ONTO THE BAD NEW DAZE, CRIME NEVER PAYS RIP DOLLY PARTON ONTO CIELO MiDolly #DownSouthJukin #GoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynyrd

DON'T KICK THE BABY, KEEP IT IN MIND!

It's all about the baby, man!  First rule is to Never, ever kick the baby

Nobody allows a baby to be kicked, even if it's a stranger with a lady

There is nothing more upsetting than recalling your own face whacks

When the adults in the room believed they'd teach me a lesson, facts.

Pretending that knowledge is wisdom, mere deception inherited by Eve

Adam too would never see the Truth comin', Adam & Eve went to town

No looking back since they knew they were sentenced to mortality's own

Stepmothers & stepfathers stepped in when an intercourse yielded a peeve.

Courage and fear prove nothing once you resemble a corpus dillecti form

As the bitter ending of each of our animated existences, it's bait, a worm

It enters any hole big enough to allow it's force, then infiltrates it all too

Before you know it, you find the Truth was told, all y'all be singin' blue.

From the 1st moment we realize as a child,  miscreant adults are two-faced 

No matter in any form remains for long, facts of life steal all of our grace

Like it or not, baptize the whole world & the species will still opt extinct

Bright mind burnt out of the DNA back in 2030 A.D. future shock in synch.

Give me no regard once the world blows it's planetary flight, it'll be all over

Nobody knows it but they will come to know it once they see it, a hot lover

It's a requirement for the species' survival, zombies can't reproduce the IQs

Lucky to have had a chance to give my power back to a Sonny's hot squeeze.

Hold 'em in Texas or just let the spades, clubs & hearts fly off with diamonds

Fire burns until all fuel runs out, that's the magic & you know when it's gone kids

A larger than life hole in the middle of your soul, call it broken, holy heated show

Brought a knife to a gunfight again, but I still won, once again, I used a low blow.

Beer and Black Jack whiskey replaced the rye, gin & vodka, no mistake, I left

Not physically but in my mind, detached from my historical recorded memory

I knew that life, existence from conception to death meant less than funny jokes

I need some desire, I desire what I need but I'm nearly already gone, it's all folks.

Follow the angels up, up and away even if you don't want to, you have to, me too

It's finished just like it was before you knew the difference between good & evil

Joy gets us over graceless disappointments, the End is a falling star over the hill

Hope you get the whole picture soon, now would be perfect, a shaded royal blue.

Performance of your engine is critical to nothing more than the last gasp of gas, so

Do what ever you do as well as you can & have nothing left in the tank I can't tow

If you don't use it all, you'll lose it all, it's the fact of life nobody denies, just blow

Lips together & bring the air from your lungs up & pump it through a teeny hole.

Brooms and mops left to clean up the mess of leftover parties, it's a hit supernova

Imploding into the Singularity before or after midnight, I slip into the hit plethora

Spheres and cubes of six sides bring the DNA & RNA into the gold rush of coloma

Peering the impossible both within & without you, Nothing is the star of the show.

Living in the spinning top that doesn't give up the ghost, keeps the spark in tight

You find what I've found if you duplicare the rotation, all ghosts will take flight

Design the rules, there's a beginning & end to the game, fair game even for cheats

Knowing every fact known and everything unknown creates God's divine meats.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1533 hours

{ I was still tucked in THE Womb on this day in 1951 A.D., in 2 days I'd be born, a nativity I don't recall, a royal flush IMHO, my mama does!  TY MAMA! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P.  DOLLY PARTON XOXO

#TheGoodOl'Days #BigSmo #UpInSmokeLowRider #CheechUndChong #Stones #Eagles #SmashMouth

WE ONLY GET WHAT WE GAVE 

TO THE GRAVE

In the beginning of Even Stephan, as it will always be in the future of the whirl

My significant other keeps the method of my madness at one, avoiding the swirl

Nothing stopping the full throttle acceleration of the diesel-powered A-Train trek

It's a world at present that honors the dirt & gold left after the Big Bang of a dick.

Absentee fathers have never been the accepted species' enhancer, they come n' go

From one end of the spectrum to another, all absentee padres had battleaxe madres

Not their personal fault, it's just the way balls bounced, to coin an unholy phrase

Talkin' about the Freedom & Revolution in this Time of consciousness' low blow.

Much ado about everything the sun shines upon, outside of the caves in the hills

You'll be happy or sad to know, philosophy of existence in a holy nutshell of shills

Beating congos and drums to the rhythm of the bass & guitars, marracas, my son

But also & not only this & that yet nevermore to be or not to be, a good question.

Drunk on feeling alive, to avoid the dead rhythm of the skin & bones is copacetic

As I am, so y'all are in conception's shock to a phantom cosmic, "The End" kick

You deserve nothing since you've made no deal with anyone but your kid inside

Your parents whether they knew it or not, were obligated & responsible but died.

Playing the game from the biginning to the end is the whole cosmic egg yolk

 Babies to the elders who've seen it all but forgot half of it all, like the kinfolk

All of the friends & enemies who knew you & forgot everything about you too

Love or just a passing feeling of sharing oneness trying to come alive to a fool.

Hung it all out to dry so the painting's colors blended together in the hut of bliss

Hundreds of shades of light & dark, to inhale & ingest with the rhythm & beats

Reprieve nothing close to an original advantage of being omnipotent, front seats

At a moving picture show, the play on the stage of a mind-game of that and this.

Fruits were the original sin, just sweet apples in the desert of creative demigods

To be or not to see, hear, smell, taste or touch the atomic storm of DNA hotrods

Talking inherited bull scat in unintelligible, symbolic reference to 5 senses' scat

Wise men took care of the ignorant with thinking that Life was too short & fat.

Playing the music, melodies and beats to face it head on, never on the backstroke

Never behind an eight-ball or left feeling poor, being unchosen, left behind a bloke

Whispering as if anyone knows what your hot air is blowin' but you can't stop it all

Dream is over before you'll even know that 'it' was all a figment of a Void's balls.

Calling you & yours out to the front of the altar of this sacrifice of scars & tattoos

What I mean by what I say is clear, you've been HAD, I was HAD, off the booze

Clear & presently never in danger again with my eyes wide-open to see behind me

Where I came from & where I'm goin' for me to know, you'll maybe find out free.

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Vendredi, August XIVth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @@ 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this nutshell to expose the prime mover while jammin' to @Santana LIVE #Supernatural concert  https://youtu.be/UffLNP-s2xQ?si=5jHEIcmWaXlF79WO }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HB431WSN

"MY TOMES OF WORD," LINK above or below "what it is"

#MyChit SIGNAL / DREAM GHOSTED / CHIMERA TRILOGY 3 FORMS & 1 SUBSTANCE IN THREES #ItIsDoneOver #WhenToHoldEmWhenToFoldEm #NoExceptions #NoRules @USAF @F47

LINK TO:  MY TRILOGY GHOSTED CHIMERA "SIGNAL

SIGNAL BODY, MIND, SOUL,

 A RICO TRILOGY

WOE BETIDE Y'ALL BEFORE PASSING-OUT

 PASSES TO THE BEAUTIFUL

It is what it is in totality’s plethora, subject-predicate objects both present futures to realize

Of course, you’ll want to be present under the silvery moon or pitch-black skies, in disguise
I can say no to anything at all, even what I ought to be affirmative about, the cat that smells
Far out on a limb with my best friend, Jelly Roll who died one day without notice, dead lead.

Turned it all into gold, just a planetary effulgence of what’s left over from the Big Bang’s ID
Jaws dropped, now or later, it never matters a bit, I’m not gonna lie, I ne’er lie y’all can see
Of course, you have no idea that your life is but a dream while you row the boat so gently on
Downstream following the current down to the sea, for the love of might, y’all wake up, son.

Pricking the unholy ne’er-do-wells, provided by welfare for loose mothers and daughters
You know and I know that liars will disagree only ‘cause they’ve no choice but to defend chit
If you comprehend aches & pains of waking life, aware that no pain means y’all are mothers
RIP then but not a moment before on hard roads up the middle, daddio, nearly all brothers.

Rumors and the propaganda that emerge from the sewers & hall odor of colleges of stank
By the way, bye the by or by the buy, in any case the philosopher’s stone has precedence
You don’t know what nobody else knows, join the club, it’s everybody not dead yet, it’s us
Conditionally, that you’re waiting for the End of Life to come, no pain or gain, no free rents.

Fools and their parents who conceived them from literal scratch, all will meet here or below
Up above the mountaintops, only 8 miles high above the fertile ground of being in the flow
There’s some “thing” to know about, it’s not a secret, but it’s ignored, yet it’s embedded on
My tattoos and scars all over from It, head to toe, bruised, stitched, healed like a freshman.

I got the jolly roger and the knives all sharp as the day they dropped from the blacksmith
No question of the poke, slice, cut and chop features of the thing as it was meant to be
Just like everything else in the cosmic reality we’ve all agreed upon as normal, it’s all dead
Don’t shoot the messenger because the keyboard is too hot to handle, get over it, he said.

If you can stay locked into the proximity of the perimeter, you’ll be focused here, now
Nothing is more important than knowing it all before your death, accept wisdom, blow
All in your head or a plethora outside your mental perception, either way it’s A Thing
Naming it with a sound everyone agrees upon as a reference to the identical O-ring.

My father is now in heaven with my mother; have injected the venom into my origin egg
No responsibility or obligation for the intentional conception, anticlimactic Irish Jig
On the plane, below or above it all, in every case, it ain’t there when you’re gone away
Don’t take my word for it, you’ll see & when you do, don’t worry about it at all that day.

There are unfortunate consequences for living without arranging your own after death
Like afterbirth, it must be consumed by the host & shared to the ether of the minions
I can’t joke, I kid you not, as an old amigo used to retort to an unbelievable kit of scat
You know fear, your parents abandoned you after the teens, crashed into it, God spat.

Fault and obligation are a display of Life on Earth, an accident of a god being bored
Gravity and centrifugal force due to a counter-revolutionary orbit about a white glow
That’s ALL folks and no offense to the clergy and ministers of the blind faith of a Lord
Of rings or of a cluster of minions, a Lord of something or other, all above and below.

Come on and reach out to touch me, just like every other human being, it’s skin & bone
Nothing more or less than a container for the heart pumping the blood, it’s in a rune
From papa’s liturgy onto a finish line, nothing’s more important than wisdom, ain’t so bad
Before Earth was created from a Big Bang, there was this here & that there, thanks, dad!

When I disrespected this world, my father overruled, respect for all there is, God’s concept
Deep spirit understanding of what the Unknown is & deeper than human language, accept
What #Disclosure means exactly, are the ones who came before us returning to the roost
If not, what the hell is up with the imagination, making fiction your mother drillin’ truth.

In gold we trust, the dead, wise-guys from all continents left a legacy of soul power trees
Written on the cave-walls both above and below the ocean water, axis shifts 15 degrees
Survivors of the natural holocausts & overall neglect of the civilized folk, we caused it, a lot
Elected or not, whether POTUS or dictator-czar of, by and for the people, it’s all we all got.

Coming in loud and clear at the ending, the finale when the curtains begin to close tight
Ready though for a final bow and an encore of unexpected joy to the world, ad infinitum
Happiness walking down the street, all it takes is the intent and ability to fend off scum
You know scum will come, like it or not, souls roam for mischief & envy, I say “I’ll fight!”

If I can recall a few of the gems & tidbits of wisdom from my father, I shall share ‘em all
“Did you do your homework, Richie?” “Yeah, pop, I got a final tomorrow.” “Good boy!”
Smacked me NEVER; he was the best man on Earth I’ve ever met, there were many yet
He was indeed The Best Man, paid my way in gold & silver to get here & now, all on a bet.

Winning is everything, it’s all there is because losing isn’t an option for the survivor of It
Heavens’ dogs and planets’ gods, ruptured the fabric of Time’s Past, morphed to hear it
Songs with melodies and beats to hear in our heads as if we’re hooked up to orchestras
Allowing happiness to elevate to a climax without intent, an orgasm without an egg fuss.

You know, and I know that all she really wants to do is dance, like she does, with a backbeat
She knows the way of the shake, rattle & roll, just dance like there ain’t no tomorrow, yeah
There might not be a tomorrow, you gotta get down when you’ve got the groove on afoot
Phineas Bluster was his name, all you need to know is he’s a dummy, nothing like @Groot.

In general, and in particular, this isn’t the 1st time I got to Earth & forgot life was accidental
Keep your eyes peeled, so to speak; if you’re mute & deaf, use the blinded eyes in your head
God linked you to the matrix, like it or not, you have no free will in that respect, that’s Killer
Meaning the very best that could have happened, advantage & opportunity yields the filler.

What I am or what? You just need a bottle of wine & flush cash for some thrills, it’s so funny
Bringing home the Butternut bread as it’s always been since day 1 as I broke out the bunny
Playboy or priest, nobody could tell from all faces that changed with haircuts, until the zoos
Never stop growing like fingernails on a corpse, coffin, woke after a while, Howard Hughes.

Pray that there’s no God, no gods who left this created lump of mud to the dogs, we’re them
No need to look at your reflection, you are who you feel like you are, grab the old mojo too
Up for grabs, telling stories that may or not be true, nobody calls the bluffs, it’s alright now
Video in your recollection, fell in love & fell out when it died, torpedo is stuck in the aft bow.

by
r j j stephan i
c. Dimanche, July 5th MMXXVI Anno Domini 111 PMPT

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SHOUT OUT TO PABLO PICASSO

 

AIN'T NO PLACE FOR NO HERO @BigSMO @SANTANA @Eagles @Madonna #bbBACK

I AM @GROOT & SHE IS @MADONNA

  This is a LINK TO:  My Trilogy of Poetry on Amazon

SLIP INTO ‘IT’ & GIVE IT UP!

Darker angels were in the outfield helping me judge the pop-ups and line drive hoppers 

Neither or both times you’ve come to Earth to live it up, a good life of routine big toppers 
Divinity tie has a notion that there’s a need for the love potion, angel of grace, a bud opens 
Aligned with the stars, which are the most fit of the red giants and white dwarves, the spins. 

The day before our conception, there was either love or lust for the creation-formed planet 
Shift on the axis, wobble around to & fro, a short time or a long time makes little difference 
To the minions and the spirits that fly out of nowhere in the light, hidden in broad daylight 
Park your carcass right where it is, as you’ve outgrown it, need it no more in heaven’s fight.

Drunks step into the same river twice and distort the Truth which is lost in veracity forever 
Divine or human, copy the good, bad & ugly because it’s all there is for a billionaire nudge 
As above, so below, a rung call again, words in the world of my ancestors & descendants 
Subject and object with a predicate, long wind through small pipes, metaphysical wisdom.

Human speed or godspeed is your choice, you have a free will that you wish you could lose 
Blaming your behavior on anybody else but yourself, that’s a trick, a process of bamboozle 
In between your left & right hemispherical mind, there is a nerve formation linked to Zion 
Apes’ forms in a myriad of random, natural selection results, come & go by a million eons.

Peer review the decisions you’ve made based on your training, approaching perfection, son 
Mirror of your front & back, 2 dimensions that can only be all too human, I await a blessing 
Fear that I’ll miss a cue to get out of the supernatural haunting coming on strong, tick-tock 
I know, you know, we all know, a doubt leads to wisdom, your honor divinity in a deep dive.

Monkeys with a purpose, too human without one, such a canard, nobody knows it though 
In the deep end of the bottomless sea of H2O, potentially nothing at all, dump into a Void 
Pushing into a higher degree gave me a headache, pulsing, throbbing visions, sacred cow 
Bum, junk user due to dead eyes wide-opened that see nothing post death, learn to blow.

It only hurts when I am awake and breathing in and out, doesn’t make me laugh, it hurts too 
LOLs comin’ from deep down in my soul, my spirit is sanctified by the sacraments, in blue 
Commitments being paid back for the adoration of my station in the food chain, I’m stoked 
Feel it deeply, listen to a voice, kill all lights, singularity using gravitational collapse invoked.

Are you sure you don’t want to know all lies that have been disguised as the Truth? Last call 
A secret is no longer hiding in the heavenly shadows darker than the black star’s singularity 
Flying into the plethora, the whole story from the beginning to the bitter end of the protocol 
Signify your mind, your body and soulfulness of the spirit, God tricked Adam, made a hole. 

Bared the smooth or hairy skin for the autopsy while still living & breathing, damn the aliens 
It’s like human scientists teach all students in high schools & higher, dissect all the minions 
For the love of the gods, if there are any left over from the ice age, it is the place for no hero 
Home in place in Space, where Time began to tick moments of Justice’s pigham sammich.

Lonely roads you & I have walked & driven upon, some dirt, some asphalt and Earthbound 
Hunger for the love of the embraces you used to throw to me, before you died into a corpse 
Load for me to recall every time I visit/revisit the graves, below the topsoil, all I’ve ever said 
Blame is on me, I’m responsible for original sin, a climax of heaven on Earth’s dirty ground.

Blood spilled during the love, for the good of the species’ survival, pure strength survives It 
Every step from infancy to adult stages, this natural planet of the Big Bang throws a hussy fit 
For the sake of the good, the bad & the ugly, the beautiful are a mere misfit of the mutation 
Nothing has light but you can’t see it, it’s UV or infrared out-of-sight, hippy style, Big Surfin’.

Buying the wares that the traders want for your oil and gold, it’s what culture is all about, so 
Go from here on out, to your fathers’ mothers inherited culture, stay alive until your last huff 
Dream that your existence is more than it is, an accident that looks like an intended fiasco 
Truth bombs being dropped from the Ghost Train that flies above and below where gods go.

Hard or soft rockin’, all words that are agreed upon clicks, grunts & huffs, just a shady noise 
Gathered in a smaller space than a Dewey decimal point, Love is red flow in the heart, boys 
With the backbeat of the heartbeat, there’s a rhythm and a rhyme, sometimes more or less 
Goody goody, a rascal’s exposure to O2 gas of the sphere to a final suck of wind, goodness.

Matter and the Energy resulting from its incineration, it all comes down to the denominator

 Ludicrous as the first and last woman who bore Mankind, fire and the leftover ash is all of it 
Blind faith in unknown mystery isn’t the Truth, it’s a jumped conclusion, a mythos’ anomaly 
Pride in being a part of the masses with cheap-ass sunglasses, got some, all good, I’m fine.

Bring a knife to a gunfight, fine for all escrimaderos; you all need nothing but a rattan club 
Grab a knife, a sword and a machine that could be a cyborg, obviously, 12 moves & passes 
There is no defense other than an identical dance, as indulging in combat without glasses 
Pumping and distracting from the actual blow & silver-back ape scare, pounding chest rub.

Legs and arms know their way around the Space & Time occupied by the free forms of Evil 
Just the opposite of the ugly and the good, Live spelled backwards is Evil, it’s all y’all folks 
Nothing else in the universe other than you, myself & everybody else I know as well, 2 jokes 
We’re a step away from the ending of the story we each share on this battle of Bunker Hill.

You had to know and I had to tell you the answer to the proverbial question, nobody asked it 
Who is in charge here? You’re your leader or I’ll assume you don’t have one, you lost it, chit 
Bums and junkies crawled into their cocoon for safety and clearance from the target of prey 
Build something where there was nothing, death says, give it up baby, get ready yesterday!

by 
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed this out to the JAMZ of @ZZTop #ChromeSmokeAndBBQ on YouTube link
@ https://youtu.be/lRGPp0F98iA?si=SU1mCxD6McRz26F0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?