#WickedMothers #BegottenNunsSistersDaughtersMothers #ParFour #CourseMaui #DavesNotHereEither

IX – uno – UNO

Seems as if you’ve gone off of the deep end, you know It, depth of point of no return
When the mid-space you’ve carved out of Time you don’t own has collapsed to graft
Getting chit all free from Tierra del Fuego to CUNY campus hub, grifters' magneto
Knowing nothing about your mind or soul, just 208 bones humans inherit to go.

By the time I got to the stones, I began workin’ the angle to cheat the stupid MFs
Creeps you have to be near, disturbing your feng shitake noire, you’re the Fathers
Mothers could not scam fathers more easily, all sisters, daughters & wicked aunts
There’s a scam goin’ on in the racket, pretending to be One when you’re all none.

It’s survival of the Dostoevsky moron who plays the idiot, neat package gods’ fate
Who will prick up the other men’s sisters & wives, every angle of a female bum
They have their teeth and smile, all there is in the mob is the boss & the racket scum
Clip a buck here & a buck there, gain the trust, work the angle, it’s your auntie great.

Here’s your dilemma of whether you should stay or go, you have no choice, MOVE IN
What’s the angle, you want the right one, the obtuse or less than 90 to 1 degree of sin
Meaning your foolish trip from conception & birth led to my path, your fork in the road
TNT ain’t dynamite as you suspected but it will blow your bubble into the origin’s load.

We ain’t from Earth but our creators came to tell all of the grifters the code to the system
Buying the morons and idiots scam, you will turn on your friend & ghost the rest of them
Give me your wallet & #’s so I can trust you, am I mistaken or accurately calculating sums
It’s all the same in the end, the final curtain will fall for certain, no negotiation, possums.

Asleep while wide awake only means your attention has been arrested by propositions
At once logical & theoretical, no proof beyond a doubt that anything is true, #Vince man
Appreciate your position on a lifeline from zero to infinity, nobody gets outta here alive
Hope for genetic perfection, immunity to foreign viral agents and somebody to love.

Keep this too close to the vest, you know what I know & you know it all, y’all know you do
So, without further ado, let’s leave for Kokomo, way down there in Montserrat’s mystique
Catching a glimpse or two of the places in Space where it all goes down, as high as a gad fly
You all need to meet me for coffee, tea and the rest of the things you don’t care for, I’ll buy!

Leave baggage, empty on the beach, preconceived Key Largo, Aruba, Montego, Kokomo, all done
Neither yesterday nor the day before, frequency-waves & a rip tide went below gravity’s sand dunes
Before you’re ash & dust dissolves into a matrix, I want you to know it’s where I wanted you to go
Long time, short time, anytime you think about it, know you got two lips to kiss, in downlow blow.

You know epistemologically, credit devolved into deficit & you’re dead weight for nuclear waste
They cannot perfect chemistry or provide a catalyst for extinction of the species’ DNA post haste
Before the End allows natural selection to resume its ascent into the top of the food chain, has-beens
Heck & high water more love than you can hate without a dish rag or rally towel, you morons fix it.

Luck has nothing to do with being in the right place at the right time, unknown nothing relativities
To alpha & omega, your language has done you an injustice with subjective predicate spelling bees
Barroom brawls all ended as they began, broke glass cuts, outlaws won fights some fought & died
Winning was everything after all, you don’t mind running your mouth further than your legs fly, eh?

Contact high on fools below my face, five to six feet above underground, rocks rollin’ away, Hole
Left there in the bottom of the mountain of gold hill, where gods stashed pages I read, stay calm son

 If I was either on edge or at least appeared to be intensely psyched up where a man survives alone 

Like blasting off to another planet, you’ve no choice but to thrust away from the ground’s holy zero.

I won’t leave too soon & never be late, allow me to choose Liberty rather than being all too human
Retired from the good luck of poison pens which wrote words that washed away the old Peter Pan
It’s too fine, in the end, it all goes the way it should, until a Black Hole resumes the DNA transition
Into the void place where y’all want to go, down in cool Kokomo now, be a subatomic soul, son!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth, MMXXIV Anno Domini @222 PMPST

{ Fried some cells in the cerebral cortex, reason for rhyme, @ThePointerSisters #FIRE in a loop, youTube link @  https://youtu.be/ZBtAiwNcsiA }

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

FOOLS' COMEDY, GENIUS' TRAGEDY

#RiffRaff #ACDC #WakeUPTheWokeBeforeTheWake #JumpForMyLove

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 A put-on for atomic mass

A-Team of warrior classes assembled in the backwoods’ tundra, all unholy jailbait
Ex-con defensive offense in state gaol, heads spinnin’ aggression only to annihilate
Feel it, antennae eject out of the bones’ mutation from 1951’s afterbirth placenta
Uneaten, simply disposed of my origin’s fuel for my mother’s milk, dried formula.

What you could never know since the Word cannot be read or said, an idiot rubric
Cube of six-sided dots and scratches, a die that rolls with another to complete dice
Got a pair in my deep pocket, awaiting inevitable production of bully fear put-ons
Comin’ out the clouds, down the mountain through foothills to a valley, my sons.

Daughters all got their heads spinnin’ before they hit thirteen, bleed on paradise
Making something out of nothing but a spurt or jazz puddle playin’ all snake eyes
Move slow into a snake pit, look around for all exits, drink nothing in glass or can
Journey about Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter over 3 times 20 & 10, I’m Man.

No hiding out on your mothers and sisters, they know it all, can’t hide the power
Extinction and survival all in the hands of the ladies, not the gentlemen, no peers
History amendments and policy adjustments pending variable presentations of Id
Inner persons who appeared like magic after their conceptions, turned @TheS#it.

You are living in front of the band, being the face of the put-on, it’s no joke, reality
I, messenger & like superman, can’t be shot with lead, stabbed by plastic or metal
From skull to heels, my function is to keep Soul alive, survive in scum of swamps
Could be both here, there & everywhere else, seen & invisible to eyes of chumps.

Inability to move your know-it-all elder funk, from the pure, clear light of the gods
You & I know it deep within, denied the peripheral congregation’s head spinning
Clearly the One’s fog has lifted shyt into the-know-it-all phase of divinity’s dump
Follow me to this cliff, you’re dressed to kill but all you’ve got to do is, just JUMP!

Hunks of dreams between the awake, the woke & the drones of a Rio Linda dump
Drink something now, hurry up, drink your ale, beer, spirits stuck up in your rump
New York brought you to the final ending of your Finale, don’t hide, I got you, Jill!
Yelling, screaming like the unborn about to be aborted, you’re 60, dressed to kill!

 by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XX, MMXXIV @ 911 AMPST

{ Copied this out of Our Minds’ eyes, I got two of ‘em, nobody else does, I’m the only one, livin’ in Funk with @TheWho at the #HideOut #ThePutOn finished the touch while jammin’ to @TheWho #EminenceFront link @ https://youtu.be/rx6Zgz0TZuA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@LynyrdSkynyrd #TooLegitToQuit Imagine Monday Is Friday Everyday... can't get to the weekend, ever, foreveer... #CocoaKissinFelixTheCat #BillionaireDollarBills @BozScaggs #LIDO @RobinTrower @MatthewPerry R.I.P. #TalentKnowsNoColor

LOOKIN’ FOR PEACE OF MIND BEAT AROUND THE BUSH

A .44 mag, If and only if you follow the argumentative presentation, you’ll proceed

It’s always with me, caution of my elders warned me to utilize gods, as a plant seed

You all are out of my GD mind, deep into One out of body experience, as y’all must

In the finale’s end, no choice but to be buried or fried to the pulverized bone dust.

Fish incorporated in a & surreal presentation for the minions deep consumption

Re-admission into the hall’s leading to the sanctuary where the blessing is a sin

As this movie called reality moves from being awake to falling asleep again too

Keep your eyes peeled & watch your six, it’s a cruel, cruel world my girlfriend.

My mother done told me to wait until my father came home for discipline might

We died in a jet crash on #911, trying to save Time in Space from hosting a mutant

Recollection recalled, rerun ad infinitum, nobody ever saw this coming lightspeed

No parking jets on runways, tarmac or hangar anywhere on Earth, it’s all Godspeed.

Where you are right now is where you’ll stay, not a slim chance anything survives

Rocks and melted snow comin’ off of mountaintops from Rockies to Blue Appalachia

Backwoods forever until the bottom falls out, a gravitational collapse of my scribes

No more writers to subscribe to the blather, it’s malfunction in the junction of hives.

Bees or men, either or both, they consort with the queen & secure hive honeycomb

Full backs and quarterbacks without a full deck in the backfield, it’s in motion some

Penalty in absurdum for the duration of the 4th quarter, then it’s all sudden death

Yours, mine, everyone alive & all who have already succumbed to the last breath.

Spit and polish on your shine will last until someone steps on your toes, it’s fine

I’ll step on yours too when you don’t know it’s me, in the middle of a crowd’s line

Here before the judge, I plead not guilty of being guilty, I’m always the innocent 1

There’s neither hide nor hair on my buckskin pelt, dead Davey Crockett but I won!

Is this the mule of the government or am I sleeping in bed, still dreaming this is real

When it’s a tiny figment of overactive imagination & a drag on society’s scat steal

Out of the swamps and the frozen tundra, the game gets played until the end’s scoot

Happens that way, no other way to happen, a cause for every effect, then it’s caput.

Bouncing back down like a ball off of a backboard or a puck of a goalie’s facemask

I can’t get higher than a happy ending, when I win, I celebrate until I pass the flask

My Jack Daniels on my rowboat in the swamp, my iPhone fully charged & jack free

My girls ain’t around, it’s too harsh, huntin’ gators, I am, I did, they swallowed me.

Plans of the fools who never see the end of the dream when wide awake, too bad

Nothing you nor I can do about it, it’s the jive of the picayune punks on the corner

The block stays and the players fade & die with the plague or the accidental slap

Dead grim reapers who don’t care, material form in despair, y’all just phuqin’ rap.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 9-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drained the swamp & made souvenirs for fleecing of the flocks, drafted ditty jammin’ to #LynyrdSkynyrdsInnards on youTUBE  @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P. JELLYBEAN JOEJOe

pi is 3.14 ... I need some cherry pie now! @ThePoynters #NeutronDance @BlueCheer #SummertimeBlues

{ (above fEEtage shot from my android on the outside patio of our room) MY WIFE #CarolAnn ON A @PRINCESS CRUISE TO ALASKA }

YOUR INNER GREEN APPELLaa

Being all uncertain is innocence of the facts of life, it’s the nature of the beast

Mothers inject you with the venom you get hooked upon, the teat milk breast

In the end, rejected by the attraction, we don’t fight for it, it disappears quickly

They hate US & allies too, an inevitable stench of bodily functions ceasing at sea.

Throw you in the ocean for fish food, they’ll eat anything as dead as a phantasm

In a bitter end, cadaver odor smells nothing like apples, peaches or cherry pie

One piece of a pie isn’t enough until the whole thing itself disappears, gods die

In reality or in a dream, either way, it comes & it goes as quickly as an orgasm.

Puns in the name of playing with the mind to see if you can be fooled by a fool

Laughing at yourself or someone else isn’t a full-blown command, it’s just a tool

To fix broken minds that got hurt and disappointed by expectations non-material

Up & down a hill like Jack & Jill for a pail of water, we gotta give, so we give it all.

Hell ain’t hot because it’s far away from the stars & sun, it’s gotta be innermost

Acting or at rest without moving a muscle, either way that’s all you have is time

Until the day you die, that last moment won’t stop you from success, so get it on

Faith in blind words that have no reference to life’s Earth, somewhere in heaven.

Optimus Prime means the first best thing is the thing itself, origin of matter I am

Egg in a womb, gamete swimmin’ upstream with or without the will of the host

Obscenity is unseen, unknown, undetectable yet, it’s the nature of a beast, boy

Courage to fight ‘til you can fight no longer, never win or lose what God damned.

Heart & soul, spirit and flesh’s bones. are all in for the duration of the fandango

Bought an argument, hook, line & sinker, logic & reason to the home on mango

Vibrations are good and bad but at least they’re vibrating, silence disguises it all

Drunk on weed and alcohol, tweaked the waking and walking on cloud 9’s Fall.

What if you woke up & found out that life was the dream, it would kill your Con

Confidence in the rotten fruit that rats reject on the ground, seeds rotting, man

You can’t believe the incredible unless you’re a dupe & stupid moron, I’m a fan

Wise owls passed along the problem’s answers, fixed the watchtower, it is done!

Bare backs ridden until they break from the white man’s burden, Ethiopian byte

Inherited the DNA, it’s a pariah from the denizens of mud, blood & high life beer

Guess wrong & it’s your curtains comin’ down on your stage, your play’s all over

Pine is smoked, it’s a euphemism for burning leaves inhaled to heighten insight.

Perfectly odd set of everything that doesn’t fit in the puzzle, got my zipper down

Clothed ala head to toe, cap to sandals, quadriplegic body of the all too human

Projected conception, aborted consciousness’ reincarnated human god

Why change evolution with aborted, fetid fetus of Woman’s inner sanctum pod.

Torn by the tour of duty I volunteered for, the enemy came for my uniform ranks

Merely a conscript volunteer for the abuse of the technical instructors, got dank

Fear & loathing, peace & violence fix it all, terminator assaulters of hominid hair

All the bad guys and bad girls know I’m comin’, I may be late, but I Will Be There.

High times for High crimes hidden within the foul fissures of grey material mind

Comin’ for the innards of the Trojan Horse in a minute, all bad boys we will find

Girls will all be sterilized, this species will become extinct, there’s no other way

It’s narrow, step away at your peril, walk or crawl, running will blow you away.

Fear the feeling, fear the thoughts coming in and out of your mind, getting even

No compromise for the phase of life ending, firing of neurons in every red vein

Find the evil and reverse the letters into “l I v e” & never allow evil spirit to be

Alive and free to mock the anti-gravity blow jobs of mankind, extinct humanity.

Gold mined, bitcoin, big bucks of greenbacks and digital wallets full of credit chit

Mirror your image makes two of you, pour double on the rocks, I’ll finish the skit

Program arrested my attention, data auto-generated to obliterate the scat bull

Savior sved the savings, the check cleared the bank, extinction is Void Survival.

BY

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 26th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted in utero, then unaborted, born to woman 8-27-1951, lucky to have been here for a NY minute, drafted this while jammin’ to @CharlieParker #JamSession on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KXP84ijiLbg  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

WHERE I COME FROM

HARVEY WALLBANGER

#Tricky #WAR #GypsyManDaddio

HURTING FEELINGS, ADDICTED TO YOUR SPREAD-OUT JUNK

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Full of your mother’s milk that she never gave you when you cried of starving

Happiness with that teat in the lips to suckle the dream for months, a formula fling

Darling dolls animate the sky that needed to be touched & deep kissed on the spleen

Even Italian, German or Russian or Chinese or Indonesian or any australopithecine.!

I kid you not with horns blowin’ Chicago riffs ‘tween composite drumbeats, a bad w#ore

On the floor or everywhere in the air of the headphones or concert halls, staring blindly

Into Space & Time before you have to return to reality of the ancestors of 25 or six 24

Invoiced payment made, paid in full, solvent, tiny pockets too deep to be an anomaly.

Thunder broke the silence, lightening invaded darkness’ sporadic flashes of brilliance

Had to roll with the punches or be swallowed by the mind’s eye, subconscious stance

Survive with the most possible leisure & pleasure without pain, that’s the ticket punched

Listen to one octave moving through the ether, into & out of your head’s jaw, munched.

We used to say, “I got you, I love you!” then it broke down in Time, high-heel peasant

For the apes alive and dead, all you get is everything pole to pole, astronauts lament

Laughing gas required to keep it up when there’s a reality that doesn’t deserve sheep

Like any other benign being in the universe, surprised to be alive, y’all #Woke asleep.

Greek men and women copulated to generate the alpha and omega men, it’s all I know

Haves & Have-Knots run the show, rule the roost, pretending it’s immortally a job blow

Pierce the invisible barrier as a bullet through silk, it’d be sad if it wasn’t so ludicrous too

She loves me she said, over & over again, I asked to be loved tomorrow just yesterday

Amazed, fixed like a traffic ticket before it enters the docket of a judge who hates judges

Honor, honesty, trustworthy \ loyal until the last heartbeat, like musketeer escrimaderos

Clear the docket, I am retiring tomorrow, having a coronary today, in ICU for the twilight

I couldn’t forget about you, forget about it…everything else within reason, it’s why I fight.

Bums and junkies just our cousins, children of the miscreants who mated without joy

All we got left is the kids without the golden rule to follow, altruism never implanted, boy

Girl got half but not the whole complement of the shebang, not their fault, couldn’t be so

Or maybe it could be so since it is so just once, it’s the biggest part of Me, take a blow!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 505 AMPST

{ Completo while jammin’ to @Ambrosia LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw }https://youtu.be/-WGfFlKIHzw

F I N I 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WonkyHonky #Cerubim #Seraphim #Blasphema @MarvinGaye @MichaelJackson @GladysKnight @VinceGill @ACDC @Foghat @KennyWayneShepherd

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MOUNT THE HIVE IN ‘25

There is only one way to rock as the stones roll down from above the apex’s black hilt
Dream within a Poe-etic dream, uncontrollable by the Will to Power, every soul killed
Less than imperfect, killer apes who believe that their veils disguised the poison pills
On being a nut case full of books infested by worms & fairy dust, Jack fell down hills.

Uptown Saturday night or early in the Monday AM of the fogged smog of dead & gone
All they left were monuments to the disaster we know as life on Earth, with an iPhone
After the ego is cut loose, the super ego remains in the ether lurking for wild lovin’ good
On E street, shuffling or jogging in the jungle you learned to survive within, dad’s hood.

Pro or con, for and against, either way the mothers were our sisters and mighty lovers
Without the gender of “XX” there can be no “XY” & the eternal Truth kills all believers
Rules, regulations, theorems, corollaries & commandments create a dynamic damn fool
Nothing to cast aspersions about, blind luck of the draw, the way it is, it’s all the too cool.

Think about crying to get help feeding and sheltering your 208 bones, it’ll be your bailiwick
What appearances form is the reality you recollect in retrospect, to avoid getting deeply sick
Actually nothing can be a dead bear in the back of a truck, bear tag to kill a bear via blades
Swords and stilettos hidden in plain sight, invisible weapons disguised as 2 feet and 2 hands.

Marbles perfectly round, no marble can be cubed or any configuration other than circular
Hidden until required for barter, trading the cat’s eyes of exotic colors from the sunny star
Like or ignore inclinations to feel either way, neither dislike nor abhor things, eggs of hens
No attachment to you or anything with or without inner sanctums of living in original sins.

Right off of the bat, younger or older than the sun-star burning revolution in red hot fires
Angelic smoke of imagination fills the emptiness of the Unknowing cloud of funeral pyres
Stupid, idiotic forms of life in human shape, inhumane to be all too human, 7-up hot rods
Regardless of your birth to any humans who copulate to conceive DNAcid of moon gods.

Sickness related to the pending doom of death with no afterlife in heaven or down under
Where that is when you have no sensory perception, it remains to be seen to get blinder
Skipping a rope for the skill of repeating useless actions which erode every joint you have
Top of the skull to the bottom of metatarsals can fill the Void, in a casket, in an urn, Dive!

Made the deal for the trade of valuable and expensive possessions you take to the grave
I don’t know like you know what it’s like to have faith in the blind light of the ancestors
After y’all die, you’ll live without a body? You never lie right? Y’all can’t make any of it up
Squirt your extraction at the formless, microscopic tropes and idiot plots fill a China cup.

Seeing without eye sight but with insight, seeing what can never be before your eyes there
Light is required in the darkness to see anything, without light, things just ain’t anywhere
No subjects or objects to translate into linguistic expression, signature of an end game sign
Hard and soft petrified gas, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, etc, etc, etc… Wisdom out of line.

Who is going to be alive tomorrow, raise your hands high above your heads, say it out loud
You’re alive and you’re proud to have survived your upbringing among the family overcrowd
Kids kept coming in since I was One year old, from two to eight years old, I got five clones too
They all watched me & copied my actions for preschool intelligence of the family hive blues.

Alright several times in a row, just moved with the motion of the ocean, nothing I could do
With the flow, rowing the boat downstream with the current, away from logs & stone rocks
How often can you recall the facts of life that you’ve got a finite time left to go in boondocks
Chuckles more than a laughing dog, sugar, sugar jelly between your teeth’s cavity low blow.

Hit you in the family jewels while listening to the best of ACDC, opened a can of two worms
Crawling until hooked for the bait that must be denied to the prey, set a trouble hook, homes
Palace down to the hovel at the end of the paved backstreet, all souls cratered into one can’t
Night and day, Chicago the Band can code the Truth in words you either grasp or you don’t.

When you’re down under the gun, you weren’t enforcing the law nor were they, none of ‘em
Roaring traffic of State or Michigan, even down on Harlem and 57th street, it’s all said & done
Made love to the eyes more than the thighs and upper legs, explains the wisdom scum bone
It’s the silence you recollect ‘fore the conceptual analysis, copacetic stasis of me, I’m the One.

I came & woke up before my time which should be a moment before being buried or ate raw
Full of what gets masticated and swallowed, habit burger that goes in and out of a locked jaw
Punks both pink, faded red & fuscia find no matter where there’s no gas’ galactic Hershey bars
Monument to all ones who were too good to be evil-bad, it’s Michael Jackson’s #BAD MFers.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 8-six-mmxxiv anno domini

{ Tubes movin’ the system’s whacked data in and out of the freaks who survived their schools, the carnivores are only freaks to the herbivores, #WhatsHappeningBrother by @Marvin_Gaye on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BDviY4dwfqQ?si=PhkoBbPQaxNhc4Jw }

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