#LETS #ROLL #SHALLWE? #PopeyeLament #SweetAsHoneyDrippin' #NiceWidgetsBaby #LetsRoll #RumorSpreadinRoundDatTexasTown #HomeOfTheBrave

SEEN IT ALL, BLUNT WITH IT, LOST & FOUND MY TOUCH #2-22-2022 *

With or without you, without me and without anyone else, it still rolls on

Lost touches or independent ghosty heads floatin' above Alice's blue skirt

Tried and failed, tried ad infinitum and failed until the last time, finals son

I always ace the finals & never do my homework, don't hand it in, it's fun.

Teachers, monks & professors left their own cons, y'all will fade to black

Bad or good business that I've rolled with for 50 years, now, blow it back

Lie and tell the truth about the life you live, losin' your touch bit by bitty

Mamas & papas were trippin' back & forth in the fog just like silly putty.

Music if you're lucky while you lay there in burned bones, an earned urn

You did it your way, I did it mine & never the two will be beaten or burn

Spent Time, surfaced upon Earth or the star called, my Sun, son, oh son

You've got a moment to spare, you're a captive audience, 3D-print 6gun.

Bank without a bullet, transact the transfer to the mogul of the planet, Id

You'll know the power as your breath fades & your conscious music cuts

Lights out, sound silent, nothing smells & no taste at all, do y'all feel me?

No, probably not, it may be impossible since It's my dream & it ain't free.

Points to Space's down & out place, keep trippin' step by step in, X's O's

Made it where the life isn't too much to keep rollin' blunt, enforced Lows

Being human isn't all of That at all, human mortality's One superego Fate

Asleep, unconscious, alive but not kicking in the stall, it's a mare too late.

Touched fingers and toes to keep the beats of drums, divine heart pumps

Downhill from where you've found yourself, awake all atop of the games

Everyday, every spin of the wobbling planet's orbital trajectory, all magic

Fortuna to be trippin' in a hot, blown wind, infinity's crankin' m'love {sic}.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 2-20-22 Anno Domini @ 0222 AMPST

*Header's the Love of My Life { Smoke 'em if ya got 'em! }

{ Grim fairy tale begun, began to lose the touch, got it back & there's no regretting it, trippin' this jam out with @SteveWinwood #RollWithItBaby #SweetAsHoney #MakeItDownAndOutUpAndIn link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/gO-2azFmt9Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TimesAWastin' #2-20-2022

 #YOUgotAbetterIDEA?

#EyesFoundSomebody #YOU #ME #WE @RunDMC ...from A 2 Z #HighRoadLowBalls

BACKBONE SLIPS, KICKS, MOTHERS OF GODS & HOLY FATHERS

Red pencil in a note below the text type, crypto log @Anonymous' Code right now, swung

Cryptographic lines and dots of indian ink or pencil lead & tip of a holy etch-a-sketch pen

Who comes and goes in and out of the body of work, the set of 208 bones of Zsa Zsa zen

As above it all as I always am since the day I almost lost my breath forever, a song sung.

You knew everything about the whole shebang a long time ago but you made no peep

The Truth about your own personal place in the machinery we call Reality is transparent

Translucent too and maybe even transphobic due to species extinction self guilt, I sent

All Time in this Space, inside of me & outside of me, tender rhapsody's lull me to sleep.

Pray silently or out loud in every case there's Nothing to receive the transmission to wit

Meaning of the things themselves, in a myriad of forms and families of likes & the unliked

Back to Miami or up to Seattle but first Los Angeles to Chicago & Bangor, way up country

Great lakes made when all of the H2O dried up, left the super deep holes, bad smell city.

Hurting in the world on this Earth's surface or in the air and what's left of the sea, my pain

I own it and it impacts my senses through my nerves that stay on edge awaiting the Ends

Understanding the alerts that give the sirens a magic trick to mend the mind of the brain

It ain't as easy as it looks, to cast the spell and cause the effect and be able to be all mens'.

Every slum human is a distant lovers' precocious zygote to psi corpse, a surreal purple haze

In and out of the squeeze of the changes from the infancy to the geriatric adulthood psi phase

Compared to afterlife when an antibody, beautiful or decrepit, was better than a dillecti one

I don't want to be a Debbie Downer, yet somebody's gotta be, the End is One and It's Done.

Style recognized as a copy of an original, never been in the world before and won't be again

Mere words were all there were to explain, a same old story, nouveau words of foggy fates

Amazing to be teaching the unknown to the ones who find incomprehensibility to be insane

For not being killed by the bad men and bad women on Earth, orphans & ignorant inmates.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  Samedhi, February XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ #Downlinked the #Upload in duality with prejudice and a fixation on prevarication of W O R D  & listenin' to @TheMarshallTuckerBand #HeardItInALoveSong & HITS on LINK @  https://youtu.be/ZkOsccnyFWs}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CosmicDebris #GodsGarbage @Frank_Zappa #Genius #OlympicJuiced #DieInYourArmsTonight #Everlast #WayGone #BrooksUndDunn

BUBBA PURPLE BARCODIN' & HOLDIN' RED SOLO CUPS

Drunken out of nowhere, the dead flowers bloom in starlight & H2O gas

Merry men and good fellows who require nothing but the accented pass

Thinking there's a remote probability that this here's a real world  crime

We waited for One to come leave Wisdom's rhyme, now we outta Time.

Imploding into the neutron you've never seen nor heard of, you feel me?

Driven to the Ends of a line where mobs turnabout to return to my scree

Hearing misinterpretations of the Word of the frank who drink in steins

Danger is the potential yet an avoidable predicament that requires signs.

Caution, Stop or Go but not all at one and the same time, you feel me son

Vaccinate this into your arm or arse, it's required to make you whole too

Not only knowing that Truth is a shock but also that your Ego's an illusion

Got a lot of nerve, cover yo' face, I'm all #Doublespeakin' & #Barefootin'.

Calculus and the trigonometry perform the exercise of your tiny mindset

So real, you thought you'ere everything in the world on the way to bliss

All of the others are secondary or tertiary upto & including fakin' regret

As if you care one bit about the subject or object of predication analysis.

Trophies all fell down on the ground and broke into a million pieces, I did

Done damage without able to use the tool of Reason with insight of a kid

Fans of the babies and toddlers and young guns and baby makers of 2025

Liberty means you know the Law & you modify your intent to satisfy Jive.

Take a stand, continue acting as if you're in charge, God's felonious assault

It's like this & like that, you know what I mean, you know it ain't my fault

I got here post game, it'd already begun & it was all One & now It Is done

Collected two bills but then landed squarely on Go To Jail, I went, I am In.

Your drive within is not your own, you own it but it ain't your fault, pawn

Yet a couple fraudulent paths ahead, War or Peace, #BLM humane dawn

Cash flow in and out of the foreign legion of idiots & morons sock it to me

I am not the One in charge, that I can tell you, SET FREE, a reader will Be!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Abstracted while jammin' on #WaynesWorld #GulfWarBit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bi_t54HNeIg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?