#BoogieTheBoogie #Bobolink #KickinStones #TopsZZ @AlistairCrowley #FooFighters

COME & PLAY ON MY BATTLEGROUND, NO FINALE, NO WIN 

Pretending you've got something to be happy about, had a B-ball

You did what you did and you've been held responsible for a Sin

Original, venial, mortal or celestial, sand's gone through the glass

How fast or how slow it gets repeated ad infinitum is up to us all.

Fundamental and first thing out of my mouth is on the lip smack

Out of the woods & into an old town menudo, drunk for a scuffle

Dance floor full of sawdust, outlaws, cowboys & cowgirls a sizzle

No apes, just some skin on bones in the darkness' of Hackensack.

Strobe lights go on, sundown just a memory, dark road ahead, Id

Ruling the inner ego & being arbiter of my ethics, a good god kid

Alive through the scuffles & the unconscious bruhahas, pork BBQ

Silver dreams, golden smiles, and more to do with Nothing new.

Pork on the BBQ, chops and T-bones for the minions to cut in two

Masticated in smaller bites than bytes, swallowed nearly or not

Disturbingly predictable, it's just a Heinrich maneuver away, FOO

Unidentified Flying Objects of outer space, so, I think I'm a robot!

Morbidity, quality of being on the way to die, all species comply

No free choice or alternative method to the madness, I'm my guy

Forearms and kneecaps used for the battle, winners always win

I had honor, strength, intent to rise above the fray, no splittin'.

Of leaves you've picked & grinned from a sole soul, a seed above

Below the ground, dirty tricks turned into the sleight of hand jive

Morality and the educated guesses at the race course's finish line

Searched, found, lost it & recollected the whole below, I am love.

I'm beaten, drawn the complexity in a motion picture's star saga

Gurgling every gasp, in and out of my lungs, no capacity for Gaga

Happiness is where it's at but I'm not there & I never will be free

I'm hot, on fire, Chicago white trash junky, playin' on a roll to be.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, February VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Skidded into the ice finale, on the seat of my pants & drafted this little ditty while jammin' on #DearPrudence by the @Beatles on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wQA59IkCF5I }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeedAFifthOnTheSixthToo #GTH #OutOfDodge #FOGHAT #LetsRide #LetsRock #LetsRoll #DrinksInMyHand #JackedUp4X4

 

INFINITE SPACE, REASON, SKITTLES, SINS n' THINGS

Sent o'er here to evaluate the status of this leftover marketplace, empty hue, Milky's Way

Final critique of pure reason to get you started, One's terrestrial journey, star singularity

With what stands for the above and below, this and that, opposite of mortality, an infinity

Children and adults, every culture of every continent, all of the dead ain't out of my today.

Indoctrination to One mind bent by 7 spins around a Star, yields aerodynamic backspins

As a twirling @Top or a @YoYo spins, all things go in circles because there's holy skins

Innocent when my parents conceived me, now inherited, Garden of Eden Guilt, Jet sons

A long time ago, it was done, before I was born, a hundred thousand bangs of shot guns.

As if there's a reason for no reason at all, continue ad infinitum for the miraculous search

Of being a baby boy or a baby girl, alive until in decrepit mode, as a flower or any atom

All in and all out of the system, down or up, it's a matter of Time in Space, This is It, Now

You cannot make this scat up!  It's a natural progression of the Calculus, drunk on a cow.

Chocolate or white as a pure, colorless mix trick in blanks, 12 gauge's L&L, hold your fire

Live & die by the sword, the knife or just jumping off of garage rooftops on a funeral pyre

Ain't my fault, stop the guilt trips, I ain't the one who was here 'fore I came, dad's godson

Deny until the cows come home, the Truth remains, #WhoMadeWho, that's the question!

Puppets or call them the dummies of the ventriloquist, move the Ways & Means garbage

Around in a circular jerking of their private parts that a fig leaf could hide, high stoneage

Birds of feathers flocked together, have-nots wanted what the haves got first, it's a War

Battles on the Front and the Rear of every coast, border to border, gunsmoke risen far.

Over & done, Man's population's been immobilized, neutralized ala #COVid19's batmen

Out of control, boys & girls mutated into citizen kings, queens & pontiffs who raise rents

Crusaders carried a Holy Grail from an original place, a Space to an unknown X's Zen

Married to mobs or a loner on a trip's bumpy road, lunar landing Void to Stone Silence.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 8:88 AMPST

{ #JammedOutMyHead in #StoneSilence internet is down, will reboot & play some #StoneBlue by @Foghat link ...  #ThereYouGo link @  https://youtu.be/c0McO4sY8pA }

 

#GotALittleSomethinForYAll #SuperBowl #LVI #56 #GTFOOH #Prince #MichaelJackson

W O R D

HARD LINES & A GASH O' GUNSMOKE

Beer in the keg if not inside of a holy pony for my horses

Jack Daniels' jigger down on the bar, double barrel curses

Mamas & papas super bowling us all one way, my behind

Race ahead of the game, away drunk skunk, a third kind.

Civilian or military progress from an entrance with no exit

Mortality on the right or the left of the bones' smell, a debit

Morons from the bowels of the Tomb of Folly, a hot One Two

Therefore, idiots win a two-headed coin toss, guzzle the brew.

Mercy for the monsters & gluttons for punishments' buzzes

Guilty consciousness, all my fault even if it's not & never was

Blame me, I'm responsible, it's my obligation, I've got it boys

Cut my ties, can't push a rope, gotta pull it, ain't a free choice.

Points scored, penalties declined, goals on or off the field's dream

I go forth, I get back then rest a spell only to repeat, ad infinitum

Common or rare, art is all there is, it's a matter of energy's tides

Space black and blue, bright as the glory hole on your backsides.

Bones to be picked around my own 208, skull to toe, jolly roger

Monks and monkeys look and feel the same way, hand it to her

She always knew the way to the mind of man is through Fear

Scare the scat out of God, conquer It, kill a Word, not a BEAR!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February Vth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1030 AMPST

{ Produced with kid gloves afoot, jammin' to 3 hours of #SpanishGuitar jams @ https://youtu.be/YDhUMt0aDEQ  & a multitude of @SuperBowl 1/2 time shows, #RapidoOrder! }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?