#SoulStripper @ACDC & #SonnyPower (my pop in cielo) @JossStone in concerto #Parliament #ChocolateCity #DiversityEquityInclusion #DEI is #DOA #RunDMC #ItsTRICKYstarlight #GoNowhereAlltimeAllstars

COLD HANDS, DADDIO & THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE-DRONE

Common yet unusual as the distance between new years and old centuries in a deep sleep

Recommended to stay woke as long as you can ‘cause once your condition is to be a creep

That code Red is the last code you’ll get as the SOS that it’s an emergency for skin & bones

Mortal mankind ain’t a divine creator of this system or star constellation of fireball drones.

Short bets or long shots for the odds to get beat, in a fluke of the probability that you’ll win

So much to lose when you’ve got everything, nothing left once your last gasp pulls the wind

In and out of your face’s nose & mouth, it keeps that thing itself clickin’ on cylinders I spare

My back covered and I’ve got yours too whether you see me near you or not, I will be there.

Symmetrical Attraction to the misalignment of the trajectory and missed the bull’s eye dot

Far, far away from the ground’s gold in the dirt, where pretty and painted XX’s run the XY’s

Yeah you all know what I mean except for the nuns and priests who cut off their psyche tips

The Way that the species mixed variation to survive as the most fit to avoid extinction’s lips.

Looking back now that it’s all said and done, no headaches, no heartaches, sick until death

Example of problems that need solutions are everywhere, look for trouble, gasp bad breath

I am never out of line, I own every line, single file or mob style, granny & minnie skirts I covet

Legs, ankles & toes to the tips of styled hair styled over 7 holes, ears, eyes, nose & mouth.

Created by the invisible, alien-like ghosts-gods’ blind faith in what all dying elders swallow

Hook, line and sinker, the fishermen caught the days catch and it’s time to scream out blow

About the conditions of life while you & I are wide awake trying to have a good time, bull’s it

No work, all play made Jack & Jill get a break goin’ up the hill to fetch a pail of H2O on a bit.

Blood stays inside your heart to feed your soul until it stagnates with Time & empty Space

Vinegar and brown paper on your head before you go to bed is what Jack & Jill breakin’ face

Call it a crown, your skull busted and lets your brain fluid drain, it was in it to win it, it’s gone

All of it, every sound in every room at every time you wake up in bed or a sleepin’ bag, son!

Luck has nothing to do with the karma you owe, it’s all about the scat you did, now you owe

Death is no escape for your debt to the culture, the society, the ladies and infectious germs

What you see is what you get, fictional accounts of seeing and believing surreal reality here

Now is the time, nobody has forever to make any difference at all in cosmic soup, dead hair.

Zygote to rigor mortis just the routine for the things that live, atomic nuclei live in blue skies

As above and so it is below, everything in every single case is what it is & that’s all the flies

Out of holy eggs they lay, spontaneous maggots’ little trip to see what’s always been for me

Trippin’ on highway of One, coastal feel of a bridge gone too far, this ain’t no shoppin’ spree.

It’s the Karma wreckin’ yard for the souls that couldn’t remain angels without wings, it’s fly

So, we’ll drink the wine, we’ll smoke the leaf and look around to see nobody but me & a CIA

Spy vs. Spy left over everybody else got gone, like it’s always been, all in & on their own way

Enemies turn into friends & vice versa, depending on how your money’s spent, smoke high.

Dark everywhere 90 million miles away the other way around the cosmic slop, just go fish

It’s a game of getting’ lucky finding the way in the darkness where miscreants roam in ash

This leftover of a Big Bang or an Original Sin of creating & blaming programmed DNA soon

For doing the do, walkin’ and runnin’ up and down ghetto roads to rewards and a final ruin.

Paradise on a trouble hook, snagging you, me & the weed of the sea makin’ slime backflow

Asexual reproduction & spontaneous combustion came just before the Eve of Adam, yo bro

Believe your blind faith slant on the reason you’re here & now, same fate, we’re all gonna go

Outlaws & in-laws all showed for the feast, each brought an addition to poison family, so?

There is no God, don’t trust me, look everywhere, all around, inside & outside, it’s bonkers

Illusion helps assuage the fear of death you see picking your friends, enemies & strangers

To be the one who comes up with the things to do all day, playing in the sand at the beach

Just lying around soothing the mind of fear and loathing, seething from scat out of reach.

Briefly there’s nothing just a priori of the thing itself, man and woman know, blind faithful

Coming into the stage of making love is complicated but in a nutshell, an evolutionary fool

Earth wobbles, spins, revolves all about the system of One, holy star 93 million miles afar

Far from audio visual dumps of duped popes, POTUSES, paupers all One, jack chit in a jar.

Cold outside, was no older than your last look at me, your eyes were grey like blue-silver

Seeing all you’ve seen, it’s incredible that you’re not crying all the time, I know it’s insider

Can’t walk around good & drunk, crying like a baby 24/7 just because you ain’t got prayers

For innocents & all jacked-up guilty, nothing helps, won’t stop ‘til a bitter End, crosshairs.

Here’s the way to the place where you get something to say about everything, go to school

Learn it all from music to philosophy, mathematics and physics, you’ll love all of the gruel

Eat heartily and you’ll see the results by the time you arrange for your corpse’s disposition

Every single time we enter the bones, the spirit can’t remain in accidental DNA mortal sin.

Oneness distracting the humans from doing something, making something before The End

Bitter or sweet Nothings come & tumble into the sea, Davey Jones warned us, do not send

Keep it in mind, keep it to yourself, San Franciso to Maple Shade, it all could be worse too

Timeline here and now to there and then via wherever the ball bounces, daymare, I’m blue.

Barflies have seen and actually originated the bar fights where many men received stitches

Thank Jack Daniels and Bud Weiser for their input, glass bottles break easy on the bitches

Finding what we all lost when our parents disciplined us from our ego’s intended homerun

Time and Space to return the favor of a reversal of fortunes, give & take or it’s gone for fun.

Pawns check the kings and queens because they can, given their gangland styles of killing

In California or Kiev, days & nights do what they do ad infinitum, stay stupid, all birds sing

Survival of the most fit to see through the cruelty of foul winters & summers, coast to coast

Dream clouds disguise fake facts of life, you’re here, now & gone in a NY minute, then toast.

Salute to Annandale and San Ysidro because they’re there but where, nobody knows at all

Coming here in the darkness, blinded by the bright Hollywood & Broadway lights, I freefall

On the other hand, it could be worse than it is, you could be sick and tired, ill or even dead

As the birds and bees have reiterated in front of your very eyes, nothing lasts forever, Fred!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOVEMBER XXIII^rd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted from scratch while jammin’ to @VanMorrison #PhilosophersStone (ALL ALONE) K link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.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.?

#MeAndYou? #WeBeThrough @AaronTippin #KissThis #ApesEatingDogs @ZZTop @ACDC @Supertramp @GretaVanThornberg #ArmstrongGettyRadioShow dot dot dot ...

HOW DARE YOU, SIR?  REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

This here thing itself is right here in front of you & I, there’s no mistake, you’re dying

Either of aged genome full of evolved DNA or an accidental murder via fear & loathing

You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, nobody will know you ever graced the planet’s bays

Shores of Monterey or Tripoli, continental drift of the bull’s scat is nobody’s business.

Bugs everywhere slandered & annihilated in due course, it’s an evolution of animation

Moving after the Unmoved Mover originated the cartoon at our disposal, that’s livin’

Zygote to infant-toddler to grown homo sapiens beings gets you ending in immortal sin

Claiming before we’re conceived, we’re guilty for ancestral crimes vs. humanity skin.

It’s dynamite for the function of making a separation between atomic conglomerates

It’s doing the best for the annihilation of the Singularity, just being a tool is our fates

Seriously a function directly under the numerator, the denominator depends on zero

To be or no to be something or nothing, if divided by zero, you know nothing, my hero.

Can forever hold your peace if you don’t agree, if you’ve no counter-argument to con

If you’ve deduced another conclusion, although impossible, you’ve the logical reason

It’s worth disagreeing on the agreement, as long as you owe me no gold or credit debt

Hemorrhaged until vacuumed clear of the liquid iron & true grit, are you ready and set.

Peaceful battles against your friends on a chess board, 32 pieces & 64 squares, I’m a 1

Like the old song by Johnny Rivers, there was a legend of the worn-out mama’s 7th son

Done it all, you know the thing, tried to die with the thing but failed in the end, all alone

Call it spirit or soul-consciousness, mindful of the immortality & holy smoke of bone.

Time and Space on a thin line you know is one, invisible, abstraction of pretension fate

That you & I & everyone else ever to have lived or will have lived by the end of the date

Blind dated is the only way the survival will occur, don’t think about the innocent skins

Maybe any color the sun allowed during the DNA mutations from the original stepsons.

Film and movies can always be rerun if you’ve missed the premiere, on another hand

Stick it straight up your derriere with the impact of a #JackHammer, my new rock band

Son of a #Hammer, cyber investigate myriads of causes & effects, cybercriminal skill

Pray if you’re guilty, beg if you’re not & plead the 5th, awaiting a public defender shill.

Colored deep purple to crimson, ruby red, the blind see nothing the same, all is black

I believe the tide is going out away from the beach, there’s room to lie in the sun’s rays

Kiss this, fight about that, make-up on your face to cover up your scars & open sores

Kill the viral infections, the bacterial infiltration of killers, we are rare, T-bone steaks.

Special creation, spontaneous combustion & evolution of random collisions of atoms

All is one, unseen, invisible from 8 miles high, aliens see nobody, no short people sons

Daughters also, the mothers & sisters of the fathers & brothers, neither survive murder

Stabbed, shot, diseased or healthy old age-termination more or less one hundred, sir.

Body rocked from teenage years to occasionally beyond the octogenarian, y’all will die

No matter whether we like it or not, the Ends after consciousness is blackness on high

Closed eyes before you fall asleep is the thing, death is like that fall to sleep, a put-on

So you believe you can see past the smoke & mirrors? Reality’s God, pray my godson!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, BLOVEMBER XIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while reminiscing with #MyFellowAmericans (1996)  with @Jack_Lemmon & @JamesGarner @ https://youtu.be/eOG4-02ktyg?si=fBszYiMZ_G58vRqi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !" -- @DonaldJTrump #ItsJustImpossible @PerryComo

GODS’ CIELO A LA a fly on the wall in HADES

Freaks came all out in the day and went to sleep at night, with a bogymen

Function of the Calculus & pie in a red sky, as cracked up to be, a clear skin

Looking down upon a dirty, filthy Earth from 8 miles high, every Man is gone

Literally no one form can be seen once you’re high enough, downhills’ fun.

Your mother-in-law died at childbirth, hence your lover’s aborted, gone forever

No finding miserable, dead mothers in the Earth, buried or cold, scattered ash

Mental cases of psychological failure to adapt to the common ground of powers

Bring home run-aways to folks who vainly attempted to apply discipline flowers.

Proof of the backlash that smarty-pants can’t carry the day of the fools in paradise

Extinction is the only option, of the notions that #Woke is less than a choke, all lies

But and just because you are above the fray, this has no effect on your affection sins

Love the knowledge of good & the evil, love the intercourse’s creation orgasm jinn.

Three wishes should take care of every want and need in the genome of Cro-Magnon

It has no preference, it’s not human, as we are all too human, humanity of frolic & fun

In the Ends of the Void or Origins of the Singularity Black Hole, God will skip the class

You may not have known where the door is inside your mind’s eye, sweet piece of ass!

Hurting yourself and hurting any other living thing on Earth is a karma offensive soiree

Find your honey spot where you’d least expect it, always in your blind spot, I can’t see

Last resort of the viral bacterial infections of the form of beings that appear so paused

Baby zygotes morphed into rigor mortis corpses that turn into the scat they’ve caused!

Purple blues, shredded the axes and beat the tom-toms until Cinderella turned royal

Prince in the purple, same old human skin & bones, half-life a century to give or take it

Mother’s womb to grandfather’s tomb, weeping tears, gnashing teeth, God’s blue ball

Mush mash morphed into hash, fired up, smoked bowl hookah, it’s vanished, I’m all…

Time tells the whole story but the future must first turn present to become the Past

Uncommon as a mutant, recombinant recessive gene has entered the food chain

For better or worse there comes a time when the Far Side is more funny than grits

It’s all hee-haw & major guffawing at the punch line’s twisted absurdity, nice teats.

Dream of flows from tragedy or comedy IRL & there’s no use for another tune to sing

Come here today and leave here tomorrow, it happens both here & there, I say shoot

What do you say? What do you think or maybe you don’t think at all, therefore caput

Funk of the cosmos is what the atoms’ essence codes, the God, the gods or Nothing.

I sipped my glass of wine slowly, it was my last drink before my final night in paradise

Ancestors came & went & I am following the suit, trump me if you’ve trump, got aces

Pairs up two by two until only mavericks are leftover, find all the lost package traces

Supply the proof of the final disposition of the cosmos, it’s blind faith in rollin’ dice.

Compare your soul to the emptiness you recall before your conception in mothers

If you cannot remember, read all about it in the library full of bound, paper fathers

Minny & mighty mice having a nervous breakdown due to a cheese shortage, sisters

Gimme back my bullets, gunpowder is a Chinese concoction, we’re all One brothers.

Picked cherries, spit out all pits, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake due to warrior hits

On the other hand, I will not be taken naked, in shackles over my dead body, bull S#its

Gods built the dams through the all too human hands that found H2O is Life itself, US

From the empty vacuum of Origin, an almighty First Cause disappeared, left on a bus.

I secured the border of Home, the barrier fence surrounds my compound, alarms set

The pain and suffering has infiltrated every face on every head on Earth, elder to infant

Concentrate, what’s your next step, don’t move until you have a plan, don’t waste debt

Use Time efficiently, for survival or extinction of the species, kill the creep that crept.

Who has the power to control Time & Space, nobody you know, no one alive anywhere

Prick your ears up and put the pricks in their places, they know that they’re all in there

Before anyone drops a dime on you, comprehend the causes and find no first one at all

Hades’ hell-no but Cielo god-yes, punks are divine gold from a creator of Spring & Fall.

Apes are loose, runnin’ shows on every continent via pretenders all too human spin

Better that everyone doesn’t know the truth, in fact it’s better that nobody knows sin

United your states of illusion into a big ball of confusion to make a point crystal clear

Electric shocked the brain, LSD tripped your mind & your ass followed, killed my fear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER Xth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted by being silent like a #BigBang, drafted this piece while jammin’ to ACDC WereAllGonnaDie on youTube link @https://youtu.be/f6cJZJnri3o?si=xJsuu9h_oyGUHn3h }

#AllSaintsDay #MOTOWN TOP 100 #TheNewRadicals

LIVING WIRE, CREATURE FEATURE

Fighting in the middle of a jungle then going into a concrete heaven above dirt
No maps for the quest to locate a lost memory of what you can’t seem to blurt
Being alarmed by the information in the telegram isn’t the intention, it is done
Born to be innocent and guilty as charged eventually, ad infinitum karma one.

Even at the end gets you opening into the Void, odds are you bought into debt
Jumped out of a window after you shot yourself in the head, double jeopardy
For some but not all, causes & effects are always in control, magic trick buzz
Marshland to the deserts coast to coast, pole to pole, 7 continents of 1st Loves.

They just don’t write ‘em like this anymore, a knack for the scent in the room
Sweet perfume and beauty combine for the promise of the divine sweep broom
What I got in the oasis, nobody gets it if you tell them with words, it’s unseen
Not for your eyes only, my insight of the thing itself within is what all I mean.

Nobody but what we’ve got that animates our bones can help us, force is ours
Hands or feet, twenty phalanges & metatarsals in disarray due to the gravity
Lying down with the sheeple is as if you want to become an agar dish of virus
Get up & get down, get up off of your feet, dance and sing for the tax money.

Blame your parents or the folks you call your gang, your peeps or whatever
Searing heat cooks the tough until the chit melts in your mouth, filet mignon
Flips and backward somersaults off of the high dive won’t ending get done
You can do it your way or my way, either way, it’s done in time to have fun.

Airwaves in frequency & wavelength from a bass & a treble of double trouble
Cake in pieces of eight, halved, quartered & halved again, I at all eight 1 by 1
I beat myself up, it was a beat down, knocked up punk I turned out to be, son
Not a problem for me, just for every single other being on Earth, all rockin’.

I know you didn’t ask me but I’m gonna tell you a secret about sex you need
If you are an accidental conception between two strangers, no love to bleed
Let me help the awareness along, it doesn’t matter to Soul, to be is all spurned
Afterlife’s swill-like promises for gods fearful of darkness, buried or burned.

Preparation for the drapes to fall before the curtains come down, I’m rockin’
If you wouldn’t mind, please copy happiness for Mind’s single being sinkin’
Just a form and a shape of the matter left over from the Big Bang’s hot dust
Sun is the star without which we’re less than history, rockin’ boats that rust.

Sinkin’ down with the pretty and the sadly not-so-much, not their fault RNA
There’s mutation and recombination that ought to be extinct yet it’s all DNA
Before homo sapiens deduced labels for the things themselves, after the facts
Became history of ancient lassies, all that Mankind will leave descendant lads.

Commandments scratched lines & curves on rocky stone, as if that has gravity
Persuasion of the elders who blow horns & beat drums in the blues of the city
It’s alright that it happens that way since there’s no choice, yo’ playin’ possum
I ain’t worried about your worries, you must be in a hurry to die, go git some.

I’m gonna keep runnin’ ‘til my legs don’t work, ankles, knees, hips ain’t gone
Walk, trot or run a bit without getting’ hit-tackled by a 200-pound trainwreck
Hear that rhythm flow out of the back of the frontman, keeps you runnin’ on
Sun’s ‘G’ flame photosynthesized seed anima from an immaculate conception.

Dead right and grateful that I am, my intention was conceptual interception
Seriously an equation that had a solution, ‘x’ unknown to you & any wise-ass
You see them all the time, a Mr. Know-It-All that knows more than you & I
Logic & Reason led me to the same place at the same time, now, it’s a true lie.

Adonis or the last man ever born to woman, all of the bodies in between, dead
Holding on every moment I get the chance to, I think I’ll take what God bled
How many minutes? How many decades less or more than a hundred of ‘em
I’d go for immortality without disease, mental, physical or psychological, slim!

Bring all your weapons to the battle, the dream ain’t ever gonna last, eh chuck
Boredom is called ennui by some, others call it Mind’s time-out for don’t GAF
You either know what I mean or you don’t, if you don’t just follow me, Homer
And so on & so forth as the odyssey continues, I rest the ode to Plato’s power.

Fool of sentiments of happiness, reality of conscious imagination materialized
Better than nothing, anything is better than nothing, Void is blood, a king size
Funk defined in the trouble of the treble and the face of the bass, fool’s errand
I believed, blind faith remains for a last gasp of gas, Singularity’s wall of flies.

Park your elephant and donkey at the door, they aren’t allowed in the furnace
Too hot for the beasts of burden, only the brave and innocent git it, about face
Reasons runnin’ out of valid conclusions for the veracity of a happiness warp
All too human & not really divine, grown form out of one, microscopic twerp.

Your hips spread but it ain’t your fault, the creator’s faux pas, could be worse
Completely and securely shut tight as a drum, no entry allowed on the horse
An encore remains in the backstage smoke, like a dream takes over attention
Before we wake up, never to be #Woke, alright, alright, alright my grandson.

Anthem for the funeral parade, already gone & slidin’ away from the current
Raised to be exactly the way you see, it’s what you get, this time, every time
Come se, come sa and whether you like it or not, your luck is heaven sent
Above and below this ground, Day of All Souls, grow, gig, retire & all get bent.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to 50th Anniversary @DoobieBrothers concert at @RCMH 10-26-2022 link @ https://youtu.be/BM8pZqgb3z8?si=-rMNH1uDhuZM8NTC }
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EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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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 XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

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