Whiskey, Beer & Wine For My Boys & My Horses - not @Aristotle by @TobyKeith

ARISTOTLE

SCHISM'S CAT, THE SYLLOGISM

 Malfunction in the maelstrom of swirling atoms atop eves

Of the all too human freaks hatchin' out of eggs, we believe

In the blindness of the eyes that see within and without us all

Pretend the rock-scratched cave walls hold memories of a fall.

From above and below this planet, there's Space & One "X"

Unknown to aliens and insects evolved on Earth, MAD MEN

Nothing with 208 bones that bipedal upright is perfect @Sex

Completed gestation and birth yields ignorant, innocent by 10.

Beg the questions, no answer is the final word, grim fairies too

Asleep at the wheel or in the cave's dark corner, an angel flew

Wingless forever until the final gasp of wind, too late for snacks

Snakes, worms, maggots, move all animation forward in kayaks.

Built by nobody, accidental collision of subatomic grace & charm

All credit due to the creatures of habit, bugs, all cows on the farm

You have no idea but you know it all, number lines' calculations

A trigonometric form of the geometry & algebra, immortal skins.

Heads get bombarded by the photons' electric charge, annihilate

Everything imagined, each atom's subatomic natural charm I ate

Nothing left, End after the implosion into Singularity's centerfold

Braced for an impact, lights go out, Timing's everything, I'm old.

You're young, whole life ahead of you, nothing at all behind a cat

Just the air breathed in and out, eating the matter turnin' to shat

All who knew you forgot about you, it's not personal, all naturale

Last suck of wind is all you get, souls innocent of the crime, pal!

Above this dirty plane, into the fog of unknown Void, charmed

Subatomic and random, its historical, hysterical animal farmed

Think, hence, five or six senses the harbinger of the narrow path

Tread by all toddlers, teens & other inseminators of the mothers.

Neither you nor I know anything for certain, uncertainty reigns

Innocent and ignorant alike all know it, deep down gone insanes

All of y'all, nobody gets out alive, imagine disintegrating all hair

From deep down in the maelstrom that disappears into thin air.

Deduce the induction, assume Truth of premises lead to a Truth

Impossible to presume, alright, everyone else's wisdom is a tooth

Mine alone is there's nothing for anybody after Life on Earth too

Talking corpse burned or buried, never says anything more, Foo.

Fighters for the air and grown roots, seed to plant, sustain brains

To be or not to be is not the question, it's the conundrum's pains

Fear and loathing of the pain & suffering, one lone heart beats it

Just like a drum-set, it needs big sticks, to bounce up-down slits.

Cymbal's crash into the unholy margins, boogie-woogie's to be

Moving the rhythm and rhyme into another dimensional creed

Innocent of the high crimes & misdemeanors, punished assault

Waves just the end of evaporating H2O, already gone, rock salt.

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3 for the good of all of our lives, so I'm One

Seventh son or just the only leftover of a matrix's orb, special op 

Fuel to burn's exhausted, coasting to a happy ending, cosmic slop

If & only if you're a psycho, kill wisdom's roots & black hole sun.

A mirror image with no reflection means all there is, is the Void

I assume premises are true to yield a valid deduction, hemmoroid

Bleeding or in containment, mortal flows in solitary confinement

I know like you know, all know nothing except asphalt & cement.

55-14 at Lambeau Field, Packers killed the record of scoring all

Nobody cares, nobody is left after the mirage disappears in a fall

Remembered after you died, Nothing, Dead Air, Blackness' states

Not 50 or 1, dream in a dream for the woke, all too human fates.

Herd of bacteria and viral immanence congeal a confusion ball

Worms dig, you're not special, wealth or poverty, death's for all

If not six feet under the dirt, you're the food for an afterthought

In millennia on infinite repeat, awakened & blind, lies I bought.

Peer pressure, funk improvised into the classical rhythm's beats

Melody rhymes or it ends in total annihilation under the cleats

It's all forgotten, it's all recalled, it's all a bunch of bovine scat

If Truth is unknown, Nothing matters and what if it's all shat?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 2nd, MMXXVI Anno Domini 7:07 AMPST

{ Download ala mindfulness, out of a headless horseman's mind while jammin' to @TowerOfPower #YoureStillAYoungMan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rtE4V6YxKZ8?si=zSbX9os0PwOc6_cf }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

SACKS OF SCOUNDRELS ARE THE ORPHANS HATED BY THE BREEDING KINFOLK

KINETIC POTENTIAL

Too large to be smaller than a dot, a period's ending finale, caput

No morons or idiots left over from the full complement of despots

Keeping track of filling in the blanks to come up with a logic adz

A tool to be racked up on the wall with the other one's good bads.

Fell out or jumped out, either way the fall ends in a smash, broke

No way to stay alive with no brain and mind, heart and soul yoke

Afterlife isn't a life at all, you know it, I know it, we're all aware

Matter of Time in Space comes out of nothing & returns in there.

Peace adjustment to War is a momentary lapse of reason canard

Supposed to regroup for the final big bang on the way, it's hard

To realize that Life so good will disappear with history, the self-it

No more pictures, no sound, no taste or smell, nothing to touch it.

Deep pockets between your teeth to allow decay to eat the gums

Throwback to the empty skull, without eyes, lips or a brain bum

Just hangs around until all hands on deck is mustered, then gone

So, knowing is nothing more than a wild guess at the outcome-on.

Pitch a tent at your grave, wait for the rising of the sons & fillies

Not even a wisp of wind, not a fallen leaf or a cricket chirp flies

In and out of gathered faithful who mourn their own demise too

Using the imagery to fill in the "X" unknown, empty of the Blue.

Epic yet ordinary, all in the eyes of the beholder, an aI simulcast

Subjective truth is the objective of the premises syllogism bust

Hieroglyphics or Old English, the same thing is the same old one

Higher and higher than a rocket ship flies into the ether, my son.

Remember all facts of life, nobody said what they were, so I can't

Maybe you've guessed that this is an exercise in futility, godscent

Mirror images of the apes and first seeds of the bush & oak trees

That was all there should have been, atoms split it all in threes.

Dance or sit stone silent, brain dead or locked in prison cell cubes

Alpha & Omega push the limit of wisdom & knowledge to rubes

They produce the inferior products that their DNA throws up in

Matter & Energy in Time & Space, misanthropes rule a nut bin.

Holy or sacred, the infidels strike the gong to obliterate the core

Why we're here & now, where's the ones who left, some to come

Artwork of the designer of Oz, a wizard, yet all too human dumb

Walk the run, all will fall before our finish line's breached, scum.

No special creation of the creator due to loneliness or compassion

What you saw was what you got, 208 bones, 600-840 muscle-skin

Thrown out of my father's house at 19, joined the Force or Corps

Now over 69, it's 50 years of eyes-wide-open, bird & bee forces.

Clothes cover-up the naked shapes of fat & bones, boots o'er feet

Still the species returns the favor & reproduces the same old scat

Until the atoms all split or fuse, the game is on, it's 24/7/365 bait

To stay in tune with the melodies and in sync with lyric excrete.

Money comes and goes, like old gold, used to pony-up for the best

When it's gone, it's borrowed, it's spent, it's owed & it's interest

Question everything, get the answers & fill in the blanks all over

Amend pure Truth, Life is short, Life is better than Nothing ever.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-30-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while recovering from gamma ray beams flashing before my masked-up face & blinded eyes; while jammin' to @OsborneBrothers #ShootMeStraight in loop link on youTube @https://youtu.be/fUv3J4PVsyk?si=AFS2z1SXJa3vcFUG }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BOYS 'ROUND HERE, THE BACK, COUNTRY-SIDE TO THE RIVER, BLANKET ON THE GROUND, REDNECK & ALL Y'ALL ART BELL 10 HOUR MARATHON VIDEO with The Boys 'round Here!

SINGULARITY

thesis

Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now

We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so

Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty

Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.

Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size

Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies

Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free

Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.

Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back

Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black

Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it

Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.

How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl?  None

I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's

WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king

For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.

Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry

Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain

Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all

What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.

Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion

Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn

Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing

Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.

Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence

Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense

Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable

Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.

As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one

There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son

It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched

Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.

Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full

Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll

What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap

Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.

Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way

Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay

For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity

What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheGoodOlDays

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FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For nothing

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize blacklight blinds, know nobody steps into a river twice, lazy river bend.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO

#WhiskeyForMyMen & #BeerForMyHorses @SucksToBeNobody #CatchMeInMadagascar #DownSouthJukin' @Skynyrd @Madonna

FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For mystic pizzapie

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize black-light blinds, blacklisted, nobody enters the same river twice, send.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO's "the girl"

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.