#RedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne @TimingIsEverything @MontgomeryGentry @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall

41 SHOTS OF COURAGE & NEPHEWS NEVER DISAPPOINT UNCLES

Conceptual analysis of all too human OGs, four seasons per year, sorry, not sorry

Like a dry dream come true, there’s nothing twixt me & the cosmic horror story

It’s ironic at best and in the realm of journey over the airwaves of the godsmack

Bright or dull, it’s still light from the burning star we call The Sun, burns to black.

In the meantime, the artificial intelligence is merely the human race to capitalize

On the ways and means gifted to humanity by beings of another realm, y’all rise

On your feet & get ready to bow to the only person on Earth you’ll prostrate for

Opened eyes to see what’s been hidden in plain sight of the minions’ metaphor.

Cleanse your palate, dilute your consumption of quarks’ charm and love of Self

Race is on from the backstretch to the finish lines of New York, Philli & Chicago

Part of me is there & another part ain’t there, anywhere near an ocean sea shelf

I’ll get you there really quickly, as simple as Jack Spat, who could eat pizza to go.

Hearing is hard, and the sights are like being blinded by the oncoming headlights

The brights signal to the incoming driver that he/she/it has one’s brights on HIGH

Not to mention the fact that we’re then ridin’ blind and dirty, lockin’ in the rights

On the left, only if you wanna stand up & be protected by the 2nd sign of 3.14 ‘pi’.

Full disclosure isn’t as full as you believed with the blind faith you offered up to Ra

Men & women like sheep, corralled for their own good, wavy graves @RareEarth

Dingbat playin’ in a loop, from story’s origin to the finale, it’s all in the New Birth

Of your mice & men, a trilogy of confusion & destitution, from Origin’s under dirt.

You’ve got a lot of nerve, as much as anyone else born & raised here & now, hence

Go back to the good old days before you had power, now you've got it, jump rope

Code for the place you ought to be is #IxNay & never forget the #IxNay or you lose

The only way to open a door’s lock to the safe place is to recall & say abracadabra.

Thinkin’ that all Chicago police used to know my name, but I don’t know why, y’all

My grampas were two high guys of a Chicago candy factory & #HotFires of smoke

Broke it all down to the most common denominator, I’ve gleaned a fraction’s balls

It’s all over 1, One or Zero, existence preceding the essence, idea out of nowhere.

Have it your way, even though nobody ever gets their way, the motif of extinction

Knowing what you know right now, how can you prove it’s the Truth, I am thinkin’

All about the words, predication and recollection of the method that exposes S#IT

Are you ready like I’m ready, warning to the wise, wisdom is a fleeting kiss of SPIT.

Becoming something before egg & sperm merge, a miracle that can never be so

Think of this & that for no reason at all, philosophize on causes & effects of blow

If it’s got a seed, it will grow with dirt & water, some edible & ingestible forever

Some just the poison that gets your end to arrive before it’s time, hate the lover.

Monkeys mated, they had no idea why, humans do the dirty dog too, functions It

Machined with organic & inorganic conglomerations, pumping verve out of Void

We may not ‘deserve’ to know, & that explains the ignorance & innocence of S#it

Took full responsibility for Karma, can’t recollect, musta been a Bad Boy to avoid.

Hint to discover your purpose, don’t waste a minute of time, sleep less, get Woke

If you don’t, then you’ll probably die before you find out, karma takes it back too

Again & again until the finale fades & the curtain comes down with no encore toke

Loved the Good Ol’ Days, as I’ve said afore, I’ll break it down, memory turns blue.

Follow this bouncing ball; it will slow down and stop due to the force of gravity ‘X’

Unknown why the surface of a spinning glob of rock & muddy water makes Life ‘Y’

If it’s not a virgin praying hard to the gods, then it’s an accidental conception of It

Whatever we are, what this world is, our infancy knew the score, throwback S#it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May the 3rd year of the Lord MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Enough said #DevilWithoutACause @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/qcI_-OQlhv4?list=RDqcI_-OQlhv4 & #BigSmo #GoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=leDlTSWsU01NvpZ1 & written yet comprehended in perverted versions of the olden days in an egg, all good old days, happiness’ ghost-God created divine Substance. }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BurntWaterFrozenStiff #ChicagoHITSman

SLIPPED AWAY INTO AN OLD MAN’S SEA

Gods can’t see since eyes are required, blind fold the light into the Void, empty white trash

Know you are what I am, coagulation of gas, liquid & solid gold, leftover solar, all rosy rash

Pricking your pin cushion with a point that matters, straight or bent, unburdened ol’ mamas

Mental illness’ filling the RNA to transfer to the eggs and sperm in the repo-womb of papas.

Idiot moron trolls teaching freaks how to act, how behavior affects your mind’s trippin’ fuss

Priests from top to bottom, neo-conservatives, you’re on fire to be burnt for the sake of US

Lead the followers over the cliff, on the way to the smashed 208 bones, delusion remains cool

Fear itself is inside the morons educated by all morons, K-12 & beyond this mutant gene pool.

Brilliant boys and girls have rubbed a POTUS’ hair on his leg to tickle a maggoty fancy, no fun

Dougie is here too! But anyway, sickness unto death emerges every century, many to the One

Competence of One mind’s eye when in the middle of chaos, deliver a word salad, it’s all gone

On a byway to the extinction of ape species, step back to Cro-Magnon mind, all Man’s godson.

Jack ass has false teeth to keep within the tiny mouth, cry like actors who die of cigar smokes

Something is right about the present status of the world, kill the life until it’s extinct, blokes

Fear the air between your ears, out of control in the eyes of your own parents, lie down dogs

Lookin’ into my eyes, you see a sea of unknowing, revealed by accidental breach of the fog.

Bringing you out of synch one-on-one to the game, we’ll play by our own rules, no game over

Until I say so, there’s no free will or low-information choice allowed in the command tier drop

Tracing the payroll and the body parts on the frozen journey from dead to dying guy, all saved

Magic touch on my hand to your arms and face, then I hand it to you, you jump aboard, loved.

This I can tell you, what can’t be seen with naked eyes, blind men view as hum of a demigod

Infinitesimal ‘g’ expresses the real & rational, the large ‘G’ reserved for pagans It’s all but got

Everything from subatomic to macro galactic sizes of matter, all substance as above, so below

Knowledge of wisdom is insufficient for homeostasis; only distant death completes seed-sew.

Tragedy is that no Time is wasted on Comedy, laughing at all the super folly of human roasts

Boys and girls pre-teen onto the final projection of the trajectory, an underground, empty cup

Completely finalized once the last gasp blows you away from the injected venom, holy ghosts

Came & saw the way it is, the way it was & suspect the way it will always be, Big Sur surf’s up.

Brain worked from the first hunger cry in the world of air, water, and unseen concepts of gold

Not the fool’s type, the real veins descended from the pure lead, the cooled big bang untold

Pretending that the kings and shepherds of past millennia have had a handle on the Presence

Until we awaken & figure we can’t go for that bill of goods, It’s evil spelled backward, Live Ns.

It’s simply too complicated to run the deductive or inductive reasoning in a vacuum of spunk

Old ladies and old gentlemen have the no can do attitude & they can’t do it, gotta have funk

Without the essence, the rest remains preconceived in a notion; it’s the definition of the gist

Meaning that post-mortem actuality is a moot point, bliss right here & now, I am what it Is.

Beatniks and Hippies greeted the adolescent minds with revolution, then levied the taxes

On labor & inheritance, expecting more as the body ages, receiving much less for battle axes

By magic dragons or puffs of the smoke from burnt pine leaf, terps to warp the skirts of hens

So below as it was above, before & after Time’s presence, #STFU & now you know too, gents.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche May 18th MMXXV Anno Domini at 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #LeaveMeAloneImAFamilyMan by #MikeOldfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tOFarDcaGUY?si=pnw_PvxXbGdvpqv0 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IfICouldTurnBackTheHandsOfTime #RespectYourself #Cream @PRINCE

ROCK YOURSELF TO SLEEP,

WE’VE GOT THIS BOYS & GONE GIRLS

You knew that you were just too busy bein’ fabulous like the @Eagles sang for my swag

Walks in the moonlight, a bottle of wine & maybe some foolin’ around down by the river

Your place was the finest arc of the covenant left behind on the Green Water under stilts

So, being fabulous was a signal, significant yet modified beyond recognition, to the hilt.

Common knowledge and higher knowledge of zero wisdom, hello and goodbye for now

Love fell apart and I know what to do with my heart, locked up in whiskey bars, just blow

Worldwide from the origin to the final destination, I need to know you’re all gonna stay

Home or all alone, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m just bein’ magnanimous to you all day.

All alone & much too much company all day long, y’all always run out of time for crime

If y’all are the judge and the jury then I am indeed guilty of the crime, I will do the Time

Minimum sentence please because I can’t handle being locked up into a locked Space

I didn’t ask to come down here but I’ve been here before, dream in a dream’s pretty face.

Bizarre as the most unlikely scenario might be concocted by the most annoying spirits

Each & every one of them disembodied & searching dirt & mud for ghosts blown to bits

Sons of the daughters who bore the babies of men they loved enough to be too intimate

On or backstage all of the acting is paused, only empty vessels swingin’ & spinnin’ bait.

Paid by the hour, the week, the month or by contractual sum, grace of God in utero too

But matter and energy from above and below the web of the world, all is Scooby-Doo

For me & for you, all there is between the ears, inside of the skull’s brain matter, a fool

Lucky to have become at one for a moment or two, desire for 100 + years bein’ a tool.

Suffering is sharp pain of losing satisfaction & the pleasure of feeling good deep inside

Gods formed the stones’ arrangement in the land of Nowhere Especial, a winner stride

Carelessness in a fast company kept to your rear & sides, you’re headed nowhere, but if

In no time at all, you’ll get to the place it all winds up, no road is beyond the Pacific cliff.

Leaving you on a corner all alone was a mistake, I apologize for my innocent, hot creature

Now & then in my mind’s eye, it looks like it’s never too light but I blink & into it I disappear

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair near a fireplace’s candle-lit electric, eclectic batteries of blues

Beating the rhythm as I felt your skin, saw your face, kissed your lips, so Life was not a ruse.

Days and nights without knowing this Truth were wasted in the Void, yet necessary evil scat

Sufficient to teach lessons of eternity to the innocent and wild on the backstreet of E street

Drunk on moonshine but I’m not drivin’ the rocket ship to hum of a 23rd psalm, bible-speak

I’m driving & smoking up Interstate 505 to utopia, arriving on Highway 1 soon, hippy freak.

If you think you’ve been on a long road, check out the invisible pathway with wrong & right

All too humane, as opposed to being an immoral, unethical lump of flesh & bone black light

Loaded on propaganda our ancestors left for ahistorical, bloody wisdom, I say, “Let’s roll!”

Whatever you say if you disagree, you’re excluded from the revolution post-mortem patrol.

Allow your windows to remain open to the breeze or the vagrants looking for a safe refuge

Creation at random caused the water and oil, bacteria and mankind’s cultural 3rd stooge

Somebody is smiling and so happy about the way things are and how they’ll always crave

Fourth way to change the momentum, no miracles can avert the final will to power, a grave.

It will appear brutal to the innocent, whether beautiful or ugly, nothing to be certain about

Playin’ riffs on the instrument of twang, strings steel or nylon, hollow dreams of a boy scout

Cap is off the toothpaste again, I did it since I live alone, nobody to blame for the deed I did

Lookin’ to hook up with someone to blame, nice teeth, nice smile, reflect image pyramid.

Heaven help us or don’t bother trying to paint a big picture that wasn’t here at the #Screw

Out of pocket and in the nick of time, paid for the entry into the Eagle’s Live concert venue

Step up & step out in style, beyond the Time of curfew, when the cops hunt the mob I’m in

Undocumented but I hide-out on vacation at the top of a scat-chain, a penthouse denizen.

Torture brings the Will to Bleed the Secret Plan behind civilization of humanity, dance slow

It will pass quickly if you sleep a third of the time, you will blink and it’ll be gone, just bow

Low or at least a head nod, bowing the gaze, eyes connect again, lost the beat once again

It’ll come back around for you, can’t lose this man who used to be a moron, I am your fan.

Deny the Truth, it’ll burn your bridges down to the rocks and water of the river runnin’ thru

All grown up in solid business skills, as usual, made all righteous & good in the deep woods

Hopping around like I had ants in my pants until I found out that was indeed what was all in

Over & out, Roger that & chill out, relax, here & now is what you get, apes phuqin’ up Eden.

A bite off of the Bitcoin leaves crumbs for the innocent and the wild on E Street, near Philly

Comin’ from south Jersey, we know the reason for the season, tears from heaven’s tiny city

Almost not there but just squeaked in under the six-gun, a .38 or .44 could have been Colt

Or @SmithAndWesson but either way, fire in the side arms will end the battle, as she wrote.

Bad company in the good and ugly space between your ears, skull-full of gibberish anyway

This right here is a revolting development resulting from not paying attention to the holy fray

Subjects & objectives of the predication are too late to save the Earth’s mortality, too cool

All you’ve heard & repeated ad infinitum, every silent tone’s sound is dead air in a scat pool.

Time to come and go as we please but we’re shackled by our closed minds’ stupid garbage

Baby born to this planet in the blood & guts of the mothers of Earthbound souls underage

Leave the game as a winner, never a loser who wasted precious time in divine commotion

As below your feet’s bloody mud, water or hard rock, as above a Singularity of mortal sin.

Hot as a fired pistol of six rounds or the womb of a shotgun marriage out of Eden’s garden

Bit off a bite of an apple to squelch rumors about me smokin’ Ganje cigars, BBQing chicken

And cattle or pigs from the frozen tundra icebox of the Mother, she lets us eat ourselves too

Mastication bloating edification & defecation far downwind from wild, olfactory sensations.

Y’all I am not guilty, I’m innocent of the crime & I’m tearin’ up this stolen car, riding all dirty

Crying or laughing at a hundred years old ain’t so bad if you’re still upright, layin’ it on down

I danced down 7th street and got to the party late, I looked around for a spell, she left early

Down at the shore, I got the chapel door’s handle in my hand, I couldn’t pull it open, clown!

Faithful to my need to bleed or the want to show off my prowess at twisting indecent words

Into remarkable pretzel logic featured here & now & then, every day passes into its 365 spin

Reverse whirling against the orbital trajectory and spherical velocity of the wobble, my kin

Fathers and mothers long gone, left this scat to analyze, unknown Zen, tweets of love birds.

Bring your spitballs to the gunfight, nobody will know what hit them in the eyeballs, splat It

Kissed on a cheek or lips, didn’t know your name but opted into innocence’s stolen valor bit

No coins for me, nothing is real just like the things that appear to be something, steal a kiss

Worth the effort, power comes whether you like to give it or not, stolen love can’t miss bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 4 Janvier MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while twerking to @Springsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/de2ZttHNdCM?si=0PiuIYpuxUvcZJui }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?