#SuperBowlLVII #Winning #Losing & #PlayingTheGames #EyeWantMyNickelback

COOL CAT?  SUPERBOWL #LVII TIME!

Completely out of our team’s control, when to take a walk and what to mark as Space
Came in second but still a second motion to none but the One’s seminal hole of grace
Tequila helps nothing but the ability to retool the fool who runs the psyche, free Will
No friend of any dogs of war nor the canine who could be mine, your love of god hell.

Got over that episode of beauty & the beasts who eat the living when their dead Blues
Highlights at six or ten o’clock to make the black & white sox rock hills’ purple hues
Modified RNA by the aliens we’ll never know, the invisible ones that drafted The Word
As above, so below the flesh of the angels feathered the nests of eagles, flight of a bird.

Monkey miracles swung from the tree vines to keep above the sharper teeth of cool cats
Uncles & grandmamas refused to perish, survived to copy the code left over by the Aliens
AL some called him or sometimes #AI, the program for DNA replication #ala CoVid bats
Out of the hellish-type caves underground where the sea used to be before the H2O Sins.

Of Eve and Adam or whichever grunt applies to the Alpha genome, the eagle flies home
At the End of the story, last gasp for the things that will only become what used to be
Forgot about the whole shebang of constant light-noise, charade of top 100 Hit Parade
Y’all woke up in Timbuktu, fell outta bed, hit your head, my nest’s gone, All's dead, fade.

Perfectly at one with the Oneness of the solar system’s part of the whole shebang
Common ground or the complex abstraction of thoughts & recollection poontang
Sorry, but it rhymed and it was disrespectful and I apologize, please accept my cover
Up and up above the fray where you really can’t survive, just go & see to get it over.

Life was always too short for any form that was conceived and hatched from an egg
Virus, bacteria to all of us, you, me and all of the grateful dead and all of the yet to Be
Mothers and fathers of the final end, the super Nova comin’ later or sooner, I love Sin
It may be happening as we think and speak, taking it’s own sweet Time in black satin.

You changed again, you used to be the way I liked you, now I don’t like you, must be you
It isn’t all me certainly who sees the world like you never did, my everything angels flew
Aircraft of your backbone, yours on top of my own, made the memory to be my last detail
That’s Life your heart won’t know, lives begun Doomsday mama said, ‘ShytSonny! Sail!’

This ends well because it is a part of the whole shebang, it’s all academic to the student
Of the mice and men you & I have known through merging with the power of a Trident
Of Earth, of Wind and Fire to be or not to be the form of the elements animated by a ‘G’
Might be One or the Many, ticklin’ the 88’s, Nothing's fair, stars, Void, this completes Me.

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rjj stephan, i
c. Superbowl @LVII Sunday, 2-12-23 @ 555 AMPST
{ Grappled while listenin’ to a conflagration of #BornToBeBlue @ https://youtu.be/KR4cQXxSee8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FreaksComeOutAtNight #StopLookListen #MARK #FIRED #YeahYou @Springsteen @Church @DefineYourOwnMomento

JUST JUMP RIGHT IN BECAUSE IT FEELS RIGHT FOR uno MOMENTo

As above it is, so below it must be, leave a couple words out of it
An old saying of men and women who used to know then died in a spit
A frying place where my bones are buried underground, 70 years over
Remained upright for most of the movie that I saw, my eyes only too.

Horrible that the reason is logical, a repeatable induced deduction SIM
Simulated chips in a bag with a couple beers lasted a couple of years
High mountain didn’t look high, down on my knees, which way's up
From underground in caves of the mountains & caverns of the tombs.

One day it'll all come back to you so keep giving until it’s all Givens
Not a David or a Deborah or a Dick or a Jane, all the above are neither
Swam in lava Earth volcano, melted rock from an asteroid plasma Stir
Now you seek peace & quiet, in a violent scat storm’s Za-Zen-Sin sins.

Are you out of your tiny mind, fundamentals of your calculus are all
Of this and of that and every other thing we have names for, in the ball
Bouncing upon the ground or against the wall, play catch, squeeze it
Monkey hard or soft, if it’s nearly round as an imaginary sun-moon hit.

Dreamt it was all true but it faded away from the canvas’ paint oil
Smoothly glossed over to do it all over again, nothing else to do it
You’re the only one dancin’, it’s up to you, all about you in Rome
No partner to nail together 2 X 4’s that built your house & home.

Played in the water and the mud and the blood, it was very nice
I got out alive but I’ve got some memories and scars of the price
Hell is in the know & if you think I’m kiddin’, I’ll bet you a sawbuck
I know how to lie but I never do, if I did you’d never know it, awphq!

Got twenty acres and a little donkey, older than the forty years to get
Dead & buried with donkey bones of the early mules, donkey desert
What does that mean? It’s a stream of screwed-loose consciousness
To get bent you need to put hot feelings into an instrument of express.

Pride in your words, yo' feelings about what you believe’s ethical scat
Right and wrong of the good, the bad & so fugly is the gist of this chit
All about this in a mud zone, dirty & wet & comin’ outta Compton air
SoCal cream of the dream, so fine chloroform green of the North Hills.

I got a just cause, I’ve got the dill pickles for the ham sandwich pizza
What it was & always will be is what it is right now, I’m not your dada
Sincere apologies for the bitter ends of the stick, it was all a God left
Behind me, I refused flow of fission-fusion rods, too hot to downshift.

Tidal wave from the calm ocean that suddenly disappears in the hills
It’s time to run like a bat out of hellfire’s bale of hundred dollar bills
Getaway is what it takes but there’s nowhere but commingling I offend
Pitch black down there where Titans go yet some don’t, It Is The End. 

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, 2-11-2022 Anno Domini @ 0911 AMPST

{ @SuperBowlLVII #SuperBowlLVII predicting the #ToneDEAF absurd future 2023 for your edification link @ https://youtu.be/JRFIWnfb7H0 }

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

A BIG WHITE BALLOON #TisAllAboutTheBeat #SwearToGods? #GetOVERit #EAGLESlive #BallsAndChains #MindsInGutters #BitchinMoaninPitchinAFit #GetOVERit

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 FOR the timing of TAMED WILD OATS

Since the dawn of this civilized world of history and histrionics there's been an evil finale

Telling us all from the get-go that there was a reward for the good & a punishment flail

Uglier than the best of the Evil and the Good, just as you feel you're on the money, you see

It ain't your fault, it ain't my fault, just the dreams you had in the misery of my company.

When the angels left the outfield there was nobody on first, second or third, bases clear

Suddenly like a bat out of Hades, a bunch of screws fell into the gear box, now we fear

The shock and awe to be but not to have been a has been, ape-man monkey in the back

Seat of my '60 Chevy was good enough for your mother's love of the father in the sack.

Pawns among us on the sixty-four squares, this only you and I know, what it means to be

One with the original amorphous soul of this Black Hole, yes you guessed it, it's all 'bout me

Who else could it possibly be about?  You, people we all know and don't know at all, Saved!

By Jesus, Jody, Buddha, Krishna, an eye in the sky or the Secret Word One, yo-yo I'm dead!

How in the name of the creator of heaven and all the rest of matter, all of it's forms of Love

Not to mention the refused garbage and multi-colored trash of the rainbow reds and blues

Completed in a single moment, a breathing and coughing before running like greased light

I am what I am, like the sailors, soldiers & airmen who #KilltIt, a Superbowl LVII fight!

Hold your ears for the following, my innocent amigas an amigos, this ain't for innocence

Graduated to the Truth about the series of days and nights called your life, nonsenses

That the Earth spins and wobbles around in circles doesn't mean squat, come on man

Women know, the pain and suffering of nuns and virgins is where extinction resides.

Who would want that?  Who needs that?  Baby suckling for the months beyond years

To the ones who got me here, great, great & grand mothers and fathers, I bow my head

In gracious respect for your efforts to get me here and now, I'm present, you get beers

My tab, until we're all drunk on beer hall putsch Black Jack D, No Fear but holy Fears!

Brought sisters back from brick walls in our faces, you didn't see it comin' as fast balls

Down the pipe and swung for the seats, got the sweet spot and sure enough, cat calls

 My life and my word which means nothing but what comes in one ear & out the other

Air, flow of the gas, what made us all, you get what you give, ad infinitum, my brother.

True love though, always back to that, if you had it you'd understand, it takes changing

Your life, my life, their lives all of the mental, psycho-social heart yanking & banging

Warning Will Rogers, that just wasn't enough of a warning, no poetic story weaves

Love gained & lost in a hundred revolutions, that's it, 3.14 in the sky, Soul Leaves...

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XXIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMEST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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