#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GypsyMan #CallMeOne #GrandSlamsMLB2025 (April-August) #Chicago #LakeHumuhumunukunukuapua'ua

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water

Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule

Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original

No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.

Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream

Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team

Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it

Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.

What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin

Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War

In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin

Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.

Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It

Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit

Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang

Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.

Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals

Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels

But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang

Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.

Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in

This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am

Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads

Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.

Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time

Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever

Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free

Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.

Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind

Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind

Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends

I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.

Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures

Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure

Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod

Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!

Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs

Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from

Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free

On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.

Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery

Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood

Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty

Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!

A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones

Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone

Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside

Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.

Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover

To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over

Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones

Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.

Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker

Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth

Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin

So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.

All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded

Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all

You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know

No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.

All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into

Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes

Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty

Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!

Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it

Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat

Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet

Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!

Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air

Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again

Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care

Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Got wood ??

GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.

Happiness Is A Lost Audience - @NBCratings @Gary_MooreBlues #MutuallyAssuredDestruction #MAD

ERRATIC ORDINANCE,

 HEADWIND BULLSEYE
SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Complexity of the simple mind inside of my skull is the “X” in unknown code fame
It’s all up to me & you whether or not we die in peace or at war, it’s all in your hands
Sun lays down and we’re all on our way out to the club, dancin’ & drinkin’ it all gone
Barefoot, barebacked jumpin’ in the swamp with the imposters & low life corn pone.

There’s a misty cloud of love over my head, it’s the first & last thing I’ll create, a time to see
It’s not my choice, that cannot be if I have no free will, there’s no liberty from your beauty
Yes, I’m talkin’ about you & the image you see in mirrors, every dang morning day ‘til it ends
I don’t deserve you but I am snaggin’ the whole shebang, all mine, I don’t share with friends.

I fell in love & you didn’t, nobody cared but your daddy, that’s fine, it’s all in past havin’ fun
The melody of the song coincides with the rhythm & beat of the brass & bongos, all my story
Manufactured in a factory behind the railroad tracks, in and out of the billion bucks of Elon
Trumped in the finite game of dice and cards, like throwin’ darts at a board, you all get lucky.

My hot fingers, all eight of them & the two thumbs too, movin’ #asdfghjklmnop as if I know
That keys on the board mean what’s deep inside my head’s holy soul, invisible whisp of blow
Hair is standin’ on the back of my neck when you enter the room lookin’ for my face to see
Everything you love in this world & I never lie, believe me, blind faith is all it takes, you silly?

I know and you know nothing lasts forever, but I’ve got some news for you, I’m the supernova
In your eyes, inside your face down directly into your heart, soul & mind of a Quesadilla Spa
My daughters never came to my party, they’d have loved to be here, didn’t get it, by the way
No rings just strong whiskey in the glasses, line up so I can’t see the Truth of the blues today.

I’ll get through the hard wall, I made it myself with the plaster and concrete, it will break now
Goodman, son of bitch ain’t a bad way to say the Truth, it’s all about me & trials & error blows
Centered in a golden maelstrom whirling around its empty center to a rainy-day welcome mat
Today is someday and you’ve got no choice in the matter nor the energy you’ve got to look at.

Lucky to start over in a reincarnated way but it’s not for everyone, to some the shock kills ‘em
It doesn’t matter since we’re all free to do & say anything we like, there’s repercussions to sin
Meaning the disobedience to Laws of Natural Selection, you either survive or you’ll go fetch
I ain’t used to heart attacks every time I see your face & body, your soul’s holy etch-a-sketch.

Of course, bums and junkies will kill the mood, outside or inside the window of your tiny soul
It may be ultraviolet, or it may be infrared deep through a mind’s eye, you have the One, so
You got to do what you got to do, you’re on a roll, you’ve chased the target, now you got it all
Don’t go down on a knee, on turf or red dirt, the jagged rocks hurt but they can’t be the ball.

Bugs in the program or just flyin’ around & hangin’ stuck on the wall, I ain’t gonna last forever
Bullshot the pain out of my genome, it was stuck inside my skull for fifty years, chain of never
A Never-Neverland of the post animation of 208 bones, comin’ out eggs & leavin’ in a tin can
You get words etched in stone above ground, all that’s left, the feet ran too far for a rich man.

So, it’s a car, it’s the gold in the franchises’ investors who either earned or grifted it someway
Bring it on the day you die to barter with the invisible power involved in the elliptic orbitals
Garbage ain’t wasted, it’s the fuel for the journey to get from here to over there, it’s far above
Yet, it’s always with you and with me, hence the rub, if you can’t be with the one you love …

Hate to say that Love is the answer but here I go again, Love is the answer, ask the gods or Eve
Origin of this world is either supernatural or natural selection after Adam & Eve’s white dove
Meaning that the saga of a being not from this Earth, made all beings alive from scratch above
For me, the opposite of supreme, the antithesis of supremacy is none other than, Ma & Steve.

I fell in love with bones, all 208 of them, fractured 1 time or 2, from 12 to 12, onto Timbuktu
Now & then, its lost and found right here & we’re tossing it to the wolves, they’re hungry too
Know the feeling, want to eat something to stop the hunger pangs, bloody meat on a BBQ spit
Or a burger on a bun, even a hot dog inside of a flour roll, in every case, it’s survival of the fit.

Blow all your gaskets, headers & pistons freeze into the pig-iron engine of Plato’s top points
Amend the theorems and corollaries of the algebra, measure the angles of the hot juke joints
Brilliance of a glow comin’ out of your corpus callusom, out of our open wounds, genius egos
Leftovers from the tons of scrapple and grosses of scrambled eggs, all gone underground lows.

Braking too soon will take you into a skid on black ice, it’s free floating at the MPH you gassed
Into the tamed blue yonder that used to be wild as wild ponies home out on the range of seed
Let me say this out loud, I’m a crook prowling an open wound, fools, miscreants’ evil for free
I went trotting on the path that disappeared as soon as my feet touched ground ahead of me.

I got a hammer & I used to swing it every morning poundin’ 8 & 10 penny steel nails in pine
And oak, cedar & redwood to build the high apex above the highest floor, debunk & define
Now the sickle is the tool to reap what I sewed into the red & black dirty star dust, you fly
As above, so below, it flies on the wall, it’s ready to die, swatter swung, smashed, but why?

Just because, there’s no reason, you don’t eat everything you kill, I eat everything I kill, fool
Wasted time in outer Space, fulfills the function of wasting Time, killing Time, being too cool
For nursery school or graduate PhD, it’s all the same, you live, lucky or not then you pay dues
Heroes here & now, line up single file in back of mothers & fathers, mortals via divinity Blues.

You roll with punches until you get knocked out by a #haymaker you didn’t see comin’ down
Spaces of beings out of time await the purgatory called united states of amnesia, mind blown
Fake News isn’t the Truth, it’s a misrepresentation of the actual reality, hear the lion’s roaring
It’s louder than the female lion in heat, you’ll know the cat call, you’ll call the cat, blade sling.

Don’t remind me, I’ll remind myself, I am the capitol punishment for the purveyors of live evil
Spirits and conscious souls without bodies they’ve left behind in dust or a phantom’s blue pill
Last huff, last puff, swallow & gulp your Adam’s apple if you’ve got one stuck in your redneck
Forum open, factors analyzed in the formulation, code red, code blue, no secret I never Shrek.

Crazy monsters wounded, recycled into the matrix, dead & gone, evaporated H2O sun dancing
Terminate your life, terminate the Life on Earth, it’s a supernova or a thermonuclear, ion song
Fire and Water, muddy melt of the star ash, just a dirty, rotten bastard’s leftover tripe, innards
Fishing, hunting, mating, that’s about it, it’s a long, long road & I’m just one of the holy bards.

I’m what I appear to be to you, what I am to me, you don’t have a need to know, immortal sin
Just a guy, older than seven decades, wading in the sunshine, dirty water and the Sun’s dance
Inside of the needle’s 3rd eye, it’s as tiny as nothing at all, seeing naked eyes blinded, has-been
Fully shaded eyes with spectacles, allow the surprise at the peak of climax, you’re The Origin.

Pizza is in the kiln, the wait’s nearly over, keep your pants on, comin’ more sooner than later
Exploding nuclei from the zygotic infiltration of 1 gamete, unmoved mover, snow-blind dater
North to South hemisphere of this 3rd rock from the hot asteroid we call ol’ Sol, Sun of Man
Ready, set, goin’ to #A-GOGO by your mother’s womb, it bled out the third red eye dreamin’.

News for you, same old story for the gangs I’m searching for, their tattoos are gonna all die
Country or city, comin’ for every, single one without the lawyers’ cases, it’s termination fly
Bold and blown up in an implosion of mud, blood & beer, WW3 ended in nobody’s misery
Imagine a zero, empty of matter, being not being anymore, it’s the PERIOD, end of the story.

by
r j j stephan, I

c.  Mardi, BLOVEMBER XX^th  MMXXIV Anno Domini 1200 hours PST

{ Systematic Mutually Assured Destruction #HITS on youTube link @ https://www.jstor.org/stable/40204064 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

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