#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.?

#SoulStripper @ACDC It's the 7th & we all need a 5th, Jesus, God & Krishna & Buddah too! oh & @GovtMule #YoureJustDrawnThatWay Hey

EYES WANNA GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS 

As above, so below means whatever will be will be, by Jove, and it’s a fact of life

Nothing anyone can change about this existence’s origin or our spirit’s final knife

Now then, be that as it may, for one thing, there wasn’t a peep before a Big Bang

Seen on video in utero, an egg turns into a human, a chick, or a fat lady who sang.

Tomorrow, today will be yesterday, ad infinitum; it’s the narrow way in a holy flow

Never stop or ever give up, when you stop & look back to see it’s all done gone, yo

Every day and night, games get played by me or someone when I’ve fallen asleep

Material Form is reduced to dreams that disappear every sunrise without a peep.

In the ocean of where holy water used to be, there’s just an empty suit in 3 pieces

Obviously, with no doubt, everyone but me knows the whole Truth & nothing but

If you know the mess hall and the poop deck, then you need to say no more at all

It’s understood, sailors ship out to the port & return when their tour of duty’s out.

No blood spilled, and the boredom has beaten the resistance out of the skeleton

Mind and body are at One and trained to survive idle threats to fight another one

Bears and bulls live to make more on the Earth for the ones who are all too human

Sweet kisses last forever in my memory, I swing & rock out ‘cause I’m a mega fan.

You were told & you believed that you have an immortal soul in your skin & bones

Ready for the journey after the last gasp, eyes wide open to see reality of the suns

Stars everywhere in the matrix, including our sun, yours & mine & everyone else’s

Being present is sacrosanct; only you can lie to me because you’re covering me up.

Yet, seriously folks, it’s no joke, no punch line will make you get laughs you crave

Any language gets the point across to those who comprehend the subtle nuance

Known to be understood by nobody you know that’s alive, some soon to be gone

Every breath you take, you exhale back to my soul’s rippin’ rhapsody, mind blown.

Never forget about anything in case you need to recall the thing itself, it ain’t easy

One way to be locked up in a rut without an escape route, then there’s free ballin’

In every case, if & only if the propositional assumptions are without knowing dads

Logical, unequivocal knowledge of this, that & everything drawn on iPads, all mad.

Deep down in the soul, invisible yet felt as if it’s a ball thrown for a touch of blood

Sinners reclaiming nirvana, heaven, hell and limbo between the two, I am It, son

Twenty monkeys melted the snow and there’s more left over as the day goes by

Bubble-headed fades overwhelm the host matrix; I’m left in a puddle of dirty mud.

Better watch yo’ back, or you might fade away before you know it, slice of Life Ho

Klik-Klak rockin’ with this poppin’ on the corners of the dirty windy city, bitch blow

Beggin’ for more every morning, every night glad it’s over and all gone, in the mud

I need the mud, blood and the beer, a shot of JD Black keeps it real, I’m The Blood.

Swing at the fast screw balls and aim for the sky, it’s black or blue, but the ball falls

By gravity’s grace, we are grounded in the One Earth we hope lasts forever, It calls

All of us, separated by skin and bones, only the light keeps us alive for a NY minute

Sun, moon, stars & the ethereal Space between them all, what we are, a GD mutt.

Blisters on my backhands, but gettin’ stoned on junk and drunk on spirits that fly

Redneck Rich, name from the rocks of granite and a 12 gauge in the corner to die

Rollin’ dice and playin’ cards with the pine Kush burnin’ the smoke, we on hot fire

Shakin’ things that need to be shook, it’s the narrow way, extreme climax buyer.

Mud’s all good in the hole, understood that omegas do what they do, pig feet s#it

Around the world’s globe, think it looks like God out there, drop down in the flow

I ride horses, Mustangs and Camaros until their super sports blow the piston hole

Mixed drinks, pine blown higher than skies over planets, a Void with morons in it.

You rise and get woke up with bullet holes riddling your skin and bones, last rites

Tennessee got overnight letters from ol’ Chicago, cut a trillion bucks in gang fights

Purple passion pine fills the air on a dare, Mamas & Papas made gangster orphans

Certainty escapes into a vacuum cleaner, dust, dirt & pebbles broke into Stephans.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March VII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini 0755 AMPST

{ Crafted before birth, finally it’s been baked & ready for dissemination before the insemination thanks to inspiration of #NothingLikeTheRealThing in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

IF YOU DON'T, WHO WILL? #JustDoTheThing #UpDownAdInfinitum @LittleBigTown #BetterMan #IMissYouTooBaby #IAintBetterThanIAM

 @ac/dc

FLY ON THE WALL 

DROP A TOP,

TURN THE T.V. OFF 

March in cadence to the rhythm and beat of the mothers who made your fathers

Killed the switch and stole all the jobs that needed to be done, now they’ll just fly

If I get by & you get by barely without me but it’s better than not, I ain’t gonna lie

Dip & dive in the struggle & we all barely get by on the lie, it’s time to relax or die.

Sweet hustle grown flowers out seeds made in Outerspace, TYVM y’all astronauts

Zero gravity does something special to the RNA, evolves a genome while in bouts

With the killers and eaters of everything that lives, if it don’t stink, boil, fry & bake

It will all be good with on sale, sugar & spice, makes death taste like clever ideas.

I know the rules, you break the regulations and get harpooned, loose & free whale

No offense but you can’t roam free any longer, man has submarines & lotsa waste

Scars leftover the healing to recover a recollection of how I avoid accidental caput

Little Miss America got a scar, right there on the wrist, haunting the hillbillies I cut.

All in playful fun, just kiddin’ or I’m not, I can’t even tell you the Truth, I lied

That I am here and now and will be then and there, false statement without proof

Can’t prove the false is true, ever, not in a million years, begin with Socrates’ goof

Tutored the children, boys & girls, to question everything, survive the Truth, I died.

Like a Buddhist play 3-D chess I like it or not, with my baby girl, she came over too

My house was always an open front and back door, we’d have fun with the tunes

Fire up the grill, begin the party, sip on Tequilla, jump in the pool, hopeless no mo

Alarms all goin’ off when you arrived, over at my house, happens every time, bro!

Villains have there place in Space and it’s not for you nor I to command obedience

That’s all up to the command of a Doing Unto Others, you got her pregnant, dunce

Grateful that I lived 50 years longer than I thought I’d live, long time to be faithful

Son of a gun’s path I’m on continues without end, ad infinitum, what a damn fool!

Better off alive than dead, one way street on a dead end, love counter-revolution

Last breath to choke your face into the inside of your bloody skull, it doesn’t bleed

Did you hear money talkin’, all foreign language of extra-terrestrials, sit down son

Blocked, I played with them in the living room on the block, a dead-end land deed.

Sights without light are neither things nor places, no light lit, there are no people

Persons are legit only while alive, when dead, corpses are nothing but a holy Hehl

Fast or stopped in tracks for eternity, in and out of my mind, ain’t worried, I G.A.S.

Money maker makes the babies, abuse is takin’ the action without havin’ a blast.

Mile or two down the road, every single sane teenager wants to GTF out of Home

Parents good to get ‘em to go early & often & without you, ween ‘em off of Rome

Word up & down like a teeter totter you can’t stop from its repetitive motion skip

There ain’t no tomorrow, some of us live & give, some die and some take on a flip.

Busted with empty pockets and no notion about survival of the fittest, stoned junk

Pray after you sin to apologize & opt out of a next time, you know you, it’s The Fall

Travel coast to coast, pole to pole, 4/5 H2O & a 1/5 @JackDaniels ol’ blacker funk

My lady America, on the other hand, winning it all, it’s mother of all, even in Hell.

Subtraction of the grief and addition of the glee, happiness is no fear of death flip

Soul wasn’t here before ma & pa met for the intercourse, shattered the peace blip

On sonar from conception to my own demise, alone without anyone else’s karma

Gathered the scattered pieces in One place in Space, raped ovum in #MyMama.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, ROCKTOBER XVIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/x8c1GDzdf8Y?si=nh98JNYPLMtmyNCS

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRIKE THE POSE

@MADONNA

@TheRaider  @LasVegasRaiders

@PABLO_PICASSO

#DrakeEquation #WINNING @Santana #BESTofDevadip #OneTokeOverTheLine #BlackHoleSunSon

Amnesia recall

Fugue and other obstructions of creation and destruction of a whore

High or low, absorbing the power of the hit, enhances strength score

Full of the thing itself, as much as allowed to be within, omni power

Pricking up your ears, heat of the chase is on, the hard drive’s hotter.

What must be done has already been done before births of our offspring

Word became flesh, a sound of unheard frequency, an atom of Nothing

Eating the food on our table or out of a wrapper, all sh#t was dead meat

We see production of our own mastication on a regular basis, trick’s treat.

Elevating monologue to a higher octave than intellectual pablum, Time’s up

What could have been, should have been but couldn’t ‘ve been Space’s cup

Mirror image of yourself you’ve never seen before a moment of your demise

No need for air to breath with those wings without a feather, Christmas lies.

Not a good idea yet it’s the one you’ll get, ain’t a bad idea either, it’s surreal

Bent in two, made the line an angle, it used to be One point on a 3D jaunty

Evolved from the ooze of leftover Big Bang effulgence, souls are a real deal

Nothing is neither physical, mental nor psychological, it is what it is, honey.

Colder than the Singularity resulting from the gravitational collapse, it’s hot

Free choice with an invisible matrix isolated in Time & Space, in God’s face

Neverland is here and now, you know it, admit it, you will eventually race

Ahead of other dead bodies comin’ to be judged after their Last Supper plot.

Be candid like a camera recording all action of everything, everywhere too

Follow me, either fly away like a bird or a fly or a ghost, it’s all yonder blue

Above this planet’s atmosphere where it’s pitch black like a black hole sun

Being black is all it does, all it is, all it has ever been from the Big Bang on.

Final thoughts and final verbal sounds that will mean nothing to any others

It’s very hot in the house, the windows are open and there’s no Delta breeze

Fine and dandy to shut the house down & turn up the cool blow out to sea

Man and woman havin’ fun until some become priests & nuns, no ice tea.

Branded with the tattoos of my greatest grandfathers, skin tight out of sight

Here for the party & paid in advance with the good karma earned in a fight

Hits on the target and near misses that measured the angle of delusional sin

In violation or not, naked apes’ skin turns grey to dust, homo erectus’ rosin.

Son of one sun, a star burning 186,000 miles per second, second infinitum

Word sounds a vibrational sequence that triggers a cause process ala cum

It proceeds through excited friction overriding the higher mind into a lower

Caring about nothing except deposit for the conception, immaculate poser.

Years after the dead ones left nothing of themselves, the Earth still weeps it

Cries and tears annihilate the treasure, gold, silver, diamonds in a deep pit

Cave opened to the dig, dug it out as if there was no tomorrow, there wasn’t

Tomorrow never comes & the very next day we all die, immortal, holy scat.

On the way, stop & think then go forth with resolute attention to the matter

Pens with ink, pencils of lead, all tools to scroll script on dead tree splatter

Pages and bound ink-type blots, signifying meaning and accurate discount

Applied to the deduced and induced conclusions, confidence management.

All I had to say has been said, now written incursive or typed via autopen

Nothing goes and everything remains identical to its moment, sat on Zen

Because I could, nobody else could, it was a one-man show, no substitute

Induced, appropriate proposals of Truth by propositions, a metalogic boot.

Creepin’ all along the perimeter of a watchtower, I began to drift to slumber

You don’t know like I know and if you did know, well then, take a number

You may be first, last or somewhere in the middle down the line, I know it

On the brink of the edge of university professors of economic Marxism chit.

Last notes of the rhythm & melody enhance the words of a wise silverback

Verbs and nouns makin’ subjects and predicates, down in the old outback

Where angels & a compass lead to return trip with the goods of baby’s dad

Raw bad means far & away the best ever, I say to you, it’s me, all super bad.

Long form and briefs from the high command, general officer stars 1, 2 & 3

Magic spells in specific word order and inflection, hands & feet still for me

Over forever ‘til my final gasp, I know nothing, you do too, all up in smoke

Still priests and ministers insist they’re privy to the Word, save me a toke!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Mercredi, September XXIV, MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Cracked this like a rubberband man, while jammin’ to the @Spinners on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx00W3cBtgs?si=5GICcVF90PJ1AO_L }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?