#SkipARope #CattleDriveACowboy** #GotBloodLestat #SaveAHorseRideACowboy #RIP @WillieMays44

Predication complications

Early in the AM, even an idiot wakes up for a momentous shunning on Earth

Subjects triple-double as objects & fact of life is that Life is a DNA TNT ride

There’s nothing like a real thing, baby, over here down home by my cool side

When y'all are already gone, it’s OK ‘cause I know you comin’ back, ne'er.

Immortal touches below ground, six feet under or just dust to the wind gales

Beating up the family of jewels from diamonds to sapphires glowing to fade

When pain & suffering leave way for the pleasure of feeling too good to be

True to yourself & your cherished candy, saved all the good ones I can’t see.

Came above the surface's deep-dive currents flowing from the core's sets

To go wives & all of the all too humane inseminators who came out closets

Off a #BarbaryCoast goin’ south with a breeze from a stern or port of a ship

Touched deeply down into the psyched-up spiritual soul, in a psychic flip.

Punks get blue just like well-adjusted, mature ones ‘cause they’re too human

Are you tryin’ to push me over the cliff, no god or dog there before any man?

Kid Christian actions & reactions to a Cabalistic, rock & roll rules ala Greeks

Describe the sadness in the fourered room, without none of the many freaks.

Pumped up with the bad vibrations from the syncopated waste, astrosphere

Pinkish red to purple-blue, rainbow of a frequency hidden frequency’s tear

H2O dripping as if there was a separation of hydrogen & oxygen, outter blue

I swear, ain't getting to the end with eyes wide open, closed without a clue.

By the sides of an outback, caught in the system’s muck & mire, all true love

You couldn’t make any of this up & noone cares that you're below, as above

Trinity of Goers & Olive Oyls rulin’ the roost of One & the Many, inked pens

Commandments of the golden rules for the beasts within infants of queens.

No way on this one way street anyone can mistake the dead end, high curb

It was 50 feet of grass sod with two cottonwood monster trees 20 feet apart

You and your father may not know one another but that doesn't matter all

It's all your karma way of paying back anything you've loaned from the Ball.

Earth rolls, revolves in revolution around the son, wobbles in happiness sin

Paying back the totally unprovable violation you're responsible for, anyway...

You gotta go I know, so do I and it's not due to ennui or lost in a form, a dot

Some acid became self-conscious of that which came from nothing's shot!

Screamed by unknown voices, invisible pool of white noise and shark fins

Soon enough, although it may be much later than you’ll ever see, die in sins

You know like I know something, it’s Matter, Energy, Time & Space searching

Complexion identical in the darkness, there’s no light in a black, holy thing.

Keep an open mind, you'll need it once you discover the nature of your Id

A ruler of your Ego & SuperEgo, an imaginary thing itself, it thinks, I am it

Yoyo flippin' around the world, walkin' the dog & a plethora of tricks, I'll vet

Bang sounds loud when it echoes in a small room, the echo is asd clear as chit.

Hum vibrations stretched animals’ skin & plucked E, A, B, C, D, F or high E

We know the banjo & ukulele & mandolin search for hillbilly souls in the hills

Islands or deep in-country where wise men fear to go, welcome supper spit

You may be a main dish without you, hope & faith you’re eyes are open pit.

Poly-synchronicity with a waxing gibbous moon, Earth-bound satellite bang

Lovers underneath have hearts beating too hard to let them be climaxing

Neither more nor less than the passion of being human we're born to sting

Two hearts meeting, middle of nowhere start beating as one, gong bell ring.

Woman is all we’ve got to protect the survival of the species, they're crucial

We’re sufficient but we ain’t necessary at all, men, priests, parents of ‘em all

Bringing the loaves & fish to the idiots tryin’ to recreate Woodstock mortals

All of 'em originals, dead & gone, crippled with amnesia, too high my pals!

Think the thoughts of a good, an evil or an ugly finale end, a final deep fake

Mothers and fathers of ancestors & descendants of them, we dream awake

Look me square in the eye & tell me you’ve deep dived into Earth’s ground

Same old ways and means that can’t change, stars shine on top 40 sound!

Love, climaxing new life that bursts into many from the One sacrifice a day

As if we don’t know this is all a dream, something dropped a thin dime

Follow timeline either side of the zero-origin, positive a la right, negative left

On board before the flood, floating 'til land came back into sight, it was gone

Time is comin’ for some soul-searchin’ effort to avoid heart bridges undeaf

Change came & everything mutated like it was meant to be, right of wrong.

You thought you knew what needed to be done, you were right on the money

Shot the pistol’s rounds deep into an enemy’s body & soul, paid high, honey

Said & done before it was too late to forget about it rested, luck-charmed life

Farewells or greetings for all too human beings, innocent & at one, cut knife.

Blown horn, strummed strings pick modified frets in harmony, skin & metal

Light or heavy is just One's way of expressing subject or object predication

Tryst of modifiers like adjectives & adverbs complementing nouns to scuttle

Zombi or not, body-form of humanity's DNA/RNA, mother-in-law kin, my son.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 6-17-1972 Anno Domini @ 0420 hours

{ Drafted in a rage within for no reason, alter-ego kicked this instead of the dog while jammin’ to @TheBeachboys #Darlin & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/iXhB2uETzP0?si=-7ZhL-WePg5gC5oP }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

HappyFathersDayWeek #GrammasHand #Matrices & #Godfatherz4 #ParrotHeads @JimmyBuffett

SWEETER THAN JESUS' HOLY BODY OF ULTRAVIOLET WORK
Imposters will rock this world until the real ones show their thousand faces, they're the chit
Of being alive on Earth whether before or after an imaginary zero year of the planetary s#it
Whatever it is, it's going around and it comes around ad infinitum, border to coasts of sand
Dirt and snow make the thing itself appear to be more than it's essence, it's a thin man.

Partly of the Time and Space where you've accidentally been deposited into darkness’ pit
To see The Light coming at birth & lose the light altogether at death, that's life man, that's it
Sure it's uncertain that there's a soul/spirit independent of a body's skull & bones, it's faith
Believe it or not, it will be the way it will be either way you jump to a conclusion, it's a fate.

Sons completely free to roam the prairie until humans trap & kill you for your body's blood
Drunken gods, eating the flesh that grew from an invisible egg & flagellating in a dark hood
Too much to handle for anyone over the age of sixty, therefore sanctuary's door’s padlocked
Too late for elders to absorb the facts of life, they're lucky they've lived so long in a head.

My ancestors & descendants who've been ruled by dictators, kings, queens & able bodies
Every single one of them, educated or ignorant, all were born innocent of original apple sins
Preschooled in the elementary & higher levels of language & mathematics, I'm still the One
That's a single thing I know for certain since everything, every category is suspected reason.

Suns are stars and there's zillions of them in empty Space, on the other hand, only One RA
Callin' this thing you're experiencing whatever you please, the Word itself is cock's formula
Recipe in code which none have the key to other than us & we're blinkin' four eyes to bury
Standing at the door, remain still or open & enter the portal, jump out of the second story.

Funky facts sent via fax or twixt in code red, meeska, mooska, mouses, we're all gonna die
As a humdinger hurled from mound to the battery box only to die being a payback whack
Homer players do nothing but win if hey can and lose only if necessary & sufficient shtick
I know you don't know like I know, so all you do is laugh when all I can do is weep & cry.

Preach to me man, you got no clue on what to do, waiting for the po’ #UBER ride to you
Where you went & why you left make no difference to me, I’ll move heaven above too
If it’s in my way, welcome to oblivion, I’ll even save you from the monsters of the monks
Nobody is home, ain’t nobody in the cave, daddy’s gone, left us all alone in the high funk.

On the far side of the far end of the yard stick full of millimeters and degrees of separation
I welcome the unwelcome to enter the merge of their energy to re-identify with the zygote
One that came before opinions that all of the assholes have, it's the nature of the beast skin
Cover up of a Future stank before it happened in reality, as I will, all lookin' for gunga din.

You got your pogo stick & you can’t jump around like you used to when you were twelve
Fall down on the concrete curb or alleyway or asphalt turf in the street, bloody scab life
Hurry faster than I can go, fall down on the ground over and over, stayed down there too
Last call was six feet under, what I’ve done, well it’s all over, my atoms crumble to blue!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TRYIN’ TO GET OVER

SHOOT YO’ SHOT

DON’T STOP

EYE WON’T TALK

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June XIV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Ate up real estate to regurgitate & defecate or urinate as above, so below, keepin' the fire lit inside of the diaper pamper written in fecal matter, just checkin' to see if anyone's readin' this...  wrote this while jammin' to @BareNakedLadies #HITS on youTube link @LIBERTY FATHERS DAZED }

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#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 }

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