, giving an order to be followed or be punished by formal exile

Just because your parents thought you were so pretty, so proud of the beauty within

All your appearances to be good, bad & ugly held more weight than an idiot grin.

Last night or last century, the bag of bones lived & died in a hundered years of toil

Nobody gets anything for free, everything needs to be bargained for, Gold or Soul

Needs to get to the bottom of the list, take care of it all from the rocks to the Space

If & only if you breathe in & out for infinity will there be Rest In Peace, brute face.

Showers of acid rain kill seeds & plants in the stardust, mere pebbles of a rock, son

Of every shape, size, color & texture, everyone a miracle to be multiplied by RNAs

Random Love on a note in a bottle, floating on the Dead Sea or the Salt Lake DNA

Ways and means to perfection dialed in, immortal superhumans thy wills be done.

Drinks for the house, I've got the tab I'll never pay since I own the joint, I'm a lover

Careless of using brainwaves to scramble motor skills, depend on no pill or dope

Unless your time on Earth is up before you're good & ready, spirits remain on rope

Following the sirens to the hospital where you're DOA & watch a sheet come over.

You live in California's gold country, it's in them thar hills, I lived atop of them, so

It is all about the 49er, the 1849er who came out on horse, wagon & cowboys blow

Without the pioneers, we'd all be sending smoke signals to the friends & enemies

Our names whatever came to mind at birth, High or Low, babies hurt mama's ease.

Can never live without the breath of fresh air, your blood dies in the nucleic atoms

Hence, the brain & mind shut-off the conscious experience, injecting the venoms

To go back to nothing, like before you were an egg & a gamete, you can't do it all

Where no grace exists for you, preconception, you'll get THERE, now that's a Fall.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XVIIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Kicked this gem out of cielo while listenin' to #AMIGOS by @CarlosSantana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Y9XXeznskQ4?si=T0HVN7VfAIE3t4jR }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SOMBRERO GALAXY

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

#AFigureOfSpeech #StarTrekVIII #TheTrumpCard #NothingIsFairAfterallIsSaidAndDone #RiffRaff @D'neshDesouza #WheresMeathead?

BIGOtheBIGOT  #dRAFTDODGE

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome

R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?