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FAIR GAMES,WINNER DIES

In cahoots with all that I am, I am all in for the duration, it’s my rodeo, I’m the champ
Certainty is fair game when you have almighty power to wield, a lady or Trump tramp
Just because you think you’re so pretty and smart, you think everyone knows it too
But they not only don’t know that but also they believe the precise opposite of you.

Hills on the way to the mountains’ snow-capped tops and then back down to the sea
An ocean between us and a freefall skydive out of high-altitude low opening ‘chute to be
Or not to be isn’t a question with anything at all in conclusion, ancient history deep & dark
High or out of the trance which consciousness conjures up for a phenomenal meadowlark.

Problem in paradise at the promenade where the gangland mobs gather to fortify a pledge
Allowing the benefit of being in a group of younger adults who won’t allow non-conformity
Being as wild as the innocent babies and toddlers in the Barrio or in the ghetto hot the city
Dreams come & go in a wisp of wind it’s not real, more of a figment imagined on the edge.

Bringing home the bacon or some other stray piece of meat from the #BattyMeatMarket
Malfunction in the intersection of the life & death process, a syndrome of catastrophe set
As if you had anything at all to do with the function & juxtaposition, yet you didn’t grasp it
Million dollars I did get was counterfeit and it wasn’t worth the paper it got printed on chit.

In syncopation with the synchronicity, I gleaned the impossible imposters of balls & jacks
Highlights of the best plays of each game of competition are available at cost of 2 Big Macs
Quarter-pounder or Double-Double cheese in the animal’s style of caramelization In & Out
You get the shake, extra-done, animal-style fries too & you can check out a champ’s bout.

Pretending who you pretend to be with or without the knowledge of who you really are then
As above so below it will be also, Idiots, Morons, Gods, mortal creations of evolution Time
Space split the atoms & there’s just one molecule leftover, it’s the God charm, mighty men
Mighty mice, mighty archangels handcuffed, clipped wings, it’s domestic phenomenon.

Worked the cattle drive and the brick-hacking line in a clay-brick plant, 40 hour paid
If and only if you deduce the Truth from the assumptions of unknown, dead monks
Then and only then will be left alone with your blind faith, unlikely to flip the narrative
To be or not to be is not the issue, what it is most fit to survive is the unHoly Will to live.

In concerts and small cabarets in the fleet of music from classical to country & ‘tween
Out of an already present egg & gamete of DNA in flux, One creates a goodman mean
Neither below nor above, immersed or surrounded by the low lives in the High places
Homegrown or implanted by the transplanted tomatoes and beans, to feed the faces.

Oh say! You can’t see it now but something is comin’ out of the Past into your Future
Be the brave homo sapiens you’ve been trained to be without blades in revelry’s lair
I know I’ll be there where it’s at, I hope you’ll do the same & be right there as well, see
Through the sham scam, ghost in a machine awakens without memory, at our mercy.

It’ll be the way it is right now, the same way it’s always been, predictable as predicates
Verbs of action making things & the entire Noun universe nothing other than blind dates
Inside the apartment’s compartment where the sun don’t shine, that’s the gist of y’all too
Lurk & stalk what you like & can’t be by yourself, wetter dream than the last, this is true.

by
r j j stephan i

c.  Mardi, 6-11-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST PST

{ Regurgitated while jammin’ to #Everlast #TheLifeAcoustic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM?si=KQP2OmpR4MXMNXcQ}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SAINTED

@StrappedPackin9mm @That's the Truth! #ShopAround #HoudiniMagic #Samples? Nooooooooooooooooooooo

W.O.R.D. TATOOED TEAR SHERIFF OFFICER UNPAID firestarter #harryhoudini

Overlaid my hat down right there by the door near the front porch, inside not outside

I was there but I wasn't there for long, just a moment out of the millennia frozen, far side

It came and went like it was never even there in the first place, world is a figment of stones

Crumbled from ejection of absentee father I call, Sun without a day spin of my kin's bones.

Baptism, Confession, Communion, Confirmation, Ordination & Extreme Unction extinction

Born into the mythology that the dead men wrote down on parchment & cyberspace origin

Just the invented imagination of the blown-up molecules full of atomic matter, energy I sing

You know it, I know it, you can't believe it & I'm thinking you'll be surprised at the Ending.

Apes eating whatever grows until it's all gone and they look at one another starved mugshot

Bottoms-up on your final sip of the wine of the past Time's broken records, no god means a lot

All you have is what you've got, lucky to be here for a momentary lapse of the Spring's season

Baseball pastime, broken records Boxing, Batting, Touchdowns & Homeruns for food, common.

Schooled all empty minds with a spongeful of sticks & stones to throw at the King and Queen

The Historical is hysterical if you put the reverence to rest, once and for all, think cave of Man

Empty and dark until the colors were perceived by a mutant from the RNA malfunction dream

Images moving as cinema flashes light through a thin film of chemical reactive cookies & cream.

Still hungry with The Jones of my addiction, bursting the balloon with sheer immortality spins

Around in coracles, wobbling to and fro, one way, one man, one oar, a hit and run bully's sins

Expect nothing & everything comes at you without regard for your attention, you shot the dope

Stoned and shattered by the gangster rat-a-tat boom-boom, regardless, the holy man is the pope.

Inherited nothing from it all, everything was here & will be here forever, except my superego set

Id, Super Ego & little ol' me doin' what can't be done by anyone else, just breathe in & out of it

No other way to belong to the group, it's the only way to be on the narrow path's crossroad debt

Left over the karma your ancestors are responsible for, it's not fair to pay by acting like an idiot.

Thirty or a thousand miles away from the Truth because it's always right there inside your head

Cow's teat milk & honey help to keep empty minds alive for a while, a timeline that's divine fed

By the unknown, that you know, feels like there's one more chance to succeed, to never bleed

Strong forever until the final blow of rotten teeth & bad breath even Listerine couldn't read.

Damn skippy I'm right, on the far left, center or far right, it's a straight line to die on the fly

Honor and respect for the ones who weren't lucky enough to be all too human, like Ma & Pa

Needed the two to tango in order to become the holy roller you are today, it's credit to be high

Soul and body aches gone with a gasp, walked on the lonely road, its was home, I'm The Guy!

Killin' me with pain 'cause I call your name when I know you ain't there, no answer comes

Grind the grounds until the brew is satisfactory and you've gotta go to Hell and get all gone

No freedom to choose this young minds, you gotta go if you came in peace and love, go home

Know & believe this, aliens are an all too humane future's past, simultaneous ape-snake bone.

There's a hot fire in the hole, it's time to beware of the dogs behind the gates of the nether-ice

Everywhere outside of the warm quilts and covers of your down-feather mattress are 2 dice

One is a die & two are dice, it's a straight line between 2 points, if it curves there's hope at all

Atoms fill the universe, named gas at random for no reason, once lost in Space, it's terminal.

Digest the appropriate fuel for the eternal trip, you won't masticate, fornicate or excrete it all

What was is no more, alone without anyone else anywhere sensible by high IQ or ESP, I fall

Down below the threshold of sensation, happiness a memory of a collision Hit, all accidental

Hence, there's no reason for Life of any form to exist on Earth, yet here we are, ain't that Hell?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June 9, MMXXIV Anno Domini @1111 AMPST

{ Crafted as the air blew threw my 208 bones while jammin' to @CurtisMayfield #BackToTheWorldAgain #VietNamEraFunk link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc?si=Jx5-tI_n7-acYqL6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TrippinFools #NoRegrets #TwoFingersTequilla #Pitbull #Luke #SenioritaMargarita? #WellBeGone #MightNotGetTomorrow

DON’T HAVE TO FALL DOWN, MARGARITA'S WITH ME

Nobody here doin’ as fine as the first & last ones to breathe the dead air of Adam’s Eve
Blood flowed inside until the sanguine love hit the cold and hot air of the pretty Steve
Father of mine, WOKE me up with the rest of the 5 kids sleepin’ in the bunk beds dinks
Full houses and the royal flushes gave us what we gave them, came home with links.

Trials & tribulations comin’ out of nowhere, my friends filled other cards with dances
Never forget you only get what you give, it’s all about the retribution and recompense
In harm’s way to make you stronger for the Real Trip you’re here & now to master cool
Under full control of the will to power, mine and not anyone’s outside of my mind, fool.

Pieces of the every atom flyin’ outbound before they collapse to kick your ass back in
Where it belongs, collapsed on the holy water H2O brew, tea and animal milking in sin
Mortals doin’ the deeds, all the Karma is the fallen monkeys, out the tree & cage bars
Never in control of the intention before the case that can or can’t be, love the K-cars.

Jetsons and Flintstones have a reason to live in the state of cartoon, imaginary gods
In the vacuum, clotheslined your mother and impregnated your stepfather’s hot rods
Dead daddy, forlorn mommy all got what they gave, nothing but the momentary lapse
Of Reason’s logic in the mansion of Holy Logic & Nonsense, mind your P’s & Q’s, I raps.

Amigos either three or lost in the spatial neglect between your ears, cranial cracker
To be or to eat the living that died for our sake, dead meat to fortify the toy GI soldier
Multiplied by the division of categories of Substance, forms, shapes, essence of One
At one, in harm’s way, existence as a sole Idea, nothing more at all, alive, I’ll die, Fun!

I have One caveat & that turns into a split-in-two, a dreamer’s disease of immortality
Printed in suspended animation on 8 ½ by 11 bond papier from the petrified tree wood
Books, ink, precise copy printing the best-seller before a word got dropped out the sea
Far out there away from the continental shore drifts, dried up, wet leaf’s dried up seed.

Dropped the dime on your friends and enemies before they knew what hit them, caput
Common numerator for the uncommon denominator, neither one nor none over a zero
Sliver of a piece of woodwork slid into an epidermal layer of brick-a-Barack stink foot
Shouting out loud, silent screaming for the shock wave to come, #Woke, #Died, shoot!

In the middle of the dream, we all got lost and forgot that it was a temporary trance sin
Sentenced to the punishment for disobedience of the creator of the Cosmic Soup kin
Count to ten and then once again, ready or not here I come, daddy & mommy yelled it
A conception in the pitch black darkness, born pain out of pleasure, recycled bull S#it.

I gave it all up for you, you gave it all up for me, we’re here & now because of the climax
What happened after the happening of the Girls here, a Supreme function of ball & Jax
You always win & I always lose only because I’m waiting for the trip to end the schtick
Jesuses came & left before they dug their grave holes in the ground, dig, I’ll get to flick.

Off the charts of the broadest way through the jungle, a twilight zone of chess board
Rollin’ stones for the pawns, knights and bishops within the rooks, queens whored
Bad of evil, good of the live DNA, cold or hot, what’s not there will never be anywhere
Cremated before your parents copulated? Blinded, cancelled, aborted my Light Hair!

Brewed, distilled, pasteurized in as stoned breeze between wet rocks in a boondock
Kissed goodbye, too weak to protest the promise, if you live you’re gonna die, that’s it
Nothing more nor less than everything the world offers, absolute Nothing, deep Space
Look & see, appearance shattered devil fragments of stone, a lost forever Matrix race.

Battle is over, smoke clears and the winning winner lies down prostrated on the ground
Star dirty, famous cookies hardened to keep a superflux of rock in the lost and found
Been there where you are, all’ll be here where I am, it’ll always be weakness, brothers
Alive knowing you’re gonna die like your kinfolk & beloved others from other mothers.

Cried. Laughed at the hoax. Wait with me, here & now for the then & there, Mrs. Jones
I’m hurt but I’m better than I was the last time, mainlined the junk, screwed i-phones
Soul makin’ a Dash, can’t go without leaving a mark, memory of bein’ strapped, as I die
Hangin’ tough, lying about the Truth, Reality is dreaming you came, orgasm, I am Fly!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June VIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Fixated the Hair of the Dog on a One Trick Pony, drafted while jammin’ to #Everlast https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }

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w.w.a.r.d.?