#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater

41 SHOTS OR 42 SLUGS of JACK DANIELS BLACK #DiverDan #BruceSpringsteen & #ME #33rdDegreeze #BodiesInTheVestibule #TurninBackHandsOfTimeTo

DIVER DAN’S JOY,
MERMAIDEN-HUMANE RIGAMAROL

Fools believe that all deception is the Truth and vice versa, yet it’s better than nothing or Ai

Gold & a product of quicksilver comes in the form of a messenger harboring eye for an eye

My karma is your karma, all we’ve done alone once forgotten, whisperin’ sunlight pre-alpha

Omega comin’ down the long road to Eden, no sense in losin’ sleep about mama and papa.

Innocence before a psychological dissonance leading to being compassionate or heartless

Guilty pleasure of all people still breathing through the orbital revolution in perpetuity bliss

Along with commas & periods come phraseology’s random sounds, a predication wisdom

Subjects & objects relating to one another’s atomic configuration, eclectic forms of a sum.

What you are thinking about at any given time is a product of your own indoctrinated Ego

It was never your choice to either be conceived or deceived once still-born of wind’s blow

Only humanity escapes zero gravity, still conscious & able to shoot 151 Rum, I say phuqum

It seems most obvious to the casual observer that there’s no divine reunion postmortem.

Planet thought seed inside of your mind, abstract out to the stratosphere & beyond the pale

Where no human has ever gone before since the Big Bang, if there ever was One out of jail

No proof beyond a doubt, it might be false or it might be a lying error of prejudice flip-flops

Remaining schizophrenic after the 1st break with Reality, as we know it, I like it on my T-tops.

Spun around on a pin-balanced slide of centrifugal force, until friction robs the locomotion

This creature feature is on seven continents and seven seas, lucky to have been the action

My father got some of that action from my l’il mother & like magic, I’m an original first-born

Prodigal son to some & ignorant, misguided miscreant to others whose faces breed scorn.

Famous or innocent and anonymous, either way the mortality within seeks its secret hint

A bit about why you’re alive on Earth, why life exists at all & what lives postmortem’s mint

Trinity of the holy trio of invisible abstractions yet sons, fathers & holy ghosts are the lovers

Of you and I and our families who’ve descended from the orphanages of Disneyland rovers.

Serious about the haters turning into lovers of everything under the sun, then it happens

Unknown is what cannot be known by the wise guy or wise man or woman, dread the hens

Nothing gets away from justice and discipline for long, better to dress up than to lay naked

Like a j-bird in a solitary cell with one small square window to see Nothing, for God’s sake.

Killing the messenger won’t obliterate the message which never lived so it is perennial as I

Hence, ready, set & go for the finish line, straight ahead around the bend, now learn to fly

Higher than mountaintops but lower than a stratosphere, what’s clear is no bodies suffice

Populations fully unrecognizable in group or as individual soul, invisible blues on cold ice.

Don’t lie to me unless you believe the lie is true, then it’s OK with me, you know I know too

Die yesterday, today or tomorrow in harmony with the dream within a dream, brothers’ blue

Ending is happy, clean up mess on aisle five, repeat above & below, mankind fortunate son

I can’t and I won’t stay here & now forever, takin’ pills & smokin’ ‘til I’m chokin’ just for fun.

Retarded genius filling in for the naked apes who remain anonymous to the herd of turds

Meaning that if you know what happens when YOU die, then you’ve been blessed, birds

Think, therefore you exist & if you didn’t’ think about it before, you have now, so y’all exist

Midnight Special shined a light on me, turned werewolf momentarily, turned a hairy fist.

No fear any longer, in the dark I’m the blitz of zero entity, I found a dropped dime on me

Getting’ busy with the dirty rats that survive the poison & traps that snap backs of Betty

Descended heirs of the mommies and daddies who had no idea why they conceived it

Inherited all the silver and gold gleaned out of the Mother’s dirty stones, all cave scat.

Sensation & comprehension of the deductive & inductive conclusions, Love on high wire

Essence precedes existence & everybody knows it, it’s like love & marriage in a glass jar

Bizarre like the tweets of a twitter user becoming the holy word salad of the holy grail bar

Chopped off the arms, the legs and the head to leave the trunk of a squirting funeral pyre.

There in Space, now at this Time, Fire & Ice have our only refuge in this galactic zero-grave

Any astronaut will attest that We are all thee is, Nothing communicated there’d be a Save

As if calling yourself on your own cellphone to see where it is, it’s lost & fallen to 208 pieces

How many times can you repeat the same operation perfectly? Many times, never ceases.

By the time you read the last word, you’ll know that I always must stream the last word

To be or not to be as bleak as the absence of joy from the hunks of meatheads, it’s a bird

Let me tell you about the rhyming of the reason, first the Truth is, there is no reason, but so

Irrational speed of Light hopes & dreams increase acceleration to Singularity’s low blow.

Dripping with the fullness of the void plethora, no Time in Space to share the grace of gods

It’s not for me to say what’s true and false for anyone other than little, old me, racin’ hotrods

Hearts & souls into the apprehension of the reason for being alive, it’s occultic mind-throbs

Secrets in full view of both infidels & chosen saints of the sexes, of horizontal human bops.

Dolls & corpses of former, living bodies that animated the skin and bones on the spectrum

All become the dust in the wind from the whirling spin of the Big Bang’s product, dirty Earth

Good to be of the rocks that roll around the ellipse, with eyes to see in the darkness’ lights

It’s electromagnetic buzz of life, infrared and ultraviolet, it’s Life as I know it all, That’s Life!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, January 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #HiddenCollection 33rd Degree Knowledge on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PHSritpErB0?si=OMYyrKLw0-SDJWAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HARMONY time

#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ElviS

sTRANGER things?

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

8888888INFINITY8888888

By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 

Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 

Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShesGoneGirl & @MorganWallen #HITS2025

AS LONG AS…THERE’S A LIT,

 NEON MOON, MAMA

Fur is the shaved hair of the animals who lost it to a predator named Man, protagonist wives 
Progenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives 
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks 
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.

Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable 
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble 
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee 
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.

Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind 
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find 
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse 
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force. 

By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular 
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar 
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this 
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.

UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven 
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend 
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell 
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell. 

No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye 
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die 
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps 
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.

Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out 
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about 
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too 
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.

Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet 
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet 
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey 
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea. 

Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions 
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions 
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today 
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.

Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow 
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap 
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap 
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.

Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker 
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over 
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals 
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.

Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin 
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig 
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig.  

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Freezember the 2nd, MMXXV Anno Domini #PocketFullOfDough
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }
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W.W.A.R.D.?