NORMAL FREAK ACID ORANGE SUNSHINE #PopACapPop @WARtheBandLIVE @BBKingLIVE #GhostTown

ONLY ON THE ONE HAND & NOT THE OTHER

Once upon fake fear’s time, I woke up in a dream, it was goofy but there was a war of machines at battle

For birthright to do anything at all, Will to Power could achieve by force without fear of kissin' a little
Nothing personal but the herd is the people & like cattle, they’ll follow rear-ends ahead, just sayin’, done
Not that it’s right or wrong to do, to follow the creed of an unknown dead man or woman, no good reason.

Now & then, this & that must be put in places, in one form or another, alive or dead, above or below fights
Science & Mathematics should get you involved in a matrix long enough to accumulate golden right bytes
Completely complex beyond the range of superhuman comprehension, gas blows middle of a glow, here
Blues run through perceptions & recollections of the program on a screen’s door of perception, no fear.

7 wishes to meet the origin of Cosmos, fact to face without watchin’ bullets fly by my eyes, powder flash
Shopping scams to weasel the hard-earned gold & silver certificates from poor, feckless ma & daughters
Went through all the motions of queens & kings who inherited a kingdom, an illegitimate child spawn
Born to be poor women who had babies for barren rich women, daughter's lives of robber baron pawns.

Fork in the pasta or in the road, either way we’ll need to jam it in, twirl it around a few times,  a la dente
With succu succulent sauce from the fresh garlic pot of tomato paste & meatballs of cows, tubesteak spent
Immersed in this impressive & important feast of saints, I ate the funk one more time, an unholy blessing
Saying grace of thanks to Powers that be, supplying what keeps after Life alive in forms or not, singing!

We've been raisin’ our hands since K-12, low to high school rewarded & punished for success at it all
No matter which subject, there’s a predicate & an object, direct or indirect, it'll modify dreamscape real
Small or large modifications of the genome are accidents, good for the end purpose of an dead ink blot
Just what you needed to begin the journey on your knees, beggin' for more than we deserve like it or not.

Pink or blue twins or all yellow & green for the triplets, nice job mother of them all, she’s black & blue
Hurts to be the only way to get a baby born, suffering carrying the load wanting freedom from holy clue
So, you’re fickle, it’s all about a relation to yo' mama's thighs, between 'em down to a holy womb tomb
Where some come & others get down, sliding & twisting on the dance floor, knockin' boots in a room.

 

I knew it & I guess that I’d forgotten, sometimes I get it wrong, but I got an A for All inhumane effort
Dry yellow hills climbed, coasted down to the end of the race, it ends the same, I wake up, I got hot legs
Like guilty innocent buzz & the stoned ignorant misinformed, blind faith leaps of faith in old Jesus’ sort
As you are, boy, girl, man, woman, priest, minister, preacher of killers, evil alive, devil-food, dozen eggs.

Barefoot & born to Woman & thereafter feet growing in geometric progression to spin & wobble seizes
Complicated by emotional breakdowns in store due to expectations of unreasonable & mortal freezes
Pulling it all together & zippering it up to lock & load lead & powder in a musket blunderbuss, short skirt
Harmony & melody familiar to even deaf & dumb as I am, beer, whiskey, wine & hot buds out the dirt.

Short of a 12 pack again, can’t be another one down the road after the last dirty dozen pains in the rear-end
Not their fault that they couldn’t control fear & loathing of being out of control, no prison cell’s dead end
Pants on the ground of being because you’re a moody home boy, you can’t read with stigmatized eyes
Space between your ears is the same distance between a Milky Way & a stack of King James’ bibles lies.

Sphere or square, all of the points & lines will merge into a black hole singular, it's all One & the same 
Day one until doomsday, brings peace & allowance of all, themselves to be what they are, just because
You got no choice, to intervene puts the karmic load on you, stoke happy smoke burnt for the high guy
Old man, my dad, nope, he was a young 24-year-old US Navy Vet, son of a fire chief #CFD, he was fly.

Higher C-notes than Benjamin, vamanos, a matter of time in empty space, Do, Re & Mi go have a bawl
Truth is the springs are wet as the ocean by a beach, fresh water without the salt, we'll die without it all
In a bottle, in a glass or right out of the spick-et we need & we want it, thirsty Will, Power, magic spell
Fall asleep, tired & needing a recharge of consciousness, RIP & rest up before you gotta go to Hehl!

Death is all we’ve got to eat to remain alive, here & now because if death isn’t available, we’ll die a pup
Handles to grab & carry potfuls of dreams that got caught in nightmares I had on Elm Street, straight up
For the sake of fathers & mothers who remained together through thick & thin, salute y'all in a dead pool
Highlighted the lower forty black lights & found out in short order that a function of Word is rollin’ cool.

Watching the time that’s all good roll on down the road, mid or side streets, don’t matter mate, I’m pickin’
Grinnin’ too even if nothing is funny, it won’t hurt much once you stopped breathing & negative thinkin’
Sweet little angel flapped & spread her wings around me, feathers put my knees into jello shots of TNT
All I ever need now, 24/7/365 is that sweet, soul melody playin’ heart strung strings, thirty of the top forth.

Finish line was way back there, I saw it when I passed but I was goin’ double time, so it all slowed down
As if it wanted to reverse time & go backward into the past like a magnetic tape rewind, reel to reel brown
Captured highs & lows that were inaudible on vinyl, plastic or paper matte to keep a needle in a groove
Creatures made from nothing but orgasm, one day to thousands of good & bad years, nothing to prove.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 4th 2023 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Dropped out of the sky this afternoon while I was listenin’ to @BBKing #GotABadCaseOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Y_sQWnUpB4U }
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ZIP BUDS ZIP RECRUITER ZIPPITY-DOO-DA @MarshallTuckerBand @Santana #KOBE #RIP @ChicagoTheBand

KINSHIP, FRIENDSHIP, SHIP-SHAPE CHIT 

Third of June & the daylight is as it always is, got our lemon squeezed, I’m still alive in the mixture
Of the living and the dead, life eating food for life, the dead & gone dogs, lambs, snakes & manure
Of the cows who chew the cud to feed the calves who drop after the bulls’ concoct a simple slam
No effects come forth without a cause, there’s a First Cause of the first thought that I think, I am.

Bumped up to the higher level of wavelengths and lower level of frequencies, height & depth sea
Of the unknown which is everything under the sun and moon, nobody gets out of here alive, I see
Without the benefit of the doubting Thomas & the saintly heroes of lore, back to the Stoners’ Sins
When mankind & womankind worked just like it does now, barely surviving the species extinctions.

God advised Adam & Eve not to grow the seeds in the garden or they’d multiply the original sinkin’
Screwing around because some snake hissed the Word that the Ego & the Id don’t need no stinkin’
Creators above and below us matter to energy as divine Form shapes up, shifting smoke to raw fish
Obligated to a fault, to the mothers & fathers I never had, mine are dead & gone in the Earth’s ash.

Gloom enters my magnet pull, I suck it in like the gravitational collapse of the whole shebang, boom
Done gone without a peep, just imagine a point on a blackboard in front of your face, impure gloom
For to be at all is the best that you & I can hope for, everything else after conception’s a microsecond
As my gramma & my mama used to say, sit down & manga before I finished my 1st helping, I got a 2nd.

I fill in your blanks but you really have none, full of the most matter you can be, you need to excrete chit
Love from the heart, happiness from the soul, all in the head, in the brain, in the mind, we’re all full of It
Forum to exhibit the steps from one to infinity has begun, now it’s over & I hope you’ve gleaned a secret
Neither handshake nor a nod but a byte of power in form of a signal, a sign you slice & cut ‘til blood’s let.

Grime inside of the center of the holy atom, every single one in the whole exploding implosion, a whisp
Of wind that comes only due to the spinnin’ wobble of Earth’s gyration, no remedy other than bury deep
Six feet more or less, inside of a box to prevent the maggot infestation, all that’s left of the boy or old girl
Fangs & nails left over to remain or grow longer than the white hair, dyed black, red & purple fade pearl.

Killing the beats and rhythm on the 88’s, lead, rhythm & bass’ backbeat ongoing forever until it’s silly too
As above and so it is below the mess of emptiness, Space & Time explained by dead morons of the blues
A pirate, being serious or a joker makes no difference other than one way you get to LOL & get drunk too
I’ve chosen the latter alternative, bottle of rum, a joker without funny jokes, I am the punch line, fool!

Tisket, tasket, green & yellow basketballs goin’ in for three, rainin’ down from twenty-foot of heaven
Mondays through Sundays, games full of periodic minutes & seconds for hours, sometimes overtimin’
As if large & tall human beings never get tired of running back and forth for days & days Fall to Spring
Now then, retired a millionaire divorcee with 12 kids all going to college, life is good, Magic Byrd sing!

Rollin’ with the ends of the beginning, first I wasn’t here & now I am here, someday unknown I won’t
To be or not to be is not the question I’ve found to be of Shakespearean importance, it’s all fortune pie
Apple, pumpkin, cherry, peach or humble matters little, the fact that you get to EAT is everything, I lie
It’s not everything but it’s a nice piece of the puzzle, how to eat the inedible to stay alive, or… don’t!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, June 3rd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Jammed jammin’ to @TheBlackCrowes & @JimmyPage #NobodysFaultButMine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVPgkmbFHig }

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But, but, but... I win, I'm winning, I've won! #SlaveCylinder #MasterClass @WARtheBand @ACDC @TedNugent @Santana @Temptations

OFF KEY MINOR & MAJOR E, F, G, A, B & E SHARP, FLAT, 7th & DIMINISHED

Lowlife creeping out my stepchildren & godchildren since I don’t have any of my own gods
All three of them are wishes to be granted to all by unknown above and below lover’s leap
Of dirt, rock & rolled minerals left over from a Big Bang & the dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Gone away and born as free as any other atom in the universe, now six feet under hot rods.

Not that I wanted to go there but it just happened, I got educated in logic & reason reality
All you know about is all I know about, the unknown is a secret to the special crew of monks
Not that you & I couldn’t be one of them, it’s just that it’s a moot point, you have a need, so
Then you’ll get the detailed message you’ll produce at the entry gate, closed to all sunk junk.

Mighty spades and picks to dig down deeper than the rocks allow the loving feelings of top guns
Pretending to be more or less than a snake on Horseshoe Bar Road with BoJack & the Horseman’s
Simon says that sheet don’t matter anyway therefore you gotta do things until you’ll all go caput
Natural cause that all hearts cease to beat to the rhythm & rhyme of a place in Space for your foot.

You’re finished before you began at the starting line, feets don’t fail us then, all we can do I hope
For the best and the better of the worst is the best you can hope for, you gotta settle for the swag
All you’ll ever get because it’s all you deserve for being an innocent human who asked for the dope
To be ingested into the holy bones for the elevation into stupidity, the creative imbecile of the pope.

Not the Roman Catholic pope but the pope of the ‘hood, the main cog in that machine, for life too
No way to retire & remain alive anywhere on any continent or island in the sea, what’s false is true
I know what you know & you know nothing more than your mamas, sisters & brothers, got it daddio
Yeah, I thought you would drop a dime on me before I got the word out, but I’m early, here it comes!

People get fully crushed just before they die, all on the up & up, on the down low, around the corner
I stand up for the comedy & I lie down for the torture and entry into the dug ditch of the gravedigger
Why or when, will we know then, just before the final gasp of gas, you can’t have it early, it’d kill y’all
To know the Truth, there’s no God above us or below us, we’re an accidental atomic collapse, so chill!

Think no more nor less than how amazing it is that you exist at all, that I exist is even more astounding
We’re either blessed or accidentally gifted with being a lucky recipient of Happiness’ Good Being, God
No it can’t be different than the way it is, out of our hands to move the unmoved universe, yodel, sing
Nothing else anybody can do, end of day, of life, leaves a new day’s baby born, Jellybeans fillin’ a ring.

Melody, Word-Up, that’s the story, a series of sounds uninterrupted by ear-shot deaf, Folsom dam rent
Now or tomorrow, move like you’re gonna die tonight or tomorrow and the time you have left is unreal
If & only if there’s only one logical conclusion, then that induced deduction is necessary & sufficient
As the conclusion rests with the truth of the premises, arrival at silence is inevitable, lips are sealed.

Solo mio, sharin’ the Time & Space with the only one who could capture my heart & soul, she knows
It’s spun with the invisible yarn of shyt I can’t even recollect even if I saw a movie rerun of the blows
It’s alright though, none of the ten commandments have been fractured by anyone I know, she knows
On my back with a perfect planting of body skullduggery & magic spells to see if my row boat still goes.

Whippin’ myself into shape, the same shape I’ve always been in, the one I’ve been conceived not to be
Unmoved Mover in the finest hour, an imaginary partial spin around the sun, hot star all unhinged Sin
Just spinnin’ & revolving in an ecliptic along with brothers from other mothers’ dirt & gas from redskin
I’ll rush to & fro the rest of my born days in case this is all my last hour, hail a taxi, it ain’t far away, I see.

Deep hunger for what nobody has an appetite for, power of wisdom, knowledge of a divine opine rant
Production of all things themselves are a given, it’s what’s being done with the forms, blips on my radar
Villains & heroes made the chit sandwich ‘tween invisible slices of plastic, leavin’ trippn’ on an LSD dot
Inhaling 50 states of pre-death, mania If not within me then in who? Gratitude ’74 to ’24 ‘less I’m shot.

Grieving sisters, mothers, wives let it all out of their spirits & psyches before moving on to the next hosts
No need or desire for conquering the will to power of the people, in defending Istanbul & Constantinople
All for the haves & the have-nots, the holy family of royals & their subjects, the objects of Platonic scree
Sitting in section eight, down with the action upon the stage, synchronicity with scared, chimera ghosts.

Biting nails, 8 & 16 penny both easier to hammer than conventional wisdom mortal sin, take a bite, son
There’s more than enough paradise for everyone’s bitten I lip, it’s all said, it is done, wet dream’s delights
Booming quarters into a one-armed bandit, 4 by 4, before the sound crashed air into submission, orphan
I’ve seen what I saw and the assault on my character was spot-on, I have none, instead, I’m aimin’ sights.

Nobody is going to be left to bury my dust & bones, some strangers will let me down easy, into a hole
Where the dust of the star is leftover for the minions like a ninja lurking in the desert night, shebang pole
Or is what connects the subject & object, in predication & modification, we’ve got the gist of the culture
Force to mock & repeat the same old misses and hits running out of juice but there’s strangers to die for.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, June 2nd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Unhooked, unhinged & in complete denial of the reality of this #Clownshow we call #LifeOnEarth on the Seven Continents & listenin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

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