#KebMO #CheckMate #IMissTheGoodOldDays

@nike @CaitlinClark #Kicks

TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Nothing Doing Anything With Everybody #Baloney & #Salami #Deadmeat #Lunchmeat #ShatScat

NOTHING IS FREE, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, WARRIORS -  @SecDef

Y’all spookin’ for a peace in my mind, but I’d settle for a piece of strange bubble, man. 
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time. 
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone. 
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.

Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive 
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve. 
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this 
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.

There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle 
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant 
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski 
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.

The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here 
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless 
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic 
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.

There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls 
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls 
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game 
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.

I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia 
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA 
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be 
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!

Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not 
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges 
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates 
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.

Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high 
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll 
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away 
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.

Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids 
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it 
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips 
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.

Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about 
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout 
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth 
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.

Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on 
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere 
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack 
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.

I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly 
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley 
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do? 
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!

Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma 
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round 
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly 
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.

You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life 
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast 
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go 
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.

Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some 
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune 
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one 
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.

Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold 
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old 
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so 
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.

You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here 
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam 
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold 
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.

Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived 
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived 
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell 
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.

Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill 
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt 
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle 
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet? 

Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream 
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream 
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste 
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.

Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone 
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen 
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son 
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 4^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1630 PMPST

{ Per The Ramones, God's in charge.  If you know, you know. }

#DoobieBrothersConcert2025 @BigSmo @MorganWallen @HankWilliamsJr

OIL AND THE FILTER

If you don’t mind, this means War when you hear or see the rumors and hot propaganda

You don’t know what you don’t see or hear about by reading or word of mouth agenda

I know nothing and whichever words of explanation you hear one way or another, A Sting

Yank your attention and arrest it for an infinite moment, everything you know is changing.

 

Watch the end of the story unfold in a two-day battle, beheaded snake remains in motion

Party of the multiplicity on every continent on Earth the cars keep dancin’ in colored skin

Pink inside and out, blood’s purple inside & runs red on the outside of every skin’s parabola

Good old days you went through with me y’all know from Chicago to Mississippi to Florida.

 

Let me have the microphone, call it a #Mike, disguised a 1^st lady in the people’s blank house

In charge or down at the rock bottom of the ladder where the weight is carried it all aback

Woman had babies who grew up in spectacular or disastrous manners, can’t change it all

Know what I know way back in good old days, gas in my dad’s gas tank cost 20 cent per  gal.

 

Passing out or passing away is what we’ve been doin’ since I was back I the good old daze

Never change it one bit, I never knew more than I could see in the gods’ deep-purple haze

Talkin’ about a trippin’ in your home, greaser and dooper-style, all about hookin’ up to “its”

My girlfriends all knew my name, address & home phone number, so did their daddies’ fits.

 

Back to the story, back there where I used to run from the danger & turn around for a fight

Not afraid after the monsters in the dreams were exposed as the ghosts in my reincarnate

Body changed but the ghost within still misses those good ol’ days, it keeps returning to Go

Pumpin’ brakes on the way down to stop lights & octagon stop signs all about ebb & flow.

 

Slow down or speed up before it’s all over, relative or absolute control over ways & means

Nobody impedes an unstoppable force moving ahead or behind it, DNA in the magic beans

Gas giants leaving signatures every place in Space that allows it, chalk on a rock-hard skin

Beer, wine, spirits aged in wooden cherry barrels for a smooth sippin’ high lookin’ for a sin.

 

People of the rocks and sand above the liquid love of gods, every molecule & atom screws

Seeing and believing the Univision of television and the cable of the TNT & flatscreen blues

Beats layin’ down the moves for both above and below this dirty ground, I love down deep

Hills ahead with the ends still there waiting for the application of the means, soul I’ll keep.

 

Bum as I am all there is inside and outside of my family’s tree, branches down to holy roots

Twisting back and forth, to and fro makin’ the 208 bones assess joints strength top to foots

Remember everything & forget nothing, a dream streams like smoke in the dead air’s wave

Dead & done gone before I arrived, my forefathers knew I’d get down, right here & right now.

 

Bigger gratitude will not materialize out of the matrix than the infinite thanks I’ve got in deep

Under my finger and toenails, protected the feeling things that the dumb asses out my face

Not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, as they say, try to take advantage of me or mine

That will get you Smith & Wesson heat or at least Mr. Sam Bowie blade, 21 moves per slice.

 

Know what I know, bring it with y’all & pay it forward & a throwback the species’ extinctions

Bright boys and girls, the kids of the elders who had no idea why they paid for Mankind sins

Flow from the equator to the poles, due to the revolution and the wobble around, we’ll sing

Commitment to nothing and able to honor that One commits to the Void, all about Nothing.

 

Before the blood & bones partner, attention arrested cowboys & girls, all texts self-destruct

High school ring in my hands again, she gave it back, bet her father made that happen, Dick

Now it appears that I’ve had angelic overlords directing the impasses allow my passage out

Of the situations presented that want your money or your life, survived punk-asses, slick.

 

Sherrif knew my name, grandpa was the Fire Chief, ergo WTF I did put me above Man-dumb

Thought I was King ‘til they cut my hair & sent me to training under south Texas’ red-hot sun

Did me better to live with the Mississippi alligators that fled swamp Florida to the Bayou fun

Say nothing ever said, copyright as if it matters about Forms of the whole Truth at random.

 

Back to class after summer vacations, I think it was about 12 to13 years on a turnaround

And then on to serve the people in no-armed service where they showed me an M-16 sound

Booms of bombs and near misses inside and outside to get accustomed to surviving Ends

Ghosty, angel-spirit animates mud & then goes battery-dead, it’s sad but hey, Time bends.

 

Ready or not to uncover the silence inside or outside of a box or a can, a vile or a one-hitter

Better to have been here for a few moments than never to have come at all, it’s God’s butter

We are the epitome of Creation’s Rembrandt and even if you don’t have kin, you’re human

Mothers & fathers don’t matter, you matter, your form & consciousness’ recollection, man!

 

Let it go, pay attention to where you’re arrested, here & now, eyes wide open, see the gods

Always above & beyond the happiness you’ve ever consumed here & now, nirvana hotrods

Honey tastes as sweet as sugarcane pies that passed my lips, all bitters disappear as I sing

Turn around before you get to the dead-end street, you lived there, wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Served the masses both serious and solemn onto a population of country mates inherited

Media and internet completed the species dominance of the dirt from north to south pole

Still at the Ends, corpus dillecti can’t be denied, if you live you will die, factoid of life’s dead

Who left writing on cave walls, paper tiger Cro-Mag announcements in Pac10 Rose bowls?

 

Swear to God on a stack of bibles because one bible ain’t enough to swear on, need a stack

That is a promise & can’t be broken, death before the sheriff or deputy gets shot by mistake

You & yours are sacrosanct, mine are as well, due respect, it will be an honor to follow back

Clear dinosaur blood, viscosity in my .383 all 20-50 weight keeps my .44 under-seat make.

 

In a day way back in the ‘70’s, I wondered when 2026 would accumulate consecutive spins

Tryin’ to get my girlfriends to take everything off ‘cept my high school ring, recall mortal sins

It was all good, no child ever came out of wedlock as far as I’ve been told, God only knows

Certainty comes & goes with the wisp of wind blowin’ sound around in circles, takin’ blows.

 

Howls I heard were my own, my eyes were closed but wide-open like the Red Sea full of cod

Being chased by the big old bad soldiers of the empire, needed divine sea swallowing it all

Filling up Davy Jones’ locker with the metal and wood malformed into a deceptive skid Fall

To WAR, it will be a soul sacrifice of ones who signed on a dotted line, for the Love of God.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 28^th MMXXVI Anno Domini at 11 o’clock AMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while loopin’ #GoodOleDays by @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=_OXKnGY4hZT11rHY }