#HangOnToARhumbaManLikeMe #NoRegrets #ByGones #CherryPie #ItsAlwaysOnTop

WHO AIN'T DOIN' THE RHUMBA, @GATESMAN?  #DeepDive in @GREENLANTERN'S TRAFFIC

Who is not the word, what is the word and that's the bottom line from all the top guns

Mothers of fathers we respect and obey due to their being here before us, got the runs

People made the world go and be happy from the sadness of fear of man eaters' of Car

Hot as a pepper, red, green or just caliente juice on the tongue, cleans the gums' tartar.

Fast as a mountain stream that won't stop until the ending comes, blown out a gasket

All dreams end as they began, nowhere with nothing, that's everywhere with all things

Common denominator is the One, it's all over the One, makes the thing itself, all It is so

Conclusion of rationality & the subject predication is that you're an accident, low blow.

All that was thought of before your & my conceptions is, momentary and fleeting come

To Jesus, Buddah or Krishna or no God's damned buddies, none get out alive, get some

What substance is this First Cause of the whole world, holding in handless bones to die

Invisible in Itchycoo Park, down near a river, we got high to try to feel a deep blue sky.

Grim circumventing of the actual Truth about being alive here and now, leads to Ends

Trending world & your life & everybody you know & didn't know, all Time's woke-wife

To get out alive you've got to be the ball, be the human, all too human even if you can't

Drive it home and in the thirty-sixth hole from the andromeda strain, island's high life.

Running after you're born to run is a consequence of being a star's burst of flavor & hits

From the joint or the bong, it's all goin' up in smoke with or without you, you can't win

It's a set up from Day 1, when the gods blew their stacks & the gaskets could not hold

Truth about justice & the Way of the warriors' sons, a species' DNA evolutionary gold.

To survive on this dirt ball's hard stone and dirty water, you've got to ignore the reality

Gonna leave someday not knowing when but it will be done, One star's dirty water son

To be with you or not, I still carry the water as if it's true yet I know I am all alone, I see

First contact aliens imploded, yielded this tripe, the Con is a word salad, a bum, a bee.

Like an everlasting scream in the darkness, outside outerspace, inside of a dark room

Picking the axe and beatin' the tight animal skins, bells & symbolic cymbols of a crash

Raced against Time without you here by my side. underneath my fall, a volcano plume

Hit the ground running & didn't know I was just the atomic fallout, hear my fizz, Home!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 26th, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Gods of the gods, multiply the infinity & zero results, therefore WORD, drafted this while jammin' to the #RhumbaMan by @JessieWinchester in a God's damned loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SpidersOnAnAllNighter #XrayGauranteedToLookWithin #KickedMyOwnArseIn

WHAT IS HIP?  A RAMBLING FOOL!

For one thing, this is not what it appears to be, this is the form not the essence of Id’s It

Subtraction of the addition to multiply the division is all we can do, y’all get to go, Exit

This room and the house’s floors, walls and ceiling, basement and top shelf, two by twos

For no reason or for any reason, the Earth continues the rocks-a-rollin’ under the blues.

All the way under the whole shebang, there’s nothing but the air and space of the hot womb

Empty of atoms and without the babies of Eve, interstellar Void is the gyst of the grim tomb

Where the mothers’ fathers lie under soil and grass, in an aluminum room with no bunkbed

Cannot get out no matter how you try, full of formaldyhyde anyway, hard to live deadhead.

Who knew what nobody ever could fathom, that God was the Gold, all mystery is all of that

Last calls for alcohol over here by the heavenly bar of stars and empty thirteen stripes of fat

Very large people eating all of the fried food, candy sticks for stupid kids, lickin’ it, my food

Throwin’ the projectile to a bull’s eye where nothing ever goes alone, woke up with wood.

Wondering why we’re all here and now, or maybe we know why we’re here, to live to die

Like all the food we eat that was alive before it died, same for us except we’ve not been ate

It’s a Game of Life, survival and extension of the breathing, heart beating to the unholy finale

No ma or pa ready to help you kill the thing itself, suicide, free choice, God’s dead in Tripoli.

Hopelessness for  hapless minions, babies, innocent teens and DNA denizens, that’s cruel see

Compare this to the alternative, heaven haven or hades of the burn, stayin’ alive, Dogod folly

If not you then who will carry on the species’ genome, don’t worry just to be so dang happy

Worry more and feel the sadness & the gloom of being dead in a tomb, rocks don’t roll, see?

I spun the tops and the yoyo’s with nowhere else to go but down in a street, in the yard hole

I walked the dog and rocked the baby in the cradle for maybe two minutes, into a rubber soul

Boys clubs and paper routes, music lessons, preschool onto college, I enculturated fake blood

For the Time and Space allowed, it’s all you can and that’s Be The Ball, I’m Earth’s Manhood.

In a few short days and nights, you and I will move on to the end of the line, nobody to care

Out of our hands, this is all that it is, a moment in Time to see what nothing looks like to me

Then report back to noone but me because I am all that I am and all of that but I don’t care

I beat snakeskin in a Void of Nothing, don’t tell me What IT Is, smoked blunts of it’s not fair!

by

r j j  stephan, i

 c.  August 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 A.M. PST Saturday, my day, all mine!

{ drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Towerofpower.ca #WhatIsHip & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SN8pWdZhVaM }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TrueLoveYouHad #FakeNewsYouGotSome #Oreilly #DeGrasse #Frey

PUNKS & JUNKIES, WINNERS' TRUE LOVE INTHE NIGHT

Picking axe for your team was a big mistake but I'll play the sax once again

Moving about on the chess board to the checkers that never get the kings

Losers can win sometimes when winners die, eaten in a lion's den of zen

Treating the tricks like they run the dozens on the corner of 3rd & Vine.

What does Ricky & Lucy do for a living, nothing special goin' on, God's silk

Men and women bottom out in a New York minute's momentus occasion

It's the day that the Earth stood still and the mamas & papas sang or sung

Like the other six days, it's just another spin in a circle jerk, mother's milk.

For the first and second time of the orgasmic charge of ecstatic creation

There was the Awe awaiting the punch in the face, to repeat ad infinitum

Not just because of the feel good feeling but because of the thrust to Be

Me & you have no idea why but there's a reason if there ain't any but one.

True love of the universal Oneness that's broken in a million pieces just in

To the freedom of the blowin' sax and plucked out of the freedom cesspool

Where our fathers, brothers, mothers & sisters died for the rhythm of blues

Long lost and frequently underappreciated for the Truth's consequences.

Muck and mire here and there, common decency ruled out by black & blue

It may be a inspiration but I doubt it, copycats pick up the beat & roll a mile

From the treble and the bass we get the melody and words up a cool wazoo

A ping on the screen indicates that place in space to fire the guided missile.

Fear to loathe you but it comes around goes around in a wet-dry CoVid19 bat

Hard to find in the darkness since it's the way to the light of a nite-light mouse

For the nature of the wild beast is to kill & eat to live & die, a gasp of bull scat

Sting you and you'll hurt forever, you know the Truth now & it's a full house.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 PMPST

{ Drafted with #TrueLove in a loop by @GlennFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic }

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W.W.A.R.D.?