#EricChurch #SlowHand #PainInTheArse #JimiHendrix #NoPainNoGain #GimmeBackMyBullets #BabyYoureOutOfThyme @BrittanySpears #Signs @Snoop_Dog @Justin_Timberlake @ThePointers

FOUNDED FATHERS, UNGROUNDED SONS, CHICAGOAN TOPGUNS

If & only if… we can see through the façade, the illusionary ruse, son Then you will see the thing itself as it appears right after the body & mind perish, stand accused
Of the innocence of the infants and humanity’s recessive genes of cruel, initiation of extinction
Imperfect as empty Space & Center of the universe, what I am is what I am & soon I’ll be dead.

Martyrs and miracles that save their souls from their bodies’ terminal death march, all smoke
In the self-reflective mirrors all around each one of us, lookin’ outside is the same as lookin’ in
Why you would do that is because y'all hankerin' to feel like an immortal that’s gonna die here
Down on the ground of being, this Mother Earth planet, 3rd rock from the Star, my fathers care.

Knowing that wisdom and the ability to formulate deductive arguments is the whole dirty joke
That you’re an accident or a purposeful legacy of what is no longer alive anywhere in the poke
No pigs, no four or two legged animals, no reptiles or insects, no bacteria & nothing to be viral
Except for commands wrote on sheets of stone, pretend it’s a Moses mosaic, @Ai hello, to Hehl.

All in or all out, the matter and energy concepts get analyzed & deductions remain, all about ‘if’
Conditional upon the assumptions of the premises’ truth, Justice, and the all too humane ways
Deduce this first, would I lie to you? Have I ever lied to you? Wait, I am gonna lie to you now
You are a good human being and you will be rewarded after death with a free ticket to paradise.

Higher than heaven & lower than hell, it’s the joint in the middle of nowhere, kinda of like Earth
Without the H2O liquid that makes up 4/5 of the planet’s mass, the rock would look like the dirt
No mud, just stone rock that follows an orbital magnetic attraction to a flaming photogenic output
If you’re a Singularity, you’ve got the ticket, you’re already gone, already there playin’ the flute.

You know you’re trippin’ when strangers and friends agree that you’re a mean & nasty one
Used to be very nice to me, used to be very mean to you, we completed the yang’s yin, son
Meant to be or not, fortune applies to the steps your takin’ back & forth to the dreamscape
In the bed’s silk sheets, wool blankets to keep the cool & cold blood warm, a leap to escape.

Woke up still dreaming, ain’t wakin’ up anymore, eyes wide open forever & ever, nevermore
Crows and magpies got my attention since I’m what scares them crows, don’t speak, my chore
Just hangin’ there on a wooden cross of timber, like Jesus only already dead & gone, not god
One bunch of bloodless hay inside of the costume humanity left over in a purple BMW hot rod.

Out of the weirdo’s hair and into the jaws of the killer whale, swallowed up in a deep dive Sur
Big it was unless you’re a giant thing, mindless or just a creation with a will to survive, the Big
Where the land has been blasted by salty waves and whittled into the beginning of the Ends
Nowhere but the End to follow the Beginning origin of Air, Water & Rock, it’s a dirty, filthy gig.

Not Pan, the fairy but Peter the giant who towers over nine feet and an inch, too tall to spring
On my father’s grave, I swear that my mother’s grave is right next to his, no room, bell will ring
Underground in a couple of holy, blessed boxes that you had to pay for before they threw dirt
I caught the slung mud, made it into a large chunk of nothing anybody wants, go now, squirt!

Files of the complete show are now deleted and purged from the logs, hard rockin’ on slates
Fools rush into caves to commune with the stalactites & stalagmites, like being on blind dates
With your sister’s best friend, daughter of your father’s brother from the clan of your wife’s kin
Folks know a little and they guess the rest, nothing else you can do about it, just lay back sin.

Imaginary work of the invisible UFO is merely the imaginary phantasm of your mama’s eyes
She saw, she forgot about it & remembered the moment before her sudden death higher lies
Gentle as the light rain on the hot, tin roof makin’ the noise that kept me awake all night long
Honesty is a liar’s way of pretending to be Righteous & Just, as there’s no way, right or wrong.

Dogs growling in your closet but there’s nothing in there, just the growl noise, sounds real dope
I assume the ghost of a canine is caught in the hanger area or atop a shelf full of baseball caps
Listen slowly instead of quickly, let it sink in so that you’ll ne’er forget the holy communion sin
Sorry to have the mortal, original venality of the Free Will, it’s all mine, Undergrounded in vain.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @911 PMPST
{ Fools singin’ as I completed the mission, jammin' to some @Bruce_Springsteen #DevilsAndDust on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#Prefabrication #DreamOnWokeUpDown #StepDown #StepUp #StepHan

Sincere prefabrication
Can you all please shut your pie hole for several moments, enough for me to cut a piece for me
Creeps that follow the refused garbage of the users of all things created from the Scratch’s cavity
You know why but you can’t admit the reason for being alive, accidentally collided with big rocks
In and out of consciousness’ narrow way of being, on the path where the past disappears, locks.

Nothing that you couldn’t handle if you were warned but beware, you won’t see it comin’ down
It will be right in front of your face whether you’re ready or not, it’s a Red Rover comin’ on over
Outerspace or down inside of the DNA’s molecular, atomic essence, absolute zero’s way of Zen
On until it’s turned off in random succession to the killers and creators of the holy hole we’re in.

Friends or strangers, anybody is soon to be gone before they know it, hate my reminder old God
Way gone, far away from the original Singularity or a pinpoint of all there is, a head of a needle
Pierce the body with whatever will ruin the whole shebang, probe into the heart & soul mate Id
Marks underneath the scars and tattoos that you thought were just artwork, I was, the bad kid.

Now just the bad dude, unseen, undercover of the clothes that hide the naked fool’s rubber soul
Contents disappeared, disintegrated, forgotten without retrieval tools, now we all rock and roll
Danced to the boom boom boom, beats on the offbeat to mark the nature of the Truth, stealth
Either nobody knows and they’re all lying or somebody knows and they’re silent, still in health.

Voice over the empty space can be heard by nobody, can’t hear without an audio engineer kit
Ears wide open and able to translate noise into logical sequences of nonsense for lips to spit
Not only is this a failed experiment in species extinction but also Earth’s hell, annihilated ‘em
Without a license, humanity punishes the judges when we get our prehensile hands on them.

Therefore, if & only if that is all you’ve got to go on, it’s clear to see that the unknown remains
An X factor of the Y factor to create the fabulous reason for being all too human, mama’s men
Boys were babies and in the end, whimper for another draw of breath past the doom of the last
See it all before you can’t see it anymore, liars pants are on fire, days & nights a-spinning, too fast.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June XX5th  MMXXIII AD @ 911 CST
{ Created while jammin’ to @ChicagoBand HITZ link @ https://youtu.be/XIw0kKthvkw }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuccessAtFailure #BongBong #LoanMeADime #DropADime #Somebody @WARtheBand

DON’T BE SO, GOD, AM I GOOFY, YOU MOTHERS OF FATHERS  

(music 2 me ears)

I knew everything about some things and that was enough to launch my tiny retro rocket

Juiced up on rocket fuel and tequila and got hungry for more doe than I could ever, ever get

But I got it and got my itch scratched, didn’t even know I had one, lucky my nails cut it, son

But the blood came flowin’ out the capillaries and suddenly white man turned to crimson.

Beans and seeds to grow the things I eat to keep the meat movin’ along the timeline of funk

High or low it comes & goes without a peep, word in advance, no comms, silence my junk

Ain’t comin’ 'round anymore 'cause I can’t move so well, can’t scoot or drive wheels 2 or 4

But I’m still mindful of trash people make up & throw out in alley cans for the rats’ door.

Ready to accept the grief accompanying a grown up, young buck, ready to reproduce errors

Juice of DNA code to move closer to extinction's evolution into formless, stockyard shares

Dead animals, smashed, slit, pounded into flat burgers for a spit, a BBQ dream of extinction

Computing the needs & desirable wants of sweet nothings comin’ in my ears’ itchin’ skin.

Bull’s makin’ heights of confusion easy to climb, failure to launch moment, had to leave it

Behind or ahead, it didn’t matter, up, down, in, out, sooner, later, it came down to this here

That there was what it used to be before I was all grown up, grew up crazy in mindless fear

Of  boogeymen & great monsters who're bigger than humanity’s divinity, a bull’s scat skit.

Slower than a tortoise who looks slower than molasses & the & fleet footed hare, bunny hop

For once, comin’ in last because the odds were against me or they favored me, cosmic slop

All for the One & the one & only ain’t anywhere in sight, can’t see a thing, I see Nothing

It’s just absence all light, burnt atoms absolutely fallen, The Singularity, itself, idiot's king.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but I was bulletproof, nobody knew where I’d been, I'm gone

Never really was here & now, just some 208 bones of Chicago blood, need to bleed ‘til  dawn

Scratchin’ the itch now, keepin’ it goin’, it feels good when you slow down & fear the fool

From drinkin’ the gas that needs to move it or lose it, fueled up buck, hooked human drool.

More or less now, it’s nearly depleted & vacuumed up into quarks among us, academic fool

A fool fooling other soon-to-be fools, got in a jam, arrested, got a job, paid a tax & I’m cool

Beating the wife beaters before they touch daughters & sisters, not to mention all mothers

Riding my trike & charger up to the gate of a castle, threw down with guards, cut my side.

My baby wrote me a note to let me know where she was goin’ but she never went I can’t go

Dusted off my shelves & found the only love left over was all my own, all the cupboard Mo’

Keb’ scattin’ the mojo off of the frets, pickin’, grinnin’ gone back in the day to the original

Hug yourself, jump back and love yourself, it won’t hurt a bit, you can’t ever stop, aw Hell!

Screamin’ songs, scribblin’ words up & down the scale, A to EFG, flat sharps note flips

B flat's as thick as a dime’s change from a quarter dollar, all I got though, my melody y'all

Repeat over and over until the memory is grooved with movement of fingers & melody lips

I’ve ne'er been wrong yet I’ve been in error due to trust & blind faith, cancel culture ball.

Throwin’ a no hitter, perfect game, a shut out & serious ending to the origin of the mothers

What I call the train that has no idea where the engine's draggin’ it to, like you & the others

Stronger than fake mistakes I forgot to live with, I forgot the notes, forgot every single ruse

Began fresh like I’m innocent of guilt, do what I did, done what I done, hell It's the blues!

For the sake of absolute concrete comin’ into your face, fast, jumped off a rooftop onto cars

No wings, you can’t fly, can’t soar, can’t glide, just 32 feet per second per second downtown

On the concrete or the top of the parked SUV, imprinted my 208 bones, splattered my stars

That wasn’t it though, hit me with no way out, gotta start over from scratch, mind IS blown!

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXIVth, MMXXIII A.D. @ 444 PMPST

{ Shifted out the Void while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ HITS link @ https://youtu.be/rykjK8TOzSs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?