#FatherOfMine redux from the past August 23rd 2018 A.D. (6 years ago)

NICE & EASY, FUNERAL Pyre's ON

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I was hollowed out and naked the day I was born, an empty vessel of organic musical DNA

Without a purpose other than to become old and die, to become remembered and forgotten

What it’s worth is nothing at all in the future scheme of things, matter and energy stardust

Please don’t try to stuff #jazz you were fed, ate and now've become the mouth for, the puss.

I am and you are no more than you see in your mind’s eyes, if you think more, dying will tell

Sooner or later, you and I will lock horns. you’ll go down first ‘cause I want you in the blues

I’m still a youngster and there’s a lot of breathing left to do, without help from the MD crews

Portions of this program have been censored for the satiation of the minions whose IQ’s lose.

Nobody knows how much you or I know about Creation of the universe or of your ma’s bawl

In any case of buying time in this space, there is a trade-off, pay attention or you’ll take a dive

Coming straight out of Chicago or Compton or Harlem, dust into ashes of the Reaper’s hall

Your head will be either completely severed from your neck or you’ll be eaten, dead or alive.

Conclusions which are deduced or induced are in any case, merely assumptions Mr Postman

I write letters and they get returned to sender ‘cause the #’s & zones don’t exist, goddamman

She must have been a mirage then ‘cause she WAS here and now she’s done gone, out of sight

I am very apologetic about the whole anti-mojo hookup to yo’ mama, nobody knows or cares.

Jump off of the cliff with me, you’ve got two choices, come or go back, there’s nothing left

Choice has nothing to do with it, it’s a force to be reckoned with for the sake of soul theft

There’s no such thing as a punished soul for sins of the flesh and bones, so sorry ‘bout that

Take that to the bank and cash it in, it’s worth more than diamonds and gold, chit’s #Fat.

Your fortune is the luck of the draw and a roll of the bones, trip aces or snake eyes, you lose

Winning is only for the ones who always get away with the murder of the insect and human

Nobody tattles tales on the wonderful ones with all of the marbles and cache, marbles’ booze

#Nothing matters, everything’s gonna be alright, the gods’ return to sender, an extinct man!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 23, 2018 Thursday @ 5:11 PM

{ Drafted listenin’ to #Everclear#FatherOfMine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MA? That you Ma? #LetsRockTheRaceHorse #TheFixWasIn #CarWash #FamilyGuy #ShouldaBeenACowboy

TIMING’S EVERYTHING

Nothing in the universe is known and nekid wisdom is exposed to rare Earth’s eyes
Filled with the bloody knives that stabbed the monsters all up in my head of dreams
For the last time, just like the first time in the middle of speakin’ the mind of tongues
I moved to California’s single wide to a double wide, I ain’t for no ape’s sad ass songs.

I’m clappin’ on the boards of executive services, elevate your conscious mind of bone
In church with sinners & in ivory towers with an elephant tusk, blinds closed at home
Jukebox played my hoedowns jams with played like games of religion all in my mind
Amigo just like me, mon amie we’re gonna bite our tongues to keep the peace, I’m fine.

Conman makin’ some iced tea on the last day of biting my tongue, tellin’ a bad joker
That the joke ain’t funny, there’s no humor in the tragedy of your comedy, just poke her
She won’t care if she’s rolled and in the corpus dillecti mode, Mother Earth come here
Whisper words, every one of them A to Z, conman pronouns verbalizing prepositions.

Cabal of chumps coached your children, innocent boy-girls who followed commands
Game began before you and I knew it was a fixed game, we concoct all too human gods
Cooler whip pie with a grey hair in it, you ate it, we all swallowed the pablum of daddy
On the one hand, idiots are afoot and on the other hand, morons in love with mommy.

You played at Hearts, Spades, Pinochle, Poker and Bridge to somewhere up in heaven
All greased gears grinding in the powershift during the drag race, I won the ¼ in seven
Actually 7.2 in the ¼ & nobody has ever broken the record, until now, I’m doin’ it in 6.9
Fix is in & out by the burgers & mustard near the wine & cheese, germs kill the 3rd kind.

Stuck in the middle with the honey and the mountain dew, place in Space for Homers
Kick you in the head before your first communion & last confession before you croak
Like a frog croakin’ more like a toad in pollywog stage of enlightened fake news blurs
Fantasy and reality merge as a gamete allows flagella to animate the creative ol' bloke.

Alive kickin’ until the rear view mirror disintegrates into finite, fragmented black holes
One blew up & now this here, there & now is what we’ve got to deal with, us & them too
I’m dead after I’m alive, all too human monotheistic divinity imports mortal, blue souls
I kid you not, again, once upon a Time in Space, the sound was silent snare rigmaroles.

Target in the middle of the bull’s eye, where angels fear to go without arms, wing flyers
From the first human who jumped off a cliff without LSD mind blowing, replica wingers

 Adam to astronaut, out beyond Uranus’ that Jesus, Buddha, Krishna & Confucius knew
Looked precisely like the image in the #LookingGlass, reflection of the chit that I blew.

Moms and pops know the thing they did to make the rest of us in the Festivus spell
To be or not to be here & now for a spell, that’s existence per se, hell no, I never fell
From above or below this montage of gas expelled from the blown cosmic cylinder
Planted Mary Jane’s seed into fertile ground, I got head, Mama’s THC smoke bender.

Low inside where even stupid men fear to go, it’s that point of no return, you read me
Hope you do, the message is not for you if you don’t ascertain the gist of the History
First Cause to the dissolution implosion of the Singularity, teacher taught a teaching
First Word, do, done is second, that’s all folks, comedy & tragedy of the divine’s sting.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, III-X-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Scored from the Void while listenin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (long version) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WkJ1wqQo3zg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tick Tock Hickory Dickery Dock, Mitosis Creates Extinction

SOME HELL YOU'VE FOUND UNDERNEATH THE COVERS

Maximum you’ll receive is whatever you can’t afford, therefore you’ll mind your manners, John Henry
Hammer came down and killed old John Henry, he ran out of the Jack Daniels Black got arrested, I cry
Not only can you fly without wings when you die, you may not remember anything from birth to death
Absolutely a form of reenlisting in the life you get before death, it can’t cancel it, still run out of breath.

Brain fog allows no clarity of the subjects and objects in front of your face, the carnivore & herbivore
Both keep the Life alive in the things made of skin & bones of various colors & 208 bones of a whore
Not my sister or mother, maybe your own, maybe even your ex-wife and girlfriends, I’m in denial too
I see nothing in the good, the bad or the ugly that fixes the stupid in the idiots and morons of Blues.

Ending in the container of bone dust on your grandchild’s fireplace mantel, keepers signify horror
Never shakin’ off the entertainment we enjoy here and now, a cat’s meow and the growling roar
Of stars being born from gravitational collapses and big bangs which occur in virtual perpetuity
I have a secret, this is a sacrifice to the dead deity who caused the Big Bang, hot fun in this city.

Point of no return at the last step off into the empty space, over the cliff, seconds away from a void
Need and want to know the reason you’ve been alive, why we’re conceived into a ball of confusion
Even our forefathers were conceived without the coupled two being ‘In love’ just ‘in lust’ mortal sin
Allowing logic to guide me down to Big Sur, 2 steps on a trip, a scoot on steel, turnpikes signs of tin.

Reality’s what you can recall of what happened while your senses not only detected it but also fixed it
That’s the key to survival of the most fit, never stop the vigilance and reactive ignition of a retaliation fit
Smooth as the Santana riff around Supernatural and the Shaman, no double reverse of almighty power
Once it’s unable to muster the light out of the darkness, only the chosen ones smoke the holy flower.

Thirteen ghosts left in a house of blues, full moon baby poltergeists, a guffaw for big, bad blue moons
Carol & Mary blowing soap bubbles of thin-membrane out of this world’s platform, dimensional runes
Ready to read the signs of symbolic magic spells, what the Vikings used & I made my own, river stones
Grey & brown of the Autumn months let it all be the way it’s always been, the whole orchestra moans.

I got a line on you and all of the others who cannot agree with my doobie brothers & steely dans blue
Hear your heartbeats and soul leaks of worrying about what you cannot shake, that’s the holy shat too
6 strings are attached to my offers to increase our savings & profits by a megabillion yin-yang bass glow Ain’t playin’ player, Time’s ticking inside this atmosphere, Ends contain a lost consciousness, just blow.

Fool’s paradise is below heaven, Reality & Fantasy merge into perpetual bliss’ quantum astral body
Selfless party of smoke & mirrors, subconscious soul-travel creates the divine super consciousness
Major league players in the Spirit of Love will forget the presence of The Awesome moment in Time
When your self-realization triggered a recollection of why Matter exists in Space, to loan me a Dime.

 
Buckeyes out picked potatoes, scalloped & mashed into Irish underground staples, dirty tubular dank
Moves from somewhere out of this world, not of this Earth, born crippled & infirm, unsweet, fat milk
Severe ennui completes the impossible mission, as if you’ve failed when you’ve succeeded, you stank
So does everybody under one star called sun, mother, father or both that Caused it all, soft black silk.

Faith is believing blindly, whether true or false, Hope is a vacant Will to Power & Charity is love to All
Doing anything to anyone at anytime collects some Karma for your payback soul promise, for Play Ball
If you don’t walk or get a single, double, triple or homer, you’re a loser, the team needs one hero slide
Down from third, cleats flyin’ high into the catcher’s mit, balls in the pocket, hit me in the head, I died.

It’s 2:22 AMPST & why the dream is in the dream I don’t know, it’s not for me to say anyway, I’m dead
All alive & focused on the days & nights, your asleep in bizarro world, welcome home, got to go to bed
Super men and women fly, run, smoke and sleep to located the Truth, hidden in plain sight, just kidding
Truth doesn’t exist, that’s why it’s difficult to find, it ain’t there, this is an accident, an original Sinning. 

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Lundi, 2-26-2024 Anno Domini @ 222 AMPST
{ Killed the WORD- Pulitzer-worthy bard blather compiled listenin’ to #CoastToCoast on @kfbk1530 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

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#DontTouchTheEffingLabels #CurbYourFakeEnthusiasm #NotTheIdiot #NotTheMoron

MY MARIA’S BLUES BETWEEn a @GovtMule team  

I got something to say before I leave your pad, don’t take it personally tiny sin
You must take one moment to reflect upon the cherry wine you been chuggin’
There’s only one way to rock & I believe you’ve discovered deep down uptown
Late at night and early in the morning, all of my peace of mind got mega-blown.

Skies are blue or grey, only to the landlubber but to the sailor at sea, starless
Better to raise the bet than to call the high hand showing, strategic lips’ word
Ready to bring inertia to your fingertips, moving heaven to hell but in reverse
Not much more than that, you’re lonely in disguise or naked as a system jaybird.

So sorry to be the bearer of evil news directly from the associated press circa now
Sunshine is the star burning out from internal combustion & prelude to collapse Indo
On the one cool hand workin’ the man’s farms for the blood, sweat & tears of Fido
My dog is god spelled backwards, thought the blasphemous act was quite a super-show.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Samedhi, February 17th MMXXIV A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ A GIFT OF RIF-RAF drafted while jammin’ to @GovtMule #DarkSideOfTheMULE link @ https://youtu.be/38z-xuYhGnA   WE saw LIVE LAST NIGHT AT THE CASINO! }

I T –IS - F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TrustMe #NoDont #YourChoice #ThisMeansWAR #BugsBunnyHare #GirlsGirlsGirls #NeonMoons

ROSEVILLE UNDER A NEON MOON BY THE R.R. TRAX

Killed Life 'fore we ate leftovers, shat-puked 'em in shower pan clogged drains
Everything involved in the Singularity dissipates its inherited personality trains
Rats were ma & pa who provided until the torture of being an abandoned clock

 Growth of one speck of invisible light coded into a dream come true, all tik-tok.

 

It’s more than hickory, dickory-dock after the mouse went on up a tiger’s woods
All is about getting wood to promulgate the species’ prime time got the goods
Irons number 1 through 8, woods 1 through 3, all clubs of a golfer in Scot’s land
Flow from barrier to territorial border, fishing & hunting, growing grain in sand.

Flow from the brook, streaming until out of melted snow, frozen H2O rocky tops
Ice Age or just your own age from 4 to 104, who knows who numbers the days
Hinted grim reaper is all you get from the undertaker & high priests of altar boys
Gods of named sounds loved by baby atheists who cry for more nuke TNT toys.

Track your homeless to the grave yards, they’re dishonest panderers of free love
Hippies who protested in the 1960’s are now the socially insecure below above
Mortally wounded by sword, knife, bullet, club or a final blow to the nose bone
Had what can ne’er be had again, my birth & death, side street’s a bum’s home.

No walking down the avenues & boulevards due to evil living with the innocent
No reading the written word of any language, English, Spanish, French or Italian
Russian and German languages are suitable for the children in preschools of Zen
I am the leftover of the PhD in Metaphysics that Socrates & #preSocratics bent.

Atheist that the gods left to uncover the eyes of the sheeple, it’s what I am
Here we go again, away we go from the place you are to the hilarious scam
Of mice who get trapped and the humans who trap them to prevent origins
Of plague and stealing stored grain, grown & harvested by men not vermin.

By the time you walk the 3000 miles from coast to coast, know you’ll die too
It is not what it can never be, a place for immortality, ain’t a godly third stone
Graves buried bones, what’s left to rot inside of the box or cheese cloth shroud
We’re underground as ancestors in crypts above & below in the sea’s fish food.

Unnatural to live without knowing you’re going to die, therefore be natural
Know the Truth and why the duty of the civilized world is to create life’s mural
Pictural forms to persuade the children they are not unknown forms of germs
Bums, junkies, good women & evil men, all related to the original sin’s worms.

Funk & fink that appears pink to the minions who appear to be the A bombs
Recruited by the powers that be to end the world as we know it, bury tombs
Pyramids to undersea buildings which flooded with the Earth’s move to tilt
More or less than 27 degrees with a 10 degree wobble, more or less sea silt.

Hearts and minds are figments of the divine imagination, enjoying the players
Who play their parts in the play of survival in a hostile world, kill truth sayers
All they want to do is tell the secret that only the kings & queens & royals know
This is it, there’s no God but Man is as good as this Earth’s gonna get, lips blow.

Whistling in the dark, nobody sees who you are to identify whether friend or foe
You’re as good as dead already if you don’t know, you are a mortal rolling in doe
Hunting & fishing if you don’t have gold to trade, steal if y’all want early demise
Hurry up and get out of my way, it’s narrow & there’s no room for two, he sighs.

Teach your grandchildren well since you’ve failed your own code to be a survivor
Being the most fit to defend yourself, your ground & your loved ones’ back door
Lungs, hearts, bones, blood, form the dead & gone to thank God you’re an idiot
On two knees while awake in the boxcars of Roseville’s switchin’ yard, old robot.

Murdered in the darkness so you’d not know you got killed, shine a light to go
To the coroner’s county slab, frozen to keep the meat from the stank of rottin’
Mind still works in the dark, but you can’t see or talk to anyone, like Space’s fake
Floating alone in the emptiness, no needs or wants, just being #Woke, #Awake.

Kites & jets flew in the skies’ emptiness, we all came down after too long, alive
Sometimes, the gravity pulls faster than survival allows, spirits fly a dead dive
Hills just the lumps of filthy mud & rocky bottom stones ground to pebble silt
I’m blinded by light & deaf by sound, everything tastes & smells like I’m killed.

Write the written words to be misconstrued and/or forgotten once read by all
You and the rest of the dead writers aren’t getting immortal rewards from gods
Actually, just the skull & bones get the inside dope, occultic, occasional frauds
Books’ meaning nothing to the uneducated, uninformed, unintelligible who fall.

North to the south pole & all around the equator, millions of miles afar, my Sun
Here before & after I’ll be present to be a brief Future of the historical Past One
Forget the day I got conceived this It, a lusty-love of feeling so good, it’s A Hook
A moment to feel a creative Thing, exoskeleton’s locked into extinction’s Spook.

Now it’s time to spend unconscious, at rest without defense of heart & soul hits
Asleep with one eye open, in case there’s the horror of termination of life’s s#its
Among the minions, there’s the origin of them all, invisible, unconscious of God
Been taught & learned leads to the deduced, infallible knowledge, I’m a hotrod!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, January 15, 2024 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Crafted this while jammin to #Mary by @ZZTop link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=DhlMj34RIBjcCM_3 & @BrooksAndDunne #NeonMoon @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk?si=HQA68tTxC-0kaOeu  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?