#WhyGiveUpTheSMOKE #WastedTime

WHO CAN TELL ?  NOBODY KNOWS...

Fathers of mothers, heartless cheaters of innocent, wild children shuffling up to Buffalo & 10th Avenues
Or was that on east Chi Rush Street, between the roaring twenties and the beatnik snap or hippy blues
Ain’t ever casting’ aspersions at myself nor my generation’s culture they were thrust into a willing skit
To be or never to have been at all, the caring metabolism wanted to be consciously aware of caput chit.

Used up my tokens’ future dreams comin’ true before my body’s demise, won’t be my fault, ready to roll
Fire in the hole, take cover, not only your heads but also your allies, nobody wants hits between the eyes
Falcons & bald eagles were here before the DNA of cave man & woman, no need to get outraged, punk
All self-defense with a swoosh of retaliatory terminal blows in a traditional offensive, lucky I got the funk.

Winds from Earth’s South Pole wobbling simultaneous with choice, liberty blow jobs, precession of One
Matilda and Priscilla became nuns and then philosophers of the metaphysical world’s matrix and lexicon
Whether you’re born immaculately conceived or filled with a byte of DNA’s spermatozoon ova mutation
Yielding this here and now, Time in Space, left over by your daddy, known or not, it was your ticket, Sun.

Family ties between the eyes, right now at 11:11 Pacific Standard motion of Earth’s spinnin’ twist of dirt
Water mix of hydrogen & oxygen produce this liberty and the rest of the good, evil & ugly Nugatory hurt
Few and far between the believers in blind faith and the intelligentsia elite, there are those idiot savants
Mixed in with the brothers and sisters who see faces, skin & bone structure, head to toe asexual saints.

Lightened up the darkness in that closet, clear light at the golden dawn of Truth, reason for a good fight
For freedom, independence, total segregation from the negative, immersed in the positive, cosmic light
Once upon a Time, Space was full of conceived germs, eggs, sperms makin’ minds, fingers, dead sea sand
Sealed it all with a kiss in a fable, a garden nobody saw but somebody fantasized the fabulous neverland.

Began awakening being so woke in a singular desire to procreate the species with a lover who’d roll over
Permeating the membrane holding your momentum back behind the brick wall you built for the quiver
Organ of First Cause before the Word was made flesh, a single cell before the evolution, married to ‘ex’
Unknown, pragmatic knowledge formed into word sounds of foreign tongues of any species, all AOK sex.

Far away from this place in Space, analyze that concept & you’ll find Nothing special delivery, need time
Twisting and smoking only because the Earth’s wobbling around the ecliptic, so I’m told, I believe it too
Found your little note you left on the stove, “Don’t wait up for me tonight…” signed it “ME” as if I knew
Slowin’ down the day before the evening light disappears into nowhere I’m goin’, joke is droppin’ a dime.

Inside a high security prison with the winner’s cup shinin’ in the darkness, corner of groove & black cow
Confined inside the cubic meter or three, punishment for being king the wind of the law’s isolation love
Tough way to find out the repercussions of not following the commands of the cultural peasant above
Fear nothing if you loathe everything above and beyond the plane of existence, I call, here & hot now.

Ground up all of the animal’s skin and bone into a hot burger with melted cow’s teat milk, I, burger king
No royal flush queens anywhere in sight, ran off with diamonds & hearts, lap dancin’ in clubs for spades
High as you would want your daughter & sister to be as she works her body into the mortgage on Malibu
For the love of all that cash money can buy, LOVE’s a four-letter word, low frequency debit, cash out cue.

Bees, ants, worms, flies, first things seen by a child-like person on the narrow way to Nirvana’s isolation
An Italian leather sofa is both soft and as black as the night of Space in back of the Earth’s penumbra sin
Shadows just the things of Nothing at all, explain the explanation and you’ll be cookin’ & playin’ my tune
Could be a trumpet horn, bass and treble guitar strings, stretched animal skin & steel cymbals, king rune.

Long or short year, it’s still twelve months of 24/7 & f you’re not so lucky, you didn’t make it, RIP to y’all
Friends, foes, relatives & strangers scattered on the seen continents, soon to be buried 6 deep or not at all
Could be just a waking dream & when you die there’ll be nothing you can do, itch scratches itself bloody
Only then we’ll all know, it’s a supernatural thing that needed to feel the mortality’s dead, good, ready.

by

r j j   stephan, I  

c.  XII-XXX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Crafted this carafe of fungi while jammin’ to @Lenny_Kravitz #AreYouGonnaGoMyWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8LhCd1W2V0Q?si=g3PJfazOWj_QY5jc }

#MakingOutOnYourDaddysPorch #ILoveCarol #SheLovesMe #SheLovesMeNot . . .

 

SHINED THE LIGHTS IN THE DARKNESS & I'M FLYIN’ IN FOR THE TRIAL

Do not panic and do donuts in the middle of the cross streets, you’re gonna die someday sooner or later
This situation is not your fault but now, it is your responsibility to move your body & soul around better
Struggling to survive past corpse death is a fool’s errand, you’re on it, happy because happiness is all that
Flying or driving your eggs and balls around the countries that allow your star trek, I think, a cat in a hat.

Humans eat humble pie, never gonna fake you or anybody else with the totem poles to scare baby faces
You that I’m talkin’ to may not be one of them, but you know at least one of the privileged who run races
Human, black, white, mixed up red, brown & yellow, babies grow to be on the make, y’all dyin’ here guys
Children trials & tribulations from the genesis of conception to total annihilation, substance in blue skies.

Broke and out of time and money for creature comforts of massaging and touch of steel smashin’ karma
Out of you & into the capable hands of the annihilator of the touches you can’t get anymore, poor girl
Cry and sigh, you love yourself & that’s all that counts, just look in the mirror, wait, don’t look now, cry
Tears comin’ to finish off the production the sorrow & pain caused by yelling, screaming, hollering, sigh.

Johnny Rae found out about the time to die and the time to live, gonna miss breathing the gas in & out
From awakening in the clouds of your creator’s room to the clear light shinin’ into the dark, black joints
Hollar in the emptiness, a vacuum of ether without consequence to the living and dead, all moot points
Laugh now before it’s too late, the mirth won’t cure the ill but it will assuage the maniacal, a boy scout.

Party in my hands, standing for hours without relief with only one foot in the door, let’s celebrate it all
God died right? Christmas is birth of a God that got crucified by a miscreant for a sinner, paid free-fall
Like me or not, you leave me empty of the trees and dirt, the mountains and rocks, rivers’ slip streams
Mongolia to Chicago, here we go, put me in the strait jacket again, look into my eyes, I am dead memes.

Orion to Sirius, a mental confabulation of educated scholars who love to kill your mother, father or a fan
Where did these people come from, Jupiter, Neptune or just the dead Mars without any air left, nuked
Dead & gone, it’s not important to know that we’re an accidental collision of particles in an infinite fluke
What? To the grave with the secret, eyes wide open in rigor mortis, Jesus, Mary & Joseph, what A MAN!

I raised my voice, in a small room that carries a holy boom, it’s scary for the poor lady, I dropped a dime
Even though it was innocent on the part of the yell, the receiver of the noise couldn’t catch the dope in
Very subtle and not incomprehensible at all, it’s just the facts of life, can’t speak, no words left to open
Books and sagas all read & stored below the radar, irretrievable yet metabolized, it’s fine, you’ll be fine.

Freeze or cook your matter into the form that gets eaten by bacteria and other denizens of bloody guts
At that point, who you were & who you are may be two different experiences, one’s Man, other’s God
To see is to be blind to the thing itself, it can’t be seen, heard, smelled, tasted or touched, what a fuss
A marvelous act in the finale, a cough & I gotta go P before the shot in the back, thrown under the bus.

By the way, by the by, we’ll all know it all happened or we won’t, either we’re just a fluke or kids of god
Unlikely for me to find the Truthful answer before I personally kick the bucket, yet I’m willing to get fed
By the manna from heaven, deep and dark space with nothing but stars millions of miles apart from me
Nevermore was said, I say it again ad infinitum, it’s all out of my mind, above my pay grade, so, we see?

We all got what we gave, you know giving nothing means you get obbligato, zip, now you want a ring?
Presence high in the present is all you can hope for, ready for the unknown to impinge its willing fit
One more dance left for you & I to resume the waltz or jitterbug, whichever the beat allows my feet
Music or silence, dancin’ in the dark, lighting up the house like it or not, come on man, so let’s sing!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 12-24-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #WeGotWhatWeGave

{ One dance left, tripped one while listenin’ to @NewRadicals #YouGetWhatYouGive on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE?si=SpMzd5QcUIZHe68B }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Insanity Is Repeating Identical Process Expecting Different Results - #TheAbsurd #JerseyBoys #911

 

NEVER FORGET, NEVER, YOU SOB'S WILL BE SEEN AT THE GATES (OF HELL NO) !

FREEHOLD FREE BEES, SPIDERS & SNAKES

Knowing nothing about anything at all gets you way off the hook with powers of the bees

See the weed, smell the weed, taste the feeling of the supreme dead & gone, if you please
Mowing down the obstacles and flattening out the middle of the edges until the LP skips
From groove to groove, nudging at every scratch, every tic tac punched in for the shifts.

Feel ashamed and bad that you have a man or a woman being full of madness, senselessness
I will leave you with the simple explanation of what you are doing here with the minions’ bliss
In it always and out of it whenever you get the chance to opt out, dismissed the drones’ mess
They left when the going got tough, nowhere to be found, they’re all matter in Time, I confess.

Pain and suffering, pleasure and pain, impinge upon your conscious mind, you fall, you rise up too
Nothing more nor less anybody can hope for, just to be or not to be, a rhetorical question of blue
Knowing the answer, killing the idiot in the Words, yields tan inevitable happy ending of mortal days
Organic nutrients are yours & mine, Love you not, it’s a rose petal pluck, used to be the narrow ways.

Bought and sold your panic to the highest bidder, they were selling weed to kids on the corner lot
Bring you’re a-game to the contest of Con-men & women without confidence, super being a robot
Old brain, faded mind, no comprehension of plum sadness and future happiness of corpse germs
Antibody infused without oxygen, nitrogen & hydrogen, no water in the hole from the rainstorms.

Fixed the broken and broke the game when the fix was in, as it’s always been, like it or not, it’s love
What moms & dads do for the species, making the movement of the First Cause of the final detail
Wriggling the chains and streams of consciousness to a halt, naked to the world like a new, ice dove
Flying soon after the egg cracked, landed when the sky pushed down on my pure hole of wet love.

Coming into the end of the saga, it’s disbelief until it’s unconsciousness, that’s progress of vita men
They live and they die but they don’t lie, the truths of men mutate into fallacious, immortal heaven
Probability & possibility are related ape-like qualities of life, logic the substratum of the planet dirt
Subjects predicated until buried six feet underground from the rivers’ planes, this is heaven, Earth.

Melt down your metal into liquid gas, you & I get Karma from the last times we lived, blind faith
In or out of your mind, the cliff upon which you go with someone who masquerades as a wraith
Absolutely incompetent as low IQ idiots raid the market and become the ancestors of the Jetsons
High brow and low IQ need the Earth to animate the malfunction, life on Earth, cell or body runs.

Last gasp of gas, it doesn’t matter if you were the epitome of Evil or the highest angel of the cast
Gods murdered One another from Mercury to Neptune, only Pluto’s left in the middle of nowhere
Your own life is all you have, don’t believe that’s true is A OK, it’s getting’ old & it’s getting’ old fast
Private or public, in or out of your minds’ eyes, it all comes down to this, Life’s never gonna be fair.

I like nothing but due respect, get some of that and you’re a moron but you’re not an idiotic lune
Fundamentally Justice rules nothing beyond life, death is not even a thought much less a concept
Of being available to multiply your count by one or more, no species will survive the stupid loon
Insurrection of your mother & your father is all our fault, they’re deceased by needle & a spoon.

Games to be played with or without following rules but in the end, to the winner goes the spoils
Prick up your ears above your high brows, now you’ll listen to your inner conscience of the royals
Solid as a hollow center of every planet in any solar system or galaxy of every black or white row
Now then, be that as it may, I don’t like spiders & snakes, I’m god of the stage & my name’s Moe.

One of the three stooges isn’t like being the other two low IQ competitors but it’s good creatures
Who’re the neglected evil/live creatures who know nothing about earning livings but steal treasures
Black diamonds, gold and oil in the middle of dirty water and atmosphere, you die if you’re rich too
Nobody gets out of this immersion’s skull & bones alive, on a trip along the Time/Space continuum.

Spiders spin sticky webs, snakes slither from mud to water, prey killed for food pray to God before it
Dead in the water before it multiplied times two, hung down, lowered head, grieving for the old chit
Sucker DJ’s think you’re fly and when the scat comes down from the holes above our ground of being
We gather for the party to hear the beats and blown out speakers of the rock & roll stew of Nothing.

Peers on the fly, all of them gonna die just like our food in our plates, once alive & then caput, zip, out
Of the men and the mice, none are safe from the reaper, in a trap or voluntarily compliant like a slave
Urban and country living fade to black too just like the history of the caveman & Jesus’ cadre of scouts
Lookin’ for believers in blind faith, unbelievable stories written in many languages, edify & rave about.

Glory to the single person’s friend, the married person for being married with children rollin’ the two die
Able to not pay for the goods and services that the single, childless worker pays for by stamps & crediting
Debit cards, milk, eggs, cereal to keep paupers healthy & alive until their teeth fall out the gums, singing
Hot or cold, still able to motivate the army and navy brats, but the air force brats, they’re specializing ice.

Glandular fixation on frontal appearances & posterior regression from here & now back to cosmic soup
Hammered you into submission when the full moon showed the sunlight reflection, Chicago ain’t a loop
Part of the whole shebang, just a place where the elevated train goes around buildings in circles alone
How many men did it take to figure out the ‘L’ I’m guessin’ is thousands, now retired or dead & gone.

Gypsy voodoo helped me see the uv invisibility, nothing could get away & that was always a fragile hint
That you don’t have more than a hundred years to play on Earth, when you die there’s no more life in it
Body & bones empty of the soul, no more animation of the thing itself, it’s just a shame it doesn’t matter
To you & yours, this is a foreign concept to be ignored & shamed into oblivion by the followers of butter.

Cream rises to the top, it’s where I’m swimmin’ & nobody is going to stop me, I can’t swim, I’ll drown
But at least I’ll be clean of the body odor from the dog & pony soldier who died in a battle’s mud ditch
It’s not for me to know but I will say, too much is too much but I need it all, it’s never enough, clown
Before the hereafter, I’m performing acts on stage before the curtain falls, poor man’s son of a bitch.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Jeudi, December 21st MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Drafted hot mes while listenin’ to #BodyMindSpirit regeneration on link @ https://youtu.be/a4AmHH8nW24?si=abLBTuxg5lVIFnbk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?