ANOTHER PERFECT DAY enjoy it or diet! #WhereIsEve? #AdamIsWasted

granddaughters when they're young & innocent!

IN NOBODY’S MIND, YOU & I,

 B4 CONCEPTION

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If I said that I love L.A., would you hold it against me, please? Cause man, I love L.A., no lie

Notes from the underground have surfaced up here above the valley, in the cold, damp fly

Beggars and moguls filling up the potholes with the asphalt that costs nothing for the taxes

Pure profit for the very happy sittin’ under the sunny skies of Los Angeles, city we all love too

Not only the original dinosaurs in the La Brea tar pits but also, the chicks & bums on 6th street

It never is gonna get better than this, it can only become a pariah with no functional backbeat

Tremolo & bass do whatever they feel, like a jazz ensemble mixed flats & sharps out of order

Santa Ana winds don’t bother me, never since day one back in December 1974, a perfect day.

Shoulda left Chitown with my MGB drove onto Century & Santa Monica Blvd, I love L.A. kids!

Where the movies y’all love get made in the sun & shade, coast to coast, downlow downshift

People dressed like monkeys or the ½ naked ape they all seem to be, beggars, smokers of lids

Imperial highway keepin’ my wheels rollin’ & crankin’ @BeachBoys lookin’ for bikini beaches.

Hearing the gist of the program and liking what I heard, I knew it was a matter of Hit singing

When it ends, the finale may not be good for you but it’s worse for “them” to scream & shout

Unless you’re an orphan & childless, you’re gonna regret comin’ to Earth without succeeding

At anything, anywhere, anytime to succeed is beyond wildest expectations of the freak aliens.

Ain’t beggin’ for the way to get from here to there, I already know, you might ask me, it’s tight

Fear of the unknown dissipates with maximum attention to facts, here today, caput manana

Love’s Hate wavering within your soul & mind, generation of pity for being ugly, pitiful & poor

In the background, there’s a passageway to get underground, comes in a due-haste dogfight.

Mothers have a vulgar word-up for the fathers who inseminated their womb, a warmer cold

They hit and run but mama has 20 years to go, unless she created a phenom in a page’s fold

You were happy yesterday & you will be tomorrow too, there’s no way you can annihilate It

Resolution to remain One in Chi & the same as you were before Time, out of Space, Scat’s It!

Bringing your wings for the flight since nobody can walk or crawl as far as the sleek birdhoods

West to East side we’ve been rollin’ since Day One, hit the ground runnin’ freewheeling skids

Got the dozens for those who know the rips & for those who don’t, calm down chicks & dudes

I’m talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama, New York City to Beirut, man & woman, boy & girl, all baby’s kids.

No way you can move the unmoved mover, even a micrometer is too much, not one iota, son

Not only is the Love here and now but also, it’s nowhere else, there or then, past or future sin

Mountains and the bumblebees movin’ my mood from purple to clearlight, reasonable lying

It’s Taqiyya arguing with idiots who don’t know the wool is pulled over blind eyes, I’m sighing.

Hand it over, every time you lose your possessions and your loved ones, ashes to ash in a box

Grape ape of the primates evolved the genius by accident, random lust, baby boys’ hot rocks

Let me get something straight between us, I never lie but I will hide the Truth for a fool’s sake

I’m no savior, not even a saint or a sinner, I have no sense of any Evil of Buddha baked in cake.

Happiness is all Aristotle & Plato trumpeted with the bums who knew no better, blank slates

Commands of behavior and the known punishment for disobedience are a way culture dates

Peace and War, sharing matter with the last to come to the party, random photons of the Void

Damp or dry as a bone, it’s this & that, no words said, it’s understood God’s got a hemorrhoid.

Is the irreverence for someone other than me? Of course, I ain’t God & you ain’t either, God!

Holy ghosts and the temptations of Eve got all of the bums to agree, take it all for free, hotrod

Think or not, nothing really matters at all but commit a mortal sin & you’ll know it’s a mortal

Life & Death, rough Truth, tough Love, step up to the plate, we hit a homer & game’s all over.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XIXth, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Dreamt this one up while jammin to @RandyNewman #ILoveL.A. #Century #SantaMonica #Ventura #SixthStreet on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KcADqxnQA_4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StopPretendingThatYoureSomoneElse #SoulSearching

Ssss-GhostLivinInAGhostTown-ssss

You are now homeless because you’ve spread homelessness, hum bums’ junk, Elvis & y’all
All streamin’ bums and junkies rule the uninhabited wealth of the high hill of the fools’ hill
Bums invaded the neighborhood of gold & silver hoarders, underground safely down low
Real estate agents, owners of the properties in paradise above & beyond the dregs below.

Tricks with or without magic words can cause the effect because of your will to power trip
Stark view of the world as we know it can suffice for all you’ll ever know and never skip
In the heat of the frozen night, undercovers that mysterious curiosity nobody recalls at all
Shot the guns and rifles, to be certain of the uncertainty of bad guys in mean streets’ pall.

Steering clear of the obstacles you could see, hear & smell but couldn’t touch good taste
Drinkin’ the alcohol only makes you want to drink more alcohol, a downward spiral mate
Our ancestors and descendants were & will be the filthy bums, drunks on the backstreets
Pumped the love and hate joy-juice into thin skin, down to the 208 bones’ hard rock beats.

Soul begins the scoot on the road, up the middle to the end of the clear lines, finite redux
High or low, seen or invisible to the sixth or the other five senses, days of old are pure luck
You were conceived either on purpose or in error, in every case roll & sweet leaf, Za ZEN tea
Runaways don’t turn into Getaways easily, balls ripped from their backs for social security.

Sensational alpha before the dawn turns into an extinct omega, we had to take it easy, man
Understanding & Acceptance of the Truth as it is, are required blind faith, One won, amen
Before each of our conceptions, saving your skin and bones wasn’t necessary, now it is, so
Dreaming you live and die on Earth is the cosmic psychopathic trail, whistle me, just blow!

My brown-eyed girl animates sleeping, inanimate objects of stone, obliterated a freemason
Out in bright sunlight with nothing to hide in a shadow of anything in itself, eyes wide open
Punch directly delivered to the two lips & chin, recall an uppercut to the jaw-drop the gums
You can’t fool mother nature & better love yo mama, karma isn’t kind to mother’s slums.

Essence of incense in the olfactory region of the form, scratch & sniff for the full effect of It
Living free or indentured makes a difference to humans alive on Earth, rich, poor, same chit
Oxygen helping to keep us all alive while carbon-O2 we exhale is used for cash, gods’ gold
Built to rock, stone & plastic fastened together in forged steel, it’s skyline to be rigmarole.

I have a secret which cannot be bifurcated in anyone’s mouth, you hear nothing at all y’all
Conceptual analysis is the tool your father warned you about & you played contrarian ball
Law enforced right after the crime is committed to avoid chaos’ lawlessness down under
Of the women and the puppy love served up in the way too early teens, SNAFU & FUBAR.

Penniless without pockets anyway, wealthy in a manner of speaking, far, far away, too far
Radioactive blood feeding the frenzy for a gold standard & live jerk-offs alive in a bell jar
A rat and a mole confronted each other inside of a floating container, it’s hard to swallow
No more being nice to the relative species, “No More Mr. Nice Guy!” what I oughta bellow.

Hound dog song clarifies the way it is, the way it goes more often than not, a ghost towner
Not alive & not dead but in between a rockin’ hard place & Outerspace’s empty chattaqua
Etcetera comin’ in threes like you’ve never seen before, now that I mentioned it, she sees
Overhears about what nobody but you will find, creepin’ afoot explains stone ‘hood’s trees.

In search of the miraculous trip only gods get, there are too many now homeless in the hills
Where the angels lived on a hill above the creepy fires that sealed the thievery speed bawls
No desires for things unrequited nor unrequired by the thing itself in me, underground to fear
Pity for the less fortunate who made the beds they sleep in, they don’t like it, God don’t care.

Called them punks because they seemed beyond good & evil, both in & out of stone temples
On the corners off the busy streets, using the cross-street to nominate the group of greasers
Or the future American religious-political fodder farmed from Wisconsin to Colorado fool gold
Shut your mouth oughta do the trick & keep the occult out of sight, certain it can’t be found.

In theoretical jargon, the conclusion deduced before a last gasp for one & all, that’s all folks
Splashin’ & screamin’ but it’s what’s happening when there’s a Big Bang & nowhere left to go
Past to Future in a snap, hardly a moment spent in the Present, Presence a gift to never give
Truth for all Life in all forms is just to be or not to be, Francis Bacon retrograde to Plato alive.

Regardless of your knowledge & recollection of facts of life & death, it’s happening Supreme
Wisdom of the ghost within is to remain humming silently like a well-oiled cyber-punk meme
Ruthless to defend power within at all costs, a priori premise & a posteriori deduced, it is sent
Masticating live birth, day & night ala womb to tomb & so on, it’s out of my hands, get bent!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1-12-2025 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Slapped this out the demons’ mouths while showing @TheRollingStones #LivingInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fq-NsyKxDiI }

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

#DonnyHathaway #NeverMyLove #TheAnthology

DEFENSIVE INTRUSION ON DIVINE DNA

You never know when you might need to have an ace in the hole, it’s all in the game I know
From birth to death the alpha & omega display all there is in Time’s Space above & below us
Liberty, as it was before your conception, your imaginary presence postmortem, my son
Finishing the lines on the mirror, you’ve bled out your inferior nasal conchae for no reason.

Pierce your skin from head to toe, insert dye into the would for the stains that ever last it
It all fades to the dust allowed by the undertaker, traditional incineration or shell burial
Pretending that the shell left behind was the thing you loved, it was the spirit inside moves
Of wisdom and experiential knowledge of all that happens from pole to pole’s dirty grooves.

Music and silence preferred over the banging noise of the pots & pans without pasta fazul
Singing and blowing into tubes, plucking strings if not rubbing friction in & out or act the fool
Known limitations in mind, skipping the losses & entrenching in the wins, all that I am, high
Schooled beyond the need to know, ignorance annihilated in the end, I know I am the guy!

Leftover banquet’s cuisine is as good as it gets, trophies for all just to participate in the glee
On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best, this is here & now, as good as it ever gets yo me
Maybe not to you or anyone else but you know, it’s all about being in love with L.A. suburbs
Big homes, small hoods, no projects towering above stone-asphalt, there’s no other words.

Mic up your voice so that everyone may enjoy the content of your thought, bring it on down
As you’ve always known, nobody knows anything about Nothing, let them know all about it
Christening the Christ in the Christian heathens who are kids believing their folks’ bull s#it
Not their fault it’s all they gleaned from the ancestors they descended from, it’s all there is.

Powerless in the finale as it was at the prologue before Act 1, hence curtain drops The End
Now then, unknown is known, no secrets or insoluble conundrums’ nightmare in a dream
Watch as the time pass without stopping, always forward & never in reverse of the stream
Past is all gone, forgotten except for warnings gleaned to avoid pain God’s bloody scream.

Spirit invisible within you & without you, it’s a fact of life you’ve been warned & it’s cool
Regardless of whether you like circumstances or not, it is all what it is, y’all are but a tool
Nobody cares about that either unless you’re imprisoned as an innocent or a genius Man
Breeze through exams & procure advanced degrees & prognosticate, be all too human.

Mind over matter is the illusion to accept to participate in society or you’ll be imprisoned
For life or some nights and days less than the whole shebang, nature will be four seasoned
Good, Evil & Ugly come as close as any creator or savior would want to be, it’s all a put-on
A play for the energy blown out to emptiness by an exploding red giant, immortal shotgun.

Sensational yet demure and at the same time off-putting as the refuse you’ve defecated
Holy gaslight fills the tragedy with comedy, if you can’t laugh, you’re gonna cry a deep river
Like it or not, as far as we know, this life we are lucky to be living is a gift from Gods that be
Nothing to be seen, form nor shape of matter to compare to your Ma & Pa, you are all of It.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier 7^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1919 hours PST

{ Secreted watching @Prometheus @ https://youtu.be/nB-I8i6y6II?si=MKnZDl06twEHou7m & listenin’ to @RandyNewman #ShortPeopleGotNobody link @  https://youtu.be/T3W4ZOlA08g }

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

Of course, you do realize, THIS MEANS WAR ! #SublimeGhetto #MyMaria

TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, JUST SKIP IT CHIEF!

ONE LAST JUDGEMENT CALL,

I aM THE CHIT, we SO SORRY

The old girls turned into elder females of the species, no zoo for them, all too humans

Singing in the rain or suntanning under a red-hot ball of burning hydrogen alit lumens

Count backward from a hundred and before you’re down to ninety, you’ll lose control

If and only if you have no power to control the spin of men & the wobbling Earth’s soul.

See and hear, smell and taste and now you can feel me, it’s the Midas Touch, it’s golden

Rocks just chips off of the leftover vein of baked lava, I can dig it in the change of London

What you know is the redcoats wanted to get George Washington & the rebels to secede

How and when are the questions which beg to be responded to, then y’all quote a creed.

The king of England didn’t know that this was the promised land, 13 colonies air of millions

Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Monroe & “The Others” who know who they were, 1st dates

Crazy the word denotes the actions of a savage or a joker who plays tricks on birds & mates

Uptown or downtown in the ghetto between two rivers, no gold ore yields jackpot’s billions.

Realty and fantasy at one and the same time, appeal to the open mind with a liberated ID

Deep within or right out in the open, it’s all the exact same experience and reaction to It

What it is, the substance conglomerate of gluons and the morphed forms known as peeps

Me and you and everyone else alive knows, Id’s gonna make the species get what It reaps.

I agree with nobody about anything except Plato & Aristotle in the books of the rank & file

In the neo-classics category, most folks live & die without knowing why, we’re scat in a pile

Tornadoes roll through town and everyone thinks of the wizard of Oz, luck of a dusty draw

It’s all she wrote, folks, game is meat & it’s nobody’s food but mine, elk & deer bloody, raw.

Philosopher’s stone lost & found inside of the padlocked treasure chest, down underwater

Pirates and royal men and women who feigned importance as most fit to survive the banter

Of vermin and all too human far right & left ways to get to the middle path of less resistance

Out of all bullseyes, a murder of crows caw at stoned faces, Jolly Roger’s skull dug prance.

This here and that there are right in front of everyone’s holy face, Presence’s fate to be

Everywhere that’s Past & Future are the places where the Hamlets will nevermore see

Simple & all too human apes bring home bacon, but the pigs & hogs returned-pork bad

Long guns & pistols a caliber .22 to .270, 30:06, .38, .44, .45 or .500 Bushwhacker dad!

Before you die, you’ll payback the whole shebang or be denied entry into a holy Valhalla

Vikings & queens of the warriors’ mothers who pretended that childbirth was a love thing

Result of coitus and conception to generate the origin of the Void’s collapse into One dot

Midway monsters crooning a Word to the deaf ones who turned out to be the dumb spot.

Punks & phony geniuses complete the whole shebang, fractions of One divided by a Zero

I run the riff and the beats bangin’ on the drums, the mics have speed to ears of anti-hero

Prism isn’t doin’ its active shooter gig of the sun’s fired-up atoms, so dark, invisible wisp

Long or short lived, matter doesn’t really matter except for particles without a mass’ lisp.

By the bye-bye, I lean over to divulge the silent secret that only the One knows, not to be

Shook up the pills in the vile to get some satisfaction from the ground of being mama dirt

She gave it all, I got it all & I’ll never give up the ghost, it’s not in the stars or the card keys

Holy door, above or below the latch-handle knob, for my skull’s downhill skeleton’s skis.

Think not about thoughts without merit, be the cause of the winning & be the trophy case

Awarded for the excellence of winning all the time, every game you play with leather & lace

Bobbing for apples is for a bigger mouth than anyone’s blessed with, except a dragon myth

Fear the hate of the lovers of mythological smoke & mirrors, they’re all donna die forthwith.

Pseudo-Faith, hot chimera nobody sees coming, y’all do die ala fast car or in a casket bed

Everyday & every time you think about your existence & your mortality, Fear of the Undead

Blown gaskets leaving the power to dissipate before the music’s melody seared tickled feet

Woke up awakened in blazing infrared-ultraviolet light, frequency to die for in BBQ’d meat.

Once I got bit, there was no turning back from the rabid want & need for the purple liquidity

Inside the veins & arterial network, the drum beats the forwards & guards of a Windy City

What I’ve got you used to have, you lost it all when you lost focus on the dream’s final Ends

Percussion causes my concussion, copped out, flipped out, I’m all one Divinity, my friends.

It’s Time in this space of Outerspace to interface with divided, separated atoms of the Eve

Twilight zones breached & now the system can return to a black hole’s Singularity reprieve

Collapsing is the only way another way knows, expanding 'til Nothing’s left except All I AM

As above this headstone & hard water, so below holy infinite commands, all too human.

That said, it’s all been said & done before today’s sunrise, ditto after the sunset’s final blow

Subdivision inner visions in our minds programmed by K-12 & post-secondary gyp downlow

Hardly soft yet intricate enough to fit in a point without mass or volume, pencil-neck’s bone

Here we go, no choice but to get to points of no return, you were there & then, already gone.

You don’t know like I know but you will, it’s inevitable even if you wait until the last gasp

Winning isn’t everything, winning is the only thing, a small or big man blowing wind’s asp

Snake of the historical garden slithers past me, aware that my foot will stop its tail wind

Cut off from the multiplying division, adding to the subtraction until the Void signals Sin.

Violating the regulations, sympathetic empathy power annihilates what’s left things, et al

In Mississippi or Peking the void’s air is neutrality in essence, all gone to a Supernova ball

Fear of your death & your families’ leftover corpses to be burned or buried above & below

Bitten from head to toe, fired up Food, cooked what the Man’s gotta eat, it’s a chit show.

Been gone for a longer time than the star’s big bang shebang, out of time in timelessness

Slip through holy fingers, so far out of hand that the Thing Itself allows trips under duress

Forgive me not, forget me not, she loves me not due to my permutation of the sixth sense

I’m in a place to show & win it all, 1st breath pull to last gasp, I’ll gt the phuq off the fence.

Joy and full immersion in the matter’s form I’ve taken from the matrix’ nucleus, a star trek

From galaxy to universal, cosmic mass there’s the energy of speeding light as I hit the deck

Mankind queens & kings create the way to live & die, funerals for all, dead Jacks in boxes

Really reflecting now, I forgot this was a temporary stop on hot trip, come alive to be dead.

Epitaph on granite, Lived & Died So Enjoy The Ride, That’s All Folkes, a rabid rabbit foot

Luck came with or without it, just a crutch to feel that you’re on the right track, point’s moot

Last drag of smoke & mirrors for y’all, age of reason to last rights of faithful denizens’ meat

Cherry pies cut eight ways for seven pieces leftover, one whole piece, one bite of the heat.

Mystic mirror reflects ultraviolet to infrared, crisscrosses the femurs below a hard cranium

White out of a higher black flag, nothing to die for but that’s all there is, no reason or rhyme

Fly higher than you can, astronauts & cosmonauts found Nothing, don’t ask, don’t tell it all

Nothing’s function to thank God for, all flummoxed, signed, sealed & delivered a Holy Fall.

It’s a long road on a short pier to the End’s shore, trip is that no search ever ends at home

Headaches &and freezing cold hands left over before the night ends, dawn comes to come

Creating gold from dead-lead, super big bangs’ pencil-necked remnants of Jelly Rolls blood

Certainty itself & total oblivion’s nature, One principle emerges ala infinity’s darkest mood.

Only you and I know nothing better than a thing itself, original sin damned the One’s fights

Created fools or not, mortal or not, matter & energy in Big Bang dances sub-atomic bytes

Concrete or smoke & mirrors show & tell all that a mindful being needs to be happy, twice

Reason’s mystery to solve the conundrum, I can’t die if God was never alive, I’m rollin’ dice.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, XXII-XXIX-MMXXIV AD at 911 AMPST

{ Plucked out of my blue jeans this AM while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs?si=FUveEjTF7NkXLsaT }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PIZZA, THE WAY IT OUGHTA BE #TrueLoveNeverDies #FakeLoveAlwaysDies

LAYS & OJAYS, CHIP OFF AN OLD BLOCK IN CHI “T”

It’s all about the second city in the country as it was & always will be, no shy town abuzz

Darker than you’ve ever seen or can recall et al, since your sentient consciousness’ fuzz

Rolling the dystopian nightmare into the scat right in front of our faces, it’s all in your face

Not only are you asleep & deep inside of a nightmare that won’t end but also kills the race.

It’s all over, finished at the end line drawn at random with nothing but lead pencils & gold

Everything came from the star we’ve named The Sun, like the son of God, this chit got old

Older than your mama & absentee father and irrelevant to the eerie philosophy goin’ down

Up atop of the high mounds spewing the Earth’s lava from the middle, stardust of a clown.

Bricks in backyards leftover from one, Great Common Complex, vortex’s white-black holes

Menudo of integrity and tools for extinction of the species drank up with the drunks’ blows

Out of their common ground minds, only extinction results, plugged in & blew a holy gasket

Needed that to keep the liquid inside of the engine, edge of the two dimensions flips to It.

Bleed out a bug, kill the power to become something from Nothing, it’s all too human love

It’s a rolling and rocking catastrophe that rots in it’s agar petri dish of viral missiles as above

So below, there you have it although you didn’t desire or need it, ignorance was bliss, amigo

Speak no Evil, you’ll hear none, stick your finger in the plum pie, pucker up your lips & blow.

Whistleblower fools slit their own throats as the program requires them to exist, we say RIP

Not six feet underneath the artificial intelligence & generative Pre-trained Transforms’ GPT

Bears rob the picnic of Yogi & BooBoo since they’ve ripped off the Flintstone & Jetson feast

Travel in Time forward or backward can’t change a thing, it’s on a goner’s singularity, I insist.

Above atmospheric content in the sphere of influence, air, land & sea we become as One

Not two that function as the species’ creator of more bones & flesh to sacrifice to no One

Failure to launch & take-off for any orbits outside of the atomic sun, because it’s Nothing

As above it’s below, there’s no atom below what’s above, yet Life as we know it is a Thing.

Word salad stories, historical philosophers as dead thinkers’ leftovers now, junk in a trunk

Artificially intelligent with the generative pre-trained transformers of @GPT-4 livin’ in funk

A put on for the masses & the last one alive, unable to reproduce the immortal 1-soul Void

Always with me & you but invisible to five senses, recollected imagery of girls who’re toyed.

Fathers & mothers required to invoke virginity & chastity, too deep down in MAGA RNA/DNA

Extinction is immanent since there’s only survival or be dead and buried underground in tin

Macroscopic focus beyond the Milky Way & Andromeda, Nothing astronauts could test for

No more walks in the backwoods with you, we’ve made love on grass, braised by love heat.

Waves of the ocean comin’ into my shore, blasting drops of H2O into my bearded, holy face

For the love of God, jesus Christos underneath the mistletoe waiting for a hug, not a trace

No love lost & no hate can cost everything I have, since I have nothing but mistletoe sister

Special to be beautiful as you are, as you were meant to be, random recombined funk-fur.

Way to go, total worship of gods you can’t see because you are what you thought they were

Bluebirds & house cats with their hearts removed, still hungry & doin’ fine & then some too

Rock my babies to sleep, they couldn’t contain their cries for the colloquy cries of the wild

Hemp-dried to smoke, seeded to regenerate Oneness of being stupid, loose cannon child.

Midnight or noon, smooth 24 hour swing ad infinitum, orbital trajectory of mental buggery

Babies from infants, elder examples of failed ice and fire, what are you gonna do, it’s empty

Fabulous like you can be and don’t want to think about, you’re in the middle of a free fall

Mixed up with Jesus & Judas, casks of wine & foolin’ around at the party, born to be A Kill.

Hunted yet never found, can’t be skinned, gutted & consumed by the predators murdered

Without a sign or heartache signal to slow down & wait for the cease & desist flip of the bird

On the way forward I go, we all go, nobody goes back to the way it used to be, heaven’s gate

Walking or flying, we’ll get there whether we lie ‘bout it or not, words said, you know, FATE!

Standing in your way again? I’m already gone but my arms won’t let you go, need my wants

Bloody rivers of life’s rain is getting me up off of my knees, I beg no more, a demand of rants

Didn’t ask for this, didn’t plan it so I don’t want to accept consequences’ stoppin’ on a dime

He said he’d love her for moments in time, mother & father, judge & jury, guilty of the crime.

I’m pretty sure I’m as beautiful as the first being to come alive on Earth, no doubt about it

Things always work out like they should, it’s got nothing to do with your loving & hating chit

Been here before, I remember now, lucky I forgot or I wouldn’t have repeated it ad infinitum

Whispered shouts, same old thing, infinity forces a shrill disorder as I dive into my 151 rum.

End of August, my birth’s day the XXVIIth as I am the dog that’s having his dog day, it’s longer

The dream was over before I knew and there was no way to share that with my love of anger

That The Way is not my own, selfish as I am, selfless as I’ll be down the road to Eden, I invite

You & yours, every single one born dead, here now, dust settles Silence left in a One’s byte.

Darkness is everywhere amid spaced-out red & white giants waiting to supernova & warp it

Full houses beating the five aces with the wild card joker that chuckles at funny digs & jibes

Funk smell, funk taste, I see and hear what’s Untouchable, hold hands that got no knuckles

Fast company here & there, faithful with blind faith’s certainty, here today, begone manana!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Christmas Eve 12 XXIV MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked the scat out the dregs of Earth, Gods born don’t die if they’re God, can I get a witness to take up some space?  Drafted while listenin’ to the @Eagles #RoadOutOfEden #ILoveToWatchAWomanDance on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wo3kAroH6Ps?si=bT7bH4-iAzqXZQGn }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?