P H I L O S O P H I A

Monday, November 01, 2021

#Dreams #Disappointments #CeLive #KeepLaughing #SweetTupeloHoney

DOIN' A RHUMBA WITH NO HITCH IN MY GIDDYUP, AIN'T DEAD YET MAN

If and only if you don't lie to me, I'll always be honest with you, a piece of cake & a cup of tea

Never do any wrong like wrongs were done to me, I recall those days, weeks, years of fight

For the liberty to do anything under heaven, writing, playing music, singing, teaching to me

To always do unto everybody you meet as though you are doing unto your own true selfie.

We need to be the first cause of the corrections to the trajectory of quicksilver lightening

For better or worse, the thing playing with my mind escaped before a diamond ruby ring

Out my window it's clear that night is darkness deep or at the edge of the dimension too

Of the mice & men whose purpose appears identical, God's riff of Jehovah Witness' hairdo.

School girls moved my mojo around thirteen & it was all downhill from there, slippery slope

One ride worth repeating ad infinitum, can't repeat it exactly but it was ecstatic & all dope

Studied 'til I finished the autopilot's animation, nothin' meant to last, quitters created strife

What I did with that was well, nothing at all, two retirement pensions, husband of my wife.

Assembly is required from the beat of the tom toms, rhythm & lead breakin' in on the bass

Right back to an origin where you once were & knew you'd get back there some day at last

Here and now, dark stage playin' the work of Northside blood, in flight of an angelic deed

Meaning neither more nor less than you ain't saint, all saints, blood's Id came, I am a seed.

Beasts came before the evolution of the beauty, down by the river flow of currents & rock

From the volcano crossroads up close to the sky's padlock on a spirit of One, a puppet sock

Seekin' the way to the place that doesn't shoot your body full of foreign DNA/RNA emotion

Blood carrying the imposters to the heart and brain until the antibodies crush the intrusion.

Mister or mistress of the form & matter can only follow the beats' narrow, round the bends

Down the middle of the fork where the road ends & just leaves you there waiting for ends

Nevermore to come before the throne of the lies where the well meaning are enemy mine

Software & virtual hauntings merge into the still of the night's holy ghostly altarboy sign.

First it was the 50's 60's & 70', suddenly it's the 20's, but who imagined a leased splotch

I don't recall signing the misconception agreement prior to my first mitosis, a sixth sense

Yet I have no other choice but to take the bull by the horns, one guilty pleasure's subplot

Lusting love. too humane, above the down low, vaccinated apes, kill dead's booster shot.

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:20 somewhere, in the doo wop single mode link @ https://youtu.be/DdWQyeAH0Ig & @Grateful_Dead LINK @ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WakeTheDudeUpWithTheNuclearFootBall #PhuqLetsGoBrandon

WHERE I COME FROM, MOTHER & POPS, IT'S A JOKE

Repugnance for the chaos on & off of the street's dead air, gravy flim flam

Nothing you have to say about it because you're nowhere in sight, phuq it

My gods have no intent to punish me for my all too human errors, I'm phat

Just like my fathers & their fathers before them, YOU'RE WANTED by Sam.

Stuck in the middle until I got to the end of days, after last night's jet lag

It all goes away eventually & until then it won't make any sense to a hag

Nobody in caves or out on the plains or in jungles, nobody gets out alive

Boys and girls grew up in a school that formed decisions of a deep dive.

Gods ain't in heaven with Norman or Nora in Normandy, an In & Out fry

Myopia for Opie and Aunt Beatrice fill up the empty hole's vacuumed sky

All the atomic material world is disintegrated into Dark Light, knives' Son

All of the swipes in self defense are offensive to all, my will's being done.

Party of two or more is never anywhere that I am, I'm far away in a skit fit

Completed equation of inequality, equity of equals' rings around a rose slit

Animated forever from the biggest bang ever to the tiniest whisper, I say

In the corner where I went and left my spirit's essence, no listenin' is AOK.

This was a rhythm to the rhyme, an ovulation of the dilation, anal concept

Analysis is the long of the short of It, it's a good thing in an evil form adept

Easy to be this way since it's natural, it's not moral or ethical, it's just, Way

Nobody goes over the top of the key, Johnson circumcised 11th & 1 today.

White, tan or invisible, the whole species is the whole shebang inundated

In a mitigated construction of RNA genome, DNA's gonna die, a God dated

Brought the mirror closer to my face & it disappeared into One empty hole

Behind old bones of skulls, brain bucket banks buried, my astral dirty soul.

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1st, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Droned out of a euphoric, HISTORICAL HYSTERIA'S time slot, #SleepyJoe

jammin' TO @WARTheBand @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, October 31, 2021

#BeautifulLady #CopyAMillionTimes #ReturnToSendersMothers #ChitLoadOfBlues @CarlosCastaneda #ThePowerOfSilence

IN A TOMB ROOM, SERVING UP BLUEBERRY DOOM

Fabulous & fantastic as it should be, my will be done as intended by my father's climax

Breathed the life from the ether into my mother's Earthly body, it's all a Holloween sex

Knitpicked out of the hypothetical yarn that capitalizes on fear of rotting in a batroom

Which won't happen most likely due to the funk of 40,000 years that sealed our doom.

Giving into the fleeting presence of being One and the same thing that cried like a baby

First gasp of air in the outer shell of your mother's bosom, a kiss & hug for the journey

Out of thin air, climax or not, conception of the egg & DNA funk, shivers down my spine

I felt that a few times and I know when it ever happens again, I pay attention, it's fine.

Not much you can do other than defend yourself from the predators, the steely dans

Whether it's behind your backs or right in front of your eyes, a swift action wins fans

Especially your kin folk, amigos & amigas from any Earthly place in Space, abracadabra

It's all about pleasing public strangers, as if there'd ever be questionable, fakin' karma.

The freaks come out at night, not in the daylight, those are the ways of the holy spirits

They come and go until the treats are gone and the tricks keep gettin' as if it's Time fits

Into the twilight choice, it's good to act in concert with an agenda of lockes dred, farout

All aware of the funk of skeleton's dark coffin of doom, a Vince Price's corpse shouout.

California has a lot of dead and buried with the pots of gold & bars of silver in the mix

Metals so heavy I can't pick up two objects at the same time, need One in a virtual box

The draw of the pistol doesn't mean anything other than you've got passed on #Netflix

Y'all gonna die, JoJo, Mimi, Connie, Karol Paula, Marie, Mary, Winnie & Deb, small pox.

In the doom shadow, you know where the light is & you can never get over there again

No such thing as wisdom to the innocent minds grown in women & men, it's so insane

On their knees or defiant to the highness of the lords and guardians of the dirty rocks

Civilization will crumble as it always does, it's a natural cycle of Earth, a fragment bin.

Where the matter has coalesced into a fat bodied mass of muddy water, wasted gas

In all the revolutions & counter revolutions, there's been no God in charge of a blast

It's a gravitational collapse of rhythm, lead and bass, swingin' to the vibe & the beat

As if there was no tomorrow, acting like this is the last day we're alive, be no defeat.

It's in the cards, aces are high, one-eyed jacks are wild, queens & kings of the clan win

Outsiders can't evolve into the essence of that substance of mankind, 98 degree skin

Wrapping the pipe around my neck or just waiting until the accidents pile up too high

Tower of Babel must fall eventually, nobody gets to get as high as the godhead, to die.

Yet that is all it would take for the ultimate verification of the fact, to die for too soon

Nothing but that, no other reason to build sky scrapers than to get to heaven to show

The core of this magnetic stone won't allow a fool to get to outerspace, above or below

All this means that This is all There is, no need for blinded faith to fly over a blue moon.