BIG ROCKIN' BOULDERS STONED #UpToMyNeck #NeckinWasTheThingBackIn69 #EchelonFormation #WORD #SUBLIME

ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

Higher than the rocks that gravity pulled out of the bowels of the uttermost echelons
Inside of our tombs where our dust and leftover calcium deposits, Smith & Jones felons
Farmers more famous than Amos, Andy or another Oreo Uncle Tommy blacker panther
Corked bottles, 41 soul shots before morphine into vinegar-gall, high cost, forget forever.

I was present in the past times I’ve spent since I metabolized the leaking golden dawn’s funk
It bounced from one place in Space to another until a time came to become junk in the trunk
Showin’ off the curves & the ways of a beguiling wobble and ooze of aggressive heaven scent
Before I was conceived, you knew me then like you know me now, you all knew what I meant.

Head is aching worse than your mother’s loins once she regained consciousness, consumed ice
Frozen stiff, melted or evaporated, the H2O remains the never-neverland of Eve & Adam’s vice
Claiming pseudo paradise lost ain’t found, invisible & ghostly yet all we know & all we care about
Beach boys and surfer girls roamin’ the Malibu, north and south, up and down God’s roundabout.

Certainty of only one thing is possible, we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive, odds are with death
Thinking that your consciousness is evidence that you’re alive, you come & go both in & out breath
My babies mouth’s need to be fed, it’s not the hunger games, this is serious as a heart attack stalker
One boogie man or witchy woman who have designs on my Time in this Space, sippin’ john walker.

Annie Oakley came into and went out of my life like lightening strike to the copper antennae I fly
All charged of positive and negative neutrons devoid of protons and electrons charge the blue sky
Chasing tail and gettin’ caught in the freedom usurper, it’s just the way it is, nothing is personally me
Details are understood, performance is easy goin’ downhill even when you got a spirit nobody can see.

Bouquet of chills and the stuff I couldn’t spill, all rolled up into a ball of confusion, a debt of the Red Sea
Herd of queens in the pistols’ gold and silver bullets, they breed and multiply geometrically all over me
I saw the corpses appear for a day or three, somebody’s other, unknown still all faith lost, eyes closed
For good means forever, bad means so much better than the best, then pretty ugly I got it all covered.

Better than it ever was since the Big Bang’s settlement of subatomic strata, #Woke #Awake #AtOne
Monkeys all had uncles and aunts who procreated the germs, it’s who we all are, facing one & done
I am the result of things not dying before they left a reproduction of their love and dirty water cache
DNA copied RNA from the One and geometrically progressed to the here and now we are, Oh Gosh!

I took all the pills for the high eye brows and low blood pressures of the Lord’s big boy, atheist soul
In the urn I’ll earn, or the grace I’ll leave inside of the coffin of dust and bones, leavin’ it all on a roll
Rollin’ sixes & threes just in case the skill’s not a wasted daylight time on the block, a hurricane ring
What my purpose is has everything to do with thinking I’m more than A Cause of zeroes & Nothing.

Surface of glass and deep down under the current near the bottom of the well, a holy hole aplenty
Blues’ soul & bloody heart flow wind and fire like water, liquid gas smokin’ to be the land of the free
Uncertainty breeds principles of first dates with the ‘other’ flirted with to merge a bag of 208 bones
Looks like appearances are everything even to the stone blind from birth, rhapsody playin’ groans.

Take these blues far away from me Maria, the sunshine hurt my eyes and the dreams all that I see
No light outside of me, I am all there is for me, I’ll leave nothing behind once I feel the need to be
Neither here nor there, name the place in Space, the historical Times of the good, the bad & ugly
Comma, colon, question & quotation marks, be Diamonds, Wisdom’s Bop mode, mind play hooky.

Sensitive knowledge of the sensitive kinds of woman in the species who obeys the wannabe inner elf
Magic’s all there ever was or ever could be, Fear’s all I fear in this hard liquor fix, shotgun-mix wedding
Got gold O-rings, double saw-buck for the license’s words, until death do we part, cool cat’s top shelf
Drunk on Kool-Aid, hungover at seven AM, off to work, the job I do, I am ONE, the guard of Sing Sing.

Seeing straight and loving the regrets, makes you cry & feel the emotion, I second that emotional sigh
For the science and religion of my mother and father, my education made me guess a wild one, I die
To be or not to be you must be willing to let it all go in the end, can’t be taken on the journey, stay high
Above or below the matrix, honor your mother & father, your diamond in the haircut fade to black sky.

By the time I got to Phoenix, the train had already left the station, I had to walk to mighty mountain hills
It’s the natural progression of the Ways and Means committee to get every notion you imagine to come
To your poor life & just before you die, be astonished that you & your mother are both “Of The System”
That’s the way it is & that’s all you need to know, father, you never know why it’s The Way, cheap thrills.

If I said it once then I’ve said it a thousand times, Love can’t be bought and it can’t be sold, hooker gold
Covers over and under me, in my cloud-like bed of coffin nails, who knew that’s where I’d die getting’ old
I knew, that’s who, just couldn’t tell anyone who wouldn’t believe the facts of life, a soul searching finish
Out of sight for a life changing experience out of the Dark, took one last stab, I die, you get dead @FISH.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, April VIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

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

#WhoTheHeckIsHellaMoronic #DeeperPurpleVioletRed #ThisMeansWAR #BugsBunny #BrooksAndDunne

FORSAKEN PO' SONS OF GODDESS’ WOMBS

A dead, serious side effect of living the life you’ve probably noticed is fleeting quick, full speed ahead

To swab the wet decks is a futile symbol of continuity of causes and effects, as if you’re asleep in bed

Yet, you’re certainly eyes wide-open awake & if this is a dream, WTH will occur when y’all get #Woke

Kidding means pretending that Nothing but the Truth is fabricated to deceive goofs, it’s all #NoJoke.

Being' frank with you if you’ll come clean with me, for a reason, you’ll be shocked & forget a holy exit

Crucified on crosses, uttered the ‘Why?’ word, recall I divulged a DOT of a matrix, the rest of the skit

Billions of old angry birds flying in hydrogen-dioxide & nitrogen, sunshine supermen yelling hoy-hoys

Grimaces and smirks of the holy men and women who signed off on the blind faith credo of altar boys.

You can’t see me but I’m undercover, there’s no way out of this closed set of Time & Space’s chitztorm

Out of the bowels of heaven’s gates, we’ve got the chatter between angels leftover by the Earthworm

You & your parents were not ill-conceived notions of a random separation of Love & Hate, it’s a dream

Morphed into the endomorph, a mutation of DNA never before created anywhere in the world of cream.

Justice which is an illusion of the inferiority complex inherited by the babies of fearful ladies and gents

To stay in control of the behavior of the population, fear itself is the way to behead the disobedient sent

To disturb the modus operandi’s essential function, avoiding the vacuum of the Singularity’s pointed tip

Stabbed unto death, sickened was never the issue, grateful, alive and dead, the record will never skip.

It ends the same way it began, silence, sightless, tasteless, out of touch but the stench of deadly BBQs

Future or past, it made the system flow downstream, from above and below the Alps’ and Sierras’ tips

Holier scat's unknown to the land lovers & aqua drunkards, full of the scat-ingested ingredients of ships

What we all are, what we ate last week, last year is just a whole lot of love down a latrine, if you please.

Early show or later than too late to be here and now, it all mattered when you lived, not when you died

How do I know? You’ll never know how, it’s not impossible that we’ve imagined this to be or not to be

No question or answer but there’s conjecture and that’s an educated guess of incorrections, #whitey free

All darker than blue, dysfunctional lack of Tonal dimensions with a Touch of Light, open Doom’s Sea.

As clear and clean as a dirty, rotten scoundrel could be, I cancelled my cultural train’s Fool, full stop

As if I had any choice at all in the matter & form of substance, presence, existence in the cosmic slop

We will become unknown once again, in due course of this trip on a spinning ball of confusion’s mud

Blood, wine, booze created God, as smoke cleared the way, sum of our fears was Bugs & Elmer Fudd.

It’s been said that we will all get what’s coming to us, a tautological fact that cannot be denied in total

If you’re alive then you’re gonna die, with or without the animation we attribute to immortal soul, pal

Friends, enemies, relatives, orphans & every other thing that’s all too human, everything is everything

Race is gonna end well, winners are losers, your mothers and fathers gave you this & that, it’s Nothing.

Colorful is your illusion, I’m blind, can’t see the light of the fire burning inside my heart and mind, son

You’re fired, you’re hired & you’re going to die of listening to your dead ancestors’ scree of being One

Or two or three, maybe four or five, anything’s possible even a dirty dozen or more, dead meat cooker

Seasoned and dehydrated into the protein sustenance of dirty dust, star cinders of a universal hooker.

Spirit was never holy, it was always as a noun or pronoun is, adjusted from dead to live word animation

Mirrors without reflections due to the darkness surrounding the matrix dots, it’s all ‘bout a Mortal Sin

We weren’t here then but we’re the obligated ones who have no contractual cosign of the function tick

All you gotta do is memorize the chapter and verse, deduce the conclusion of Maryjane and Tiny Dick.

Chances are slim that you'll survive your bodily extinction, it’s actually an impossible dream of a loser

Not you, not I or any rational being who has been nurtured on the seven continental drifts, a GD rocker

All in for the final call, it’s a full count & there’s two out with bags loaded, a home run wins it all for us

Lies about the destination of the curves on the back of my two hands, a pure truth, naked city royal fuss.

Straight up to the moon with Alice, so I ran the Dozens on Dolomite in Chitown, on Scat & Gig dough

Back stage with the roadies and the back-up, opening band of gypsies to croon the dirty sons of the Ho

Whining about your woes won’t exterminate the vermin, it’s a rat race’s original circle of jerkoffs’ sins

You & I, all of our mates of the species, we’ve been abandoned in a black hole, this is how a loser wins.

Put in exactly what's put out, not much or too much isn’t an issue, total every atom, up & downplayed

Rules exempt the master, suspended until further notice, the narrow way is clear, it’s a one-way toll paid

Over & under the tollways & freeways, cloverleaf expressways and turnpikes, all is a dream come true

Affair is intercourse, you’ve got to pay for a moment, you came, you spent your capital on what’s blue.

Monkeys all died, apes became extinct, all is dead that refused to think, predicated the pinprick object

Drove it deep down into the foundation of the base, bolted a sun’s supernova screw, a shebanger whole

High times in low spaces in subatomic disintegration, undercover disguised, hidden in a filthy rat’s hole

It’s copasetic I must admit, you’re the way, One way, there’s No way at all, I’m on a holy roll, I’m Soul.

Sweet girls I called baby, all of ‘em over 17, we rocked on a couple or three at sweet 16, but hey man

I thought that’s what I was intended to do, make love to the other gender, as much as I could, in a van

Or any nice warm spot near a fireplace in or outside, sleeping bags OK by me better in feathers & satin

Quilts keepin’ all Heat within, aw hell no, I ain’t comin’ back, up in & gittin’ down with it, I’m all in.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 4-4-2023 Mardi Gras @ 911 PMPST

{ Finalized finally jammin’ to #WayGone in a loop #BrooksAndDunne youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FlowingUp #GettingDown now we #Rockin

& THEN THERE WAS THE HIGH & TIGHT, SUGAR, WE DOWN TO FIGHT?

I just received the transmission and I’ve downshifted to overdrive into expresso-mindful Man herd
Highly aware of Things themselves and the essential nature of the One’s split into the mighty Many
Places in Space and events happening in Time, recollected as if they were just yesterday, angry bird

Can’t change the feathers once the code is manifest, impossible to mutate Doom of the holy herd.

Before conception is the precise way in which the afterlife for your soul & the others get in The Way
Of narrow paths without options, return to the original place in Space, your mama had One hot day
Grown men cry about it, get their wind taken away at double speed, like it’s supposed to be far out
To be or not to be the answer to that question, no purpose for random collisions for nowhere men.

American girls bear boys not only is Evil Alive, It Lives here & now, God’s fallen angels and the chosen
Empty womb without the coded egg for the sunrise and sunset, immaculate conception of One’s Zen
Sight without eyes, sound without ears, matter without the scent of aggression and solid ecstasy’s sin
Mortal immortals, come on man, a soul inside the head, skin, bones’ red blood, king of the lion’s den.

Part of the problem, I am what I am, not the calculus or trigonometry inequality of Timing, that’s all
Without Timing, anything can go awry resulting in undesired effects, some without passing the ball
Think like a ape, down and dirty, kind of mean and tending to go to one or another extreme entry gate
Double vision without disguise, I see two when there’s only the One, #Tigereye myself, all that’s great.

This and that gets old and never, ever gets younger than this moment, it’s here & then it’s all way gone
Without your permission, the world turns & you’re watching the passing of Time, project UFO i-phone
Aiding One’s way of Mankind into extinction of the species, the Way of the Wise is duck and cover it up
Babies, children, innocent and timid would transform into the destroyers of the grand illusion’s teacup.

Hope and Faith with the liberty of bestowing Charity on the herd, the Many, pour the sugar on me too
Highlights have been deleted from recollections, the tide has gone out to Davie Jones’ lock & load crew
Keepers of the oaths to remain free or die defending the children of the founders, including you all G’s
Don’t be a #DontBee, Do Be like your ancestors who squirted you here & now, an adorable angel fly- by.

Come closer to my voice’s whisper, it’s crying time now, the Truth’s our poison, you’re gonna expire now
Join us all, the rest of us are all at rest, just like the ones who used to be a 208 boned body of wind blow
Far out, far away from here, above and beyond where the eagle flies, out of O2, wings gone downtown
Drive the hotrod, drive the balls to the holes, front or back nine all fine, you got mine and I got your six.

Champions die just like the losers, out of Time in Outerspace, dull moment after a last huff, a puff
Dragons and monsters thrown into the inferno, dead fighters and losers of the sparking, red stuff
Turns to red in the Air, it’s blue blood inside the arteries and veins, plasma & platelets of God spit
Holy Water drinking is not allowed post mortem so if you ain’t dead yet, you all better keep it LIT!

Blond or a brunette or bald, skin in the dark is all immaculate, the accent of tongue gives you away
Where you’re from is where you were born, to the people who bore you, ancestors back in the day
Function of your calculus is the answer to the conundrums of human concoction, medicinal ennui
I wondered, until dawn brought the light, lost my sight, in a grave I lie, name’s on Stone above me.

Put yourself in your parents’ place, think about their sacrifice to see you through soul road trippin’
Knowing y’all would be all alone someday, just be all you have to depend on, it’s the honey drippin’
Ma & pa memories of the jewels and gems left at our feet to soften the mortal blows of four winds
Told jokes but I didn’t have any of the punch lines right, that’s funny, a comedy club’s unfunny sins.

Fighting to survive high assaults from the bugs & bad gals & guys who want what you got, gang’s Id
Taking it until nobody can take it any longer, then it’s the end of the breathing for the grown-up kid
Above and below heaven and earth, random chaos is the Way, to the end, the goal of the live player
Arriving dead will not do, it won’t give the devil HIS due, only you can pay the debt, God apple eater!

Love’s banks robbed of their digits, no need for hidden silver and gold, all alive on other peeps’ taxes
They work & pay for the low road pavement & the storage of life supplies for homer & marge shacks
Awash in powerful pot-ashes, a Doom settles upon your own awareness and then you return the favor
Fake punks miseducated in public & private schools, this is what you get, Genesis’ trip through a door.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 850 AMPST
{ Fished out of the Word Salad while listening to @TheEagle96.9 link @ https://www.audacy.com/stations/eagle969# & #ATearInTheSky link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygt3FyQRJ6I }

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