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Monday, December 05, 2022

@Springsteen #IGotALineOnYouBabyBoo #SpiritsFlyinInsideTheFOG #Footloose @KennyLoggins @BlakeShelton @VanMorrison #WreckinBalls

OTHER TIMES WE DON'T DO WHAT WE SHOULD'VE

In the end, there's nobody there and nothing left over to recall what just happened
You & I deserve the Truth about this existence's shape, form and essence's final end
Not for any small reason other than we're innocent, conceived & born accidentally
Nothing anybody could do other than adopt me, infant orphan in a deep, blue sea.

Completed the complication by becoming a genius, idiot avant kid without the clues
A spirit foaming at the mouth without lips, just a soulfull of ice cold rhythm & blues
Keeping the signs in mind, sights, sounds, smells & tastes keep the bones' bipedals
Oh girl, souls sold out on love down on the river niger while smokin' cuban cigars.

What I am is the same thing I've been since afore my conception on Earth, invisible
Now my neck's been light pink sunburn to full blown crimson red, like I felt Hell
Man that was a cold one that I'll never share with another, nobody can call the hots
Man upstairs don't take no lip 'caue there ain't a ghost in Hades, lovin' the robots.

Dirty girls and rough boys grow up to take no lip just like their mama & daddy
Backwoods legit and inner city savvy make the princess love the pauper, a caddie
Just a fool chaser of babies who grew up into the reaper's wheat to chop ala scythe
Rocked yours and will someday rock our world's mojo, inner city & the Sticks.

I will never tell the Truth because noboy ever told me to go low for the fixed bets
 Git my lanturn & fetch my 12G, we're goin' huntin' up country, wild foxes' kits
I gotta get a life other than sleepin' in a comfortable water bed of roses all ready
Lucky I found out that we were just dreamin' that life was a bowl of cherries.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Freezember Vth, 2021 AD Lundi @ 2045 hours
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Sunday, December 04, 2022

#FearYoMama #AlwaysDigginOnYouBaby! #NeverForget #GodsNeverSleep #OldWorldDisorder #ChaosRulesSystems

I TOLD HER I'D COVER HER BAREBACK BUT SHE COVERED MINE
Inner thoughts regarding the moment you find yourself dead to the world, crickets?  That’s it?
Now and then in Time when you’ve run out of time, there’s a space in Space we all know, it’s deep
Way down where nobody but you can go, in a minute or an hour or an era, maybe an entire load of It
On the way to paradise or Valhalla or just the Void’s empty sights and sounds, no taste or smell of chit.

Where I come from is where I’m goin’ back to and I don’t know about you but it’s way too soon for me
I wanna be immortal, alive forever on Earth, the dirt I know, don’t like the ceiling above, I don’t know It
Whether good, bad or ugly, I know it is what it is and I have no chance in the universe of changin’ course
To return to the state before the conceived egg, the conceptual analysis is an ape and a monkey indoors.

No cages to confine you and your kin to the inner sanctum where angels fear to go or even come in a hex
On your death bed or just walkin’ down the avenue, we’re all gonna die, some in pain, some without Sex
Never had it, never knew it was anything more than a species’ enhancement of the invisible gods above
Warlocks and witches all know the reasons that beasts do not critique the mode of being, all about love.

Charity and selflessness are the qualities that enhance the engagement of the gods’ First Cause, what it is
Something unheard of but of the best taste and whiff of the known Unknown, cats in the kaboodle of fizz
Gummed up the works of the effects leftover by the unknown aliens from the moon & beyond cyber pings
Of mice and the men that couldn’t trap them in the game, changed the rules and drove hot rod mustangs.

Irking my mothers and fathers and their ancestors, as I promised to do since y’all cut my hair off my noggin
Baby boy of four years old, innocence disappeared from the barber’s chair, my grampa got me a choppin’
Like lowering your ears above your neck, a jugular feed to the goods, grey matter electronics fire in a hole
A quart of beer will get you here, a fifth of Black Jack D could be the loss of a whole God’s kin family soul.

Muster up in the designated area for the just judgement of the judge and here It comes now, to be judged
Weaponized brain, a mind that won’t stop the First Cause but It will be the Final Effect of the things in bed
All too humane or not, observe all other animals on Earth, nothings easy for any survivors of God’s delivery
From Nothing we all came, you call it a “Feeling” and I call it the Luck of The Draw, all me, perpetual reverie.

You and I don’t care if we’ve been enlightened by the clear light of Reason and now, just sliver of a rhyme
Maybe just in time, as in not a moment to waste with trivial pursuits of the mindset of the cultured slime
Unconscious or not, Matter in Time & Space is the crux, needs no fix, it is what it is, that’s all there is to it
Mothers knew nothing, justice was a ham sandwich, a huff & a puff blew the house down, suck hind teat!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c. Freezember IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 777 AMPST
{ Jacked out the mind of a Simple Man (moi) while listenin’ to Silence between audio apparats, as designed! }
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Saturday, December 03, 2022

WONDERIN' inside @Pink & SEARCHING, LOST IN SPACE BETWEEN NOTHING & EVERYTHING ELSE! it is HUMMING! Humjob of the Gods!

A CHOCOLATE ECLAIR NEEDS AN APE OR A YELLOW ROSE FROM TEXAS

I came out of it once, smellin' like a rose in cosmic, blocked holes, swallow to compute a byte

For me & you, it's a mystery but for the faithfully departed, it's a gospel's wine drunk grooves

Story recollected and passed down the line like a game of sub-intelligence extensional moves

In the end, it's as it's always been, stardust blown and surrounding the star, the One, the Sun.


All God is all we know, thank you sun, thank you moon, thank you mama & papa for the zoom

Into the bottom of Hades pit of carbon where the sun brews it's magic to cause a Nova room

Everything blown to smithereens soon will collapse with the force of Gravity's centrifugal force

I know nothing but I can repeat sounds that everyone recites and sings as if it's a mantra pulse.


Wonderful as it's always been to be in darkness when Light's blazing, star-blinding light for all

Smacked in the arses or in the faces matters much, one’s the end while the other’s God's bawl

Screwed the putsch or was it a pooch, in any case, penetration with a foreign object's air force

Blunt or sharp, a deed’s done, gods are loose like atoms in a sea of swirling menudo hordes.


On the top of heaven, above it all & below it all, at the bottom of hell, we all are the only One

Left over from a Big Bang or specially created lonely hearts club for one divinity's soprano fun

It's The Narrow Way to pass the time before total annihilation, a whole soul of God in a bonfire

At the edge of the cliff when there's no lookin' backward, jump off, jackin' the edge of a pyre.


One way or another you’re gonna get what’ coming to you whether you like it or not, lowbrow

It’s not for me to say or to write it on the cave’s walls, it’s all right there before your very eyes

Once you see and are blinded by the ultralight ultraviolet radiation from above and below, yes

It’s all downhill from here, it ain’t gittin’ any better than it was yesterday, today or tomorrow.


No agreement with you or a status quo, ignoramus or idiot parents, divine morons who rule

All of us know, we're all gonna go, we don't need the fear & loathing of the eaters of the gruel

Orphanages or happy homes with brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparental folks

Mamas & Papas of us all, cared for a moment and then it was a commitment without reward.


Dreaming that I woke up in a dream & could animate the scenes with my free will to be #Woke

Discovered the Golden Rule to do unto others as you would have them do to you & then croak

Bones and the organic matter will be burned or buried and won't return to Nirvana, now it's On

Faith no more, Charity and the Hope that Faith is the Truth are long gone, I am what I am, gone.


If and only if you know where I'm coming from, you know what I mean, words are symbols' kin

Used to write on cave walls & in the mud, the blood & beer until it all ran out, I stopped workin'

The rent and mortgages weren't paid, the land's lords moved us into the beggar's epic sad song

Beggin' for crumbs or bucks, outside the sad cafe of windows, now how you doin', it's all gone!


Bitten off less than I could chew so I waited for everyone to finish, then I dove into the menudo

It was overwhelming and then I absorbed it like a sponge until it disappeared, I became all of it

Somebody told me something, but I forgot what it was, racked my brain's mind, nothing at all

Finally, it dawned on me at sunset, in the pitch darkness, like God died, told me I took The Fall.


Then it was walking and running without a rudder, north, east, south and westward trek to gold

God left the Ends, the gold is mixed in with the cinders of burnt neutrinos' love, old school mold

Left over and just hangin' loose as disconnected threads of suit, shirt or slacks, just to pop cap

Shot in the air but what goes up must come down, life dead goes in a grave, stench of Godsmack.

Uncomfortable yet still copasetic, alone in a crowd of strange relatives it's the same ol' schemin'

Blues guitars, bass, rhythm and leads move' to the beats of the animal skins and brass dreamin'

Smoke signals replaced by the spider webs your mothers left in the bare cupboards, cup of java

All I needed was to drink H2O until the water all turned to wine, whining now, this is it, foreva!


by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER IIIrd, (3) MMXXII (2022) AD (Anno Domini) @ 0600 AMPST + or -

{Murdered the original creator & resurrected her arse (my 'dying' Lenovo laptop) for this final, little ditty to be free of the inner sanctum where it dwelled until I released it with the hounds!  All the while listenin' to the mighty blood runnin' from my feet to my crown, crashed the kit & kaboodle LAPTOP & will accommodate the BESTBUY, open the door, I got the cash, the wind is at my back!  I shall return!}   #ItIsDoneForIdiotsMoronsDorksAndYoMama

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