SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO

GODDESS' #420 ALLOTMENT FOOD STAMP PROGRAM EXODUS #ComeOverBaby @ChristinaAguillar #PortillosHotDogs420

WITHOUT OR WITH EVERYTHING ON IT 

Kill the lights and I’ll take care of the rest of the whole shebang, a clear dark hole

Fire down there in the hole, way down at the uttermost echelon of the smoke pits

Rising above the grave allotted to you & I, maybe above the urn or bag of dust bits

Rattle and hum as the vibration leaves the essence of what echo it left in your soul.

Hens and roosters resume it all every morning, matter and energy moving 24 ticks

Duration of a drone in neutral mode, out of synch with a digital orbit of cyberspace

Disintegrate after you’ve read all of the words over all of our heads, alien philosophy

Talking scat-speaking, no alpha or beta waves in the mix, from land to the blue sea.

Fear you and loathe me because I fear you, it’s self-loathing in a beautiful way, I say

As if that’s a possible world where it can survive the less than fit loathing every day

Remains to be seen, moving on from the conundrum without a solution, I’ll see & call

I’ve got a royal flush & you don’t have four aces, nothing’s wild, All the gold, I win it all!

Worth more than a penny from heaven, 16th POTUS retired billions of One cents’ copper

Made the inside and outside appear exactly alike, the difference is that one is more dapper

Outside is appearance of the thing itself, container of the inner sanctum effulgence in flux

Hard or soft to be rocked in the cradle of love with or without the skin & bones of dark lux.

Somebody to be a fool of another, speculation of the nature of beasts and their predators

Raw live killed and bled out to be burnt nearly into leather, cut into bits, masticated cores

Fission of the atoms in utero ready to implode and explode into smithereens’ tidbit “X”’s

No “Y”’s smithereens until they merge, intersect the acid in subatomic mix, big as Texas.

The topless bars wouldn’t work at all if everyone wasn’t so excited by a naked human form

It’s All the way that the species has survived, dancing provocatively to get knocked up too

Poor males way too young to comprehend a reason for their over-the-top malfunction zoo

Cradle of love is rockin’ back & forth, to and fro, as above so below, First Form was a Worm.

Ends come after the beginnings, logic and reason allow comprehension and assimilation blow

Pretend that you’ll live forever, that this life you experience is not temporal, not temporary so

It’s a permanent marker of breathing and moving in and out of trouble, be like a volcano flow

Nothing can stop the scalding hot effulgence but the freezing cold ocean-sea, God Earth Go!

You and I will get what we deserve or we’ll escape the danger before our karma gets a return

Always in debt for the nature of the created beast is bestowed the free will to choose all evil

Even the good as it is may be a mere illusion, that everybody knows must be rocked in cradles

Life will not be pretty without performing the creator’s responsibility, A bombs droppin’ hells.

Lack of love, pain and suffering & a ball and chain to heavy to carry another yard, MVP zeroed

Curfew honored, slept through the darkness’ 8 hours of pitch black, dreamt of birds that crowed

Easy rollin’ on a slippery slope, there’s what all goes in vain, shakin’ & rattlin’ all above I try to fly

Some girls and boys never get it, never win, the rest salute the trip, drop some kids & up & die.

Existentially metaphysical without being aware of the exercise in futility, on the A-Train at the L

Beat me up on the corner because I trusted the humanity to behave as I would, they did not, so

Left the neighborhood, went on to hide in the karate dojos of my trippin’ around here, job blow

No fools ever settled all scores, I win 1 to Nothing, anyway, it’s O & 2, batter-up, y’all go to hell!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, November 14^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Crafted while loopin’ #CradleOfLoveRock  @billyIdol link @ https://youtu.be/NCZuYS-9qaw?si=zn-raAD4r8r4CzAm }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Contained #FreeBawlin' #KidRock #SugarPieHoneyBunch

WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheIsleyBrothers #TheBluesBrothers #BelushiAndAckroyd #ACDC #SoulStripper in a #LedZeppelin #Mothership @Santana #LostTapesCarlosSantana MCMLXXI (1971) #DICE @AndrewDiceClay

WHERE CHAMPIONS ALL BET

 ON ONE GENIUS’ DECLINE

Burnt offerings are the only way to sacrifice the fortune of the lucky and well-off

Meaning nothing but you’re on a ride to see what the luck of the draw for you is

Possible and probability limited to the odds of all of the galaxies rollin’ in synch

After a Big Bang of everything gas, liquid & solid, Time is left drainin’ down a sink.

What is Past used to be the Future until it turned into the Present for a split second

Then getting ready for the Future to run out of Presence, unable to reincarnate fun

This must be the recreation of the gases that we embody, mutated into a fool’s soul

Owed nothing once born, but parents & their substitutes, kin or stranger not foul.

Sharp knife and sword for the battle to dispatch more than 40 to 1, I being the only 1

As if it was easy to do, it was not, special technique that is unteachable yet all I have

To be or not to be, I know nothing is true beyond a reasonable doubt, absolutely zero

Fear and loathing of the facts of life prevented my parents divulging that I am The Hero.

Of, by or without my essence, faux world continues to spin & wobble, my holdout chips

Mortal, too human, a gas sucker & liquid iron bleeder, consumer of dead & gone atoms

Pretending to be normal is easy when every single thing is the same, you, me and things

Wishing three times or a million stabs at the dream to come true, in the end, bell rings.

Cutting and slicing the thin skin & arterial network into microchunks of all too human gibs

Burnt cross hair in the BBQ flame, watched the skin and bone like the chicken wings & ribs

Played the horseshoe throw and drank the Kool-Aid until my tongue turned green & orange

Ready or not, I prematurely came to a conclusion, #OrangeMan created of yellow & green.

Slappin’ the bass, ticklin’ 88’s while the lead & rhythm fills in the beats of beatnik Godsends

Party line on my landline and my i-phone’s laser focused on promulgating infant safety pins

Crossin’ the lines that are imaginary in the first place and then returning back to the origins

Matter & Energy were squared into tachyons, matrix bent & now y’all can just get the Benz.

Playing the games with the rules that cannot be broken by any human on Earth, just winning

Every time no matter who the opponent is, they’ll fall to the winner, always a loser whining

As if they could compete with the master, being the pretender as above, so below, so grim

Sudden impact of a kiss, of lips while my eyes were wide open, didn’t wanna trip a scrum.

All of the above and neither the whole Truth nor nothing but the Truth applies, it’s above law

Before good and evil were mutated out of a divine love for creating forms from nothing new

Lies & the reverse can be good, bad or ugly, progenitors all teenagers of low IQ, deficit chit

They’re thrust into being in close proximity, school strangers, it’s promoting intimate shyt.

After a century, the hosts have perished & left progeny to seek survival or extinction’s price

Life as we know it, nobody’s ever known any difference as the 1st peoples had evolved RNA

Assuming the best and the worst is better than the alternative being lost in deep Space play

First of all, Nothing ever produced anything, things come from things not from Nothing ice.

Murder happens before you eat something, alive moments or weeks before, monster hands

Tell me eating and defecating is anything other than a cover up for defalcating the hero fans

Minced meat used to be bloody muscles and organic matter of Earth forms, alien’s cosmos

Drunk & full of dark hubris within caused by all that is outside, evil is live backwards, Moe’s.

In the final theory we may glean from the assimilation of every point of view, full spectrums

From light’s ultraviolet waves to the infrared frequencies gleaned from audio-visual scrums

Allstar provides light in darkness, “1” is 93 million miles from all It’s souls, a solo Halloween

Dawn rolls, dusk tolls & so it goes, ad infinitum until It infinite trips, a sad girl’s finale scene.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Created this Thing from Nothing that preceded the essence of It, while jammin’ to @Everlast #SadGirl & #BlackJesus #PrideOfATattooTear stuck in a pearl white El Dorado, Cadillac rolls like a tattoo tear on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#ThisIsHolloween #WhatsUpWithJACK #ThreeAmigos #TittiesBar @JohnKennedySenatorUSA #CortezTheKiller #GovtMule #Thorazine

OUT OF NOWHERE AT ALL

Now and then you’ll feel the pain and suffering that return after the guilty 6 pack pleasures

Grim Reaper and the Ghouls all hopin’ for the worst, tryin’ to keep us out the Eden Garden

No actual experience can substitute for the eternal memory to recollect the tears for fears

From the alpha males to the omega females, loud noises from the music and party beers.

Stood up by the chicks, stalked by the chicks, found out a long time ago what it was about

Just pairing for the genome, a little masquerade for the good and bad actors, see no evil

All about the beat of the drums and rhythm of the brass and strings, melody to die for too

Stay alive if you can although it’s all out of your hands, it’s destiny in the red, white & blue,

Bringing you down to the place where nobody can get to without me, you’ll be safe & sound

No reason to end a life or steal your heart and soul, no rational argumenta square or round

Here and now, please and thank you in advance, I’ve got a point but I used it too much now

I had to get it all down before my last huff & puff of breath, I’m 74 & ain’t goin’ back to blow.

No boy and no girl could ever bring me around to obedient friendships, hook, line or sinker

Hence, alone as it ought to be for one who doesn’t want to alter One’s timing to reoccur

As if it makes any difference at all, you’ve gotta act on the solutions of the matter & forms

All about the x’s & o’s and the formulae for success in the middle of red dirt and worms.

Beating the proverbial dead dogs until they begin to bark once again, that never happens

In the end, the finale curtain comes down and it’s all over for the thermonuclear weapons

Whiskey and wine flowing inside the veins, doin’ just fine until I pass out to the light beers

Sliding on the strings, thumping on the ‘four’ alphas to omega, volume of gods amperes.

Debt and death will kill all of us who are all too human, male, female, teen to an elder one

Everybody must leave if they’ve come, know that even ones not here yet won’t be sooner

Than later but it will be what happens, mortality is existence, before, during and ever after

Burnt ashes or formaldehyde drunk, no corpse will rot in a dirty grave, spirit & a grace pun.

Living right with my pants on so tight, well that’s another story, it’s safe in this chain gang

Lookin’ around and around 360 degrees from a place in Space I’m at, been here, don’t that

Drop the pedal and go down or up the freeway in a Cadillac or a Lincoln, it’s a drop top too

Pink & black leather you can get a whiff for a flash, giving a hoot is what it took to get blue.

Take the sheet off your face and respect yourself, stand up for your principles, love we must

Each and every friend, every human in and out of prisons, think they’ll steal your gold dust

They will and the they’ll lose it on the way to the store, no mindset, brainless & moronic fool

Inherited from random recombinant DNA without intent to become injected, all screw tool.

Participles and deponents I use in my prepositions and interjections of conjunctions I got

All mirror the record of my subconscious deposition of mind stuff trapped within since a tot

Listened to the big people, they told me to study their thoughts and words, I did, then what?

Right to the top of the heap of soul men who tried to tell the Truth to the downtrodden scat.

Rivers flowed from mountain tops of snow as it melted & got the moves of inertia & destiny

All the way to the end of high ground, continental shelves of dead star stuff, man-sand free

Face-off, tip-off, play ball, kick-off whatever floats your boat, if you need a little lovin’ call

On me or someone else to hug you at home, call me on the telephone, dial 634-5789 to fall.

Love takes it to the ends of good times, when it’s over, you’re either dead or she’s all gone

Scat happens to humans just like the rest of creation’s creatures, no special naked apes

Have a rip-roaring good time while you can, just don’t, you’ll never do it, pound sand screw

Go out to the club downtown and do the shotgun, no reason to rob the ones who’ll cut you.

Broken but repaired like brand new, more powerful than before this moment of soft rock

Hard rocks come first & then become high frequency, low wavelength psycho-sicko stock

Round or just an open angle of lines, perpendicular to the underground of being, that is Id

What it means, blind faith is a tool to avoid psychosis, my dad told me too, I am, The Kid!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, X-XXIV-MMXXV Anno Domini  333 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TittiesBeer on a loop link @ youTube @ https://youtu.be/txjrVXONBVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#GoneGIRL @MorganWallen #WORDup @KORN #BlackJackGold

Stand up routine 2^nd chance

Edification of your libido is some sort of Freudian Slip, livin’ your own life on tour

With the mental-psycho-physical presence up around here y’all, it rains up to pour

Crease in your slacks, crooked or straight up, all to prove you’re on a way to fame

Mother passed on the euphoria to my father & his production filled up the game.

Knowing nothing but sadness will put you in stiff competition for the depression

Humor and laughter cause the cover-up, distraction from the first last impression

God’s dams on Earth keep the rivers from overflowing the banks, Mankind control

Brief or longtime, she loves you in your prime or old age, it’s oriental for the troll.

Me and you playin’ the fool for the wise women who know it all, how to get it all

No man ever lived who could get through without his mother, know it or not fall

You didn’t know who held you up since you roamed on 52nd Street ‘round Zanzibar

Applause showed nothing but past time you had her backstage behind curtains.

Groupies all gone because the chords don’t wind ‘em up anywhere up in the fleet

Bruce or Barbie both switch identities as the need arises, spy vs. spy are a spasm

To get what you got to make it what you had & won’t release the UV halo plasm

Killed and hidden down below the red & black Earth silt, the dirt of Home sweet.

She’s gonna pull her panties down for me? Didn’t have an idea, I’m flabbergasted

Hypnotized by the horns and beats of the skins, strokes of the strings, sweet notes

High or low, it makes trouble look like a party on the patio, Life’s Earth alien hoods

New York state of mind, high in the Rockies with the love sweet rhythm & blues.

Continue onto the rebirth of the forgotten Jazz that will roll the rocks uphill to God

Chance that you recollect the things you’ve forgotten ‘cause you feared you’d die

No reality will ever be better than the one you see right there in front of eyes’ lie

Bring you back from the living on Earth to the dead in Tibet, just want my hotrod!

Jersey shore to the Great Michigan Lake’s shore, 2 unknown drops of love meeting

Somewhere between 1960 & 2025, it all came down to this here back’s bee stings

Thousands of minutes and miles from one another, a clash was God’s gift to a Man

Gave Man a Woman, God did it with eyes wide open if God had eyes, trashed can.

Pretend you have it together & it’s probably good enough, maybe it ain’t as well

Playing until we can’t play and can’t move around without help from nurse’s aids

Legend flashing alpha & omega radiation, beating cymbals and skins to back flow

Hit the ball, the music’s a hit, give me a hit, they’ve got a hit on you, or a stiletto.

Prenuptials are in order, postnuptially yours & mine as we please, nobody’s fool

We’re all educated and experienced in the ups and downs of a pitch-black pool

Bills paid, wealth remains in golden dawn donations, we will win what got lost

Our very spirit’s soul, the verve that drives our will to survive, y’ll paid the cost.

Kidding you not, my kinfolk & amigos not to mention amigas, it’s a matter of time

Driven around every turnpike and freeway, every interstate and expressway line

It happens to the best of us, you ain’t expecting something & boom, there it is too

Right there in front of your eyes like a magic trick, leaving you under a spell ruse.

Every single rotation of this Earth, that’s every single day, fictional Mon to Sunday

52 ¼ weeks for upto around or about a hundred years, a hundred rotations ala sun

Fully ripe or full fried, cooked or baked, nearly all life can be eaten if seasoned A1

Monstrous misunderstandings of things themselves, a 6 or a 7 gives it a sign, son.

Obviously, you don’t know the future shocks you’ll get regardless of hit or miss

As nobody knows it all for certain, I’ll give you three guesses, the 1st leads to bliss

Model-T your & my games with the House Rules that mutate as the game goes on

Haters ain’t going to transform into adoring fans, we’re BBQ scapegoat carrion.

The second chance we get if the stars are aligned, maybe all we need to sublimate

Fire and ice above and below our little feet, material thing spins in my checkmate

Game was over before you knew that it was a strategic maneuver of a black hole

It is done, at One, gravitationally collapsed subatomic tachyons, finite three, Goal!

Hens in the hen coup, the crown’s consumed the coup d’etat & all’s well, here now

High underneath the lowest part of the Earth’s core, that’s the secret, known cow

Hurtles & high jumps form the matrix until the program interrupts the wave’s skin

Bring your A game to the court, field or rink and you’ve got an even chance to win.

Hearts ache and keep beating, nevertheless, the ultimate destiny is seizure & stop

Like the love it had when beating to the rhythm & rhyme and slammin’ rock & pop

Nobody in human skin with homo sapiens bones gets outta this loaded globe alive

You never requested the journey, birth to death yet immersed in a loop to survive.

As long as you’re present, comin’ out of the past & goin’ into the future, hit it boys

Every move you make is animated without your own will, it appears as your choice

Subatomic to atoms to molecules to form conglomerations, that’s Life people say

If you contemplate the fact of life, your father will be pleased, you guess to play.

Play on the words or upon the stage before an audience of like-minded mortals

Animated the atoms, annihilated the metropolis’ brick and mortar, open portals

To be One or not to be One and be either a fraction of 1 or a multiple of an “x”

Look through an windowpane, you’re trippin’ the light fantastic, phantasm sex.

You know La Flaca? She’s somebody’s daughter, sister, maybe mother, lover

Even if you don’t ever get to run into her, there’s something you need to know

You should have gone out of your way to find out where she was & took a trip

Now there’s no turning back to get a rerun, it’s water under the bridge, you hip?

I know, you know, we all know what we should have known a long time ago, so

Better late than never at all, luck of the draw and a quid pro quo for any master

On the plantation of peanuts or cotton, wheat or corn, it’s the labor of the slave

Where it will all be in a thousand years is right where it was a thousand years ago.

Money and water to get from one place to another before dusk, in a safe place

Rode through deserts, tundras and prairies and I thought I was all out of verve

Follow me, in and out of the dream in your head, I’m outside over here you goon

Sister in the rear, what is behind is so fine, I’m speechless with needle & spoon.

Pronouns in my repertoire for the enemies of Mankind, who are legions of bugs

In every crevice and hole in the mud, blood & beer I dropped on my birth’s day

Mommy’s & daddy’s fortune yielded what you’ve got & all you’ve earned alone

Even when the generals talk, some of us don’t listen, but we’re warned to atone.

Platform to broadcast the message of the pagans and Christians, equal time space

Good and bad, beautiful and ugly, not to mention the dangerous tic under my face

For whom and to whom this all is intended, none of them are concerned nor am I

Hope & Faith driven by the Charity, dream’s over & I’m all woke, holy soul power.

Catch the beat, check yourself, Good God, I ain’t kiddin’, put ‘er there, gimme dap

Fist over fist to punch, lest ye be punched, knuckled the balls, a squirrel bitch slap

Soul power, a rhythm & beat hotrod incarnate rock & jazz until blues voulez vous

Coming & going from One, same ol’ place, forever, egg, bone & screw the putsch.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 409 PMPST

{ Syphoned out of the Void with compassion & #Woke body & soul while listenin’ to @DonHenley #TheBoysOfSummer link @ https://youtu.be/6RUIeX6UCT8?si=x2Id9gkaClSghX_e }

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