Kick In The Door #BootsMadeForWalkingHardDown #ForCryingOutLoud #ToreDownThoseWalls

This ain’t a mash unit, suicidal atoms!

Sometimes and that means any time from day 1, origin of the Dot to The End, Pooh & Piglet rebel
Against The Man, all too human beings who began the evolution of idiots and morons, so Do Tell
What the ending will be like when you can’t see or hear or smell or taste or touch a thing, anything
Foxes need to eat just like the bacteria in your trunk with the other junk, so feed the frenzy & sing.

Songs of happiness and sadness, lost love & found it again, like a dream within a dream of chimera
Nothing has substance and Substance itself has nothing within, inside it’s an empty set of a vacuum
Out of Time & still inside of Space, paying attention to the love or lack of it all around us, lovin’ it all
As if it’s your last day on Earth, y’all must prepare to die, it won’t take much, just know it’s inevitable.

Alright to know that everything is not OK with me or anyone I know, well, I don’t know anyone here
Or anywhere else between the north and south poles, spinnin’ on the surface waves of wobbling fear
That you’ll lose your gravity and float away, as if you’re a spirit that flies from the mortal flesh & bone
Nobody returns to persuade left-overs that there’s Nothing, how to dial that number on a cellphone.

Fall is the cold spin beginning on the near side of the sun, we’re closer to the God & colder, look away
To the ether, empty Space between every conglomerated atom, that’s not what you are though, I say
My opinion is nevertheless important and the dream within the dream is totally in tac, still the Ones
Bought and sold, over and over again, ad infinitum, swallow and defecate wasted DNA out the buns.

Decked out with the nude body totally covered except for the hands and face, a simple-minded ape
I’m on a deep dive down into the drunk ocean, one or two leagues down to the core, smoke a vape
All of it is up in arms, up in smoke or up in your face, I do what I can when I dust off my toolbox adz
Punched, pounded, pried from the herd to be food for thought, screwed deep into ends of the hoes.

Fountains are dry, no water is left in liquid form, it’s all up in atmospheric smoke, wafting from lips
Mine was full and it also helped the other-than-me folks, to have me out of their purview, my chips
Think I’m mean & bad to my wife but it’s only that I don’t want to be with her there where YOU are
Funk for all, X to Z all unknown but variable, you fit it, you lived & you’ll die, blinkin’ A to the bar.

The fix is in, the form is the DNA & RNA in the menudo of the Earth’s wind & fire, solar sacred code
Germination, mitotic boom, here we are, pee-ka-boo on Halloween & Catholic All Saints’ Day mode
God being the whole shebang, no personality of the created forms will survive the demise, mind die
You can’t lose it, it’s immortal, it’ll leave your body, but your body cannot leave your mindful 3rd eye.

Piercing through the darkness with a laser beam sword handed down from Obi Juan, it’s a ruby laser
A mere touch of matter of every quality crumbles it to powder/ash, go home to enter and phase her
Monks out of the caves don’t look like the apes in your prisons and backstreets in the ghetto’s herd
Low and high inside the body & mind, when you die, gasp, gulp, gasp, release the thirteenth ghost!

More or less, the beauty of the thing itself is all there is, good, evil, ugly are mutations of the thing
Same thing, every day, in infinite repetition of the propositional logic’s algebraic equations’ O-ring
Ages of things themselves from pre-one to post-one, nothing else matters even if you thought so
Pink inside, deep in the middle where the blood flows through the capillaries to the holy i-Hearts.

Cried, laughed, enjoyed the pain, suffering & pleasure, it was all better than Nothing, what I had
From having nothing before conception to the end of accumulating all that Matter/Form dust, bad
Never good because that means you’re probably dead because you got kicked in the nuts and ribs
Took your breath away forever, out like a light, fall downtown with the riff raff who have no cribs.

I know only one thing that I forget sometimes, like it or not, the memory is in atrophy mode to let
Let it all go wherever it goes when the body fails to animate the bones, as the skull goes, it’s a bet
Neither my father nor mother downloaded the #FactsOfLife files, could have used the download
Brutal life from baby to ancient, spent bodies of 208 bones, muscle tissue & iron-poor blood code.

Hunted for the food, monkey meat without the feet, got old and died anyways, freedom expired
Liberty illusion of the true and false, a philosophical twist of the solar spectrum, black hole of Jed
There was black crude oil exploding the opposite way of gravity’s pool, space-black conscious Its
Void, more or less than zero has no special effect upon the g0d we wish had control over all, This!

Mike it up, tone down the rhetoric, pretend it’s just fine and dandy, teachers all told us the Truth
What happens next is a surprise to enjoy the unfolding and repercussion of random chaos’ booth
You’re deep inside of it, you cannot escape, you’re in for the duration of light comin’ into eyeballs
Blinded by the light or blinded by birth, either way, only you know, and I know, Montezuma halls.

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XIIth 2023 Anno Domini at 911 PMPST
{ Jacked up jammin’ to #MariaMaria by @Santana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bu-_wLAaRJU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

 

SIX PARSECS FROM HOME or #WTF over... #WhatIsHIP? #YoMama #PlayLiveDeadHope #RAREearth

TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^OM^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SkipARope

T R I N I T Y

STONED ON YOUR LOVE ALL THE TIME

How can you brand me with the burn marks of light when five will also get you ten
It’s alright where you belong, exactly where you don’t want to be, 20 years of blue
Locked up inside a cell with no way to escape other than death, poisons or beaten
Pins and needles to stick into the things that need to be sewn, without a machine.

All the best & worst of it al know this, it could be worse than it is or has ever been
If you live long enough over conception through miscarriage or abortion’s function
Unholy daughters & sons with agendas worth pursuing, whether in conflict or not
Looking for the ultimate grade-stud, straight A’s right to the moon, Ralph & Alice.

Gone across the backstreets and the diagonal avenues & boulevards of Windy City
They molded my judgement of this plane of existence upon which we live and die
Facts or illusions until further notice, hot fun in the city & sweet honey in the sea
Creeps a comin’ in throughout the crypt of lame boners who couldn’t get a squirt.

Celebrate a fact that you won’t awaken some day down the road, gotta be woke
As if your life depended on it, the air must be this Earth air, here & now, no choke
Ignorance ain’t our fault, random roll of the die on 2 dimensional nickels & dimes
Profits & losses yield the wildest empty shirts a creator ever imagined, stop signs.

It may be crazy or not but if I sound like I am, I probably am but the Words ain’t
Subjects predicating objects, abstract mode, gesticulating elusive understanding
Previous perfection of skin, bones, organs, mind consciousness, heads’ shoulders
In the casket, in the urn or lost anywhere in Space, rocks rollin’ into lava boulders.

Since day one all the way up to and including the beginning of the end’s vice versa
Obtuse and oblong for the whole shebang, microdot of termination’s polka salsa
You go your way & I’ll go your way too, there is no other way to go for the gusto
Only the paint makes a difference, colors other than black & whitey know to go.

Perform on the stage of fallen angels with their flappin’ wings that can’t fly a guy
Here and now from the origin, I am the final function of the schemes I’ve dreamed
Already gone in a flash, like my fires and policing did any good, it’s extinction, Man
All of it, atom to eternal function of the Void, it is what it is, it’s all made in Japan.

 
Fix of the problem is the final solution to everything surrounding every live star
Flying as high as One could while still able to breathe in & breathe out from afar
Neither in heaven nor in any netherworld, above or below will He ever recollect
Truth, as it were, as it’s always been before & after today, to disrespect God sect.

An imaginary divinity which seven continents of humanity smuggled out the Void
Fumbled upon each goal line so that nobody’s team scores a point, dead android
Yes, maybe no but probably highly probably certain that the Left is not the Right
Good is not Evil once you’re beyond the revolution of this star we call Sun, Light.

“Hey man,” there’s a song that begins just like that & I know it’s sung by the asses
It’ll go into one ear & come out of the other, in Egypt or Paraguay or El Paso Texas
Complete, utter ignorance of Wisdom gleaned by the dead men we revere so high
I could be wrong, it could be worse, Almighty Evil’s so bad that humans wanna die.

Why else would Men have the W.O.M.D.? No other reason for soul’s annihilation
Before your own mother & father met in the link of love, you were where you’ll be
Down yonder, over here or there, all of it’s the same imaginary plane’s conditional
Argument beginning with ‘If’ & ‘But’ as if it means anything, it means God IS silly.

Yet, here we are, we’re all alive & we’re all gonna die & try not to be disrespected
By the minions & the family left over once the last gasp is released, Living’s Dead
Proud of y’all, there’s One future you’re movin’ into the way gone way, Astra glide
Seeing it all, from day before we got here, here & now, hope you enjoyed the ride.

I loathe the fear that I had to annihilate but that’s the way it goes, kill the scat too
Recollection of some random memory between star-stuff ain’t gonna get me over
Whole wide world, royal blue sea from here and now to Hawaii’s volcanoes cover
One god or many more, commandments on stone age rock and roll that’s so blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, IX-XXII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

#OnHold #OnFire #OnYourMothersGrave #FudgeTastesLikeChocolateSugar #WARtheBandplatinumJAZZ

MCCALL BROTHERS, ROBERT JOHNSON & JOE BONAMASSA

UP DEEP IN YOUR RABBIT HABIT

Pretenders who successfully fool others in their lives will face the music at the bitter ending
It comes on the day you’d least expect it, when you weren’t paying attention to the causes
So predictable effects which are moved by the intent of will power to create & move words
Magic spells of sounds in specific order to recreate the glitch of Life’s origin, feathered birds.

Killing and creating, eating and watching the effects cause other effects, unpredictable or not
Dreaming that the dream is no dream at all is the grand illusion left over by the ancient Styx
Viking blood and spirit ready to fight to the death for the Unknown, One bunch of little dicks
Fools & dogs with wisdom to avoid threats to end human culture, it ends in apemen dry rot.

Kept out of The Loop by moving 2000 miles away from the elevation and subway, all down low
In or around the gold dirt of California, near rivers and mountains of America, absorbing blow
In and out of the holes in the head, food and drugs are administered via I/V for efficiency’s sake
Reflection isn’t in the mirror, mine is already gone, bloodless vampire, wipe your lips’ red drips.

Peculiar yet normal, when there’s no more nor less than One, used to it already, I do a repeat
Like it or not, it’s my thing & I’m gonna do what I wanna do, that’s the reason I was born great
Without greatness there’s the authentic weakness of the predators’ prey, to kill without a fight
All of it is for the One killing & leaving leftovers for the kin and scavengers with keen hindsight.

Don’t go fund me since I am not in need for that assistance, spend your Time in Space crying
Feeling sorry for yourself because you’re a baby that never grew into adulthood, we’re dying
Day and night we move closer to the final destination, dead & buried in the ground or Arisen
Fight for your right, to have fun and avoid pain & suffering, wasted time, an immortality sin!

When the lights above ground are obscured by the angle of the dig, then enlighten darkness
Beauty and the lack of it, can only be seen in the light unless the eyes are blinded by the mess
Military mess a bit different than the mess you’ve caused by violating the First Cause’s effect
Created from DNA bone, not of zero-atomic charm, Nothing is zero, egad, holy God is a sect.

Paid the pied piper the fare to pass through the Time Warp, I got the key for the lockbox hole
Right here & now, my hand is flush with a full house, nobody can bluff me with a better hand
I know where the aces and deuces are on the table, I’m all in for the call, I don’t need a draw
No four of a kind, royal flush or straight flush five high in spades, I’m winning, I’ve won, I win.

 
Three of thirteen leaves the final ten to countdown for the launch, a blast-off explosion free
To escape the gravitational pull of the magnetic core that was expunged in a Big Bang of TNT
Sorrow for the pleasure that passed up my heavy metal riffs, hard rock loud, attuned volume
Apes, humans, animals, plants, mud, blood, beer, words are down with it, word up forever now.

Mink is the hair of the animal that warms the naked apes, move away from the freezing cold
Move to the tropical heat and stay away from the burn of the fire as well as the ice cube hold
Mirror the light of the darkness into the inner sanctum of the invisible cave, know the only way
To move the unmoved mover, pray loudly to quiet down the fury, Sunlight dies but not TODAY!

by
r j j stephan, I
{WTF is Alice?}

c. Jeudi, August XVIIth 2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Fiddling with WORD malfunctions, straddled the saddle horn & drafted this gem while jammin’ to @Robert_Johnson #Tribute link @ https://youtu.be/F2vMnwhYLMw }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?