#PayAttention or #GetHitByABus #RunOverAtTenToTwo #CommuningWithMusicPhDz #MakeMeWannaHollar #FINSup

WEEZIANA & MISSISSIP, SUAVE'S MUSE-DISPENSED BLUEMOON ROCK

Your mother is the Earth & father will be what you turn out to be, the One in the hot mud

Meat and plants for the food, eating the things and turned the dirt 'fore we broke the bread

Baptised by Father Hawk at infancy, confessed & communed by seven, tended altars of God

Of the priests & the church mice who stayed in the holy, cold hole with candles burnin' hot.

Why did you join the military service of this country, the good old USA, stolen stank confusion

Truth and the justice you don't see half the time, it's 'cause there isn't any such animal as a Fin

A man or woman listenin' to the concert in stereophonic sound from Bose & Marrantz' on fire

Ceremony just for the Hehl of It, like a sacraficial lamb, killed, murdered, annhilated on a pyre.

On the floor, out the door, there's only one way out of this regardless, off of holy mother teat

Harmony of Ma & Pa when I was a baby boy, pops held me, changed me, ol' mama groomed it

Slid down a brass bannister in God's house, an altar boy's second serving, Mass of changed chit

Sacraments to sacrifice a savior who saves by dying, incarcerated, terminated God's little feet.

Teenagers gettin' ready to drop a dime on the world, new babies ready to pay tolls of the One

Mississippi so pretty in Biloxi, bars included, blond platinum, me, you, the pitcher, son of a gun

Then I was all gone to Montana, sweet ice tea, honeysuckle on the porch, oh wait, I forgot chit

Predicated words, all sounds that they are part of, all meaning ambiguous bull scat, a tizzy fit.

God's beatin' the animal skins and the metal or wood blocks as if it's a call of the wild shots

It is but it ain't, everything will come out in the wash eventually, we'll all see the End, cease

It's over the moment you have no conscious experience, no mind, no brain, no body squats

Therefore, play your little jive derrieres off until the last call for your chips, I'm all in, PEACE!

Mother & Father all in on you & me, rape or love, your dad's your mother's dad too, holy sees

A miracle that the situation is critical to our happiness yet ignorance thrives in the petri dishes

Inside the auricles and ventricles, warm love flows away from the empty safe place over here

You ain't seein' the Truth if you see something other than nothing at all, WTF is this god fear?

Before our conceptions, we ain't a soul or a body, after we're a body with an invisible soul

Matter and form, moved from the First Cause tot he presence of Oneness here in the hole

Between moons, other planets, other stars relative to our own that's 93 million miles, Dick

Feeling the vibrations and training the hands to orchestrate the groove of strummin' a pick.

Milk chocolate mother's leche to the formula concocted by idiots and morons, First Causes

Boddhisatvas comin' from the boogie woogie and excercises in runs and chords of an adept

Musician from above or below where your groove moved your mind's fingers, Simon says

Do what I do and let what I say go in one ear and out the other, excreted program of Pez.

Candy sweet and the only company I wanna keep in my casket if I get onw, a Swisher Sweet

If and only if you learn the rhythm of your mother's heartbeat & adapt to the dark, discreet

If is a big word but IF you learn the R & B of her soul, girl, woman, a young, an ID evolved 'em

Screaming about your t-shirt of words and pictures of compact discs' replicated ad infinitum.

Got that super Ego flyin' in for an upgrade, a new moral imperative from the fool's of paradise

Get this now, God created everything, God will destroy everything, it's not personal, it's a Star

All stars do is a matter of analysis, fusion or fission of atomic peace, sin of an evil genius' ghost

Think I'm woke, then I'm gone, just like that, no fault of my own, woke up, fine Columbian fist.

Whores hookin' & stiffin' the marks & regular johns who star in the book of liars, gold starship

From the holy caves where all the crystalized secrets lie in wait for an ignorant mutha's hot tip

Hunker down with the regret you've been granted by universal pride in skin color's 208 bones

Pretenders' family tree, full of simply comlex, useful idiots with a Cod God hacking cell phones.

Sisters of the Faith, Hope & Charity just the girls who won't reproduce all too human DNA acid

An evolved form of reducing the gene pool without wiping out billions, bless the holy women

Saving us from a life imprisoned within our own head's mind, #moonrockin' pickin' & grinnin'

You know & I know, Earth revolves & orbits, catch the ball, hit the ball, throw the ball, I am ID!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini ala 0830 AMPST

{ Cracked this egg open, yolk & cytoplasm escaped while listenin' to @DrewZinggBand guitarist extraordinaire of @SteelyDan  #MaskUP link @ https://youtu.be/ZkJALto80_w }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TowerOfPower50Years #AintNoJoke #FoundTheOaklandStroke #SmokeLand

THIS CAN'T BE THE WAY IT IS FROM NOW 'TIL THEN, YOU BELIEVE HOW IT'S GONNA BE ?

Set in my 360 degree ways around the circle of life, it's a geometric figure of The Happy Lives

Mind over the matters left over from the forefathers and mothers of a brothers' wives' hives

More to life than what you & I can see, therefore, blind faith is a necessary condtion of bread

Or just seven shots of Tequilla on a dare, no more falling down, hit my head & dropped dead.

Lost and found it in the words I never read, just thumped hard down on the paper & ink blots

Nevermore will this way be the way it is for me right now, it's the best it's ever been, for tots

Little children up to the time they get to the place in Space where you skip to the Dead's Sea

No step, no cliff off of the mountaintop, just a whimper and frozen stare at farewell's eternity.

Special operation for the miracle to divide and conquer the mates of the queer folk, last gasp

For the air ain't free to me or to you or anybody here, now. way back or up ahead up your asp

Snake is what I meant not what you thought you read, that's what YOU said, it's written in red

Like the color, the hue of blue blood when it hits the oxygen of air, leakin' 5 pints gets IT dead.

Summer ends, Fall sways to Winter & onto another Spring, for better or worse, it is The Way

Slow ride in a Hearse only if you're lucky, it may be just a dumptruck at a recycle of the Play

This momentary lapse of rationality for the sake of avoiding the insanity thinkin' you're crazy

Of course, you may have found the secret to Life, temporary, never infinite, it's Why I'm lazy!

At one or at rest, ready for unavoidable cruises upon a hot mess of uncertainty, on autoglide

Came into the egg with the gamete of evolved, divine laughter about tickets to the other side

Ain't for me or for you that the Truth is hidden, there is None, that's why it's a secret hideout

Inside the womb room or the 3-Lock Box, tight as a drum so the spirit don't get try to get out.

Monkeys with the pox or without them, maybe Cro-Magnon pox is the problem, Nothing fixed

It's all the same before & after you get a chance to be conscious of your existence, got your six

You need One to be concerned for your punk-ass when you ain't lookin', shape matter's form

More or less the Truth about Justice is that it's a ham sandwich on white, to feed a tapeworm.

I held her closer than my skin on my own bones, inside of the blood flow of mercury red, I am

No more than this I can see or believe, just her, who I see and feel, I believe & I think I know it

Apemen or men of the gods, all the same dirt & bone in a bag of thin skin, amazing grace scam

Giving it all and getting nothing in return, It's the name of the game, then It's all over, a caput!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Created from the dust of my thought, listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #IBelieve #HappyBirthday @Gregory_Stopka (CuzFromChi) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#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.?