Win, Won, Wanker #ClassicRock @TheEagles @Santana . . . & the rock pounders of the world!

EATING LUNCH ALL BY YOURSELF?

Singing victory songs in locked jaws of defeat, it’s a swan song of the eagle’s dive

Gone before the dust settled on grounds of coffee in the dirty grave of higher jive

You do whatever you please, whatever you will do knowing that you’re too far gone

Crouched down with my cougar that stalks Earth for the little bones all alone, son.

Recollection of the whole shebang's improbable; can do the impossible as you will

Above so below it is so, cats prowl, dogs get leftover entrails, bloody wet tooth fates

Hunger feeds on itself, satiation comes & goes, then hunger returns for another kill

7 trillion greenbacks qualify for the Gold, hunk of garbage out Compton’s straights.

Boys and girls into dead bodies in caskets underground, they’ve already gone up

Inline of outer spaces between planets & asteroids blown by Big Bang hold ups

Flight with or without wings, just in a void of all that can’t be observed, neon light

Trucks’ four-wheel drives gone far uphill to the tip-top, wings spread gods’ fight.

Known, unknown & in between regardless of the Void outside the things I see to be

Pen, pencil, stylus & the eight fingered, two thumbed etch-a-sketch, black sand sea

Erase you & the recollection of your appearance in my head, so mindful nevermore

Crow, raven, birds of black feathers & golden-bald eagle mutants, in-flight whore

Unpaid prostitution of the gamete evolution as the world turns, Earth bury mama

Y’all didn’t let me down easy, none did, heaven knows free at 23, ain’t tellin’ papa

Because cause & effect remain the same, as above, so it is all day & night down low

Undercover love above the fool’s fold of that, #ReadAllAboutIt scat, about WW3!

Funky as smells that gets no fresh air, nevermore, skunk of the sewer high on lies

Grounded in buttermilk of cows, ate dead muscles of 4-legged mates, sea wife dies

Professional amateur on the circuit, unpaid while others glean silver & gold coins

Mirror image doubled presence of everything that’s nothing, sages see, turn a pae.

Chains broke my heart & the feeling that I couldn’t move more than 6 feet, oh jail

On the shelf of the poor & rich, equal clothing & nudity, bald & hairy on a 3rd rail

Been where you are, done the things you’ve done & some you haven’t a thought of

Wrong, bad to the 208 bones, immaculately conceived Matter’s drone, gods above.

Bitten tongue bleeds until saliva seals the doom of an finite leak of 5 pints of red

Blood turns blue inside the heart to big red spurting spout-bleed out of the dead

Pushed in dissection of organic matter, autopsy cadaver’s world’s epiphany, Kid

Lucky to have gotten a tic & a tac here & now, I see I’m invisible, unseen, ghosted

I know nothing more than that I’m breathing, certainly, except while in deep sleeps

Then & only then, a holy ghost begins infiltration of a spit-shined spirit of my peeps

My love flows in my veins & gets eliminated with things I call wasted time, a drain

I’m multiplying my division before I subtract fraction of additional turf, bury pain.

Free or slave, you’re gonna leave without a ceremony for you, ones left on hind teat

Cause of a First moving thing is a grand gesture of Onestar, got hot to handle chit

Idiots & morons result in production of geniuses of the right & left political sway, 0

Zeroed in on a final gasp of wind, lights flashed red to yellow to green, now we GO!

Got whiskey in barrels & beer in kegs for the party, a Win-Win situation, dead on

High inebriation causes logic & reason to delete recollection of all right & wrong

Pumped shotgun for a load, no double-barrel but it'lll do for bums & junkies, son

Break it on down, hold the line, draw, winner or loser, funky freak’s victory song!

Tight quarters, loose lips sink ships & the matter at hand becomes bad juju all afoot

Infiltrates every atom’s nucleus, code of conduct for DNA goes down to a wild root

Touched & merged with the ground soil, dry or wet, separate but equal to the skin

Sweet nothings whispered, can’t hear ‘em, deaf, hard to hear, drank shots of slo gin.

I am hereafter now, head’s on a swivel to see the invisible without daylight eyesight

It’s a feeling, a series of emotions merging into One, I’m copasetic or wanna fight

For a God-given, atheist right to freedom of expression, words & meaning gleaned

Liberty died for freedom saved from annihilation by wonky honky-babies weaned.

Harm in Harlem, bedlam in a City of Angels, coast to coast for the huddled mass

Of lumps of skin & bone leftover by mortal sinners, copulated & forgot baby pass

To get on the planet’s ground, tricky trip, spirit in synch, body-mind at-one seizes

Full metal jacket full of rounds that square up, dangle of a triangle’s PhD degreed.

It’s a recurring daymare observed every day from 18 to 88, present is wishing well

Y’all go to sleep & fail to be awakened by the cock’s crow, rooster awaiting mating

All eggs all gone as species reduce the planet’s pain, humans, all go extinct in hell

Why we’re burned, buried, or immersed in salt water of the sea, for a wedding ring.

Adapt or die, don’t adapt & also die, there’s no other option, dream as the final-end

Woke up being awake to the nature of Life I live, afraid no more of cream de la crop

Hula-hoops moved hips in circular jerks of bare-bones-below, don’t make it stop

Heads in the weed, better than in sand, increases survivability, God'll never offend!

Sculpture is carved out of alabaster & cheese cloth frozen in past Time, unmoved

Moving means, you’re alive, unmoved means you’re not, a concept's empty groove

Beer for my horses & whiskey for my men, gettin' higher than Jupiter’s moons

Countdown, lions roaming backwoods, ready to bite/eat Final-Food, End Game.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, March 24th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Banked in the Eight-Ball off of the Nine-Ball, drafted this gem whilst jammin’ to #LosinMyReligion #Top100ClassicRockHITS link @ https://youtu.be/ksNj-0SKZG0?si=IkJfe3-scAj8N6rr }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship

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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontTouchTheEffingLabels #CurbYourFakeEnthusiasm #NotTheIdiot #NotTheMoron

MY MARIA’S BLUES BETWEEn a @GovtMule team  

I got something to say before I leave your pad, don’t take it personally tiny sin
You must take one moment to reflect upon the cherry wine you been chuggin’
There’s only one way to rock & I believe you’ve discovered deep down uptown
Late at night and early in the morning, all of my peace of mind got mega-blown.

Skies are blue or grey, only to the landlubber but to the sailor at sea, starless
Better to raise the bet than to call the high hand showing, strategic lips’ word
Ready to bring inertia to your fingertips, moving heaven to hell but in reverse
Not much more than that, you’re lonely in disguise or naked as a system jaybird.

So sorry to be the bearer of evil news directly from the associated press circa now
Sunshine is the star burning out from internal combustion & prelude to collapse Indo
On the one cool hand workin’ the man’s farms for the blood, sweat & tears of Fido
My dog is god spelled backwards, thought the blasphemous act was quite a super-show.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Samedhi, February 17th MMXXIV A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ A GIFT OF RIF-RAF drafted while jammin’ to @GovtMule #DarkSideOfTheMULE link @ https://youtu.be/38z-xuYhGnA   WE saw LIVE LAST NIGHT AT THE CASINO! }

I T –IS - F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RunErrandWalkingQuickily #GruesomeTwosome #FamousAmos #SuperBowlCommercials #LVIII @LVIIISuperBowl

GOD OF THE DOG MOON

Once upon a time out, princes and rich paupers are brothers of other fathers’ mothers
From the cub scouts through the uniformed psych-soldiers decorated service to brothers
Got it done & just forgot about the facts of life your fathers had never divulged, gruesome
Tripping in naïve ignorance from one cause to the next, best effect on & on, ad infinitum.

Here and now, there are dead fish in the pond, upstream, down a lazy river to a cyber sea
Mixed-up your words in with your food, you’d no choice but to gulp-swallow your fake orgy
Used cars or brand new, spanking new off of the dealer’s lot, either way, you’re still gonna die
I’m not a Debbie Downer but the essence of the message is exactly like a stone wall’s gadfly.

Humans are apolitical animals, red solo up words ring true to the rational comprehension I have
You know nothing more than you knew before your personal conception in the wet womb, brave
But ignorance is bliss & immediately simple minds covet the ends of that purpose, no-no heaven
Above and below this planet’s compressed matter (material world), there’s emptiness’ hell fill-in.

Lost my 20/20 eyesight staring directly at TV’s box, black & white radiation in my front room
I was five in '56 when it began, before the first @Superbowl of 20th century’s perpetual doom
There is a joke, but the joker has passed away without passing on the spell you wanna conjure
Collaborate with the abstract drive on the freeway with strangers in the night, like a day tripper.

An exercise in exacerbation can lead to muscles contracting into spasms & cramps, head to toes
It goes away when you die, your bowels evacuate & emit the most foul scent of dead digestion
Never before & never after your awareness awakens to your mortality, progression to extinction
Hole opens up a gash all around the world, Earth’s mere speck of dots in the matrix of mortal sin.

To be a immortal is to be a sin, apparently according to the Funk & Wagnall or Roget, Man’s + or – 6
Nobody but your mother knows who your daddy probably was, you got blind faith in the holy father
It’s the inherited wise and silly recollections of bumps on pond logs, above the mother’s adult swim
Here is the love and understanding you’ve gleaned from the Hippies of Peace ’69, Woodstock sticks.

Stupid idiots and moronic ignoramuses vote for the leaders, the rulers, the lawmakers, do not vote
You will get an identical result if you do vote or you don’t vote, the fix is in, there are powers, float
I have a dog in the fight but it’s only god spelled backward, I’m the master of a liberated slave, free
Respect for the life within, born innocent like everything else alive, learns the good, bad & the ugly.

You gleaned the time to rest for a brief blast of One’s rascal philosophy, a bachelor’s undergrad Ends
I've some news for you, scream at the radio around 9 AM PDT, everyone will be surfing with aliens
Ending so happy that it cannot extend beyond 8 seconds, after that you’re on your own seminal skin
Of the pigs, the cows, the horses, cats & dogs, we eat some, pet others, gods cause Space, time-in!

Dog is a backward spelling of god but that’s mere coincidence, God can’t be a dog because of the scat
Spirit’s don’t consume matter in any form, liquid, solid or gas, that’s the soul sacrifice bartered by a Cat
Cool this cat was, getting the best out of negotiation without any leverage, one outcome expected et al
Theme in evolution is survival of the most fit, the strongest among the weaker in the herd, ring a bell.

My class ended with a rung bell, a brief moment in Time, frozen like hot ice under a north pole’s H2O
What it is that’s frozen? That’s the conglomeration of cells in a suit, buttoned down spats down below
Well, guess what, you’ll lose when the battle is thrown into chaos, it’s some bad guerilla warfare meme
Trying to be the ones that get the power, living a happy life being a slave, a master or cog in a machine.

Finish your race that you began as a late bloomer, educated by old men’s choices of dead philosophers
Mathematicians & scientists consolidated wisdom into mother’s womb for a hot paternity lawsuit case
Packed for the trip from day 1 to the final breath of the last day of existence for me, all humanity fun
Nothing is free, you paid, I paid, we all paid the price, inflated & deflated, either way, the deed's done.

Fair game, fair trial, yet nothing that’s actually fair in this dead stardirt world, unambiguous naked ape
Sprinkled on everything you eat & into everything you drink, it’s 20/20 Soylent Green, drunk ala grape
All souls collected and compressed into One, one gone from sight, it moves the distance to infinity Zen
Hordes of red, outlined in black & blue, gifts returned for money back, I’m the rooster, come here hen.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 6^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Scratched the skin off of the prey this AM while listenin’ to #TheSongRemainsTheSame @LedZeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/0kdrCEiIMSs?si=PDm6W_riKrRYhnD9 }

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