#StoryCatsDogsTooHumaneGods #YoGramma #YoMama & #GodSuns #STARS #JimminyCricket @WALT @MavisStaples @BobDylan #ServinSomebody

CONCEPTUAL ANALYSIS, ABOVE & BELOW, IN WITH THE TIDE, OUT ON A FERRYBOAT TO CHINA

Fruits of my labor & the domain of the minions who crawl, fly & skip

In and out of the atmospheric pressure, a superman's kryptonite trip

Unknown never comes out into the light for identified T birds & bees.

Coming out of the jungle of cement or concrete and asphalt tar babies.

In families or all alone, an odd bean grown in a petri dish, fertile egg

Of man & woman, random choice of good, bad & ugly as Hades' dregs

What matters is Me, a trained alter ego which goes where wind blows

Nothing can deter the momentum from here where I am to where I go.

I'll make it to the next day, I'll wake up in bed, I'll splash water too

In my face, my sleepy eyes blink, I'm still dreamin' of the cosmic stew

Entered on the stage during Act 1, my part was over in 5 minutes ago

Meaning that I wasn't really even in the play, I was pretending to flow.

Like a river, or a stream on the way down to the lake or ocean front

Beach near the water, the planetary sand is getting heavy in sanskrit

Assume this, Earth's spinning, wobbling, rotating in an elliptical orbit

About a burning, compressed sphere of gas full of nuclear fission sun.

Oiled and greased to decrease the wear of friction when metal's tight

As above, so below with the empty glow of photons moving to and fro

Mercy killing of the lambs and swine we butcher & barbeque back light

Heaven knows no more than ever, neither either, it's a hell of a blow.

We rode horses out on the Montana property, middle of the daylight

In the way we knew, by the only tree on the prairie, we loved at night

When I disappeared, when I was long gone, you missed me for a while

A red-neck woman I found drank beer all night, after I quit in exile.

You brought me home & kissed me goodnight darlin', this one's lcey

Colder than it needed to be but it was destined for the skeleton key

A three-lock-box WITHOUT a key, combination 36x24x36, that's it

Any other data or details all important to the theme of red dirt S#it.

Ice and fire always got the beautiful to arise from dusty slo-gin fizz

If not a creek, river or mouth of the sea, then it's the mountain top

Above and below the sky, blue from here, black from the outer space's

On your knees to know what it feels like to absorb the gargantuan slop.

A gypsy without a threat is the virus that infiltrates the minions' lines

Living Evil is the main event for struggle to survive between lines' fines

Mugging for the heads of the states with historical amnesia for a papa

Daughters sired by the riff raff, under the influence of your old mama.

Perfection rollin' along the ridge of the neighborhood, where it used to

Be or not to be a Hit on a Mark, you may be surprised by the loathing

It takes a minute for the motherless children to grow into a woke crew

Of students who are Marxian in rational thought, know what I know too.

Done with sons of the fathers & mothers whose kids crawled in mines

To dig out the diamonds from the walls, in mother Earth's womb signs

Dirty rocks rolled into the cosmic mix, precious gem reminder of a sin

Mortal, venial, original whichever witch's brew you choke down, I'm in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  August 2nd, 1956 Anno Domini #BrotherAlBirthday RIP BRO!

{ Got some cake here, I'm eatin' it too, #1000 IQ Moments in Sports binge @ https://youtu.be/AqvyzO3IPXc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GovernmentMule #BrooksAndDunne @GaryClarkJr #Springsteen

SMALL TOWN #420 BLOODY TRUTH CANNOT BE HAD, NO REASON, HIGH RHYME

I lied & I laughed, I believed with the blindest of faith, trust I give to Truth absolute, the bomb

Of the tiny mice and big, fat men who rule the tower of babble, it is the name of the ol' tomb

Your parents are AWOL, you're hungry and either beg, borrow or steal, The Life is on the blink

Not because you're bad, evil or mean but just because you think you don't ever have to think.

Speaking of the revolution, Earth's just another planet spinnin' around the sun?  So glad now?

Addicted to Nothing, need as much as I can absorb in a Chucky Cheesehead ignorant C.O.W.

Girls and boys in the rooms they've designated as with pants or with a skirt, one or the other

A mean tweet back in the 1960's meant that there was a nasty bird out of the nest, brother.

It may have been your mother or father, sister, brother, maybe a cousin or a besty old friend

Many or one who matters the most, all of them, every single individual who I will now offend

China has a billion boys & girls growning into mean tweets from the cyberspace of olden gods

Where do you send your army & navy if you want to protect the silver & gold from the duds?

Let us roll away from the hand like a holy bowling ball on a Thursday night, where's my dad?

He bowled with the shoes & the ball of his free choice, a league of firemen and truck drivers

Steal property of others who mean nothing to a heathens' bottom which only produces Hell

Fire that is modified by the H2O, dirt that's mutated by the androids who programmed a Fall.

Muscles & sinews holding the weight & mass together in a bag of bones to be or not to be

Buried, burnt, compressed into infinity inside with the insiders and just One outsider, Me

I am what has always been known as the End of The World, you're welcome, & I thank you!

For a word to the wise may be a phrase, sentence or body's volume of work, You, the blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i  #420 timing is everything!

c.  Lundi, August First, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Transferred out of the grey matter in this form, matter & form is all there is & here is the only part you need to get on with your Day, 50/50 chance it's your LAST...enjoy #IBelieve by @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunne the LINK @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#StickThisInYourPipeAndSmokeIt #IdontCareEither @DarylsHouseClub @BrooksAndDunne @Joe_Walsh @PatrickStump @SammyHagar

GIRLS TURN INTO OLD WOMEN, OLD LADIES & WISE ACRES OF SEA SALT

Seriously incapable of being at One with the universal Nothing

Prayin' on my knees or sittin' in my wheelchair, fear the dying

Called my mother & father but they died decades ago, that long

It's not my fire & not my dream to care about Life's theme song.

I go where y'all went or are gonna go eventually, it ain't my fault

You need what you desire, it's a matter of your Will to Power, so

Just put your inherited mind, evolved from the angels' pride vault

Safely kept inside, locked in a three lock box, it's all get set to go.

Caring about this & that as the death inherited from buried bones

Without a penny or with an unlimited credit card without a balance

You all are gonna die, everyone of the infants & elder schizophrenics

Even if you're a priest, pope, a nun or a mother superior, not mine.

Now & then, look both ways before you cross Chi-town's Damen Ave

You forgot & the car ran you over, killed you, nobody's queer slave

Down the alley after the movie's over, on the stop to heaven's gate

Noticed they weren't #Pearly at all, just hillarious combination fate.

Lot in the Space between your ears, yo' conscious mind, spirit souls

Whatever the word, the sound you make with Ma, L.A. to ol' Dover

Rare as the bloody words in the smokey woods, on good & evil roles

From 1st conception to fnal deception, it's The Ends, it's a rollover.

Altar and Scout, member of the boys' club, allstar athlete's old age

Playin' around in church's 'hood, singin' songs, deliverin' news' to die

For headlines that can't be bought by the poor & the rich reportage

Fame and mortality are equally forgotten in a flash, need?  Ouila!

Infant daughters needing and wanting what father's can arrange in it

Above or below this Earth's dirt, daddio will always be in the music

Not a stranger met on the street as date night swung, tic toc tic

Time movin' moment to century, already gone, down a middle road.

Hunger for King Tut fruits of knowledge trees, you never know chit

Maybe you've comprehended the Truth, maybe not, maybe, maybe so

In any case, you won't know anything the day after you die, check it

When you got an upper hand, can you smoke, suck & blow s#it up?

Negative words all written in red, in the good book, a boat to row

Before the slaves built the pyramids from ground to above the sky

Old stinkin' men enslaved the others away from the lakes and rivers

Nothing to do with the stink, they stank, we all stunk, heads bow.

Slow ride in a hearse or lost at sea, underwater or under hard rock

Omega in front of blinded eyes that can't see in the darkness' block

Behind a Force, high power there in a 3rd eye of an infinite love hag

Bad, Good & Ugly are the Beautiful forms of DNA in a jag's handbag.

Who doesn't die & believes you can breathe without air or 2 lungs?

Everything's set in the code, the RNA is the acid of Cheech Chongs

Higher than the lower eschelon, eyes raised above high theme's slap

Blinded by faith in the unseen, babies believe in ghosts, it's a trap.

Georgia to California, Navy, Air Force & Marines not dead, old '70

Men & women who gave up some of their Time on Earth for y'all

Freedom never was free, you had to snatch it from a Masters' Bawl

Now you know, Caesar and Cleo got you babe, cry, God's Dead Sea.

by

r j j  stephan, i  

c.  Dimanche, July XXXI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Kicked this little mama out at 6 AM while jammin' to @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunn link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cheryl LaPiere

Cher Bono

Cherilyn Sarkisian La Piere Bono Allman