#WINNING #Carlos_Devadip0Santana

FEDERAL EXPRESS ROCKS

DO 'IT' AGAIN & AGAIN AD INFINITUM

 YOU GOT IT NOW!

I don’t give a flyin’ hoot if you’re in Georgia or New Mexico, it’s academic

All wisdom of Wisconsin and the gold of California can’t be a pussy or dick

From gods that can’t die to the ones sentenced to Hades for eternity’s sips

From the cup that overflows with the whining babies who sail on the ships.

 

Keep skippin’ to my Lou, it really never mattered at all, ever & won’t forever

Been there where you’re at for a spell, decades before the dawn blazed days

Nights covered by the spinnin’ ball of dirt that can’t face a burnin’ star blaze

As above, good lovin’ comes down to the many from the One, it’s love fades.

 

It wasn’t there, then it appeared and disappeared in a blink’s passing ships

In the darkness of the night, Earth spins it’s back to the darkness, star sips

Common or not, find the middle road to travel away from monsters seen

Passed away hours ‘til I completely passed away, yeah you know it’s routine.

 

Sweet love in the midnight, laid down between silk sheets with softer skin

Great or less than zero, it’s all the same, nights and days, you & I’re all in

Done once I’ve finished, I do it again for the hell of it, no reason to repeat it

Over and over, over and over, imagine that, never change the load of s#itz.

 

Company and corporations that exude from its premier, in for the duration

Satisfaction is not the main thrust of existence, adapting to a mortality’s sin

Being alive, being born and dying at the end, in a minute or century survive

When you survive, you’ll enjoy the essence of being or it’s caput & you dive.

 

From the high-dive, 10 meters from the surface of white water turned blue

From painted pool’s concrete, clear liquid appears as illusionary lapis lazuli

Keep the hammers pounding nails into the wood, satisfy the carpenter ants

Building contraptions from the mental inventions, cultural prayer & chants.

 

Fire first, ashes last and that’s all of it, between  matter that evolves a blood

Where the original DNA donor is, remains to be seen, it’s mythological, God

All things you love & hate came in placenta afterbirth, conceived in plethora

Disappears in front of your eyes, magic after all, circular box of ol’ Pandora.

 

Brought a knife to a gunfight but it was more lethal than the bullets & beans

Slicing things that bleed much more humanely than gunshots to blue jeans

Pouring out all the wisdom from the heart and soul, Nothing’s leftover here

Now at this time, Earth’s wobbling & spinning yarns, I need a cold Bud beer.

 

Hold up your hands, this is a robbery, give me your valuables, watch & cash

I know you know that I know you’re as good as dead, therefore kill me first

Self-defense from It, attempting to stop your breath & heart from beating

It’s death and there’s no skull or skeleton or scythe for this reaper’s sting.

 

Separation from the things that you’ve accepted as Living not Dying in sin

Mortal or original, this ruse of obedience to invisibility and divine foreskin

Love rockin’ with the hammers pounding wood together, state separations

In the end, another locked home on the block, ghosts at home takin’ spins.

 

Race is on but it’s almost over right after the start, finish line ahead for all

Mortal blood flows, hoping and fearing One and the same thing, life & death

All the above and below are ethereal atomic fusion & fission, mad about life

Rocks rolled ‘til they stopped at the bottom’s burial pyre, I had an F’n ball.

 

Brought a knife to the gunfight, lethal as I was, couldn’t dodge a .44 slug

Blew my back out with a tiny spun bullet made of dead-lead’s golden bug

Mirror to see what you look like, reflection of what it is & is not what it is

Form & substance comes in ecstasy, holler loudly, it’s your bro & your sis.

 

Explode as the climax does, the culture squeezed into the ovaries to be laid

Inside jobs, evolution from nothing to something, this & that of Lass  & Lad

Bums & junk users who push poison into the genome, they’ll be extinct too

In your head-mind, known by the Unknown, God’s skies, it sucks to be Blue.

 

Beams never return once the reaper doesn’t let it repeat, I am all the dead

Exit stage left, right is always wrong hence, only one chance to get it right

Last rights you get if you’re lucky, Extreme Unction blessing of oil as a God

Sons and daughters of the dead humans are bass fishing without a fly rod.

 

You see where I came from, I know from hence you’ve come, now we know

Either Love or Lust, raped or conceived in gentle madness of a climax, slow

Survival of the species depends on this one thing, on the old Time’s Space

Wonderful as it seems, devastating as it’ll be, we all survived a human race.

 

Pick me for the team if there’s only One on a side of the Otherside, not Many

Keeping track of billions of  humanity’s sins and contributions to extinction

Only you know & I know, keep children and elders out of the loop’s thin skin

Truth is silent, if you know then you know, if not, too bad, ain’t getting’ any.

 

Hence, therefore, one more thing, last time I’ll blow God’s mind trip on acid

Conclusions are rational & reasonable to a fault, a perfect storm’s thin skin

Surround sound to pound away hours, dreaming not sleeping, I am The Kid

Last chance to surrender, I forgot it never mattered at all & what if it did?

 

Done in the morning and the evening, good sleep come morning light’s spin

Over flipping the days and nights ad infinitum, I dig it and I ain’t Gunga Din

For the sake of ones who were aborted before Life, I hear a cry to come too

No need to return favors of karma once a deed’s done, I’m lapis lazuli blue. 

by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 2^nd MMXXVI Anno Domini  @ 530 AMPST

{ Crafted in utero before I was born 8-27-1951, I’m just the messenger so don’t shoot me unless it’s @TwoFingersTequila  #SHOTS & listenin’ to #DoItAgain by the @StapleSingers link @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?si=kkCy1nSnnYTnyikN }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatItIs @TheTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WaitingOnASunnyDay @Springsteen WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE #SonOfAGun #PistolaWhipolito #Skynyrd #ZZTop #RIP @DILBERT

RIP  @DILBERT

 { Scott_Adams }

1 MORE CHANCE, ON 1-11
TIE back PULITZER HANDS OF TIME

Which pain in the rear are you referring to?  Me?   You jumped the shark, enjoy the hot ride

There’s a low-grade hill ahead and after that last climb, you’ll have to return to the ice glide

Mama and papa had no idea that the love they made created this globule of temptation’s fit

To be or not to be inside the beautiful as it should be, it’s always that way, no eating, no s#it!

Bits and pieces of the honey emitted from the bee’s hive, stung repaid for the pain, rejoice it!

Leaving Earth now, takin’ off 8 miles high with no gravity, it ain’t holdin’ me down in the pit

I have a hall pass, I move about from here to there without restriction, I can’t sleep as a shill

Back and forth with the hands of Time, this Space between my ear’s aches but it’s so grateful.

Bottoms up for my father & mother had the trick down pat, was easy as pie to make me crack

Great tricks made from ’51, here & now, stopped Time, on my Watch, I’ll pour the Jack Black

Slammin’ Tennessee whiskey down the gullet as if there was no tomorrow, it’s a super roast

Where’s my other half? She was right here a minute ago, she’s gone but left me a holy ghost.

Grim as tomorrow will be when I can’t wake up or start all over, a twilight zone of one godson

Follow the bouncing balls, it’s a rhythm and rhyme that moves the tiny baby’s ghost, can’t run

Bringing every atom you’ve gleaned since your conception, protons & neutrons, now go play

Excited electrons shocking the ghost’s soul into a death spiral into the Singularity’s star array.

Watch behind your blind spot, it’s right there & it will be the last thing on your mind, as above

It is that way below the full universal particulars & it’s the same way above the fray, in a dove

Flight from rest to the hilt of the four-leaf clovers, everywhere Earth’s dirt sets, it’s luck of Irish

Spring soap or whiskey from a green isle, turned me into all that I am, head of a snake & fish.

Here’s the real & unreal mixed up into a ball of confusion, living eternally in species extinction

My enemies and friends merge into the gravitational collapse, it makes no sense, All skin is sin

You kiddin’ us? We’re surviving for nothing? Heaven above or hell below? You idiot savants!

One last try, I gasp, a final pull of air, hold it in as if underwater, eyes wide open, it’s nonsense.

You’re alive then you’re dead, can’t sleep at night thinkin’ that this is all there is for all of us

All the holy folks, men & women full of blind faith to fix their fear of death & dying for a sign

Bleeding out five pints of bloody rivers inside the capillaries & burst aorta, lights die, he sighs

Creeping and crawling to stay out of sight, forgot about being invisible to all too human eyes.

Spirit is more than what’s in the bottles of mash and hops, shooting stars, dying blown lights

Time and Space made this here, right now it’s animated but it will be gratefully dead & gone

In a New York Minute or a flash in the pan, it’s frying and cooking the hard to be skin-so-soft

Avon lady moved the bath water in circles to spread the skin slicker from head to toe’s bone.

Don’t drink and eat constantly or you’ll be a lard-arse full of refused electrons, all fast times

Bottles & relief pitchers carrying the water for you, we can’t drink in polluted springs & ponds

On this middle path, you can see on the right & the left, they’re all dying like flies on the grid

Know nothing, prove nothing, see everything as a mystery solved, now you know, I’m The Kid.

Watch Time pass in Space, me & you blown away by the passage of momentous occasions

Which require us to be but never not to be at one with the second of birth and death sins

Mothers and fathers cannot determine the gender of the offspring but it’s not a big deal

What is more important than survival of the most fit? Nothing at all and now let’s get real.

Spirits dank & drunk up the sober & solid men who feared Death, fearless exposure to Ends

Rocks roll soft after obliteration, dust in the wind for the purpose of discussion’s self-defense

Every holy man and holy woman I’ve never met will also die like the evil, we’re all too human

Effects are happening constantly, they have a perennial creator, It precedes mom’s existence.

As above when astronauts have flown too high to be connected to the historical culture of us

So below we follow that precedence, a vacuum of atomless anti-matter quarks on a magic bus

Mills of a substance which precedes Existence itself are full of the cannoli filling, divine munch

Last gasp before you deny that everything is Nothing, I told you so, chocolate drippin’ punks.

Era before the future is right this moment, history happening without being recognized as Life

It’s all aliens from another galaxy search for while traveling Time & Space as we know it, strife

No need to eat the living things that die when we kill them, above the ground, Godson all US

One form of life isn’t well connected to a work of art machine, origin to extinction, Divine bus.

I built my orphaned form from a scratch, gleaned the gods’ good, bad & naturally ugly brood

Nothing is out of the content, atoms and anti-matter finalize the argument, deduce, conclude

Why speak to be understood when nobody cares what you say, a thing to make my heart sing

Truth, Justice & the original sin’s way, commandments to behave & reciprocate the kind thing.

Never say never but I do all the time, then it’s the time for the proper response, it’s all Never

Forever remembered what can’t be forgotten, heroes that saves the Life we enjoy, god is dead

All above & below y’all work the Yin & Yang into a froth, a tizzy to be dealt a final, losing hand

A blow, take It or not, you’ll feel It when It comes, kiss my data points, bloody all, too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this scat flambe of critical thinking and pretzel logic in a few hours this AM since I didn’t complete my mission yesterday, need & want remain one & the same, JUMP!  Jammed to @John_Mellencamp LIVE ON YOU #MTVunplugged on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupFC0WAvHs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater