Win, Won, Wanker #ClassicRock @TheEagles @Santana . . . & the rock pounders of the world!

EATING LUNCH ALL BY YOURSELF?

Singing victory songs in locked jaws of defeat, it’s a swan song of the eagle’s dive

Gone before the dust settled on grounds of coffee in the dirty grave of higher jive

You do whatever you please, whatever you will do knowing that you’re too far gone

Crouched down with my cougar that stalks Earth for the little bones all alone, son.

Recollection of the whole shebang's improbable; can do the impossible as you will

Above so below it is so, cats prowl, dogs get leftover entrails, bloody wet tooth fates

Hunger feeds on itself, satiation comes & goes, then hunger returns for another kill

7 trillion greenbacks qualify for the Gold, hunk of garbage out Compton’s straights.

Boys and girls into dead bodies in caskets underground, they’ve already gone up

Inline of outer spaces between planets & asteroids blown by Big Bang hold ups

Flight with or without wings, just in a void of all that can’t be observed, neon light

Trucks’ four-wheel drives gone far uphill to the tip-top, wings spread gods’ fight.

Known, unknown & in between regardless of the Void outside the things I see to be

Pen, pencil, stylus & the eight fingered, two thumbed etch-a-sketch, black sand sea

Erase you & the recollection of your appearance in my head, so mindful nevermore

Crow, raven, birds of black feathers & golden-bald eagle mutants, in-flight whore

Unpaid prostitution of the gamete evolution as the world turns, Earth bury mama

Y’all didn’t let me down easy, none did, heaven knows free at 23, ain’t tellin’ papa

Because cause & effect remain the same, as above, so it is all day & night down low

Undercover love above the fool’s fold of that, #ReadAllAboutIt scat, about WW3!

Funky as smells that gets no fresh air, nevermore, skunk of the sewer high on lies

Grounded in buttermilk of cows, ate dead muscles of 4-legged mates, sea wife dies

Professional amateur on the circuit, unpaid while others glean silver & gold coins

Mirror image doubled presence of everything that’s nothing, sages see, turn a pae.

Chains broke my heart & the feeling that I couldn’t move more than 6 feet, oh jail

On the shelf of the poor & rich, equal clothing & nudity, bald & hairy on a 3rd rail

Been where you are, done the things you’ve done & some you haven’t a thought of

Wrong, bad to the 208 bones, immaculately conceived Matter’s drone, gods above.

Bitten tongue bleeds until saliva seals the doom of an finite leak of 5 pints of red

Blood turns blue inside the heart to big red spurting spout-bleed out of the dead

Pushed in dissection of organic matter, autopsy cadaver’s world’s epiphany, Kid

Lucky to have gotten a tic & a tac here & now, I see I’m invisible, unseen, ghosted

I know nothing more than that I’m breathing, certainly, except while in deep sleeps

Then & only then, a holy ghost begins infiltration of a spit-shined spirit of my peeps

My love flows in my veins & gets eliminated with things I call wasted time, a drain

I’m multiplying my division before I subtract fraction of additional turf, bury pain.

Free or slave, you’re gonna leave without a ceremony for you, ones left on hind teat

Cause of a First moving thing is a grand gesture of Onestar, got hot to handle chit

Idiots & morons result in production of geniuses of the right & left political sway, 0

Zeroed in on a final gasp of wind, lights flashed red to yellow to green, now we GO!

Got whiskey in barrels & beer in kegs for the party, a Win-Win situation, dead on

High inebriation causes logic & reason to delete recollection of all right & wrong

Pumped shotgun for a load, no double-barrel but it'lll do for bums & junkies, son

Break it on down, hold the line, draw, winner or loser, funky freak’s victory song!

Tight quarters, loose lips sink ships & the matter at hand becomes bad juju all afoot

Infiltrates every atom’s nucleus, code of conduct for DNA goes down to a wild root

Touched & merged with the ground soil, dry or wet, separate but equal to the skin

Sweet nothings whispered, can’t hear ‘em, deaf, hard to hear, drank shots of slo gin.

I am hereafter now, head’s on a swivel to see the invisible without daylight eyesight

It’s a feeling, a series of emotions merging into One, I’m copasetic or wanna fight

For a God-given, atheist right to freedom of expression, words & meaning gleaned

Liberty died for freedom saved from annihilation by wonky honky-babies weaned.

Harm in Harlem, bedlam in a City of Angels, coast to coast for the huddled mass

Of lumps of skin & bone leftover by mortal sinners, copulated & forgot baby pass

To get on the planet’s ground, tricky trip, spirit in synch, body-mind at-one seizes

Full metal jacket full of rounds that square up, dangle of a triangle’s PhD degreed.

It’s a recurring daymare observed every day from 18 to 88, present is wishing well

Y’all go to sleep & fail to be awakened by the cock’s crow, rooster awaiting mating

All eggs all gone as species reduce the planet’s pain, humans, all go extinct in hell

Why we’re burned, buried, or immersed in salt water of the sea, for a wedding ring.

Adapt or die, don’t adapt & also die, there’s no other option, dream as the final-end

Woke up being awake to the nature of Life I live, afraid no more of cream de la crop

Hula-hoops moved hips in circular jerks of bare-bones-below, don’t make it stop

Heads in the weed, better than in sand, increases survivability, God'll never offend!

Sculpture is carved out of alabaster & cheese cloth frozen in past Time, unmoved

Moving means, you’re alive, unmoved means you’re not, a concept's empty groove

Beer for my horses & whiskey for my men, gettin' higher than Jupiter’s moons

Countdown, lions roaming backwoods, ready to bite/eat Final-Food, End Game.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, March 24th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Banked in the Eight-Ball off of the Nine-Ball, drafted this gem whilst jammin’ to #LosinMyReligion #Top100ClassicRockHITS link @ https://youtu.be/ksNj-0SKZG0?si=IkJfe3-scAj8N6rr }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LoveFades #ExtinctionIsImmanent #DreamingWhileWOKE #MyPillowtalk #Superstitious @ACDC

I AM WINNIN’ AS Y’ALL ARE LOSIN'

Once in a great while too, you get deep into the game & become immersed in It
Whatever it’s meant to be, it has now become what it is, indeed, a winner’s chit
I know, you know, we all know the final score, or we’re frozen cold, out the door
Wet dreams turn to dust or come true for a NYC minute; fate wakes up for more.

Direct hits and draws on the infinite credit for becoming at One with the stars’ fires
Microdots to all who aren’t stone blind in the eyeballs, cones & rods funeral pyres
Drifting in and out of consciousness since a smash in the snout of Chevys & Fords
Your father warned you of the accusers who come around, out of the floorboards.

Walls fell in and the game of the infinite turned to dust too, it’s indeed all too human
As if it was ever a gift from the benevolent being or Beings in the cosmic soup brand
Mirror images copy your countenance for the xerox machine, image of your jive arse
Sat on the wonder glass from nuke fission’s fusion, copped imaginary piles of cars.

Melted into the Singularity as if there was neither Black Hole nor White Dwarf in Space
Wives of the reproduction line to keep the soul dug deep into the graveyards of red dirt
Black dirt just a remnant of the total incineration of H2O into Carbon blades on my face
Shaved clean for the photography to document the imaginary image of leather and lace.

Underneath the silver, silk sheets, between the quilt of plastic foam and sheered sheep
I needed a handout or something to help me up out of the deep hole I tripped off asleep
First Cause of the BBQ Tequilla party ain’t my problem, a papal game via hot bovine dogs
Minced meat mega ground up dead skin & muscles, burger BBQ & beau coups burnt logs.

Know what wisdom is before you find it anywhere, in another human or in a dusty old tome
Guns formed to be shot, roses bloomed to be smelled, paint a picture, draw & overcome
Don’t advertise a will to power nor the result, that’s the joker hand that trumped a whinner
I got it & you know it, nothing more nor less than absolute SMILES, I fly high, Nothing diviner.

For the last time, it’s the first time I’m saying words that predicate the whole shebang’s Zen
Kind being of the first and second helpings after the collapse of the gods & their holy men
Care and it’s polarizing opposite, puts evolution square in the crosshairs of Extinction’s Foo
It’s neither lust nor love that puts the beast into a frenzy without guilt, just to eat, a bamboo.

Harmony calling in the darkness for something to hear the rhythm and rhyme of the Words
Flying from continent to continent, pole to pole, around the world in one day, supersonics
What you want, what you need, may be the same or different things, analyze the concepts
Put yourself in your place when you find Truth lurking in a brain shadow, bein’ hip, I’m hep.

Last and first being one and the same thing, nothing at all, no soul, no mind full of superego
Fair to say and fair to believe the same old story humanity has always had, Aztec coke blow
Rupture the heart valves for beating too many times under duress that can’t be overcome
It sticks teeth into the muscle and drains the loving blood of the ancestors, back to scum.

No evil in the scum, it’s a natural and neutral thing itself, a sort of ooze from the Big Bang
Amigos and amigas getting’ the Tequilla ready for the fiesta, I ask no questions, I just sang
Poet people put the gods of Greece into perspective, separated Adam & Eve, lost in space
Whipped up the foam into a cream of the crop, even the sour turned to sweet in the face.

Kissed lips and cheeks, above & below the head to the toes, species survives the climactic
Out of control wills to the powers get locked in prisons for penitentiary penance, soul sick
Not the fault of the creator, the parents have no obligation to cover violations of commands
Therefore, if you think, then you know you exist with moral compass or not, you’ll have fans.

Either way, pretend ticks of the moments of Time keep track of the evolution revolutionary
A blown galaxy merges with the feed of a thriving galaxy, the two make the One, as you see
Mystery no more, words are written in every permutation of the tongue, paper or plastique
Either way the dissemination of insemination permeates the biosphere, this is all too chic.

This is no simple complication, it’s a conundrum without a solution, I think, ergo ego, I am
Shout out to Rene Descartes who now doesn’t think; therefore, he is not any longer, Slam
If it’s not one thing it’s another as it was before, it’ll always be that way, I’m a passenger
On the trip for the duration of my prototype, spiritual arrangements have been made for.

Soul function, spirit naturally is the appearance of animation of the DNA, acidic blue light
Fight good & bad rumbles in the jungle, for the cause of the gang, thugs fight the good fight
Here’s the space in time, cancel the internet cyberspace by turning off the feed, lights out
It increases the likelihood of your mothers & fathers dying in vain, battle-war gets a shout. 

God ain’t dead because God was never alive, if you’re not an idiot, you’ve gleaned that chit
Language is slippin’ tongues in and out of your false teeth and loose lips, dreamin’ of @fitbit
Priority for the piety and holiness of the actors and actresses in this movie, that’s this Life
Printed your mind’s thoughts, naked 1st then dressed to kill, I pronounce you man & wife.

Hit yourself to wake up or wait until someone knocks the chip off your shoulder pads
It will probably hurt you more than it hurts anyone else, you’re the best at being bad
Mark your paperwork with the quotes and references, there’ll be an exam at The End
Guts to invade with the horde, a herd of monsters created by illegal & legal alien Zen.

Independent of your heritage, you will die completely alone without a friend or fiend
Any Earth town, city, state, territory, country, nation on any continent on any planet
Assuming that one, there’s other planets & two, there’s liquid to cover the dry matter
Bordered around my house, around my town, around my castle of private dirt scatter.

Paid the bills, mine and yours, got the shots, you did not get the shots, spread stupid
Out to everyone, shout or whisper, hear the message, you’re finite, you’re gonna die
Get your mission accomplished if you have one, enjoy the ride if you don’t have one
Dragged to the finish line whether you like it or not, it’s rigor mortis for all, have Fun!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March XXIIIrd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 

{ Cocked because I am Locked & Loaded, ergo new WORD @ https://youtu.be/CTg8LY6W5NM?si=XtZSfbzFRuP7vcru }

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

DON’T #substack ME

CONVICT DELUSION OF INNOCENCE BABY #OHgirl #BeerForMyHorses #ImWinning

PRETEND BODY & SOUL WON’T SURVIVE EXTINCTION’S DOOM

-------------xo gods-------------------

Two wrongs do not make one right, that would be a fallacious argument in a fool’s face
It might be the ways and means of the forms and shapes of the times that shape Space
Time too that seems to be a measure of your relationship with the cosmic Brand flakes
Gods and the gold, primary function of a bullied boy is to become the government cake.

If you’re a moron, you look like a moron, you speak like a moron, you write like one tool
High crimes & misdemeanors flap you lips sir Raskin or Holmes of the Sher Locke’ fool
Swine kidney saved your DNA, savin’ pigs is no fine meal for the carnivores of humanity
How now, piggy heart, can we use PIG when we’ve clogged every blue-blooded artery?

Serious as a heart attack, the coronary thrombosis comes & goes with the Earth’s spin
Revolving, orbiting, stuck in the sun’s gravitational collapse in an infinite vortex of Gin
Shots with the tonic got me over the facts of life, being out of control, I created The Toy
Of the Man above & below me, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, CLEAN, reverent boy.

Dramatic Talkie from First Cause’s walking dead, stayin’ alive in the coffin grave, Revive
Lumps of skin and bone, asleep even while wide awake, inner blind faith’s comfort dove
Peace to the ones who struggle to get over their own abuse by elders, the evil are alive
With you & with me, some guitar strings pluck the arpeggio & hit Hits, all below & above.

Original sin recollection or total ignorance of the reason for the Earth’s existence inline
Matter and the Forms, shapes of the things we have discourse about, cyber intercourse
Events are the memory of an illusionary presence & it’s momentary lapse of dreaming
In colors of the rainbow or in basic black & bright white, either way divinity’s scheming.

Creating the creation and taking no responsibility for the actions of the offspring, it’s Life
The narrow way is to act as an orphan without companions would, to be One cool knife
No back up required, self-sustaining logistics to stay alive & comfortable for the duration
Of good & bad times happening to everyone on every dried-up continent, I’m mortal sin.

You cannot pay a fine high enough to pay divine transgressions, you’ve been conceived
Intelligent life can’t be discerned underwater or in an invisible, empty mind, yet, believed
Impossible that a contradiction can be a Truth, back-to-back holes-in-one don’t happen
17 million to one, a highly impossible shot in the dark to a divine microdot, a lion’s den.

Heavenly bodies more than the human females’ 207 bones born, being cosmic void scat
The barrier to the Space between all things in the galaxy is invisible, you still collapse it
Freedom ready for Will to Power trending expansion, annihilation, obliteration God spat
Jealousy of my jelly beans, make ‘em Joe, I ate ‘em grampa, rotten tooth karma’s Fitbit.

Star to star, face to face, understand what’s going on in backgrounds behind your back
Biscuits with grave butter that clog the tubes of the many, I am One, the same as Black
Skin color in the dark is the identical hue and shade, only idiots lack the discretion high
Not the fault of an idiot, it’s DNA genetic inheritance, love is blind, it makes the Big Guy.

Daddy knows nothing, mommy knows most if not all that needs to be known, need to no
Just say no, it feels very good to be in control of the behavior you’re responsible for, bro
Sisters too, you’re not left out of the obligation to be responsible for your actions, oh girl
I’d be in trouble regardless of proverbial “End Times”, I think, ergo I’m God’s whole whirl.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Uplinked from the @TrumpTowerPenthouse & @500ItalianFreemasons & drafted from #Hades’ link @ https://youtu.be/9FSJKmEUZfI?si=gfmtc9L24wGy6LSK }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?