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Sunday, March 19, 2023

This day I left for the WAR back on March 19th, 1971... LEFT CHICAGO HOME FOR GOLD IN CALIFORNIA! GOT IT! #MumsTheWORD on #Ineffable #Fword @AlanWattsZenZero

RHAPSODY IN THE AZURE RAIN

Carrying the whole load because that’s the way I want it, forever your hunter
Prey can’t even pray that the hunt is fair, they have no need to pray to the sons
Father above and below all of the things here and now, cement semen of the holy
Creative animation on the stages of the legend of your heroines’ and hero’s wars.

Blame me for the intrepid way that is too narrow to easily navigate, tight squeeze
Through the cold winter nights, walked, killed, survived with thanks if you please
God’s mothers & fathers of goddesses combined inside of a DNA code’s little bird
My whole world left me without you when you left without a word, here’s A Word.

Poured the naked skin and bones inside of the wool & nylon, keeps fire superhot
Fiddling with the widgets leftover by the beaten losers of the wars we won thrice
Battles and a sortie or two is all any force of the land and air can do, H2O at sea
Salt of the Earth everywhere you look and go, nobody gets away with the pepper.

Shake like a rock getting’ ready to roll down a mountain, without wings or brakes
A crash is inevitable as soon as the unmoved mover moves an iota, for God snakes
Pinned up on the wall, secured to the side of the Fridge, getting’ rewards of chunky
Chunks of chocolate to encourage surrepetition, like a Pavlovian dog, a funk monk.

Symmetric yet uneven lines from One dot, the one point almost missed in the dark
Who wants to be wrong when you’re fortunate to always be correct, ready to snark
Full light, scorching my back and the top of my afro, picked & teased into a bubble
Kink curls provided you don’t mind pseudo-folliculitis corkscrewin’ in your neck.

Sometimes, no all of the time, we cry because we’re a baby all grown up, sob, sob
Going got tough and you dropped all your defenses to get whooped by a wimp mob
Therefore, eat humble pie, carry a sharp invisible sword, wield as escrimaderos do
Swings from one to twelve, up, down, crossways, thrust into the solar plexus blow.

You want to live and die without crying but you began first chance you got to whine
Getting the nipple of a bottle or a pacifier of rubber and plastic, a cute, first bitten
Twisted the cap off to get more than a squirt per suck, guzzled the cow teat juice in
Always with me and with you, either a teat or a rubber nipple to go, an original sin.

Simple before geometric progression program begins the animation phase of Mind
It’s all in there, within the mind up in the brain, it’s in the skull’s head, easy to find
Silence, eyes closed yet wide-open, allergic to looking in the mirror image of dead
By hook or by crook, inside the nooks & cranks that I can’t remember, I’ve existed.

Maximum beats and rhythm from the bobbin’ & weavin’ to sing about sunny sides
Of Earth, men and mice that waited all night for the cock-a-doodle-do, slow rides
Dreams came outta nowhere & faded back to nothing special, crown of a wreath
Oh no, it’s all of my long gone preachin’ about gold drips off my skinny bone teeth.

Fools know who they are and it takes One to know One, it’s a cross-boned divinity
Honesty is a lonely word as are all of the other words in the vocabulary thesaurus
Truth, is another word like sex, love & death words to sentence the species to end
Extinct as if there was never presence at all, history delete, restart, reboot friend.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-19-1971 {day I left the world of my mother & father} 51 years ago

{ Fleshed out the bones on this ditty while jammin’ to @DarylsHouse #Fools with @Diane_Birch & the #HOUSEband link @ https://youtu.be/6q7jt27OD24 }

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D A  B E A R S

Saturday, March 18, 2023

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, WISDOM, POWER, IGNORANCE, I'M TOO HUMAN, EVEN HEAVEN KNOWS #SHAT #KORN #NICKELBACK #NUGENT #MavisStaples #Respect

TRIPPIN’ BIG TIME, WORD UP

Look deep into my eyes for now, neither your crew nor my one & only mark the spots
To be here, there or anywhere in the middle of your hodge podge menudo strung out
On bags of glue to sniff, dust of flowers & their plants, fermented or from Barney’s still
Hold up your hands above your head as if you think there’s power above you, Big Chill.

Space between us and the next thing itself is infinite and non-existent to the mind’s eyes
Inside of your head, deep in your bone marrow’s DNA/RNA complex, there’s an ape within
You don’t know it & can’t sense it, no insight about it, no way to be or not to be over here
Of the authority of vermin and human, eaters of the planet’s mud, drinkers of blood & beer.

Forgot about it, once or twice recollected the memory of what happened prebirth, a shot
Inside of the vacuum of a dark, wet prison cell, safe from the world of lines and a polka dot
Trigonometric triangles of inequality, being either more or less but never as it was, as a One
Series of alpha-numeric scribble on cave walls or parchment scroll, wasted internet sub-fun.

I got you and the rest of the whole shebang under my skin, it’s this small capsule of grit
Left over from my ancestral heritage, all random collisions of love & force of orgasmic chit
Bang for the buck understood as the value of your gold being equal to what you get back
Income accounts payable, you get out free, nobody gets out of life alive, not even a hack.

Computers or nothing but a pencil & paper to figure out problems everywhere you look
Taken away by the angels that nobody ever sees comin’ or goin’, it’s a mythological crook
Trying to steal your freedom to walk upon the compound dust thrust from the sunny star
Mi amigas, Tequila Margaritas in Shambala, headed there all along, now it’s way too far.

Gypsies workin’ miracles with magic potions and prophetic guesses about the obvious art
Of War & Peace upon stardust mysteries underfoot, can’t get up and over it, from the start
Jump, excited my atomic substance into nowhere I can ever return to, gotta go without soul
Nobody lives without a soul, you die like your kinfolk & descended scrotum seed, egg’s foal.

Powerful & powerless, songs sung and can’t be comprehended by the language of Tongue
Plugs spark to burn the chaffe unconsumable soul, holy God’s forsaken dream of the Dung
Buns to cove the raw meat, burnt meat or soy bean feet to avoid the starvation bell ring
To be hungry, so human, y’all gotta be stillborn-starlight, annihilation all by Itself, Nothing.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. 3-18-1971 (I know it’s 2023!)
This, One Day I got lost on the road to Shambala!

{ Groovin' out the matrix LISTENIN’ TO @Bruce_Springsteen #Devils&Dust on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q & #TheMidnightSpecial 1980 etc... link @ https://youtu.be/KX1WMqdSSck}
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Friday, March 17, 2023

#PerfumeLipstickOnAPig #MyMaria

FORM & MATTER IN 3.14 SURREPITITIOUS PIE

Boredom with the causes and effects of the matrix leads to desperation of ID
From the superego & the ol’ ego that I am, there’s an ignition of the star god
Blown into a supernova, without the aid of mankind, it’s just not all too human
It’s definitely out of this world, here & now we currently immerse in mortal sin.

What’s a mortal? What’s a sin? Come on man, what’s a dick? Your original sin
In a moment the finish line crossed will end the race devoid of soul searchin’
Fools and their ham sandwiches think for themselves, not for the commander
Above & below the steaks & chops for the BBQ & the coitus interruptus, caput.

How long can this go on? Not long enough for me, I’m enjoying the chopper ride
No helmet, hair blown back like stiff sticks comin’ out my head, from a law I hide
Punks & upstanding citizens all related to the herd of flesh & bone without fate
What in Hades can you mean by, “This is the only way to heaven’s gate.”? Hate?

If you don’t love it there’s only one alternative, I hate facts of life & megadeath
Lean toward the wind to get the maximum blow-back, it’s drag & draft the sons
To battle with one another’s sons and daughters, all ignorant of the conflict tiff
Slicker than pitch-black ice, shattered to smithereens, an atomic neutron spiff.

Continue from the final ending of the thing itself, it’s substantial essence of Id
Desire and need mate for everything, everywhere, all the time, forever on end
A Man, A Woman, accidental collision of atoms in Space, procreating it, the Kid
To play games with or without following philosophical rules of an chit we send.

Tweet on your face’s books, write upon the covers and in the margins of Word
To find out what it means to be or not to be, Sir Francis Bacon wave of a wand
Imagine well adjusted mankind, be creative although it’s impossible to be, God
Still strive to be perfect, behave perfectly with the good, evil and the butt ugly.

Are you in? Are you out? #ShootTheMoon #ShotsInYourSkin, God finds the way
To get in and out without anyone knowing there was a visit from a star, One Day
Unified theory of relatives, Form-Matter hopeless new leg to run on ad infinitum
Way back in time, our ancestors had none at all, all died #WOKE, evil and dumb.

Funny as the tragedy of comedy so far away from your mind’s eye, it’s invisible
Hilarious and without ennui from alpha to omega, light astral foam ring a bell
Recollecting the memory forgotten for the challenge of playing Chance’s game
Freedom to choose, free will to pick winning & losing, I am my claim to fame.

Sung words, blew horns, sawed fiddles, beat animal drums, metal cork the hole
In the cave, on walls behind the firelight, the things themselves form from coal
A hunting they will go to kill, which way is up is all they need to know, corpses
Big women and small men mate and get what you see, people of the menses.

Ultraviolet blue blood spilled crimson in war and peace, by accident or intent
Shook the monkeys out of the trees, shocked the cavemen’s holy inner sanctum
Mama and papa cannot provide the expertise of divulging the unknown, Word
Silently whispered in our ear at birth & before death, now, Wake the Phuq Up.

Linked to the cube, all six sides around me, I’m in the center, you are not there
Next thing you know, you’ll be forgetting the Truth as you know it, how you are
Umbrella prevents the hardened rain from splitting skulls, knockin’ dummies out
Out of dirty ground, bury us all, God’s mother Earth man, what she’s all about!

Part of the equation when everything on Earth is unequal is an inequality upset
Who wins the big bet on the #MarchMadness pool of mankind running to & fro
Nouns & verbs involved in the predication of hound dogs howling at a full moon
Hustle your ma & sister, not your pa & brother, you are a loon, the mob’s goon!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. March XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #StPatrickDay

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyMaria by #BWStevenson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ewyu4dIVj-8 }
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