#Pathos & #Comedy #AtONE #BushWhacked #UpDown

IT’S ALWAYS A GAMBLE TO PICK & GRIN RIFFS OF THE FRETS FROM GOD, CHECK

Broads from the streets of the Windy City they gave me to walk & ride in, boulevard or avenue
Dead end street of my father’s house put me in position to win, lose or draw on my own time
In Space at large or my own tiny room of four corners, there’s nobody like me that knows it all
Safe in gargantuan midgets of the psycho-social apparatus that makes us all pay in full to fall.

To know the Truth is to be #AllIn on the final bet of the wager, we’re all gonna hit the road
Maybe today, tomorrow or some distant moment treating you to freedom & liberty sold
Out of the chains from the bottom of the slave ships that didn’t sink in high waves’ H2Os
Atomic and molecular as everything is, Nothing has none of that, devoid of suck & blows.

Yet there is exogravity to keep our love alive & above the ground, below the empty rattrap
No cheese please, offering nothing I worked and saved for, hobos and bums get high #Slap
From one coast to the other and border to border, taking all night is fine, all’s now #Wokez
Punks and miscreants got the majority of power to cause the matrix to humph-up the folks!

People are whispering, talkin about us because they don’t know best Budd friends talk too, ha
There always was a chink in my suit of armor, it’s what was programmed in DNA man, come on
Drunk or higher than a kite that’s almost too high to ever come back down to Earth’s holy dirt
It’s all we’ll ever have, ask any astronaut or cosmonaut about blackness’ Void, smile can’t hurt.

Imagination and sensory perception create life as we all know it, existence is happening as it is chit
Dead air with no audio seeping into the vacuum, it’s OK that you know before you turn to landfill
She was the sensitive kind before I told her that I loved her one night, then there was nothin’ like it
Sixth and seventh and an eighth of flower senses fuming into the chaos’ flow, upstream, downhill.

Life is shorter for the budtenders who move in and out of the high rooms above the fray, elevated
Mere men and women have come and gone, others aren’t even created yet, sooner or later to be
One with a world’s consciousness & being alive in the middle of nowhere, not far away, it’s a grind
Hot as it goes, sometimes cold as ice, like your feelings for me, my true love invisible, hard to find.

I ain’t swearing on a stack of bibles not just because the bibles are bull’s scat but ‘cause I’m the chit
Meaning nothing more nor less than the random recombination of my mama’s & papa’s holy code
Meant to be or not, true I was an accident of timing, it was supposed to be a rhythm or a rhyme pit
Couldn’t douche me out of my first cave at all, about gettin’ lit up, Saturday night’s Taste e-Freeze.

Without that night of my ma & pa makin’ out in the back seat, I’d be way gone down the drain, oh man
Serious as a mortal sin, they had to get hitched to make me a legitimate child of the creative origin plan
How I got here was a moment of uncontrollable, passionate friction for the beauty and the beast-daddy
I’ll rock on until I’m way gone too, just like them & the beautiful men & women before them, all my kin.

Never going to hear this out of my hole in the world again, therefore follow my bouncin’ balls in utero
Attention of the brain & mind first then data retention and computation resolution, a suckin’ low blow
From out of left field’s dreamscape, smoke forms into the shape of the things themselves, all in a D-cup
Eyes closes or wide open, your bang for your buck is spent, play axe, rip riffs, shots flowin’ jacked up!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, III-XX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
( Kicked this out jammin’ to @GlennFrey #IFoundSomebodyToLove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bgkWFrczwYs }

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 }

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

D A  B E A R S

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}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?