#BlackCoffee #RhymedTime #GotWhatIPaidFor #Freedom

Hesitation WAR IN HADES!

Don’t quote me but I’m just sayin’, you get what you pay for or train for on the government’s mules
Taxes paid by IRS worshipers who pay the taxes for ones who don’t, sounds incredible, we be fools
All in my mind I’m going to go out on a limb, nobody agrees that all human adults are intelligent life
No apology for saying or thinking about the final cut, extinction of species, all too humane sharp knife.

A species’ survival is in the hands of a group of #NobodyKnowsWho but there’s no need to worry, bud
Everything under this sun-star in the middle of heaven shining down here on my tomatoes & cow cud
Evolution and revolution occurs in retrograde until the Singularity pokes the fourth dimension of Time
If and only if the human brain is mindful at the moment of the #BigWhimper then it will drop a dime.

I stepped into the exact same river twice when I was told that the action was impossible, but wait
There’s more where gods come from, watch #Signs appearing everywhere, blows your mind, Fate
Hardly a second will tick off the ticker without your own physical heart doin’ all the work, fortune
Hope you have some because the predators still roam Earth, robbers who used to go to jail soon.

No more, let them eat cake, the judges say it’s a joke & their job is to be the joker, circuit to supreme
No difference between the immoral & unethical, yet very different from the moral & ethical scheme
Good guys and gals against the bad guys and gals, they take no responsibility for societal obligations
So, when we catch the children of welfare and their parents on disability, they’re in the morgue bins.

A slab for everyone of us because we don’t let the corpses rot in the street or alleys with the trash
Our trash collectors and our embalming/incinerating groups keep the civilization from volcanic ash
Caves in hills, mountains & under seven seas without H2O, Earth appears as a solitary, holy potato
Y’all know things epistemologically, but you are Alone with the fact that only one whistle can blow.

Final alert before your next move, this is a chess game & it will end eventually, engage in Something
You’re gonna die today or someday without my opinion, Ai is devolving back into the idiots who sing
Songs played and sung by those with ears to hear and emotions to feel within, as if meant to sunset
Which all of That is all of This? Questions, answers, First Cause & Last Effect, y’all be in It, to win It!

In and out of your mouth deep down through the ears into the skull’s brain, your mama & your pa
Historically hysterical as the Truth is the way it was in a wild imaginary world, a random mix of DNA
Need something more or less to put inside of the vacuum hole you see, 8 miles above your fat face
Nothing bad about being fat, means you’ve stored energy efficiently for future starvation diet pace.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, September 1, 2023 @ 911 AMPST

{ Conceptual analysis & rhythm of the rhyme merged while listenin’ to #SlowYourRoll https://youtu.be/0eERCG_pBUs?si=Yk1AyGT45BBW0dJ6  #BrothersOsbourne & #Everlast https://youtu.be/Le-vlctnPLM?si=r5NnEosofVMcAkmZ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

e=mC2

Gobs Gobs Goobs . . . #ChicagoHotDogs #RedHots #Beef #ItalianSausage & #Fries @MarshallPhillips @ArmstrongGettyRadioShow #JiggleYourMouseToSleep # @BWStephenson #MyMaria #TheGrinchPhilosophy

SORE MIND OF A HUNGRY RAPTOR

Pimps on the block, goin’ in for an interview, part-time job is a cool booster

You’re increasing my risk every moment of every day, when it’s a time to go

To the in and out both above and below the primary chunks of reality fodder

Hardy as strongest of the streets’ people who faithfully fool Tao-Marxist Ho’s.

My history professor reinforced the lie of Earth’s origin, you have the tools

Screw it or pound it until the desired result is assimilated, high above below

Hunger satiated now & then, today, yesterday but tomorrow nobody knows

Drugs and the junk to inject the venom into your bloody brain, all God blows.

Foolish freaks of nature hard to get, it’s a play on a stage, it began & it will end

I’m down, really down on the ground, in a cold lobby where you dropped deuce

Preferred an alley that’s wet and dark, they were all clean & dry like hard salami

Portals allowed the punks into their mothers’ wombs, living in evil, alive & free.

Vanish from my perception & you don’t exist any longer, kill or be killed, in love

What has gone up will return to its natural state, down on the ground in a grave

Gravity does it just fine, don’t climb to the hilt of a peak, need a cool cyber-slave

Higher than the risk factor, First Cause of the First unmoved mover, I Am above.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Freezember XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

 MERCREDI at 711 AMPST

{ jammed while jammin’ to @SmokeyRobinson #OneHeartbeat in an infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/A39xfn3K_Ps & @SteelyDan #CountdownToEcstasy link @ @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P. @FrancoHarris #immaculateReception

#AINTWOKE

#GrimReaper #Grinch #GrimmerGrammar #GimmesomeSkinnerRanchUFOlogy

PSYCHOTIC SHREDDING, ALL TOO HUMANE GOLD 

Zip ties on your wrists to keep your will to THE power in check, pop wheelies 'til dusk

Dawn will break as it always does because the dusk cannot stop itself from being one

As if it's a problem not to be the Many, you should probably leave me alone, my son

We all know where this leads every time, it's in a groove that can't be fooled by musk.

Whisper in one ear and blowin' out the other, I do the right thing when it's all wrong

Skin so soft, it's what it means by what it reads, what it says, SSS, on the skin all along

For boys in the band and the girls backstage waitin' for a party after with a coolio cat

A riff off of a few frets with my pickin' and grinnin' as if I know the chords of E or F flat.

Climactic high and manic depressive low of the mind, for the brain, for the happy head

Stoned or not, could be just the normal seratonin charge from being amazed, not dead

For one false move, one wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and it's over, caput

Children of ancestors are our own children's kin, a DNA evolved out of chimney soot.

I'll drink to that, let's have a toast with some Tennessee whiskey, I have the top shelf

It's BlackJack out of the shelters where I used to go before I got on the wagon, my self

But it's OK for you & the rest of the world to get fired up, white or brown gas of songs

Not your fault after the spirits remove you're free will to do right, to never do wrongs.

Everyone's a dead man walking because except for our mother's grace we forced entry

Into this world wanted or not, needed or not, trained to be good or bad even if ugly

Welcome to the veterans of the foreign wars your uncles and aunts sent you into low

So low below the down & knocked out that nobody knew what needed to get a blow.

In and out, starting over or just letting the finale be the ending, one last time, for me

Own the thing itself, you came, you went, you're all gone at some point, just not now

Maybe later, tomorrow, next week, a millionaire, more, that'd be 120M, I don't know

Soon, don't blink, y'all are alive due to the gamete entry into the ovum of Tennessee.

Luxury of Love and Gold, having it all and giving it all away to the ones without it all

No place like this Space and Time to get the karma even with the debt, payin' for kin

Way back when there was no way to get the bad guys, your great, great kin did a sin

Killed everybody they ever saw and took their belongings, just like the cops in a jail.

No sherrif or officer of the Law of Tao, Good & Evil that men do, it's all subconscious

This here bulk of word salad doesn't indicate what's the matter, it's empty flux dust

Below the atomic protons, neutrons and electrons over the one common halo I defile

Eyes wide open, ain't my fault that the Earth spins around the blocks, piles of smiles.

Out of the cemetery's granite shapes with names from A to Z, last, first, middle, rank

Oh son, daughter, father, mother, sister, brother, at the bye & bye, stink, stunk, stank

Away past the clouds where no human eyes are allowed to see, dream or not to be in

Some girls, rolling stones knew & sung the words, it's what I say too, I am now truckin'.

Law to murder, law to kill only if justified by self defense you can prove 'round a bend

Didn't intend for the life to terminate yet you may have been a First Cause of the end

Fault is the one who is closest to the moment of death than anyone else, it's the blame

For another one biting the dust, burial in stuffing or burnt to ash and rock bone fame.

Here's a vulgarity, a piece of linguistic jargon unacceptable in public, phonix is Phuqe

Immediate shock just for the thought going into your noggin, it resonates, oh phuque

Point is, forget about it, it's a sound and a thought, your mind is the cause, it's effect

All sound and light shows in a large cave without your mother, father or rocker sect.

Silent mess of the head bull's scat, what the whole herd are forced to whiff 'til dead

It's not the way of the warrior, it's the herd of the cow finding The Way home, graze

Eating cows & pigs makes the men & woman scale down the dream without me, so

Word is up, precursor of the word being made flesh, the way home has deleted blow.

I was off of the grid when the days were all falling into place, gettin' faster you know

As you approach the stones and rocks that need to be broken into fragmented dust

Gold or just the basalt from the planet's burning out function, planetary extinction

My business and yours, to know the facts of life you father didn't tell you, it's a bust.

Gold or platinum chrome plated reverse wheels, laid down a rubberized protraction

Babies of one day or nine months, one chance to enter this realm's fake satisfaction

Amigos knockin' on our front doors pushin' us into uncomfortable corners of loving

Down or hungup in this space, what's my name at that time, it Is All That I Am, I'm In.

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:40 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JohnnyGuitarwatson #IWannaThankYou https://youtu.be/u0JO5l8LkAc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Overcoats & #UndercoverWear #WTHdidyoujustsay? #OneOfTheseLemonLoavesPlease

 

AN OBTUSE MISDIRECTION, GOD'S TOO WOKE TO FEAR AN OMICHRONIC OXYMORON

This is neither party nor disco, there ain't no foolin' around in this #fake white room

It's got no windows or curtains, no doors or cathedral ceilings or disappearing floors

As your orphan parents taught you, reading and writing will open ol' Richard's doors

One, two & three brings the brides out of nowhere, a slight of hand & a bride groom.

Pumped up from the air compressed in a container of concrete and steel, it's blown me

There was no synchronization of the Time & Space complements of the divine almighty

All by myself in a choir or at the altar with the body and blood of a human martyr god

To be or not to be transubstantiated into the club of useful idiots who fish with a rod.

Bring the gil-nets to capture the dorsal and tail fins of everything but Snoopy & Brown

Magic, miracles, reality is a dream within a dream, a dramatic realization Xmas uptown

Bad as I've been I don't expect a thing from the snitches I've offended, no toy, Nothing

I'm OK with that since I don't know anybody anyways, no queens, no brothers, no king.

There's a monster inside of my head, I suppose there's chaos making the order to chill

Getting further away from One hot, burning source of our heartbeats, sip a shot to kill

Ennui finishes the ends of a Big Bang, far, far away from heat, invisible cinnamon ants

Cosmic wavelength and frequency transmit the Truth, it's a mask mandate to variants.

Free choice when you use rationality to fool around with the causes of specialty effects

But your free choice is restricted by the jails and prisons of the accidents of teenage sex

Maybe your mother or your father was one of the 'unexpected' results of an apple bite

Funny life in front of your face, the doors are locked and I can't get in, it's out of sight.

Middle of America or down in Tazmania or Saipan, it's the same old song, hum a tune

Ain't goin' up if you're goin' down and you're goin' down man, I think is this too soon

It's never too late and that's a fact of life, before and after the Big Bang, love survived

Microbes, bugs, all of the extinct and to be extinction of species, it means we all died.

Billy goats herded to wonder why they can't eat the fence when wheat grass is chewed

Because it's barbed wire, not wood or aluminum, just pain when you ram a goatshead

Nestegg broke & the yoke's been spent, there's nothing leftover, tidbit of morality din

Top of the morning at the crack of dawn, no chickens or cocks, FOCUS, eye's wide open.

Who pays for their goods with personal check?  Why?  Who doesn't have plastic cash?

Come on man!  It's 2022 almost and you need to step up & get jiggy with the Present

It's all about the tone of your voice and the appearance of your contorted facial bash

Running into the walls and the doors in the prison cells won't get you out, get bent!

Muddy water runnin' north to south, black water runnin' south to north, centered Sin

Middle of the dotted matrix is there but it's not discoverable while alive on Earth's Id

You'll need to die to see the Truth, it's not your or my fault, it's all accidental collisions

You are alive and you're gonna die, that's all you're gonna know, wise up!  Awful spirit!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM (EST) #Vendredi

{ Sucked this out of my psyche this AM while listenin' to @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow on @kste650AM, #SonsOfMotherBlasters & @SebastianManiscalco link @ https://youtu.be/e8QZwnJZTgQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiantRatOfSumatra #FiresignTheater #ThatsTheWayLoveIsBaby #BitchWillTakeTheAppleAgain - #ForkedTongueOfScratch #Lookaway @MarvinGaye @ChicagoTheBand @StarTrekVIIIFirstContact

BOREDOM'S BEDROOM AWAITS A BUM'S TALES, A BLOODY SAILOR'S MYSTERY
You have the look and when you're not blinded by the light, disappearances are It, everything
Not the only thing because there's something else that really isn't anything at all, it's nothing
Apes backward and forward in the march of atomic shatter from the Big Bang or the wild blue
In through the out door and having the double-double animal style, a shake, fries & more too.

Stacked from zero to infinity & back to the origin where even Popeye doesn't ever get to roam
Noted and now for the rest of the story that's a fictional account of thought causing this tome
Book of words regarding Ends of the other things themselves, subjected to a predication scoot
Exterminated nature of the beast and the unknown, ticket to paradise's last breath, then caput.

Appearances may be exactly what they look like, that matter in that form, a scent & good taste
One way or another the birds & the bees get the job done & so does the human nuclear waste
This Earth will be the origin of the recognition of a Black Hole's Big Bang, Singularity of Adam
Not only blessed with good fortune but also the only reason I'm the dreamer's sun, so Sam I am.

Throwing up the suppers and dinners to throw down with the enemies of the state of being us
Every baby born to every woman & man alive or not, all are a product of Earth's extinction bus
An evolutionary adaption to being atomic fission and fusion in retrograde to a black hole of soul
On the abstract line from a moment, this present to the infinite end of Time & Space, drum roll.

Staring out at the waterline, everything is clear, everything alive is covered up except sails high
Up & down the coast, in & out of islands, traveling on soft water 'cause the ground's too hard
Trippin' to the movement of tides and the glide of the wind blowin' north by southwest, to sea
For the last time, land is seen for the last time you blink & see angels, gods, dead loves, all Free.

Humane solution to fear of being dead while you're still alive, fretting test diagnoses gone down
Nothing really matters just like it never has before or after our conceptions, be happy, I'll frown
You find this completely incredible and impossible while I entertain the notion as Truth, a solid
A gas and a liquid are the only other things themselves other than anti-matter of the rock druid.

As above skies of blue, blackness is everywhere else surrounding us all, it's here or doom soon
We sent probes to prove the uncertainty principle's truth, that Nothing is Everything in a room
That has limits called the unknown and infinities called the gods, players of cosmic chess moves
Dreams to come and go like drifting sailboats in the Devil's Triangle, what boat sinks in coves?

Manikins & their ventriloquists who dress & undress their smooth plastic limbs, signal mama
She comes alone to prove that existence is futile, a repetition of things ad infinitum, it's karma
Reason for Doom & Gloom is the breaking of the First Cause's Law, war with Evil ape-monkeys
Good humans live & die but why, Life's to die for, says so in blacker, magical fortune cookies.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June 25th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted watchin' & listenin' to #StarTrekVIII:First Contact link @ https://youtu.be/5Eg1jBJ10VI }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#RearAdmirals #FrontGrunts

LET’S ROCK AGAIN, KNOCKIN’ YET *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 6, 2020

----------------------   A O K ---------------------

Your guess is as good as mine, I’ve no idea, two out of the three of us know, a bleed we feared

Grandpa and pop both got to the pearly gates, so to speak and either winked and disappeared

Else they entered and discovered that all communication nets with Earth’s last gasp of breath

Since the age of reason and the extreme unction blessing of wounded soul mending to death.

From zero to ninety nine, days either begin to move quicker or else, I’m havin’ too much fun

So many things to do, from playing chess games to grooming frozen souls for knockin’ boots

Of suffering good, bad and ugly feelings for family and friends, lovers and enemies I’ve spun

All of the many are innocent pleaders for the mercy they’ll never get when payback is afoot.

Dug for gold and got the oil that runs the land, air and sea, all in the deep pocket of kings

Queens take what they can and poison the ilk that would prevent their domination of things

Hearts broke to pieces and buried under the wound’s jagged scar, to recollect the scenario

Inseminated conception, gestation, mutation of the generation to be or not to be a cheerio!

Feed the pigs and kill the Nazis so that the Chosen Ones may flip-off the holy bird’s N-word

In this dream or the one you’ll know when you die, color and noise are unseen by a wild herd

Comfortable without feeling a thing, nothing but empty darkness, sliver of light in a blue iris

In another flash of alternating, spinning whirl of confusion, it dawns on you, know what it is?

Adore y’all but before I bid adieu, it’s incumbent upon me to atrophy my genome DNA son

For all the right reasons you will be rewarded with good vibrations, vibes from the heavens

Florida keys or Hawaiian isles are my destination with or without you, no never without me

Kokomo and Montego, Kauai dreamin’ of the flower contact high, blown far out to the sea.

Blinded faith in the knowledge and the power to be wise and aware that death is in the wings

I didn’t make it up, don’t shoot the messenger, get your affairs in order before fat lady sings

Many guys have loved you baby, I’m just one of the many but I am the One you’ve waited for

Here and now, then over there, whatever it takes, even if I’m a stiff, I win, got the high score!

I swung along with the sing a-longs just to get a date and see if your sugar needed stirrin’

Or down the road knockin’ boots, just me and you, doors shut, cut lights, boots knockin’

Whiskey and smokin’ Lucky Strikes until midnight brought us between the silken sheets

Reasonable yet irrational at one and the same time, impossible to contradict the 6 shots.

I roamed the roads ‘til dawn just drivin’ around the lake, lookin’ for trouble in a holy bubble

Taking it all down with me, I never wanted to do it but I did, I moved first, I drew and I shot

He forgot to lock and load his piece so I helped him out with that when I buried him in rubble

No sheriff, no Jesus H down at the bottom of It, 5. 4. 3. 2. 1, devil’s drink in my hand, it’s hot!

by

r j j stephan, i * Header is me, my pops Albert & his pops my grampa #BigAL! #BootsNeedKnockin’

c. Dimanche, Septembre 6th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:88 PM PST

{ Jammed while listenin’ to #GoodVibes & HITS of Chris Janson #FullCupUnspillable on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hNRJjDm2sQE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FishInTheNet #CantCatchWhatsAlreadyCaught #ThrowBacks @WhiteyFord #Everlast @BobDylan #TheGodfather

SHELTER OUT OF PLACE, HUMANE!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---- #RunninFullThrottle #PedalToTheMetal ----

Better to me than I was to myself but it just didn't fly more than a few decades, It’s caput

On the rocks for the sake of knowing that you’re gonna die and haven’t accomplished it

Whatever that was when you were a teenager, the It hasn’t panned out & time’s wasting

Fake news and fake memories of things that never happened, somewhere over a rainbow.

By the curbside where a flying balloon lands just past the cornfields, Iowa or Nebraska husks

Where you’ll find the sweetness before the bitter ends, makes you cry to let it all go bye-bye

But then again, if you analyze the situation, you have no idea why you’re here anyway, to fly?

Up and down the mountains, downstream to the seas and on to the rain clouds’ rainbows high.

For the sake of sanity, you must play the hard rock with the classical notes of a million scales

Cryptic thoughts tied up in the arpeggios and chords from the angelic realm, above or below

Mean streets of only one way from the origin to the ends, it’s the only way to go, no free wills

On being all too human with crazy talkin’ control over the planetary orbit, lunatic WW5 kills.

In a position to rock the boat being the captain isn’t the brother you thought he was, no way

Not a moment will pass from now on to the last breath, when you forget the ruins, old homes

The way it was is the way it’ll never be again, nothing to do with the blaming herd’s immunity

Just the way it was is not the way it’s gonna be, space & time will tell if we’re phuqng gnomes!

Throw a mask on your face and it will make you feel invincible to the invisible lovers of DNA

Bad boys’ evil RNA to perform #TheBusiness on our kids & old ladies, the gods are on furlow

Like little babies in the cradle, we let the bugs run rampant up an down their legs and minds

For the sake of the Eagles among us, at least there’s the carrion left on ground zero, oh hero!

OK, now let’s roll, who’s in charge, take us to your leader, there’s only One in charge, don’t lie

I know when your nose gets red and you want some alcohol to drink or maryjane to cover fate

There it is, you’re ripe and ready now for the Truth, it’s been said before, what soul is all about

Doom n’ gloom go boom, darkness’ dirty, dark kings in check, the queens’ are at War to mate!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 4th, 2020 A.D. #AFifthOnTheFourth #MayTheFourthBeWithYou #AsYouWere

{ drafted while listenin’ to some nonsense from RobertZimmerman1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hUvcWXTIjcU & https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo & Bruce Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/BNwpbW0wCAI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?