SIX PARSECS FROM HOME or #WTF over... #WhatIsHIP? #YoMama #PlayLiveDeadHope #RAREearth

TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

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In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheFixAintIn #ThereAintNoFixinBroken @Tab_Benoit

IT AIN’T NO M.A.S.H. UNIT, SISTERS

Sisters higher than the upper atmosphere & lower than inside the core of Earth superb

Stratospheric imperfection as outer essence of the holy cell, a living cellular reverb herb
Contents as the fake essence of the brain’s function, exhibiting all one mind’s hussy fits
Fishing about in green rivers or on great lakes was always the way, life on open fire pits.

Bills with numbers and words typed and written in French, kidding, in English or pig Latin
Dreaming I awoke from a dream within a dream, walkin’ around, you had me at, “Hello”
You cannot make this up, it’s all the nature of the original beast, a moment’s smooth satin
All on your mother, man, that’s all there was, all there is, you come & you will also go-go.

In between conception & dissolution of organic matter we inhabit IT to do the Bossa nova
We all live the luck out from every cause & effect you can get when y’all are safe in place
There is the fact of life, your father told you the way to go, middle path ‘tween right & left
Peanuts and seeds of plants and animals, right here, right now, will explode in Supernova.

I’m perfectly happy not being unhappy, that itself makes me happy, this is a hold-up, stick
Your hands go up, your pants go down, pockets emptied, your pants go back up, you Dick
Or Richard or Rickie or Richie echoed sounds of vowels and consonants in omnibus bills
To make everything better than it was yesterday, you’ll have to perfect the imperfect shills.

Impossible, I know it, you know it, they know it, we all know it, there’s no way out of Hell
No high-water to get above the fire that wants to burn you, skin & bone, as it’s always been
As above, so below, a violent solar system & galaxy, a pantheon of the RINOs ringin’ a bell
You got this and yet you don’t have anything at all, dominoes fall, game’s over, it’s the End.

I’ve confidence that I’m the harbinger of my tooth’s demise, I finally found One’s toothpaste
No denial that you & I love our selves & any form of life we can use or eat, we have free love
Inherited from Hippies of the sixties who hated fighting & killing in wars of dead young men
Carbon perfected in burning hot atoms of molecules, One mind’s a terrible thing, H2O lace.

You and I know the conception is the concept, analyzed It, each one identical to the first One
First you cry then you find laughter is better, the devil may care attitude that you’ll be alright
There’s no other way to see this even if you’re blind of eyesight and hindsight, it’s a fistfight
You threw the first punch and I got the finality blow, the kick at the side of the head, no gun.

Gave me back my bullets and my badge with my license to kill the evil perceived to be so ugly
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder is dark, blackness without light when your sight’s all gone
Fix is in, the control is out of your hands, your prayers beseeching gods are unheard by Space
Above and below the clouds you’re in need of the H2O, liquid gas to replace excremental fuel.

Popular I am with the dead & gone, angels high and low fear my footprint & speech of power
Peace and love for the chaos and haters of the good, bad & ugly, horror coming Halloweener
Tricks or Treats in your bags of candy and popcorn wrappers, injected with the sugar of Satan
It’s how you roll when you’re in a panic to breathe and release the locks on Power of A Man.

Didn’t know I could see the future until the future arrived & I recollected the repetition of It
Over & over again, holy scat & the full metal jackets are loaded & the trigger’s on safety chit
Battle comes & you’re ready, if not, you die younger than you should have, one eye open, so
Prepare to sleep lightly, it’s 24/7 info changing reality as we know it, “It’s Aliens in a UFO!”.

There are injuries & death in the war zone, grieve if you’re lucky, bleed out your bloody sins
In or out of a hive, a cave or network of underground, divine carbo-hydrated tiny diamonds
Nasty backdoors are the only ways in or out of the Fix, Live evil lives, a Good Life on steroids
Star, sunny starlight, blown gas in a Void, paid extra for my knowledge, wisdom, boyeeeez!

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IV^th    MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted in my space in the corner, while jammin’ the force through my skull & bones injecting Rock of @PointerSisters link @ https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=fYqswqGaHQZLUuRB }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEVER FORGET THIS CHIT

#SoulSucker #SoulSurvivor #SoulSearchin'

THE KID DRANK & DROVE

If the final end is as it appears to be when your friends & strangers faithfully depart
Systems are GO & there’s no free choice at the point of no return, you got a heart
But it won’t matter in the long run, requiring blood to continue to beat, let it bleed
First you’ve no idea what’s goin’ on here on Earth, then we get facts of life to heed.

Shown pictures flashing before the mind’s eye from toddler to teen-hero, or villain
Either way the need to bleed has something to do with being descended from seed
Deep within the inner soul of RNA/DNA in organic cells of all fruits, nuts & animals
A code repeater makes it look as if a shape, a size & mental acuity are magic spells.

But there ain’t no magic likely to be the cause of the things themselves, all deja vous
High chaparral along the middle path to keep between safe places in ultraviolet hue
Into the Unknown which is everywhere else than the place you exhibit full attention
We all go, all of us, everyone, everywhere here & now, it’s dead, preconceived Zen.

Marching ahead or walking back and forth behind enemy lines, invisible as the wind
Home was always a far cry from the hole in the wall, the war seemed hell-bent on sin
From first to the last day of every soul’s journey on this holy trip, Nothing’s personal
You don’t have to believe me, faith isn’t required, hope & charity for Angie’s hellbell.

Nobody gets to disappear without a trace, you have bones, blood & your hot spirit
Matter can neither be created nor destroyed since it’s The Law, first or second rule
Nothingness as a concept of an absence of everything, molecular atoms in oblivion
Neutrons, protons & electrons like Harvey @Wallbanger sketches of one man’s Id.

Coming into the very best of the @RollingStones on the @RedSkeltonShow, the abyss
Loud or soft, stones roll uphill on rare occasions but only when your mother’s high
She gets that way when her love for you gets in the way of reality that’s like showbiz
It ain’t but it feels like it, we’re getting older than our skin & bones can handle, I’ll fly.

When it’s the Time I’m given without my agreement and the Time is up, I am Gone
Up or down, inside or outside of Space, emptiness and nothingness, dead men come
Hard or soft for redistribution of national debtor wealth into personal bills of a citizen
Expect that you’ll revolt against this tax on freedom, get ready without getting’ it in.

So hot that the sun is cool compared to the temperature inside my form & matter
It’s all about Substance, the whatever conglomerate of everything on up the ladder
Pawns began, bishops, knights & rooks on boards of 64 squares, 8 squared on Jacob
Now & then it comes right down to this, what we all know is true, corn’s on the cob.

Peace of mind in the piece under your arm, on your back or in your pocketbook hole
Holstered and safety is on, killing for your country or for your revenge, your pride doll
Sagas told, memorized, passed down man to boy, to girl, woman grows fear in a soul
No good reason, just because & it’s for certain we can work it out, y’all gonna drool.

Kid ‘Ice’ worked out the nature the beast, shut up in the closet for an upper 90 degrees
Forced the fear to leave my consciousness, it left but the shadow of smoothness seized
Loosened up the pistons in the cylinders drivin’ the bit of sanity I inherited in ESP boogie
Here we go now, Cadillac Boogie in by the Cadillac of the White Holes, drunk & moody.

Folks dream until they die of fright or happiness, hope you get what you deserve all day
When the sun ain’t shinin’ anymore, how there could be something we’d like, it’ll be OK
Fine or not with me, it’ll come down like it or not, ponies, horses or racin’ cars, trackin’
Around in circles, counter-revolutionary we do the do, pickin’ it all to the beat, grinnin’.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, #Rocktober 2^nd 2023  @ 555 PMPST

{ Drama ensued with this piece created while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ #SlowDown link @ https://youtu.be/bPI7qXVSw5g & #SoonAsIGetPaid link @ https://youtu.be/1va98eMftQ0?si=T2siz2TsX4M6Ob4p }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SoonerLATERnow #DevilsFoodDustyWordsUpFunk

DON’T KILL THE THINGS YOU LOVE, GOLD DUST

Funk from the deepest holes within human being bodies fills the atmosphere from core to stratosphere
You know what no one else fathoms, self-knowledge of One’s momentous death, can’t be a soul there
Upon the middle path you cannot return, no turning back to the origin in Time, it's all, way too humane
Pouring water in a pitcher or wine in a chalice to transubstantiate a body & blood of what it is, divine.

Bring the bread home, your family is hungry & waiting to visit a butcher shop’s putrid scrap dumpster
You should have thought about this before ya got jiggy with your honey, now in for a long haul’s road
Unpaved, dirt & pebbles, rocks & mud all leading to the peak, above & below everything in Outerspace
Dream fades, eyesight turns to black, a void increases it’s hold on our insight & eyesight’s unholy face.

Just checking to see if you can comprehend a notion of wisdom & knowledge imploding in cosmic dust
Know you ain’t dead yet, you’re still reading to understand this complex notion, life ain’t easy for us
Yet, one foot in front of the other unless you’re handicap-crippled from the DNA or accidental fit
Walk on brothers, it’s a creature feature & an attractive form of staying alive in a hostile environment.

As you were at ease, remain that way, stay the course from now until the meeting with the final gasp
Shock to come I’m sure, or else maybe absolutely nothing at all, in the form of a deep-sleep forever end
Just never wake up to express yourself ever again, write it down, memorialize it on a granite headstone
Etched into the rock, pin-needle grooves into the roll & the sharps & flats merge into a cantata to die for.

Marks all erased from the paper, script is blank & typed in English, French, Italian & German, funny
It’s blank so what’s the deal on typing nothing, can you make copies of that & create a new j-peg file
For posterity and a copy for my mother and father, I want a shot of whiskey & some beer for my horses
I’ll hit the trail again when the feeders are empty, sleepin’ under stars, no bunk, all dark matter forces.

Why do workers believe Unions are the intelligence of the mind’s economic demands, strike to death
Go ahead, one's oath to the people is sacrosanct, let’s hire scabs right now to replace the severe cuts
Getting the forces to lay-off the older & higher-paid employees, then hire new rookies as slavery sluts
That if you stay for so many years, you retire with a pension until you die, never happen, never forget.

It’s good, no it’s better than good, it’s the best ever since sliced bread, you don’t do a thing nice & easy
Complexity higher than it needs to be so that only One knows how the puzzle’s pieces fit in all places
Border to keep a mindful idea inside of the observation, surrounded by empty nothingness, that’s all
Now you know, tucked you in now, it’s academic on your destiny, keep breathing, until your downfall.

Saving my cash for the rainy day that'll come day AFTER I die, it’ll pay for the fading into the Blow
Leftover stuff of matter & energy, redistribution of that stealth wealth at the afterlife trading post depot
Gold and lead, silver and tin bowls to hold the cream of the crop, drink for the gods to fill the outback
Backyard or a condo patio to leave it all out there, don’t hold it in long, snort it down like green crack.

by

r j j stephan, i  

c. Mercredi, September XIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini 1500 hours
{ Crushed this out of the squeeze while listenin’ to #DevilsAndDust @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q?si=ZUmsCzvZuhhNoVhx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?