My Thing Ain’t No Thang
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It’s usually, never, or always, possibly hardly ever, maybe once in a great while, high free wind
I blow in from coast to coast, transoceanic & subterranean, above, for me to know & you to find
Change water into anything, wine, Kool-Aid or pickle juices, matter and energy, One to be many
A condition for this, keep it up to the standards you’ve been accustomed to, brainwashed gunny.
Mixed up in my mind, not yours which has lucid moral clarity & the benefit of havin’ no doubt
I used to be that way, then I died & came back to life, resuscitated by medics on a rural route
Eight miles out of Memphis and even earlier before the War of Nam, Lake Michigan enlisted fine
All to go with the fast-food companies, I labored as a child fourteen to nineteen, tore my mind.
Scenes pass right before my very eyes, I get the language in my native tongue, impressionable
As you know, nobody knows anything, including you & I, begin at the origin, the unknown table
Been around the blocks a time or two, no exaggeration that I can’t pin down the exact tally toll
How many human females affected me? Hundreds and I can’t recollect precise number to poll.
Whether I was good, bad or ugly to them all, now that I’m dead & gone, on the thereafter too
Buildings used to be built around me, it made sense I’d take them all with me on the way out
Heroes and villains made it all become history, hysterical or false pride in the transitory spirit
Of popes, priests, preachers, ministers, clergy, men & brothers, forget the sisters, all about It!
This ain’t my rodeo, I’m just a rovin’ cowboy conceived and gestated without free will, just to be
Not aborted or miscarried, I got to be decades more than my ancestral heritage, exception rule
Did you do what you arrived to do? If not, don’t waste any more time, just do it now, y’all a fool
Thinking before you speak will save time in the hoosgow, neutrality is so sweet, very super cool.
Roadways, paths to tread that follow somewhere you can’t conceive before sense perception
Eye sighted or blinded, hyper-auditory or deaf, olfactory and a taste of Vivacious Time on Earth
I don’t care one way or another about an actual Truth, I’ve got no baggage, just naked bone son
Of course, daughters of hopeless sinners who had no pity, I supplant grace, first aid, all done.
Remains after we all depart the Earth, Wind & Fire, whisper sweet nothings to someone close
Like a cool breeze through their hair or across the bald pate, they know who it was, that blows
You’re all gone & he or she is still there trying to stay alive, like the dance required, quirky bold
Been a fixed object, annihilated all of that, retrospect grants deep respect kid, wiseman got old
You get on the starting line with or without teeth, feed on teat or a nipple-plastic leaker
I play around with the hands and feet with the voice and skeleton of bones, I’m a shaker
It’s not for a small reason but it’s apoplectic shock I want to remain within, as in a dream
It is a rhythm and a rhyme, in sequential harmony with the powers that be, come cream.
You know if you know, if you don’t know you may get lucky but there’s no guarantee, man
Perks are all cancelled, commitments are all that each conscious 208 bones must remain
Immortal more or less, a second or a moment is longer than the spirits who can’t come in
Peace and War for what they’re worth, Space-Dark, blackness around the Sun’s mortal sin.
You cannot be wondering how I know, it’s all written down in the library and the world web
Surprise that you’ll keep asking the same question expecting a different answer out the crib
Heard it all before, on the grapevine or off the grid, all of the above and below is Presence It
No name, no revered or dishonored souls that animated the forms, Love evolved True Grit.
Holy thanks to the linguistic evolution, to record for posterity the incredible feats of the Feet
Two Feet usually but even without one foot, it is still the case that a mind needs to be all set
To become happy before the rigor mortis morphs your beauty and glory to be, it’s a wake up
Calling in the nick of Time, not a moment longer could have saved the gods’ created phuq-up.
Thinking that I do that, think about subjects and predicates and signals to predators & matey
A sound mind and body survive in the midst of bacteria, viral infections & snows-blinded dates
Here’s a secret message you get for freedom, jive talkin’ this & that, jumped conclusion ecstasy
Ugly as I am, it’s an accidental disfigurement, an anomaly of Jive Talk, still I’m Bad & Good fates.
New day, no complaining about reckless abandon and the wrecks left in the wake of the quake
Volcanoes erupt like temper tantrums, to be or not to be cool & collected survivor, a deep fake
Things in a lump of clay, dirty and clean at one and the same time, soul vaccinations all unheard
Follow me home, I will annihilate you before you hyperventilate the O2, H2O or I’ll kill a Word.
You should come along for the trip, it’s an apparent cause & effect of invisible, atomic reaction
Stones thrown and stuck with the sticks and picks, tuck-pointed in your own personal direction
Marvelous & above outstanding, a nirvana Esque superimposition to pick up my clothes, liberty
Blowin’ up my cellphone, ads to buy this & that, I don’t really GAF, y’all know it’s good to be me.
Picked you up and you picked me down, like the strings on my Fender, my fingers bleeding out
Tires full of air, rollin’ down the middle of the road, soul & rock with rhythm & rhyme all shout
Love supreme all about feeling like the creator of the Void, here & now in a Kracker’s full house
Sharp dressed man, girls & women get jiggy for a hot, horizontal bop, diamond ring & a mouse.
Outreach caught the spirits leaving the hosts, without warning, when it’s over, it’s just that, over
Neither the living nor the dead have any choice, it is what it is, sure is funky though, undercover
I’m all in, y’all are all in, we animate the rest of the freeways, tollways, expressways in petri dish
Bacterial and viral it is as above, so below, burn gas, fire star, don’t stare into it, we’re blind fish.
Activate your abs and your mind will follow, it’s the narrow way to assimilate muscle beach
Talk to the hand, become as you were before you became to attention, download the bitch
In the most highly intended manner, I submit a tribute to the species extinction, decrepit old
All species become extinct, no species is immortal, no sheep, no goat, no bull, not even gold.
Belong to your own “Me, Myself & I” you must own it, always & forever the only middle way
Either way, each on the other sides of the middle, it’s an infinite path of everything lost in Space
You all can go there, everyone can but I’d suggest waiting until your death, nothing to lose Day
Humans before & after their arising from the Earth’s muck & mire, dead-mud, my happy face.
by
r j j stephan, i
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ROCKTOBER XVth MMXXV
Ad Infinitum #NotAMillenial #EraseDeletion
{ Crypto-currency spent, got Nothing
Special, wrote this doozy while waiting for the @WorldSeries2025 & jammin’
to the CD #IfIKnowMe of @MorganWallen youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SAF-5dAMnM4?list=PL2byhjvwcjEciEtr5_hs5IQD6doIch1LA
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F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?
I could use a little rain!
“MY TRACTOR’S GREEN, MY COLLAR’S BLUE
. . . & I love you, yes I do!
