#MounntainDew or #Dye or #BeStardust #WoodstockBoy

 

GOT WHAT I PUT INTO THE WHOLE SHEBANG

Timing is everything in Space, a long, long time ago before all humans became evil reasons
All due to the least likely to survive, unfit beings saved to reproduce species’ extinction sons
The fix was in before anybody knew it, you’re dreaming of the thing itself, dead ended love
One way to go full speed ahead, nobody goes backward, God’s no reversal of heaven above.

From hot water, H2O pair of oxy-hydro ash of the end of this solar system’s carbon quake
Cause of the first time an atom split is your conscious wokeness of the pain that baby’s fake
Crying crocodile tears in the swamp bog as if there’s a way to return to the beginning dawn
In the final spin of the darkness enveloping blown atomic light, great awakening you pawn.

No king and no queen, no bishop, cardinal or neophyte son of idiots & morons, too human
Above it’s dark, below it’s dark, in a closet it’s dark, after your death of bones, it’s still man
No pins dropping to spoil the roar of empty, dead air, no idyll chit chat with your best boon
Higher than the lowlife on the bottom of a bog, below a swamp’s things themselves’ moon.

It is what it is, I am what I am, you’ll never know how much I really care about surviving
Will to the power for aid in the success comes from some great grandfathered-in original G
Hot or cold out of the faucet, wet water drank and rinsed all in and out of my filthy crying
Wasting tears on wasted nights and days, revolving the rotation & wobble, infinity’s thing.

Before and after the misconception, it’s creative license to apply linguistic uncertainty et al
For you, your ancestral descendants & God there’s nothing more nor less than we ever see
You get it all in the matter material things with material girls and boys in the rockin’ band
Mild and harsh, as above so below, healed the deaf and dumber 20/20 vision of Ayn Rand.

What you do with your life is already your destiny, there’s no free will in the egg conception
Survival in darkness for a year or so means nothing at all when all Truth displays the dawn
Where I come from, there’s deadened Earth, cool wind and hot fire, move like a king pawn
Sixty-four squares on the plane’s 3rd dimension, wavelength of the 3-D, impossibility of sin.

Create the things, you are responsible for everything the things do & say, war kills things
Battle to keep the peace, knock off the disagreement with the enhancement of three rings
One or two rings aren’t sufficient, the third is a necessary condition to keep up the flow
Middle path goes one way with no return or turnabout, I am the only one I am, now blow!

For the sake of the grandfathers and grandmothers who got us here by hook or by crook
Before you could disobey the rules you needed to know the punishment, avoid pain hook
Nobody I ever knew liked the pain, punishment for the punishers, warn the fool monkey
Skullcaps cry ‘cause you spanked ‘em, so just die, after or before Time’s up, skeleton key.

Games without the rules aren’t games but that chaos can’t be avoided, played hard ball
Nothing soft about the round projectiles, need a glove to catch, bat to smash a strike call
Colloquialism just an idiom of my handy locutions of word salad & dressing to sixty nines
Thrown out the club, threw up in the gangway, drank ‘til drunk, I died, now it’s just fine.

I think I died but I still wanted one more drink, wasn’t inebriated any longer#, just Woke
Up or down makes no difference when you’re on the surface of the spin, lookin’ like a dope
Energy fully engaged, blown to smithereens, what you see is what you get, now don’t choke
Swallow the wad, it’s gonna go through the stellar system, I’m the hangman with the rope!
by

 r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June V^th, MMXXXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out the jam while listenin’ to @Everlast #GrammasHand
on youTube link https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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

#HaveNoMercyNoLordFlatbush #NoGaylords #UpDown #Gaylords #GrammasHand #Everlast #Everclear #TheLifeAcoustic #GoodUglyAndBadArse

POTLUCK IS ALL they GOT

HOOKEd on ups & Downs

Contents of the Cosmos is teaming with life both as we know it, virtually bacteria & nucleic acid
Monkeys know no more nor less than the naked apes who developed civilization, tamed beasts
Nurtured by Nature or unnatural orphanages that house the accidental conceptions of all moms
Mission is impossible to ascertain without a deep dive into lower echelons’ embedded bombs.

Zip your lip and your barn door to keep the secrets undivulged by any living being, man or alien
Facts of Life are vague, about the One & the many on the way to a black hole’s Singularity within
Timeline of infinity imagines a never ending pattern of numbers you named Fibonacci sequence
Nature from the neutron, the proton, the atom in geometric forms full of Platonic living on Ice.

Aristotle’s Socratic koans appear as draconian attempts at Platonic dialogue ‘tween blind bones
Believers & sceptics put all hands on deck for the beginning of anchors away my boy, Zen koans
Woe be tide you if you pay no attention to all pending doom ahead & behind your elderly knees
Killer scroll down through the nouns, pronouns, verbs, adverbs & adjectives of the slaves’ pleas.

Necessary condition for the conclusion’s validity is using logic for the key to the predication sign
Premises assumed lead to deductive or inductive arguments pro or con, settle Nothing, it’s fine
Nobody cares when you die that you’re dead and gone, it’s nothing personal, just the fax of life
You get a new car, all of you all get a new car, no trade-in required, it’s tax-free like a new wife.

Completed a free ride you never knew you were on until the excitement dried up a wet dream
Knowledge & wisdom with the ignorance & moronic idiocy of the masses yields God’s scheme
Algebra & Trigonometry fill this Void with an infinite number of recombinant DNA more or less
Any way you look at it from above or below the timeline, there’s nothing else at all, atomless.

The human pound just like the dog pound, fatherless and motherless bitches and puppy scat
Everywhere gravity allowed, the dropping of the ingested mush and flushed H2O for the shat
My mistakes to have allowed the dogs to be bred and raised to be champions, stud fee 2 grand
Best job in the dog’s world of seeing, hearing, barking, eating & filling holes nobody can stand.

Civil suit & tie, with or without the vest, depending on the game of cards at a table of felt
Shadows come over the kitty, the pot is full of everyone’s chips, I pulled four aces, I dealt
High as the lower deck of the outfield where homers all fall from the sky, batter got wood
Timing is everything before or after the exact moment of Will to Power, late show’s good.

Happiness is the happy ending that sometimes conceives & sometimes shoots blank shots
Like jello shooters of vodka on a Popsicle stick, you think it’s cool candy until you’re soused
Beyond the good & evil you consider when sane, to the high spirit’s insane drunks we salute
It’s always for those about to rock, last gasp of air, see a golden ratio, give up the ghost root.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, June 4, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Cranked this #GoldenRatio gem out the Cosmic woodwork all day today while jammin’ to @ZZTop / @LynyrdSkynyrd 2024 link @ https://youtu.be/zxvzJozYaUg?si=vvlifPqdLadM_3cJ  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#VirtueIsVice #ViceIsNiceForThePrice #Freedom #JMHendrix

t'WAS A HUGE GIANT, PERFECTLY FIT FOR FUN

Put the squeeze on the flagella and beat them into a submission groove, follow a leader

I came before the Timing was just right, rejected to the perimeter without hope, a pleader
To be or not to be, in love or out of it all, the way is narrow & everyone gets one fat chance
Out of sight of the creator of the whole shebang, 4th corner gets no counter-punch dance.

Around in circles or the square block, you triangulate to the target for the last time, it’s On
Nobody has the power to negate the positive flow of momentum to an occult blood-stone
Whether you see it comin’ or not, one thing’s for certain, some won’t get a second chance
All One & done for the fortunate few without karma, Time is Space’s place for hot romance.

I ain’t a giant humanoid nor a good, bad or evil creation of an impeccable creature, a god
Dog spelled in reverse is God, coincidentally I have the score of my soul here and now, pop
You forgot to let me know the reason, the truth about the thing, why you loved my mama too
Ready to open a Pandora box, I’m adopted due to the pregnant person being too young fool.

Fully invested in the success of the Time spent, there’s no way to quit, the way I planned it
Nobody and nothing can block my way, it’s all about me & my way, you can hit the highway
Whether you do or not is not my concern, all I ask is for you to stay way off of my fairway
I got a handicap but a nice 36 holy stroke of genius, gave me the lowest score on record.

Rehabilitation was a challenge if you never imagined it would ever happen to you, shocks
Up your leg to the top of your head, electronics move from cell to cell via synapses tricks
Near the Great Lakes or east to the coast of Maine in a loop & a cross-country trek, shots
Eternity gets dug 6 feet underground as if the burial is for eternity, Allah programs robots.

Gods filled the hearts and souls of the Cro-Magnon humans, just like a Santana axe riff
Like an anchor with the beats of the rhythm and the rhyme, stuck like glue to the riff-raff
Had to do it and leave a message that I couldn’t delete, the cat got out of the plastic bags
Through the center of the atoms, it all comes down to yelling out loud at the enemy hags.

Willing the things to line up like planets Mercury, Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus & Neptune
Forgetting about Venus and Pluto as planets too hot and too cold to make the grade to be
Part of one solar system radiated by one Sun’s radioactive deterioration in perpetuity’s sea
Hydrogen & oxygen, material forms disintegrate into orgasmic cows jumpin’ o’er a moon.

I have a routine for a basic training routine which will prepare even Sad Sack to warrior up
It’s as if magic words cause the effect just by making the sounds string words into a circle
For the jerks to move in their counterclockwise ovals, forcing the beasts to carry a dwarf
For the whole life before the injury from running the top DNA into an atrophy body morph.

Getting back every single piece of your heart you loaned out to the friends of the moments
More than one or just the One singular thing itself created out of microscopic eggs & semen
Spies can fool the fools who trust the humanity of every person who isn’t dead out of time
Reportage deduced, assumed premises, floats your boat until the idiots drop dead rhyme.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Third of June, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING AT ALL