#GoneForGold #LeadUpsideDownElectronsNeutronsProtons #SunBlack #LeadTransmutationGoldenDawn @Kenny_Loggins @Daryl_Hall @DarylsHouse #MakeMyDreamsComeTrue @Madonna @Springsteen @TaylorHawkins

GOT HER BACK, NO SHEER SHAME

Becoming large-fat and familiar with the sugar that steals your will power to full power

Kickin’ ‘round the Truth #dowslow descending to the uttermost echelon of top shelf flower

Inside of the psycho-coitus’ incentive, there’s a thrust for the species survival, age no matter

It’s all about the energy that counts, raising the energy bags we call all too human shatter.

We’ll cry and we’ll laugh at the Times in Space when we think it all through, what we do

Cancel the humble pie, I ain’t the One baby, put me in a jacket because I know the fake #foo

Mama tol’ me not to come but I was disappointed with the nature of the young beasty boy

I came out cryin’ like hell was my friend & I had to go & breathe the air of Earth’s killer toy.

Better off than most of my kin and friends, not to mention the others, the haters and critters

Ones we run with like the devil and others we avoid as the plague or the latrine hot sewers

Monkeys live and die, all apes do, hairless ones too, 208 bones from the DNA into the boxes

Ash to dusty ends of the star dying, slowly but surely in a billion years of Earth spins’ ecliptics.

Music a bit more than you thought, to get the words’ meaning across to the deaf and dumb

Like me, it takes one to know one, I’m dead in the water deaf as a doornail & an idiot’s chum

I know nothing, thought I did but I was wrong, I cry, try not to lie unless it’s life or death’s call

I gotta eat plants that used to be alive & thrive on the sunlight I pretend that I don’t need it all.

I ain’t ashamed of askin’ for a #SitDown with a creator of God’s Heaven & this planet of dirt/earth

Is this all that’s left of being a star in the middle of the absolutely nothing but dead air? God’s It

Nothing straight up, makin’ out with the girls if yo’ testes helped survival of species, gayer extinct

As it’s above this dirt & rock, so it is below down to the core of spiritual souls’ empty, holy joint.

My father was in chagrin mode as he discovered my university choice of degreed philosopher

Without my genetic matter there is no me and I would have no you to ever have to discover

One is all there is but it’s everything in the thing category and the nothing form of All there is

Speaking in tongues to the foreigners, so they think the tower of Babel is clearly all that jazz.

Humanity and divinity merge into the whining you’ve heard since you were two or t’ree

Monks and monkeys have the hoods to become closer to the Divine, freedom ain’t free

Payment in full is required by your soul, your conscious spirit, if not mortal, on a tablet

Commandments to violate and be punished for disobedience, our Fate is a bloody debt.

Perfectly cut up with a knife slippage, found the killer, confessed to the weapon disposed

In the bottom of Lake Tahoe, on to your home of your daddy in the Poconos’ all but hosed

Idiotic morons mate, we ain’t in that subgroup, friendly fans are, they are what has been

It’s a teenage thrust to mate regardless of your intellectual capacity to care for all your kin.

Dead end street, you roll up in your @RollsRoyce sled, you were once last one on the block

Chicago & Laramie to the east at The Lake’s Oak Street Beach onto the Air Force flight cock

Driven deep into the holes they gave me, kids were made without dads knowing, fatherless

Mothers were the interlocutors & hid the facts as they were, as they will always be, arrest!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 1-7-2023 Anno Domini, Samedi @ 0711 AMPST

{ Threaded #TheMatrix this AM while jammin’ #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue to @HallAndOates

@https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Five on the Fifth of the ONE Janvier '23 #SStraightOuttaCompton #XXXrated #DontListenGetAClue #NWA @NWA @LindaMoultonHowe #GovernmentMule

COMING RIGHT OUTTA COMPTON’S CHLOROPHYL CONCOCTION

Above the glow of your hot blood in your bleeding heart, there’s room for deeper function

To be or not to be isn’t the only question for the Bacon nor the Bard, there’s one more skin

It’s very thin to cover up the blood and bones, flexible as the plastic and stiff as what’s hard

Usually too far gone to do anything but shatter into shards, once or twice, there’s a bell jar.

What you do when you fall down to the ground to get out of the rain, that’s up to you all

No more, no mas, it’s the ending of the story’s original line of fire, here & now, a last call

To the kids of the motherless children, orphans of gods on Earth, failed comingled spunk

Can’t drive in the parking lot, it’s full of the grub grabbers, dead cows formed, flat funk!

Mixed, menudo is all the same, every little thing in a big ball of anti-matter fuss & funk

As above, the black and empty is everywhere we go, grim inside of empty skulls T-bone

Society folks reek like they do, no secret scent of the flowers and the whiff of the skunk

On a trip without a ship, car, bike or board to move faster than my feet, carry me home.

Equation is an inequality and a fraction of the One, many times one is still the identity

Not two or tree like my daddy told me, it’s just me & you, a number one numeric duo

Fear spelled backward is all you need to slam the meanings, it’s all about RAEF-beats

Reefers on board, just surfin’ reefs, smokin’ BBQ’s dead fish, meat-life’s hooved-feet.

We’re the game of the hunter we don’t know, a specter of imaginary, empty, too high breeze

All along the Renton watchtower where Jimi feared to go, there were signaling dogwood trees

Thoughts of a thinker come into one’s mind and flitter away in a New York minute of soil sex

Rather be in peril’s double jeopardy than behind bars, in gaol or prison camp behind a crux.

Peter, Paul, Mary & the brood of non-sequitur arguments pro & con, all too human probed, dead

Not even meat to eat, funny how that goes, plant of the ants, all recycled mushy mish-mash bread

Made in an oven or just in a factory of creation from raw material to useful form of Life’s band-aid

Covering up open gashes and sore cuts and bruises, so the healing can resume the holy crusade.

Lookin’ for love and peace, hippy or beatnicky from way back in the olden days, came & long gone

Nowhere in this material world, barely in the immaterial recollections of the deception of i-Phone

As if you have the world in your pocket, in your hands if the charge is full function, yet you do not

Nothing can be the atomic fission and fusion while maintaining all too human shapes of divine Rot.

On rivers, oceans, beaches & snow-bound, frozen tundra, as if bad, mean guys kick a foot ball over

Goal posts and helmet heads of the symbolic angels of the Down, a touch and a throwdown a lover

Makes seven senses tingle even if there are yet, five or six, one extra above the fray, in a paper bag

Being nothing, knowing nothing is an omniscient being without dimensional form, essentially a hag.

From ma & pa, don’t know where they went afterlife but there under the rocks & soil, casket dirty

Undug from the moment of the Big Bang, now deeper than the unfathomable, fashion of the chitty

Banged the jams out of the symbolic cymbals and blew wind from the holy pipes, twisted & straight

It is done, a whirlwind of seams bursting, letting it all hang out, hip-hair hung down, God dang Fate!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Slamuary Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 666 AMPST

“On the corners with the orphans and firebirds who get called when the going’s way too tough;

Ridin’ dirty surf until the curls wane into air- bubble foam, full moon to a neon One, 51 card deck”      - - - - - - - - -anonymous

@TomJones @VanMorrison #HouseOfCards #PlayGamesWinLoseDraw @Springsteen & @AynRand #SamoSamo #LocalHeroes #Avatar @xteena @LeeRetenour

PEACE OUT OF WAR TIME, SHUCKS

Now, I’ve got more than enough time to say nothing about star dirt
The one only I live, not one you or anyone else in this river bed city
Came out my mother & father while in love with the flesh, got hurt
By bad guys & gals in the world I came to know in a city of no pity.

Now when there’s no reason left to rhyme on a dime, be, you too
Fool’s errand requires a dime to be pure silver without copper hue
A saintly valentine for lovers of gush, all too human lusty god crew
A three wish fairy droppin' dimes & caused the sky to mutate blue.

Modern yet mad as a hatter from Alice’s wonderland, pretentious Id
Part superego, part innocence, ate food-alien predators, I'm The Kid
Wonderful Hispanic cowboy with tan sombrero to keep burns away
Being enforcers brings antagonism from the bad guys Doc Holiday.

Curiosity requires RNA transmission to the genome, idiot extinction
By random pairing of divine forces to procreate or not, a mortal sin
Way more than love, living' a dream within dream’s nightmare mind
Outside of your skull, your mind’s workin’ a room to avoid the Find.

That you, I & every other thing in the universe is a game of a One
Nobody here now or ever before or later will be privy to being, Sun.
Highlight darkness’ lack of burning atomic matter, fission, fusion on
Nothing to see here, no eyes on a subject or object of predication.

Logic & reason don’t count, it’s just a mentally retarded act of god
Nothing to do in a middle of deep space, Jetson flight UFO hotrod
Diamond-dirty, golden dawn comes up stoned, outback yet no fear
Underdogs devoured with rice grown out foes’ fecal mud, closer.

Enter the dragons & the crusaders, that’s what you’ve got left over
Or set down at a desk, in a classroom or in your office, drinkin’ beer
Because you own the company you work for, atone employee lover
Self-knowledge of who I am, who you are, what this is now & here.

For once in your life, you followed the path to the end, seein’ it all
Spit at you when you came home from War, It’s OK, nothing special
Pitched my tent at the side of the roads until the sheriff knocks out
My cracked driver-side wing window fell out on the ground, broke!

Railroad tracks go to and fro, here to there just two rails for the ton
Big John or Little Joe came over me back when I was One, evil one
Predicates talkin’ for me & still I’m quieter than y’all, mama Brown
Down with the rest of the losers who won high time in Lucky Town.

Well enough alone, got bent & I didn’t let the cats out of the bags
Common denominator of every numerator one to nine, up & down
Hauling baggage that’s empty and yet full of nothing but bad air
Carbon Dioxide, monoxide, tan an ox hide, whatever, it ain't so fair

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@AynRand

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