Saturday Night Play Games Win Win Win OR NOT... I got this... G.O.A.T.S.

KIDS ARE GOATS, MY BOYS MADE GIRLS HAPPY

If you want some kissin’ then you call me up on my telephone’s spleen
Y’all just dial the right sequential order of things themselves, form it
As if you’re the creator of this universal particular made in USA dirt
Megafauna of music & philosophy, of the rebels who ran from a queen.

Freedom rocked the Plymouths & we’re still dodgin’ revolutionary lead
Either this or that ball & chain pullin’ on your strings of invisible bread
You know nothing, you knew it all along yet pretended to know it all, so
Here we are, you are where I am, better late than never, so let’s blow!

Fountains blowin’ water all over your drunk bones, still in a tuxedo den
Drenched your girlfriend, drunken stupor left her with some other Zen
Not mine et al, I fled the city into the Air’s Forces of America, the sticks
From it all, the up-brought come-up-pins from the Catholic bishop pricks.

Point is there ain’t one, there’s the many and then there’s naught left
It’s all right because nobody wants to be correct all the time in Space
Countess counting form One to a million & a half in one lifetime’s face
Bloodline blue, red & white & better to be brown, Howard RIPO trace.

Funk from the bottom of a Black Sabbath chant to the bowels of Hades
Heaven & Earth are the same now as always, here, now without my legs
Not a trace of my bones & leftover ashes burnt to a crisp by head fades
Y’all I am what I was before my Ma & Pa put the ego in the rotten eggs.

Bearing the burden of knowing nothing and not being able to articulate
Skull “KEYS” man, “PLEEEEEZE” but I didn’t respond, I was distressed
I hate you both & I love you too, you & I are one & the same, you got It
Right of Left wronged, it’s the answer you got, fax of life, ya ain’t #Chit!

I needed that and you wanted it as bad as the skin on yo’ bones’ souls
Talkin’ & preachin’ the Word to holy savages, lovin’ blind faith in holes
Complexity of the form analyzed into One concept, see without glasses
You’d die if you discovered Divinity’s intent, slow it down to molasses.

Every dawn of every day is a gift from the mercy of the gods who rule
My breath, my sustenance, my growth, my health, I owe it to DNA
Rules and regulations for the ticking of the clock past to future, die
With or without me, same old song, same story, come & go, then fly!

by

r j j  stephan, i

C.  Samedhi ROCKTOBER XXVIII^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to 634-5789 @WilsonPickett in a loop, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/TSGuaVAufV0?si=7pTLJtayZrQ1geaE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoSnitchZone #SnitchToEndTheHomey #ENDS #EVERLAST funk stone

NEVER FORGET the PRICE TO PAY MR POE, punk SAINT OF assassins pumpin’ STAIn

There’s no Time like the Present otherwise we’d be able to be present in the Future’s fake Past of dicks
Just like the fish-face Fake News, y’all know that I’m takin’ it to the bank, gone shotguns, knives & 30:06
I can’t be held responsible for the actions of all humans on Earth, past, present & future, yet I am the fix
Junction of the unknown with what I know, which is nothing at all, I’m here at the crossroad of the dicks.

Left out of the Loop downtown Chicago, born on the Midway between the temples, mosques & churches
Of my relatives, their foreign neighbors, friends and mates for life or just a little while, just as do leaches
When the blood is dried up, it’s onto another host to mass produce the scab scat, filling the Space with It
All of the rest of the universe other than my skin and bone is all in my mind, that’s all folks, an Id psyche.

From infant to musician, magician, philosopher and the corpse in the box up at the front of the room
Makin’ fun and crackin’ jokes about the memory of the dead and gone, memories of the slicing blades
Dogs and human riff-raff ran ahead and behind me, my daughters never got here, they got out of doom
Plenty to have gone around if they’d have arrived, late but still a gift from the good God above in Hades.

Finks and the bums near the railroad tracks and bus depots were cool when they graduated high schools
Then this life made them work for men who refused to pay them forever for doing nothing, gonad fools
Came from a spurt of organic muster, to be or not to be wasn’t a question then, it was just holy scat cats
From heaven or hell, above or below, here or beyond the perception of humanity, game over & I’m out!

I found out that there was a price to pay for being the oldest knife in the cutlery collection of monkeys
Crossed the bones, skinned the skull to expose the holes in arguments that came out of skin-bone buns
Precious love of the children borne from woman loins, blood of the unsaved placenta are skeleton keys
Fixed in exact sequential order of country grammar, southern Mississippi got down on the Chit-own guns.

Jizz of the jazz goin’ and comin’ up and down the scales of eights & dressed to the nines, mercy me fan
Blinded by the light of the starry sun, shouldn’t have stared into its black hole, it remained in the pan
Fried catfish and gumbo to keep my skin and bones high and mighty, sheltered & fruit of the loom too
Young and dumb, older, wise, for real there’s an imaginary riverbed, you rolled over on my blues, fool.

You wanted to be loved by me, I wanted to love you too but I didn’t need anybody’s love, heart soaked
So call me when you nee to ease the pain of bein’ broken, lost your dad, it all went up in smoke I toked
You need to stay away from me and my scat I collected way before I knew you existed here and now too
Long, lonely road but my back’s mighty strong since my debts are mostly all paid, the Ends, cosmic stew.

Caring or not giving the hoot of smokin’ the crack on the street, think you’re Jesse James breakin’ safes
Y’all get murdered rat snitchin’ to the Man, all too human it had to be, you & I know all about it, do tell
All of the good, bad, ugly and the goddam funny scat that passes for humor is the almighty’s dumb bell
Money drip out pockets off the corners of the block, breakin’ promises until the end, lookin’ it in the eye.

Recording of the same old song, it remained the same as it has always been, so above and so below, so?
Apes moved until they stopped, ate the matter to excrete it into the ether’s dead bones of the dead seas
I knew nothing & it’s still the same, yes, she kissed me softly & held me closely, stoned sober, hot coffee
Drank her up until I was full of a sinking junky fix, had to have more, all of it too, was my final low blow.

Why you smelled like flowers, sweet I had to get closer, and you backed off of me, no sugar tonight for it
My baby mojo worked the magic, it moved slowly but the molasses came in last but the best of all’s chit
Monkeys got no gods like humans do, white trash and the black Moore-type warrior blood merged DNA
Complete pi, 3.14 until the day we die, swear to God, the truth is, mouth’s gapin’ wide-open, ph’qqn ‘A’!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XXVIIth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @EVERLAST #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/gqS4oVDkqaU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CloseToTheBeginningOfTheEnds #EVERLAST #SPRINGSTEEN #REAGAN

FOR NO REASON AT ALL, EXISTENCE EATS ITSELF INTO THE VOID VOCIFERATE 

Fear of your mothers & fathers you inherited this whole shebang of rock & stone
Of dirty rats and insects who eat the planet’s living things that die, a man arises
Out of the muck and mire from a universal swamp of DNA tombs of God’s bone
Reinforce your behavior, you take it for granted that it’s alright in any old crisis.

Brain waves from an inserted imagination into a mouse brain, monkey with ape
Putting you & your associates into a pool of rocks that roll inside your head vape
Ambiguity of the language cannot be ascertained by @AI therefore, inferior ends
Symbolic representation of what you perceive inside, mutated to objective sins.

Say the words, mean what you say and say what you mean, women and men too
Out of your hands once the Word’s been uttered and written down, cursive form
Shaped into all things themselves & what they do to consume one another’s wood
Maybe the same or another as their own form, what was love alive is a dead food.

On to the stove to heat, fry or bake it until it’s too hot for germs to live within me
Down the hatch with company or alone, depending on the mongrels at the table
Hunters make their followers the scavengers that they are, low IQ bunch of rabble
Paupers don’t know that their image is feared by the timid & innocent in a bubble.

You had all of the keys to all of the vending machines & the cash safes of mankind
In your city, you cancelled the enforcement, silent peace to every dark corner alley
God’s damned you burglar morons of the jump city turned bump city, a dirty bum
Silver and black, gold and white, all dust in the wind, you know, I know, God scum.

It’s naturally a fast or a knuckle ball, I hit them into the stands left, right of center
The count was always 3-2 until the final homer is walked off, duffed cap to gods
Of Ruth and Gehrig, Doubleday is a double header in Abner’s Cooperstown, 1839
Hot as loaded pistols, #Ballgame postponed for a spell to be Civil War general sign.

Pickled appearance in a jar, nice as spice in a can, now dead as a door-nail’s point
All for One and One for all, it’s a matter of Time in Space about a martial art fight
Sun, starlight, fission and fusion of atomic substance makes me here & now bright
At a point down the middle of the road, It’s a yield & stop sign ahead, toke a joint.

Got a line on you & I to keep us under the thumb of the Oneness, we’re the robot
Good and Evil, Beautiful & Ugly, you will be entertained until your last breath’s chit
Comin’ down to being eliminated by Earth mortality, live dead avoidance play skit
Can’t skip rope anymore, double Dutch is now a large double mocha au extra shot.

Mystery is a conundrum presented to an imagination using rationality & intellect
To decide which conclusion is rational & not as illogical as others in an occult sect
Stay quiet without falling asleep, don’t think about subjects & objects to predicate
Know nothing about anything, see, hear, taste & feel evil, live life, baby birth date.

Common ground I’m on as above, so below, Earth is the dirt above my gravesite
Being part of the thing on the surface, humanity’s civilized culture, I had to fight
About the Truth & the falsehoods made in lieu of being exiled to the Hades’ fire
This story has to be begun but nobody saw the beginning, pay grade was higher.

What made the germs that evolved into the civilized clones of Adam & Eve spurts
Call divine God, gods, divine, aliens from another solar system, this one or God’s
Check-mark yes or no on the question, are you going to run into a tree & smash it
Your face, bones’ mind’s consciousness, you lost your touch, it’s all a bull’s chit!

by

r j j  stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXVI^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Caused the First Cause to Cause the Final Effect of The One that caused the whole shebang, murder the air we breathe, God’s dead now & gods ain’t here anywhere chat GPT @RonaldReagan link @ https://youtu.be/vtNTmdwrr44?si=kqg_sHVtRPS2jMEc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?