#SickAsHades #Marvelous #InvertedDenominators #squaredCubes

CALLING THE BLUFF SINCE YOU HAVE NO SPUNK 

Horrific yet fuel for the simulation of the atomic power, molecular degradation for posterity
Nobody else can fulfill the expectations of the ancestral recollection of what may be illusory
Twilight Zone type of scenarios beginning in peace & silent harmony ending in skullduggery
All because of the freedom, liberty to cause any effect that can be judged by the grand jury.

All too human homo sapiens cannot avoid becoming cosmic dust after several revolutions
At a wobbling angle to the ecliptic revolution around the closest star to Earth’s dirt, the Dung
At one point, shining starlight upon the darkness & in the end, remaining in the hot fun I rung
Out of rags, soaked with river water, I squeezed out all that I am & will ever be, I sang a song.

It went something like this… wait, I forgot that it’s a forgotten old tune, even I can’t recall
It was soft and sweet to begin and it graduated to some fine hard rockin’ drivin’ up the wall
End of the night, the girl I danced with looked over at me wondering if I’d breach the barrier
I did, got her number, dated & married her, she had eight kids, she died at forty-four, miss her.

Are you out of your mind? Maybe you didn’t even know you had a mind but it’s academic
Nobody is alive today who knows the reason why they are here & now on Earth, gonna die
Nothing but credos, beliefs in blind faith of dead men who wrote words of babble in books
All of Life is dead which was conceived before 1875 A.D. states of being, all leftover crooks.

Another thing before you exit the stage which won’t call you back for an encore, it’s all over
As above, so below it had to be, no two ways about it, only holy ghosts are the undercover
Brought out of the darkness into the blinding light made no difference to my mama’s labor
My wireless bandwidth is dependent on the things themselves; a virgin turns into a whore.

A king turns into a bandit pauper, sentenced to the streets to pimp for the failed females’ Ids
All the love on the planet becomes extinct as the Dodo birds’ species, the moment bones skid
To a halt or onto the speed of light & beyond the tachyons’ presence, woke, awaken the pest
The mind in the head will die without the Earth, Wind & Fire in the Dodge, Ford or Chevy SS.

Blood runs, leaks, floods the floor and the spirit sprints from start to finish, backward in Time
Forward thinking as if that prevents malfunctions of causes & effects, nothing at all to rhyme
Words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs of arguments & the conclusion that inevitable results
From the deductions & inductions of reason, truth is you never can ever conclude the pulse.

Death toll is less than zero above and below this planet but here & now, it’s 100% on point
Idiots and morons both in charge of the whole shebang, 24/7 orbiting the Sun, black hole It
Or maybe its just a white dwarf renegade from the universe, it’s old Sol, far from far away
93 million miles from our open hands & feet, we’re here for a spell, y’all gotta go, any day!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XVth 2023 Anno Domini @ 840 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to lowdown funk blues @ https://youtu.be/-0a5-J2somM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RollingStones #EricClapton & friends

DISTRACTION FROM REALITY IN A SURREAL EMPIRE of OCCAM

Insider of the outer limits of the twilight zone between the north & south poles of ocean
We all won’t survive the next hundred years, all alive will die & it’s nobody’s conception
H2O evaporating into the ether, atom by atom, drip by drip, land is evidence of The End
Earth used to be completely under H2O, History is occult & orphans rule us in Depends.

Hung on as long as possible until the grip released the grab of the olive branch, I fell
Down to the bottom of the unlit black hole, unconscious, asleep, perspiring in a Hell
Holy excrement can be astonishingly putrid, if the released refuse hits the air, it stank
Take my word for it, you don’t know me but trust me anyway, would I lie to your rank?

Probably then I’d be court marshaled, incarcerated for years, punished for evil’s lie
That liars are responsible for their lies, liars lie or they would tell the truth to not die
Everlasting life in a corpse that requires H2O & protein to remain robust, it’s worse
Maybe it’s not as bad as it could be, there’s the known & the secret ride in a hearse.

Silly yet very germane to the complexity of the simple mind your ego inhabits within
Eyes hear, ears see, mouth smells, nose talks to the holy stink with a sniff of hot snot
Grotesque sight reflecting your image into your mind’s eye, mirror a monster, holy sin
Wrapped around your fakebook’s tweets & the miserable funk left over from a robot.

Shooting off one’s big mouth without thinking about repercussions of hard rock noise
Oh, so hard to hold, impossible to handle and all logic and reason annihilated the boys
As high as the center of Nothingness coming apart at the seams, new zone of twilight.
Cannibals eating cannon balls & chitlins of hog, how to be food for the killers of light.

It is all about what it’s for in the first place, in the end it’s gonna be just fine, so get drunk
On Jack or Bud, either way we’re gonna get to the same place, blacked out moon shine
Sun comes up every time I pass out for a minute just before the dawn. Gold or I’m sunk
Slo gin fizz & chocolate martini knocked me down, I got woke now, on breakfast I dine.

Soft head & hard knees & elbows defending my place in Space, my cache’s dead in bed
From the likes of the almighty, cosmic swag of @KurtisBlow or the ilk I’ve commiserated
Nothing more nor less than all I got to roll, to rap and fill the empty Space with my noise
Of course, it’s loud, it’s the beat, 88’s & strings and the brass all at One, come on boys!

Half-cocked but the hair trigger is ready to be touched for the fire into the bull’s eye hole
Sharpshooter, there is no room for error, one to the heart & two to the head, a holy roll
Hardly a soft rock’s dust and smoke from the microscopic atoms, pick on my arpeggios
I am fresh slidin’ down my frets, join in the beat & rock me out of the 901 Bose flows.

Best unknown, quality of black & blues very darkest highlights, it’s all funky scented
From UV to Infrared & all in between the purple, black & blue, red, yellow & greened
Drunk but still have a notion that I ain’t, didn’t drink a lick, just drunk on love & the sun
Being nothing else but that, it’s complicated basic blues, I’m fresh out of cats’ meows.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, August XIVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Crashed these words while jammin’ to @ChristoneKingfishIngram LIVE @GroundZeroBluesClub link @ https://youtu.be/GaQ0IDLw6qs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CantRantSilently #LoudMouthShutUpNoMore #BuildYouUpFromSCRATCH #TrueLove #TheEaglesBand #Nickelback

GIMME THE SILVERY GOLD, BOY SCOUT LUNCH MONEY

Fear of you & your family, your friends, girls & boys, good, bad & ugly ass heads too
One, two, three, four, six or eighteen wheels to roll this world around in a circular jerk
Nothing is like this life, you’ll know at the end but I know right now, right here in Blues
Every soul owes the payment, breakin’ even & never breakin’ bad in the paid union dues.

Smoke from the smothering burn, overwhelms your sense of smell & reason, seek shelter
After it all burns down, the weeds' seeds will replenish the fauna for the helter skelter fear
Of all too human rats’ cousins & friends who climb, burrow & swim for the demons, no fuss
High up on Mount Olympus or Mars, Saturn, Neptune, Pluto or at last but not least, Uranus.

Harmony & chaos happen regardless of mankind’s wish to be an immortal soul, all too human
Full of empty space with stuff nobody wants or cares about, a used pastime of the Matter, Mani
There is no revolution, the status quo is written on the granite headstones of our grandparents
Engraved name & a trite favorite life thing, all you can see with eyes wide open, granite dents.

Recollection of the bait & tackle for the trips & fish I never caught in a river, a lake or the ocean
Had a notion that I wanted to trick the fish & game to see if I could kill & eat ‘em on a spits-hot fire
For reason and rhyme you dine with yourself, for no good reason at all, prose means you eat alone
Full tank of gas, you’re gonna die either on empty or with fractured 207 human bones, It Is Done!

Bright as the stars in the distance when they are invisible to the eyes of men, blue sky or clouds
All you’ll get is what you deserve as a payback for your karma, being a cause of special effects
Air breathed in and out of you & I is the key to the understanding of why we’re all here & now
We're here & now in a bell jar, bunch of graves brought on by gravity & inferior DNA alpha code.

Seven figures of the numbers can’t be less than one nor more than nine, dish gone for a spoon
Loving or just liquidated, funky matter in a subatomic frenzy once introduced to devils & dust
Ground beef, fowl, swine at the BBQ, rock not liquidated or aerated inside Singularity’s gust
Deeper than a sunken treasure invisible forever, my gift to you, all I have, all that I am, a rune.

Conclusion of uncertainty is all I have for myself, my kin & amigos/amigas, we surf with an alien
Incredibly stupid to be blinded by faith in invisible beings from starlit, etheric arms’ divine fault
They ain’t God or we’d already know about them, a bible or a Moran or bhagavid gita of occult
All or none of the above is true or false, both cannot be true, both cannot be false, I’m One Zen.

If I am not One then who is the One? None of the Many are the One, that’s for certain, factoid
Comfort and discomfort are all there is, avoiding pain and suffering that follows, man’s android
Nobody gets out of this world alive, nobody came back from the dead corpses that eat our soul
Dead humans, dead animals, dead plants, dead air broadcasting 50,000 watts of acid in a hole.

 
Time is up, a deadline has come, it’s easy for even a blind, deaf & dumb man to conceive it all
Atoms, molecules, gas dealing with spontaneous combustion & gravitational collapse of the ball
Confusion or dope-induced ignorance and artificial intelligence of a powerless ego, frozen soul
I don’t care, you don’t care, nobody cares, all dead aren’t talking, all alive living in a cereal bowl.

Ecstatic to be entertaining the existence of gods outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, you idiots
Well, it wasn’t my idea, it was a saint or a pope, maybe a cardinal just a high priestess of kids
Continuous commotion in the predators’ halls where wise men fear to go, all boys’ high sword
Function of the calculus and metaphysical malfunction related to the reality of the Real World.

Got bent as far back as I could, not being double-jointed in an area where bones meet tough skin
I’m in a dog’s infinite loop with you baby, like it or not, it’s in history books now, Sin’s hard to find
Loving moment of that first tiny bite of Apple, started off way ahead of where I left off, I’m all in
Here’s the truth, the hungry will eat whatever looks like FOOD, might be me, might be your hind.

Open book from your lips to God’s ears, that’s true love, come on now, you know I’m alright to be
Or not to be, it’s always the 64,000-dollar question without an answer, just a last gulp/gasp for thee
Better men & better women have come & gone than the ones leftover for us to propagate the rumor
Talked about love with my baby, true love I mean for real as in die for you, if it was gods at the door.

Battles and wars end with that last thought in your mind, be the good times to kill all the bad times
In Space, this was all the accidents ever needed, true love of life, eating the dead until death comes
Twilight zone, out of the blue just like every unexpected surprise, a smile, a giggle, laughin’ pure joy
Truth annihilation of denial, babies loved girls, unknowns fell from wombs, girls loved mama’s boys.

Lookin’ for knowledge or wisdom during existence if there is any, it’s hidden in wide open Space
Time of the Earth’s rotation and orbit around the white dwarf you see without clouds in your face
Before and after your last look at the things themselves, this and that will remain the same, at One
Without you, I’m unknown, with you, I’m unknown, everything’s just fine, True Love is all, my Son!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August XIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
{ Drafted this out the North Wind while jammin’ to #TrueLove @GlenFrey on youTube link/loop @ https://youtu.be/pBhfzkR-AG4 }

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