Now Its Saturday Night #OhIDontRememberAnythingTOO

KILLING IT OUT THE PARK

There’s no light at ends of the tunnel, been there, done that
On land & sea with or without blind Brandon & Popeye’s sails
I know what you’ve got & what that is, you have freedom too
Liberty to either elevate or subjugate your soul’s experience.

Far, far away from this Time in Space, fast asleep in my bed
Edge of the Twilight Zone between Cielo & Hades, it’s dark
Closed eyes in a lightless closet, picture of an invisible jerk
Yet such a great asset to wield when you’re hollow & naked.

Freedom to choose to keep history as fictional as it all was
Truth about what actually happened & why is a moot point
All that matters is you’re licensed & permitted to roll a joint
Met my match under an apple tree or inside a Bradley tank.

Summer school & crushes of teenagers in the park at night
Pony league, Colt league & then I was out, my bad, no fight
No influence on me due to lack of talent to be an ebb & flow
It was a question alright, alright, alright, apple tree’s a nono.

Stole my heart when my soul was preoccupied on your form
The good thing’s a bad thing, one & the same thing, a worm
Skynyrd’s spoons to help hold down the prey for knife cuts
Innards are what life’s all about, it makes drivers all putts.

Pod of killer whales hungry for a small morsel of bones go
Around in circles getting ready to execute the final sentence
Tearing you apart for the young and the old, you’ll lose sense
Of your place in the universe crunched & digested like cocoa.

Ran into the brick wall and from there on out we have no pain
Nothing but the open road ahead of us, Mack Truck’s 45’ trailer
All up and down the turnpikes and tollways, no more freeways
You and yours pay the price, all back in jive penitentiary bays.

Keeping the good and the bad away from the ugly hand I got dealt
The open society confinement to the blind faith obedient quarry
Of being the hunter of Man’s souls, nothing’s more rewarding, I see
Talking and thinking of mighty future shock, touched below the belt.

Did y’ all see the ghost inside of the machine? It’s really not a ghost!
It’s a chimera memory of what used to be, like smoke before it’s gone
Pumping more future shock into the whole world should cause atrophy
Nobody’ll have a thing left post supernova, right on dog darkness’ sea!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, 6-10-2023 A.D. @ 606 PMPST

{ Jacked this out of the universe while jammin’ to @FrankZappa #WonderfulWino on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D3z2cDKCdkY & @GRATEFULDEAD #SHAKEDOWNstreet LIVE @CornellUniversity Ithaca, NY May 7, 1980 link @ https://youtu.be/G2U2v_KjzhQ }
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Sick, Tired, Feelin' Fine as #9

GODS OF THE WARS

I’m in the park, on the court, infield, green, deep black hole, it’s a greyhound bus
Forming the Singularity of Matter which has no word in language & no esprezzo
Not only because nobody has ever known the answer nor will anyone ever know
But also, because the One you claim to know or to be Unknown is an evil genius.

Of the responsibility for this planet’s survival among prison inmates, uncivilized
Kids screaming about a mental problem, out of unmedicated control, pills, shots
Makin’ out in the back seat of my father’s Chevy, Ford & Dodge ‘til I got Pontiac
Firebird with my T-tops stolen by the bad guys out of a parking lot, I trust robots.

Infinity the concept that is out of our hands yet the nothingburger needs relish
Double-double, animal-styles from whatever goes out the drive-thru windows
If you don’t get what you wanted, there’s no need to fear, underdog is here
Long or short, it’s just a line from point to point, it is but it ain’t, it’s all in One.

Hearts and souls missing from the equation, it’s probably a function of Shazam
Yeah, you know what I mean, you did your homework & got A’s on a final exam
Hills of beans in a can of universal gas, you can’t make this up out of nowhere
Wild birds in the nest, chirping life before jumpin’ out into a wild blue yonder.

First through the last breath, it’s always in and out, nobody can hold it in long
Once it’s over though, you can’t even get artificial respiration to help, it’s caput
All over except the burial or incineration of Remains, no soul leftovers though
Stone made to guard the ground above your hole in the ground, it says, RIP!

Faked the old news just like the newer old stuff we used to all trash
Now it’s all the best thing since sliced bread, even steven, gotta dash
Out of the room, out of the yard into the ecstatic part of the dream
Gonna wake up in a second or two, takin’ a little longer moon beam.
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Gods of the wars that broke windows and smashed down doors, unite
In the end, it’s all gonna whimper opposite of the Big Bang, we’ll fight
For the right to party because that’s all there will be left, no more work
To be as uncivilized as a first man in paradise, creator had to be a dork.

It’s never easy, shouldn’t be & never will be, that’s just the way it is
Not my choice, I’m just the messenger, to shoot me is to be a GD clown
Maybe that’s what you are, then go ahead, if not, put the gun back down
You’re fired! Fired upon you you’ve bled out, graduate, tip a cap & gown.

by
r j j stephan, I

c. Vendredi, June 9th 2023 A.D. @ 333 PMPST
{ Jacked out of the world while jammin’ to #UnchainedMelody @RighteousBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/qiiyq2xrSI0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoysToDeadMen #LIFE #Frank to #Jimi #FooFighters #Beachbohs

DRUMS KEEPIN’ THE BEAT OF A USED KEYBOARD, BASS, RHYTHM & LEAD

A filibuster of the southland by the islands of paradise, over & out of my invisible mind
It’s the inherited DNA without blame or credit for the recombination of what I did find
Inside the closet right on the only hanger there was up there hangin’, a blue-collar shirt
Didn’t need more than one, son, it was the acid trip, end with a bang, last call, a finale.

Sweatshirt I’d never wear of red, white & blue, colors of the Red Horde Catholic Indian
Neither white nor red skinned, just burnt to a crisp, every year, all summers of a Sign
Signal to caution or tell you to go or stop at the whim of a computer arrhythmical, one
Zero to finite infinity, it’s all the same as it’s always been, unknown is all or nothing.

Fear of the absence of atomic noise, only vibrations of the good & evil queen’s slave
Beachboy sand and surfboards on the beach waitin’ for high tide, low tide, tidal wave
Just because you talk about the things themselves doesn’t mean that you know them
It means you use words to signify the unknown nature of beasts’ origin, viral charm.

Black hole in my imagination of event horizon where my Singularity flows as a river
God and the sons’ daughters of the infinite existence of Time and Space blow livers
Relativity of the conceptual analysis allows your body & mind to live forever in Time
As if all of the philosophers and scientists missed the important Oneness riff, la Heim.

Time warped a minute ago, if you didn’t feel that infinite grab of your soul, forget it
You can’t begin to appreciate the things your eyes and ears conceive as reality’s chit
Becoming adult from infantile children we’ve been programmed to be, K to twelve
E=mC2 in the state of physics you’ve been programmed to receive, an infinite self.

Idiots of the divine nature, stooges and morons who eat, defecate & dream of gods
To save them from the death of life, to save the reality of being happy lassies & lads
Studs used to be students before they participated in the species multiplication job
Lasted a minute, never mattered at all, nothing matters, matter’s nothing but a blob.

I love you know who, before I knew the Heisenberg principle, even then as I lie to die
Inside of the apocalypse is the answer to the mystery of the reason why the cosmos is
Here now, in the past & into the future, my game is my creation, made up the rule fizz
You don’t get any of this, you can’t grasp infinity, it’s impossible, man came from jizz!

by
r j j stephan, i

 
c. Jeudi, June 8th 2023 AD @ 1111 PMPST
{ #MilkyWayGalaxy on the way to #BurnoutAtoms @BluesRawkFavs
@ https://youtu.be/Qk3wkVw8FME }
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