#YouCouldHaveReadMyMind #ButYouDidnt #JellyBeansAllInTheOceansSugar

START OR STOP, TWISTED JELEEBEAN

Copycat of the DNA genetic code of the group of aliens on the dark side
Life on dirty Earth is far better being alive with the bones, above or below
It’s all much better than the empty space above & all around the dirt ball
Rocky roads rockin’ our hearts, mind-souls until the last outfit, that’s all!

It can’t all be just this, this is good but there’s got to be somethin’ better, eh
Nothing at all but the impression I got from the orphan child, never was cool
Constantly without breaks in the scenes, the life is what it is my brothers funk
The incident itself, it’s the thing itself that we all are, aliens to the God punks.

Descended from mud, blood & Nutbush brew, vintage vino & whitey blow
Disguised as the hippies and the beatniks who cared about the lower high
Below the underground down at the core of the beings who left us all dry
Out of cool salt water, fresh water & hot, polluted sewer water, UFO H2O.

I got nothing & you’ve got it all, according to your hippin’ hoppin’ in the zone
Twilight chill, colder as a witch’s hot teat, nothing’s free but ‘bama cell phone
Fill up with the Fool, dead flowers of THC from the tropical zone, Maui all blue
Deceit unto my eyes, both uptown & downtown, there’s danger on Rush Rue.

In the West, South, North or Far East, there’s free will here & now, all my way
I remembered what I’d forgotten for the last six decades, I was still ten, all day
Fell down & out a computer window, jumped twilight zones, evil genius amigo
Rushed to Emergency, too late be revived, dead in a box of ash, Homer Doah!

Had no platinum rock and roll, so she looked far away, didn’t care, diamondback
Snakes slither in & out the creator’s UFO’s born & raised in a holler back The Zen
Girl & boy, make moot points, overpopulate & expire in a puff, extinct Hydrogen
Troops just the motherless children, yellin’ like they can’t hunt the game, Track!

Flippin’ the Word from the soft to the hard as it was & always will be, What up?
Where’re the alligators now? I mean it’s later right now, y’all busted, spilt wine
All over the top shelf of the bottom floor, stain rug, cover-up a hurting scenario
I cut the rug, so what’s your dancin’ named? Fax of Life, my mama naturally, yo!

I got my yellow cake with the Philly cream cheese frosting, stacked my presents
Birthday celebration on the seventh decades days & nights, a speeding wagon
Red Flyer four-wheels and a steering handle for one-legged, shoe-foot dragging
At sea, any of seven of them or the dirty rocks we call planet Earth, I’m singing!

If I want your hands and your head upon me, I’ll let you know, if I don’t, back off
No threats comin’ out of me, I back up my Word, it’s silent & quite as bad as golf
On the run or just walkin’ away in silence without a trail to follow, I vanish, son
Ghost & spirit, nobody but two in the bush, I’m invisible Space-Time, have fun!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, @911 AMPST #FiveTwentyEight #TwoThousandTwentyThree A.D.
{ Trapped WORD this AM, as above, oh so below, #Roots radio jammin’ link @ https://youtu.be/H6b9yGRSJso }
F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

  

 

#AlanWatts & #FiletGumbo #RicePrinterFromHades #LooseLipsSingShips

ALL THE GOSSIP AIN’T GOSPEL NEVERTHELESS, L.L.S.S.

Y’all were never, ever missing anything you couldn’t do without, it’s all about War

No peace can ever be achieved by the conglomeration of the species’ DNA’s star

From the eyes or the odor-sensitive poly nasal passages, higher than a kite, I can

Wind up the map and take the rolled up directions to the bloody, iron steely dan.

Time is up, time out for everybody on every game field, expired infield & outfield

Watch and see the development, right before your very eyes, it’s a miracle’s shield

To cover my eyes & my vital organs between my head and thighs, it’s all real good

It has to be good because the alternative is either bad or evil, it could be my food.

I laid my hat everywhere I felt home circa 1971 ‘til 2022, played chess checkmated

Checked them & knocked the minions off of the board’s sixty-six squared & dated

Pawns behind at the front line’s defense, a good offense as above, so below flicks

Jacks & Jyls of all trades, maids in a row or tenders of the bars, just for the tricks.

Apes’ bones appear to be prehuman or posthuman, maybe both or neither, son

Range of life span for this life on Earth as we know it is between a zillion & one

Over and out of the Def-Com, in jest the whole shebang rolls like it’s hot cocoa

But it’s not, there’s a sweet, sugar bloody panic to terminate the river’s upflow.

New mink coats and diamond rings along with the jazz & blues’ backbeats silk

Off to the finish line, ‘round a final counter-clockwise turn, right on oozing milk

Horses, dogs or people, around they go, where it stops, nobody but God knows

Florida to Alabama & Mississippi & Louisiana, finally New Mexico, the AZ & CA.

I could have laid down and died a long time ago but my extinction wasn’t the chit

As if it ever could be, The Way with all the wonderful chit happening everywhere

Of America & it’s satellites on 7 continents, full of peace’s love or simply God’s sin

To be or not to be smack dab in the middle of the road, shebang comes to fruition.

Gargantuan models of promiscuous behavior causing broken balls & innocence

Too good to pretend that evil is anything but the scat that don’t go, mortal sins

Wish nobody had to recognize the facts of life, this accident is no divinity’s fizz

Mississippi River runs south to the equator, Amazon River to north, What it IS.?

Terror here and now before you meet your maker again, your father & mother

Both too high in heaven to see with my own two eyes, four with black shades

Swimming, climbing, flying, running, crawling, digging down deep diving her

Mother Nature and my own birth mama both had the egg, hatched me here.

There’s one way out, beautiful or not, it’s a holy, body-soul of a slow curve

Pitching in retrospect, it all comes down to the first to come & first to serve

Train rolls, get on or get off, no choice when you’ve done somebody wrong

Unintentional, flagrant fouls get the penalty, I think I heard it in a love song.

Paws off the ground, climbed high in the tall tree, top shelf flowers’ apex

Filled with the grace of the empty, vast Void of mystic fears of the perplex

On the job, on a knob, on trigger-finger to get ahead & win the game’s pot

All in or all out, alive or dead, eyes wide-open revolution, love’s what I got!

Free to die and to live like your ancestors, like ain’t no tomorrow at all, Man!

If you have that stone blind faith then why can’t you believe in heaven, blind?

In front of your face even if blinded by blacklight, you dread poetry, I’m a fan

Geometric, algebraic, triangulated in Trigonometric dots, a Calculus function.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, May 27th, 2023 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted during existence while being enlightened by @AlanWatts lecture link @ https://youtu.be/ivTYfOWXLmw }

#TheMightyTemptations #GoFish #HarveyWallbangersMatter #ItCouldNotBeWorse #MAYHEM #FATMAN #DoubleBind #UnmovedMover

AS IF IT ALL MATTERED, OPINE ON  FISSION FUSION

Sorrow straight jacket of tears, weeping & gnashing of my false teeth

Honoring fake unknown fathers & dead mothers who died on two feet

Workin’ days & nights depending on whims of customer service drool

Peaceful or hectic, either way on the timeline, everything will be cool

 

Being other than the run of the mill student, I had summer school too

Actually flunked English & American Literature due to evil men’s tools

Priests and laymen of the cloth bringing the idiots into a room of fools

Bringing darkness where there used to be pure rainbow, cosmic stew.

 

No pride for the lions, they stole the cats’ familiar refrain, here Kitty!

For once in my life or maybe it was twice in somebody else’s life I see

Here and now, right in front of my naked eyes with glass lenses in hell

Thinkin’ everything through to the end, a function of failure & survival.

 

Buying time without money here in Space is impossible, buck an hour

Besides the obvious fact of life that Five will get you Ten, all in power

Until your 208 bones don’t move on Earth anymore, you eat humble pie

If and only if you’re not in a straight jacket, we all just higher to go fly.

 

Woke up to smell the roses, had to get to worm’s before early singing

Hungry to metabolize the Earth’s squirming life, runnin’ & composting

Just a bird on the bush, on the ground, on a branch of a tree, all dying

Right there in front of a God’s damned hunting cats, feed ‘em hunting.

 

Die if they don’t eat but they’re full of the grain & filler, still need to fly

Hunting is not the way of the inner self, the DNA genetic bone marrow

Filled up with punks making out with opposite triggers, dead tomorrow

Kids grown into other mean genes of the matrix, time to stop the cry.

 

To live and die without a reason is terrible, therefore it’s gotta be fixed

It’s not just to be or not to be, it’s out of the question, it’s all hot licked

Junkies of Sauce & organic compounded chemistry, high ‘til Dey dies

Presume the best is the worst & you’ll float as cream to the top of lies.

 

I faked it once or twice to avoid the painless, suicidal suffering of Truth

Be told as if anyone else cares or wants to float above it at all, forsooth

And if I am wrong & I die before I find out THAT this was all a dream fly

Into & out of the atmosphere of God’s head, I AM above, let’s get high!

 

You gotta admit, sometimes you’ve got it & at other times, it’s caput

Got it all straight from the elders, ma, pa, tramps, gramma all toots

In my head, as if they’re still above underground, all in a Gameroom

Compartmentalized between hearts & souls, dream monsters zoom!

  

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May XXVI, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
#MARK #BlindedByLight

  *

 * Dedicated to an old friend, @MarkNason & One of my Grand Pere(s) Giuseppe (#JellyBean) Alfano #SometimesWeCry

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

click on the link below for the recipe

Harvey https://youtu.be/kFuCKDy2IFwWallbanger Cake