#SipItQuickly #NoRegardForDisregarding #Hall #Costello & #TheImposters @JoeSatriani #JellyBeanJoeAlfano #Syncopation

BACK AWAY, JELLY BEANS

Reducing your kin, mama & father into the fodder of dead air, land and sea salt
Highways to imaginary demon hell have been all but destroyed, left a stairway
Neither up nor down, ahead where the neon sign says it all, The Twilight Zone
Hot foam atop the liquid, some quenches y’all & some poisons an apple i-phone.

Mopping up the mess, left over by the aliens who don’t do anything but live as bait
With or without you & me, they’ll do what they do, words of mankind on the wet fly
Light of the burning sun is the only important thing in this world, ice cold alternate
Frozen motion of the ocean, inner spirits killed in their shells, buried is the hot fate.

I live to show the blinded fish in the sea that they’re more than a shot of Jackie D’s
Like at least a flask or a quart and a bag of stank bud that can’t be hidden, please?
Hollowed Earth or solid rock left over from Big Bangs or crazy gods fighting the jizz
It comes out like it or not with friction of movement, it’s over, extinct as evolved kids.

Suits not adorned on birthdays, birth date of the first breath to lucky dogs’ masters
Naked to allow the sight of the gender product of gestation, hope of survival sisters
May or may not be what you & yours are willing to accept as the art of the deal, I am
All or nothing at all is the philosophy gleaned, during of my time, I yield God’s a scam.

Pills dropped & swallowed, metabolized for the sake of the whole, the parts replaced
Transplant of organic matter or just severance & scars underneath the tattoos’ face
Hurry so that you’ll not be surprised by the outcome, face the music, the holy is sacred
To the dead and gone, well now, they tell no tales, no need to pray for the holy dead.

Traffic on the one way street or on the turnpikes and expressways coast to coast et al
Seeing it moves you from space to space on the other side’s chess board, it’s 3D too
More than one plane of existence to experience, dead men tell no tales, just turn blue
From the rigor mortis and the frozen diaphragm inside skin & outside bones of a pal.

Davidson’s Harley had two or three wheels, they laid down on the blacktop like blood
Underneath the leather and lace, broken apart half of the 208 bones, God ain’t so good
If there was a Good God, the evil and rotten, bad things wouldn’t occur, it’d be paradise
On Earth as it used to be in the fable of the paradise garden, nowhere to throw the dice.

Game begins & ends in a disappearing whisp of suspended smoke, wind blows the job
Easier than thought, at first it looks grim like you’re gonna perish, then it’s on the tip top
Of the heap of things alive and dead, physical, mental, psychological pilaf and pine nuts
Kicked out the house to The Street’s club fate, Timing’s everything in Space, god’s sluts.

Masked to cover the naked face of reality, skin-covered skull’s bone, seven open holes
Two ears, two eyes, a pie hole & two nostrils for the immaculate air to reproduce bowls
To contain the liquid and food consumed, before and after the funeral of friendly, pyres
We became who they were, it will become all of them who are to come from squires.

We the people of occult states of consciousness, do ordain the holy savage of caves
All we’ve ever wanted to do was to survive and avoid suffering, for a moment’s raves
That it will all be fine in the future even though it’s so FUBAR now in front of your eyes
That’s the rub, odds are it won’t be fine in the future, you know gravitational capsizes.

As you read and digest the function of the relationships of prey and predator, I know
You know all there is to fly in the muck and mire, above the fray with no paddle or bow
Hail to the ones who left without knowing that was all there was, shoot to thrill the blow
Hidden deep within the leftover atoms of hydrogen and oxygen lies our Oneness, H2O.

Balls bounced on the ground of being, Earth’s denizens up high or down low, in or out
It’s not a free choice, no free will that you’ll be smart & adapt to the evolution of a crow
Caw in one tone or another, breathing in and out of the feathers of tail and two wings
No quoting Nevermore from any other dark ravens, this is how the goddess’ all sing.

Flight higher than the stratosphere in that X-15 just to see if human beings muster
So high that no species of the Earth could ever survive, except we did, him & her
Rich as in wealthy and poor as in destitute and ready to die an atheistic, cynic cad
You gotta go when it’s the right time, so do I & the whole shebang will be just a fad.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted pre & post concert at the Indian Casino & here’s a link to the #ACTS that rocked for me & my baby, link @ https://youtu.be/PpC4E9DLIPQ?si=jpAbqNCw91J1hZSW  & https://youtu.be/svqrttEAs3I?si=PK0E8XFRB8VnURyz @Daryl_Hall & @Elvis_Costello concertos }

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

DigitalAnalog #InequalityRulesCosmos #CarePackageHeroes RIP @JerryWestNBALogo

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}

F I N I S
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 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?