IV XX #AdInfinitum #PapaDontPreach #TikTokThis #MindVOIDeadEnds #KeepYoBabyMama #DaddyDaddio

@WOKE RHETORIC AIN'T MY FAULT #Supercalifragilisticexpealidotious

Monkeys see and mock the sight, it's an ape-like special, thoroughbred race purse

In the darkness without a light from the street's sun, the moon or hot campfire

Censor you because you're free and need to be a prince, monger's pauper curse

As you were, justice buried deeper than the misled disinformation funeral pyre.

Submerged down under the subways and elevated above & below turnpikes

Speechless every time the spotlight shines in my eyes, know all three are blind

Third eye light of a silvery, dead moon, satiates thirsty gods drunk on my wine

That Earth is moving without knowing it's moving, information revolution, fine.

 The Many RIP before I was conceived and I'll be One, like them in due time, wait

On the clock, a time piece of any type to measure the revolution of Earth's body

How long it takes by seconds, minutes & hours to roll around to the same Space

After the Wars come the brief Peace times I had the oven full of the baked Race.

All of the dead animals get baked, cooked or fried & get eaten to recycle to ol' devils

Way down under the tall oak & pine trees where I live, up and down yonder of villes

Bugs flyin' and crawlin' everywhere just like the kin folk and strangers who play silly

Jungles where the cats await my sight, on the corner, by the tavern, west side story.

Smoked 'em when I had the cigarettes, straights or filters, all were a Lucky Strike blow

Field stripped the end of the ash and wasted tobacco ends, recycled back to the smoke

Nearly invisible except for the leftover effect in the brain effects on mind & body bone

Apparently the addiction cuts your Time in Space in half or more, it's no accident tone.

Really want to die earlier than you deserve then continue the magical deletion of Life

Put you underground and maybe if your kin thinks about it, burn you too, up in smoke

No evidence that you were ever Here & Now, junk left behind less Sanford & Son relics

Safe section of a junkyard where only the sorrow survives, wounded, scarred, #WOKE!

Begin at the end of the story I've heard before you told it, you heard it from me, funny

You knew it was me in the story right?  Shots echo down the hallway, I got shot, sirens

Comin' for the bones, the street won't let me get to the doctor in time for the patchup

Let it all be, it's already gone anyway, not wounded, I'm dead, it's the jungle, Time UP!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Aprile XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Preachers hate the WORD, therefore I am sayin' WORDS for the #Plethora of beautiful human minds & bodies who #GetIt, #KnowWhereImCominFrom?  yup ... jammed to #TikTokCountryMusicDance in a loop @ https://youtu.be/8AxbQZiRPMc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

#LynyrdSkynyrd etc, etc, etc... #ROCKSilverPlatinumGold

YOU CAN'T LIVE WITH THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT, Y'ALL DIE!

She always kept the fire burnin', I let her go first, that's the program, so when in Rome

The gentle man, the good guy, nice guy, you the one that won't hurt your cruise, man

From shore to shore, sea to shining sea where the hair grows out of the barkin' sand

Bacon fryin' in a skillet, pig's points wavering on the surf, hung ten & I slid into home.

If you're not safely buckled into the seat, it'll be too rough of a ride for a weaker crush

That is a matter of opine and a matter of time in Space, random words boned up flesh

Mumbo jumbo mixed subjects' predication of objects make it, now dig it, trenches die

When it's the many in an infinite split of the Void, invisible to the freaks & a wiseguy.

Good and ugly so I can be as bad as the most beautiful gang banger bandana'd no find

Party in the covered-up patio, dog style or in mode of missionary, pedal down w/nine

Back way back, never to get up or get down with pops who died when I was baby boy

Bears and bulls came into the city ghetto, it's Watts or The Projects, hey matey, ahoy!

In the house, the cave, in the crib and wantin' nothing but all rest of fool's dues racked

They gambled they'd win and they lost their Jack, now it's mine & it's me the has-been

But there will be none, what I got is not what any one of them will get, how y'all doin'

If & when it's spunout of deep vinyl grooves, sweet California & Georgia peaches sin.

Buried myself underground, hid the holy bones of Mississippi muddy, it's flowin' down

Candles on fire, wood shed where my daddy told me not to call him daddy, no more

Who I was & who I am ain't who I'm gonna be the day after I die, that's all of my alibi

Blowed my ears in, ringin' since I was 19, July 4th, didn't quite get a cherry bomb clear.

Fifty years later, my headlights are still on and I'm locked and loaded for signed signals

Either up or down from here, it began in a bang, I began right then, whimpered catcalls

River is flowin' coverin' up the scent of the unfried fish and unboiled muddy water tea

Beer's in the keg, whiskey's in the barrel, the party is started, shinin' rockin' & I'm free!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Aprile XXIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ #MoneyCantBuyEverything jammed while listenin' to @Chris_Janson HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0JiDmiErBF8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 mountain-dew

DAZZLING IN UTERO

#Fresh @Eminem #ToneDeaf (video ear infuxion) @ChrisStapleton #RicoSuave

NOTHING'S AS HOLY AS JELLY CHUCKLES IN DEEP SPACE SCAT

Of my gang of ones that mitotically divide to cause a replica of self to appear over here

They came from Nothing and seriously are something but even they don't know what

Maybe divine or human or some other species of life form, it's intelligence in Sing Sing

From a guess, educated or ignorant, it's no better than asking for something for nothing.

In the name of the sons of this anarchy against the solar system's function, galactic factoids

Punks and junkies are just too cool for school and think that things themselves are androids

Ditches appear out of nowhere at the deep end of the mud hole, it's a sin awaiting suffering

Not that you want it but Karma must be repaid when you disturb the balance, you're paying.

Discover the lies and the truths involved with the miracles of the moment, lucky to be alive

Could have been different with those nine cat's lives, I got one & that's what I've got to give

The rest of the story is a future shock of History that hasn't happened yet, COVid will blow it

Nobody to blame but yourself since you're the only one in the room with the cause & effect.

If you don't laugh and you can't cry then you'll die laughing when you find out you're trippin'

In plain language, the lights & action in front of your very eyes is exactly the same as dreamin'

Faith, Hope, Charity, Compassion, Pity, Selflessness of the conscious person, one bored of It

Meaning that this here is all there is, that there unknown comedy & tragedy, untied to be fit.

You all know what we all know, Time is short and you get no more than shares of hind teats

Cocksure that it's all a matter of Space between the things that DNA replicate as senate seats

Kids as the baby goats or young humans from a 'hood before or after midnight frenzy sublime

Bums kept off the railroad tracks, they just want to be the choo-choo trains, droppin' a dime.

Knives in the backs of the allies, enemies makin' out the solution to the revolution, live-in sins

Sins against my grandfathers' mothers, all their lives spent avoiding acute pain of straight pins

No way on the runway if it's only one way or the other, forked road it's not, straight & narrow

Reflected skull & bone potheads & evil genies in my hologram skin, god's dam #10 genius Ho!

Kids gone up & done what I never could, survive in the teenager body, joined a USAF sky blue

Inside of the War, there were no battles with my privilege of being an eldest son of three too

Been around the block and the clock, it's not all it's cracked up to be, I came out of a tiny one

Stillborn outback ghettos, upon cliffs of guffawing gods & 69 @RedChuckles' just for fun, son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #CookTheGoose #HangTenSurfBoardSand #ISlippedYouFlipped }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeverStartingOverEverAgain

#NoReasonNoRhymeNoSCAT