I KNEW THE HONKYS & PLAYED WITH THE MONKEES

FEAR AND TREMBLE UNTIL YOU DIE FROM BEING ALIVE

Briefly, gold's old as a supernova's dream of low blood pressure at the ocean sands

Brown skinned as the treasures of my memories in the photosynthetic backhands

Moves of the fours & twos, galloping, sprinting for the finish line’s invisible tease

Radical roadies takin’ care of the foolish follies of the bards and jugglers of seas.

Pining over Nothing or whatever came from it and went back to it, recycled ICE

Bones leftover, rotten beat of the meat turned to the wasted sheet, down dice

Over and over, ad infinitum from the fly on the wall to the underground’s elite

Ones of the many who found diamonds in the rough sand, dukes ready to fight.

Creed of believing blindly what you’ve heard, as you’re told, it’s too late for Us

In the middle of the stage play, a shaky spear of a night’s mare on a magic bus

Peculiar as the sights and sounds of the whole shebang to the deaf & dumb

Dumber than a rock which is stoned pebbles in utero, queens & kings come.

In and out of the things themselves, essence essentially of the whole shebang

Freedom inside your cranking grey matter but only indentured servitude dung

Perfection from the zero, absolute empty vacuum of atomic charms, I am here

As above and so it is below the justice of humanity, the ham sandwich & beer.

Professor Kikongo’s told me way back in 1978 or was it ’80, it is all the above

Penthouse or underground getaway from the sheriff’s outlaws, no peace dove

Here, now or ever from this point to the final destination, as a crow flies home

Even seagulls know four Winds’ block stardust, I can’t get clawed feet to roam.

Smarter than my encyclopedic recollection of the bits and pieces of data bytes

Silence is your key to knowing I’m right, I’m never wrong about superman feats

Your thirst and hunger for Life is the key to the immanence of the gods descent

Underneath Our coverups and beds’ spreads, naked Truth, 208 bones, My scent.

Time and Space here and now, ready or not, preachin’ to the children’s choir

Boys and girls all innocent and taught to fail and stumble without getting’ up

Learned to grab what’s in dead’s garbage can inside of McDonald’s wrappers

Humming and filling the air above with the foundation of dreads and rappers.

Sulfur and the ham’s burgers of Justice and Truth, professorial bad batteries

Unfortunately, I know nothing about Air Force’s of inertia, gravity’s collapse

Or I’d warn the minions to run until they find the darkness in the seven seas

They have the Hydrogen & Oxygen, Nitrogen and Carbon flow’s deep freeze.

Junk yards full of junkies, people who covet failed brain and mind functioning

Nobody knows anything, knowledge isn’t even possible, naught conjecturing

Killed the living, ate it to stay alive, felt the pain & distant kin’s hot licks’ tune

Tiger & lion movies gave away subplot’s climaxes, God bless the ph’qqn' goons!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-19-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{Drafted to #GreatestHITS70sEver link @ https://youtu.be/VhR5srjaM6o}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FISTICUFFS #PUTEMUP #BrothersInArms #SultansOfSwing goin' up to @EricChurch @Springsteen

CRAZY DIAMOND TUMBLED IN SPACE 

Tiny baby brothers I remember them well, baby sisters wet plastic pants

You know you’ve got it all together in the less fine art of selfless defense

Grounded underneath dirty, smooth stone or under heaven's cloud daze

Every 52nd week of every revolution in orbit of the star of purple haze.

Pimples of the pimps give the orphan girls one more chance to be free

Of the bad seeds that sprouted and tended to your reason to just be

Like everyone else, happy and free, as if that was a possibility of living

As an animal with a spiritual soul that longs for the shadow unknown.

But or if the tug on your chord is more than you can stand, just blow

Air through your hell holes created by the priests and preachers of ‘O’

I crossed my heart, I hoped to die, I promised I told what I knew, true

Winter, summer, autumn & fall of my skull and bones, fuck I’m blue!

I played the music, sang the poetic wordplay, meant nothing I sang so

It follows that I am not the source of the characters in this staged play

Micromanaged from behind the smoke and mirrors of the fun house Id

Walked & sat like Buddha, blessed with Grace, free to atoms & The Kid.

Atoms of the drift, the perfect immortal is never still born, out of insight

Thrilling & without struggle, blown to smithereens mind over matter light

Boys too stupid to use logical reason that doctors won’t allow any of ‘em

You got tumors, you’ll die like ones who don’t got any, dead to git some.

I know you know what we all know, she knows, he knows, they all know It all

Answer to The Silence before one Big Bang theory of everything, uncaused chit

Periodic commas abandoned, it all runs downhill together, zero gravity of a mole

From heaven above the dirt, hell below the crust down in the center’s holy hole.

Cold beer and shots of Black Jack on the bar, I came in every night for the hot fire

Warmed my bones, chilled by the ride on my steed’s wide back, saddled up a flier

One or two moments more, wait for it to get all tangled up in the purple and blue

Learned science from math professors, game’s over, H2O all gone, filet gumbo too!

You know splendor intimately, before your conception’s invention, before the climax

Blend of friction, ecstatic pleasure of only God knows WTF that is, orgiastic to the chit

Queens and the princesses who deal with the King of the princes, know the outer limit

Order the obedience of your creator, a genius being driven by the inferiority complex.

Burnt or frozen, it doesn’t really matter at all, you’ll come & you’ll go, nobody’ll know

Just because you thought you were so pretty & smart, didn’t mean it was all chine blow

Backbone shattered & repaired with Titanium rods, better than the old original lifeline

Head to tail, it’s all the same before and after I come & go, I’m naked, carnival of mine?

Day before mom met dad, I was nowhere, it ain’t my fault, I’m an observer of the gods

Destination is where it was and will always be, out of my purview, I see nothing to call

No prayers to the unseen, mentally imagined alpha & omega prehistoric, hysterical Fall

Divine comedy, a joke, Earth, Wind & Fire, shadows passed out on a platonic cave wall!

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rjj stephan, I

c. Samedi, 2-18-2023 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{@EricChurch #KillAWord on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/ta3r6l6HOjM}

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StepAside @TowerOfPower #OaklandSoul #MontyPython #TheHolyGrail

KEEP UP WITH ME NOW, START AT THE ENDS

Features of the creatures who prowl the ground & dive bomb to kill prey we pray

Just for kicks, there’s an advantage to just letting it be the way it is, in a holy way

In nothing like anything you’ve ever believed, there’s a blind faith in unseen ghosts

Periodic Fence for your mother & father to introduce your brothers & sister hosts.

Treatments of the burnt-out, funky monsters of all possible recombination of genetics

Always a chance that you’re right when you’re all wrong but that’s the job of the critics

To be or not to be the phuquin chit, as they say in urban suburban hip hop, holy soul sins

Wrong to be right so many times, it’s as if you have all the answers to unasked questions.

Heaven’s love is just the Time in Space you find a place, in one of DC’s four corners’ hearts

North, South, East or West, it’s all in the game of love, according to the key accidental parts

Rubbin’ off the ecstasy of your moms and dads who never knew one another’s ecstatic kids

Fishin’ in ponds & rivers that led to the Great Lakes, all that’s left of the Artic Ice’s flood Ids.

Dusted off my competition for the remainder of the equation of quadratic proportions, sold

Bought for pennies on the dollar just for the Hades’ jokes and pranks, silly with skill to get old

Stayin’ alive in the traffic of the mentally ill and perfectly able to be right and wrong every day

I’ve got a series of blows to deliver to your skull and bones, in every event, I’ll leave you a K.O.

Noise in the room or out of the atmosphere’s envelope around the terrestrial dirty and stone

Hip to be hip always on the flip, don’t ever attempt to call my bluff, buddy of mine, all alone

As above it is the way it’s always been, below it’s only hip before it becomes so damn passe

Full of the scat of the recycled skin and bone of the firm dream’s mental trips and fine arse.

You know what I mean, what I’m referring to is the animalistic philosophy of love and sex

Always a valentine willing to hook it up, like a soul train’s smoke and mirrors, spell it HEX

Magic rules and sounds of the music and poetry to heat up the spirit of climax, let’s ride

Upon racehorses at the Camp town races, all ride those bets to win, place & show stride.

I bred without purpose, without meaning except out of energy relief of the orgasm spunk

As above, so below, as I learned in the education of the innocence, fornicate with a monk

Meaning giving the holy innocent a way to enter the fray of Earth’s living bygones of the hip

Monkeys and other ape-like Cretans speakin’ the tongues of sailors and soldiers of fake slip.

Cut you off, sever your tie to the fortune of the random chaos rampant everywhere you look

More on that later or not, it’s a random chance, shot in the dark that you’ll swallow the hook

In your head, down your throat and through your perfection system created out of mud, bloods

Fine needles to prick the container, arms, legs, necks of the arterial venous peasant’s N-hoods.

Heartbeat keepin’ up with the wisdom and knowledge of the dead and gone, miraculous scans

On the days and nights I breathed in and out, gas of the Life, the best & only one I’ve ever known

Competing with nothing but my conception’s previous second, oh man, that was sperm my fans

Carrying the gametes of DNA, the strands of the protoplasm, genes swimmin’ in a job all blown.

Brooms to sweep the moves into the grooves, played fast or slow, the rhythm is all the boss’ fits

Like a spastic or drone of no free will, no decision-making skills, just a follower-drone high, barfly

Oh man, dream on about your kind of person, you’re that kind, not the second or third, for to die

Hands in the air, get into the groove now, no other place you gotta go, it’s all worth it, give it a try.

Beating the Tower of Power down into your Eastbay soul, with or without your permission, all in

Poker, craps, baccarat or the things themselves that get projected from the sand, smoke & mirrors

We call life, this reality of the sum of the functions of biological organisms replicating the division

On to the Ends of the world as we know it, like it was before concept, yours, our secret back doors.

Played the instrument without preconceived treble or base of the treatment, it sounded like OM

Early or late, the one comes and goes asleep and awake, not a problem of monkey society norm

Repeating the same motions & every killing skill of the thing, to be the fittest to survive being ate

By your bestie @AI the #AI you know, all you need, all you want, an eternally gratifying first date.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 2-17-2022 Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{Drafted while atoned with @TowerOfPower link @ https://youtu.be/vG6WMzcZvRk}

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W.W.A.R.D.?