Hades here on Earth is a trip you didn’t know you were signed up for, hit the nail on the cap When the hammer comes down, wood’s split into a holy pulp, slowly leaking life, tree sap Killing me softly or with such thunder that the gods you never knew are awakened in bolts Sound of the clapping together of hot and cold air, one soft and the other a wall of faults.
Scares a grown man when unexpected, nothing to say other than it’s an involuntary reflex Nothing you have any choice about dissenting with, state the categories and predicate a fix You’re both in and out of this consciousness, being at the mercy of the medicators in chief Neither our parents nor guardians are responsible for the cartoons we’ve gleaned, in brief.
Playing the parts you’ve auditioned for before your conception, you realize this is all there is From whichever recollection that’s past you can recall with short-term future wild guesses Pills down the hatch, y’all got magic spells of divinity related to our DNA blood or cold beer Term of endearment is just one term, word out of context, French kissed a villain out of fear.
In the end of the game’s play, moving around the board in a predetermined direction about Harlem was the street one of my favorite old girls used to live at with her folks and sister I can’t believe how weird I was trying to hit on both sisters, next was some ol’ girl’s mother Teenage years blowin’ fuses in my nervous system, preconception of being absent, father.
Hills and the valleys between holding the moisture tightly under & between the hard rocks Playin’ y’all like a saxophone in a blues quartet, man it’s like this & it’s all just like that y’all Some beach somewhere on a coast of a land mass of America, Atlantic or Pacific salt sea North to South pole, in full orbit around the sun, wobbling & spinning counter-clockwise Z.
It rhymed but to flesh it out, Big Bang coalesced into what you see, it’s all you get in time Yet I know nothing more today than I did the day before I was conceived or born on a dime What the struggle is all about is just a way of being able to handle the fact that you’re dead Too far gone to come back to the rational animal The Man has been, just go back to bed.
Coming from out of nowhere above or below where Earth spins and rolls about the ecliptic With or without a good reason, it's the way it is because that's the way it is, that's the shtick Fine line between halves of a full circle's two dimensions, it's impossible to turn into a sphere Jungle of tangled vines and roots of living chlorophyll that makes oxygen from the CO2 fear.
Once in a lifetime, that’s once in a long while you will find the One who completes yin plus yang It’s actually all in my imagination & it works like a charm, kicked back memories spent with you Bringing the loaded bases home in a grand slam, it’s all you wished to do, a bottom of the 9th trip @MLB #Hall of Fame, #WSChamps, NY @Yankees & Chi @Cubs, thank the gods, record skip.
Silly geese begotten by an old mother who had tales to tell about fools & heroes who come & go Brutal beasts poison their own drinking wells, a species will self-destruct within 30 seconds, bro @DOGE’d for the sake of the gods who haven’t analyzed the concepts yet, a Freudian pink slip Clear light turned everything white into deep purple Indian ink, no wilf34 I shoot from the hip.
Known as the unknown ‘x’ factor, the value might be + or – zero and in the end, ad infinitum Turning lead into gold is easy if you’ve the key recipe to produce the philosopher’s stone rum Don’t speak to me in Spanish if you don’t what you’re talkin’ about, just STFU tight as a drum How many times do I have to tell you today? Neatly tucked in just between the thigh, oh God!
Europe to China on down to Indian, Australian, South American, North American underground What is the point of a circular jerk argument when it’s predictable, for shitz’ & giggles’ sound? Harm down in the west side of the city’s sewer & refuse systems, the trash stunk, stank & stink Mothers & daughters run the show, if it was ever otherwise, we’d already be long gone extinct.
If you wouldn’t mind, get on your mark & get set before you go, I’ll shoot a blank for the bang Getting defensive about any confrontation clearly indicates a long shot hitting home, a bell rang Baked brain closes the mind off from prime survival skills when danger appears as a surprise bat Beating its wings while flying in circles around your head, in the room’s empty inner space scat.
Whispers in one ear and out of the other leave the residue of the clues’ product behind the idiots At the apex of a pile of star cinders, in the past sacrificed virgins and now it’s @DOGE misfits To fear what every human loathes is a healthy fear, may be your only fear, Fear itself is all of it Nothing else matters when you fear for your survival when attacked from without or within chit.
It’s because you brought a knife to a gunfight that saved your life, causing the end of jollies Now and then the urge to merge with the genome pulls unintended strings to loving sighs High as the upper stratospheric atoms of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen et al, it’s a long road Very long when you look back into the past where you’ve come from, not for me to unload.
Sing songs up and down the scale A through G, sharp or flat, minor, major, 7th or diminished I don’t care if it makes me move to and fro to the beat and melody from somewhere we fished Through a collection of melodious arpeggios and runs up and down scales with a rubber hose Gone solo or in twosome at one, a gang collection of like-minded Tin Pan Alley vagrant bros.
You know what it is, avoid the shake, the rattle and the roll at your own peril, it’s just suicide You’ll be killing the only thing important in this world, YOU & you won’t be comin’ back too This is an everlasting sign of the Time; you can stay, or you can go but one thing is for certain You did your best to avoid being the 1st cause of negative vibes & ending all of the mortal sin.
Was and will be what the Present can never be, eternally yours nor mine, it’s nobody’s baby, so Take all you can glean before the cadaver posts the final gasp before rigor mortis; job well done No free will, no free choice, it had to be the way it turned out to be, all lights went out, silencio Sound loud & clear, video edit without a random thread, no fear to die in a dark black hole sun.
Scream when your voice is gone, when there’s no air in your lungs to come out of your face Nothing worse than watching what’s happening in front of your eyes & freezing you in place Troublemakers or something like it, seems to be on site at the beginning of all the rebellions Coast to Coast on all 7 continents, there’s a #DogStardom rockin’ the freeway underpass’ sins.
Sacked kids for nothing or something that doesn’t matter at all, hot & heavy before a chill pill You don’t show your barbarian roots inherited from the DNA & RNA created before free will Language itself Lives in the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, volumes & music of a star I stopped lovin’ you yesterday ‘cause I saw you runnin’ the pitch on a Homer, at a GDMF bar.
It was all a dream though; I woke up as I realized Life was all a dream within a dream, all caput I rowed my boat on down the stream and found electric guitars and horns, vibes and 88’s input Devils and angels turned their backs because they never had a back from jump street, peer stew Mixed all of the good, the bad & the ugly found everywhere from pole to pole, ‘round us all too.
Electricity shocking your & my brain synapses to fill the cosmic wanderlust with random beats Treble and bass, rhythm and some rhyme, it’s all in the score on the platform stanzas’ red meats Inner sanctum is empty as above it will always be down here below us too, stuck in a midstream No paddle or motor, no arms or legs, no fins, just some bones on a death roll, good love, scream!
Punctuate your exclamation, go ahead of the pack because you will pass them all up eventually Ready or not, game playing is that which comes around indeed goes around in a revolution T.ball In an alley or on an outfield or infield, regardless of divine or mortal intent alive conception day Ignore the beats at your peril, you just need to dance and hum along, up and down the yesterday.
Money and silent monks turn the real into fake and vice versa, without feeling guilty or filthy Even though the Truth is solid and rational, it’s incredible that it’s the case, we’re asleep, aye Fear before you knew how to speak & listen to learn, just a way to avoid the feared & chatty Bang One heart to your soul, “right wing & left wing on the same bird,” CarlosSantana-City.
Common complexity between our ears, under a bald or hairy skull’s thin skin, darker miracle It didn’t have to be this way, it may have never been at all, in fact, y’all may not be at all now Paid my bills by playing the music the fans wanted to hear over & over again, a muscle shoal Calling the flock, the herd, the mothers, fathers, sisters & brothers who know how we all roll.
Ration out the rationality so not everyone gets an equal amount of the pot of gold, a bitter End A little bit of this and a little bit of that added to the game of love gets you to a baby’s hot love Fine as the points you can’t make anymore, no more candy in the store, riverbed clear fish food Tell me about her and I didn’t hear a word, I had eyes full of heat & she was all in a good mood.
Freaks of the DNA will either cause mutation or the extinction of star ooze, which is the Unseen Nobody knows, stay alive less than a hundred years, we’re alive just for the dying good or mean Lucky we’re civilized & don’t eat one another, we only kill & bury them six feet deep, crypt low Where spirit’s destination comes & goes is anywhere in the Void or the Cosmic Egg dust below.
We are here for the party even if you don’t find out ‘til it’s the luck of the draw, you never know No chance in Hades you or I can repeat this life & do it all over again, it’s a onetime shot blow She drank the whole bottle from Tennessee and smoked all of my buds from Thailand, my love Natural law that if you supply the demand it’ll be consumed, it’s nobody’s fault but mine, glove!
Score is even at the bottom of the ninth inning and the clean-up batter is the Ruth, a grand slam In or out of the trouble all boys and men enter, the end is always the same, dust in the west wind No other way to get out of this existence other than a termination of air & blood flow, all drama Mellow or not, the acts begin & end until the Finale achieves full climax, oh my god, Oh Mama!
Fiddling the pick-up sticks and throwin’ ‘em down in a Mattel or Hasbro flop, ready to go silent To avoid the upset of the only stick that can’t move until the last one on the ground, lady & gent Rather play with a top, a yoyo or hula hoop, maybe even just a game of Sorry or Old Maid cards Ice cream man playin’ songs out of sequence of the four-dimensional chess’ game, amour bards.
by r j j stephan, i c. Albert Richard Stephan, My Father’s Birthday {TODAY IN 1927 A.D.) February 27th MMXXV AD @ 555 PMPST { Drafted while jammin’ to #MyFathersEyes by @EricClapton in concert #Pilgrim on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=WRG1SXl0CYTPDoR_ } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro! Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow. Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers. Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.
Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth. Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz. Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk. Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks. Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks. Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues. Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool. Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction. Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.
by r j j stephan, i
c.Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST
