#MissingDaze #JackAndCaneRockin' #SaddleUpMyPony

NEVER FORGET TO FORGET THE UNFORGETTABLE, EVER

Gods ain’t gonna help you or me, come on man, y’all are evolved out of One scumbag
Of both the vermin and the human, you know what & who you are, godsons of a hag
Not their fault since they're daughters of hags and they have no free will to be a sign
Of the Time, yet they are the signal, they’re the whistle, the horn to end the design.

Buildings crumbled as determined by the engineers’ blueprints, cornerstone crack house
There is always nothing at the end, it cannot be any other way, Space is a trap for a mouse
Names are not important, just sounds and noise to respond to when you’re among riffraff
As above, so below this all is what a divinity’s humans came up with, water dried, I laugh.

Pretend to be serious when Nothing is a random collision of careless, subatomic solar particles
Boys and girls make more, they cannot control the effort nor the thrust for the empty to avoid
Mentally hill or physically infirm in your soul’s body, the time lasts until the air flows in a thing
Of your handy caps and your occult wisdom you find to be silence about all that is the Nothing.

I was not free to be, to do all I desired because I had no conscience to wield that awesome cut
Fear the things that want to either hurt or kill you, your parents are all gone, you’re on your own
To be or not to be is questionable yet we are all riding dirty on this road trip between here & there
Navigating on the river or the open ocean H2O, it’s still here on Earth’s seven seas of infinite fear.

Of being all alone, like God before the creation of this mess of bizarre connections of linguistic fixes
Total blind faith in blackness being a Face of Divine Wisdom, I rattle my saber prior to the thrusting
As above, so below gravity pulls to the core, compression into the space between Limbo & heaven
War of Men, annihilation of the life forms is important to the universe’s Singularity, News at eleven?

War good, Peace evil, both required for the Yin & Yang you sense on your skin and bones, gunpowder
Divided speakers of the houses fighting for dominance over the subordinates, it’s my clam chowder
Full of the clams that came out of nowhere & lived until we cooked and ate them & other crust life
Pies with the meat and the fruit within the crust, on the shelf cooling on the windowsill of my wife.

Nothing more to worry about because your face hurts my face, just look at the wrinkled eye winkin’
It’s comin’ to a town near you, be prepared as the boy scouts of Americans instructed while blinkin’
Mountains of Montana Rockies or swamps of Florida Everglades, outside & in between, elk & alligator
Divine in the meaning, life better than death in any form, eating life keeps us humans alive, what for?

Now it’s the time for feeling flexible when the world is constricting around your fat head’s face bones
Covering up the eyes isn’t helping the facts of life, that it is what it is, you’re in the head’s aches tones
You breathe in and blow out, whatever that ether is has performed for seven decades of the universe
Nothing is prerecorded, nothing is the prerequisite for everything else, it is all incredible yet perverse.

From some unknown day in all of our early days on Earth, we’ve known it was All for One & one for all
Incense burned into the smoke nobody’s daddy wants to get a whiff of, it’s a cherry or a patchouli oil
No way I’m going to get off of the train until we run out of tracks down the way, there’s a tunnel wall
But it’s only a big painting on a cliff wall with nothing but rock hardness behind the façade baseball.

Worked now & then like a jerk, I’m playin’ & I’ll keep on puffin’ & huffin’ until I can’t drink life’s quirks
Predicting via cyberspaced computer alogrhythm yesterday that I’d live to be 1 3 8 years old, 138 jerks
Down with the gators in the bayou that foams out the Mississippi & the Gulf, it’s on the Cajun, my son
This means WAR, battleships ready, Air Force strikes NOW, it begins with a pin drop, remember 9 1 1!

Fist fights and high-tension philosophical arguments pro & con for the reason why we live Christ & Mo
Hindi hindsight gives a Zen shock to the monkey, under nobody’s wing but the two I got from Pa Adam
Eve’s got nothing to do with the slice of rib bone God made man from, Ma Eve came in second to none
Debts in the speakers comin’ out of electric vibrations of steel & electric Kool-Aid wire in one big gun.

Proof of the existence of babies & the dead people they turn into cosmic dust storms between a star
Hundreds of millions, billions & billions of infinite helium, hydrogen, oxygen, nitro fuel gets us all far
Ponies and mules, horses and alpacas to carry the load, the motherlode of the mines’ silver & gold
Monarchs, dictators, fool princesses and princes who inherited the power once their kin got too old.

Caused a war full of killing battles to blow up the children of the bad guys & the good guys in camp
In and out of the metal, the woodwind, the percussion & strings from the banjos frets still smokin’
After you’re done, it’ll be finished right then, don’t worry about those you leave behind, a fix is In
Junkies and bums without the junk are still all too human, we kill germs to stay healthy, not Men.

So, this is that y’all get when you do what you do, how you do it, over & over again, a fix is far in
So far, so good, deep down inside it’s always the same thing, did I say that before, over & over sin
Venial for the mortals, who live and die with the pie in the sky in their eyes, until the final gasp ice
Puts your head’s face in a panic, eyes wide open, mouth agape, tongue stuck out the thrown dice.

It was sevens and elevens for a while until the snake eyes took over the concerto & played the Stones
Rolling them up and down the scales of love & the essence of being here and now, on the cellphones
Everybody’s got a number, cell or social, some sort of way to ID their presence then & there for me bro
To say you were here just like elder #Kilroy who went everywhere puttin’ his moniker on the gumbo.

Kick your ass in, kick you in the noggin because you needed to face up to the situation, life is shorted
High as the plateau & as low as you can go down to the core of the burnt out dust ball, gods’ aborted
Mink stoles on the hangers, dead mink minded but nobody too human cared, fur stole for naked apes
Picked strong strings on frets from a holy metallic frenzy, blues, jazz, rocked, angels’ daughter escapes.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER Xth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Kicked this punk out of the house this morning, came back this afternoon so, blasted out while jammin’ to the @PoynterSisters link @ https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=G5d46NmVS2Yt7bUk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UnderstandingsTheKeyToTheDoor #CarlosSantana #Supernaturally #ChambersBrothers #PoynterSisters #JackieGleason #AndAwayWeGo #StarTrekInfinityReality

WE DON’T EVEN THINK WE’LL TRY & AWAY WE GO

I never said ‘never’ except right there I just typed what I thought I could skip, say it again, it’s aliens’ Sin

Pepper sprayed and then you named the junk-yard dog the same, it’s a miracle the salt of Earth planned
From origin to the final destination is a trip of the brain firing off the neurons that evolved from the Mud
On being one of the creations of divinity, hey man, looky-here now, it’s all a blinded belief in the Nothin’.

Reciting the words in constant repetition to enhance the strength of the magic spell comin’ out of a Man
Atmospheric pressure nearly too much tiny, little feet my mama blew out her womb, bar room over here
I win every game without cheating because I change the rules as the Time moves around in Space, I Will
Survival of the most fit among the species is identical to the prime objective of God, been all too human.

That guitar and those drums beat the sound out of the Ether, thin air, moving It All in angelic, boss tones
Hot or not, frozen pain doesn’t hurt anymore, can’t remember the day I was born, won’t recall the Ends
Either survival or total dissolution of the conscious mind, I call it me, myself & I, depending on the lights
Ultraviolet to infrared, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I have no control over the breeze or prize fights.

Special sea of water & air, drinkin’ & gaspin’ for the H2O & free gas from surface to stratosphere, it’s all
Of, for & by It, if you doubt the reality I have asserted, live long and prosper, understand nothing, bad call
Required & necessary for being sufficiently successful at being a friendly monster mutated by a low blow
Took it easy on you & me just because it was the right thing to do, good, bad & ugly all in the deep flow.

Soaked and wet until the pure air dried the thing itself, crying a river flowing into oceans of the unknown
Raised your hands & feet above your ashes after your pauper’s grave is filled with fool’s rested jets blown
Kids moved to tears due to disappointment or fear of being subjected to unwarranted, yelling ice cracked
Screamed to melt into the original flow of the star above that just stands & spins around in frontal flack.

Jack & Jill ran up the hill, sure they did, very nice of them to go together, surreptitious balls to four walls
Repeatedly doing one & the same thing, nothing else to do but everything that’s been done, a New Birth
Night owls or daydreaming fools blinded by the daylights reflecting off of the things themselves, it is so
Done with a wave of the hand, a spell igniting the cause of the effect appearing nowhere, let’s all go, all!

On the day you leave Earth, you won’t remember a day from the first bawling cry in the red blood of her
She was always there when I needed here & the other 10 people that depended on her attention further
Than their infancy & childhood headstone at the gravesite in the cemetery at the end of the glen’s Rock
No more warm heart, soft skin & warmer safe-place in the mind of the Man who moves block to block.

Maybe I’m wrong but it could be worse, you might be dreaming all of this life & you’re gonna awaken too
With or without knowing what will happen, it’ll happen, you’ll die like you were conceived, in & out blue
Now dig, you & I will find the wins and losses to be all there is, nothing more nor less than rules of fools
Follow all of 'em for no reason other than avoiding infarcted capital punishment, ol' sparky, gas or noose.

A big balloon rose up to the place that’s a barrier to the outside Space of Infinity, we’re Earthbound
But there in plain sight, there’s a primal power ingested right here, right now at this Bridge of Sighs
Just like the one you remember, adjusted your mood, your mind’s eye focused on the prize, a Sun
Hotter than you can handle, remaining a lone concept for analysis leading to knowing Truth’s fun.

Slow, rapid speed for the duration of crossed-eyes being wide open as it should be yet won’t be, so-so
Do what you can as long as you can until the understanding becomes one final snort of Indochina blow
Middle path between extremes of Right & Left wings of pretending to know what’s what, one guffaw
After recovery from the force-fed food for thought, hear the bells ring, they toll for Aliens on a seesaw.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER VIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 606 AMPST

{ Vamanos, jammed while noodling with @CarlosSantana concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnrVgXNn7aA }

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

SIX PARSECS FROM HOME or #WTF over... #WhatIsHIP? #YoMama #PlayLiveDeadHope #RAREearth

TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^OM^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?