#BuryTheLEAD #TimingIsTheOnlyThing #HappyBirthday#2 @JamesSullivanStephan 7/21/1974 AD #50YO happy birthday @CatStevens 7/21/1948 A.D. @GladysKnight & @VinceGill

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SON, JAMES SULLIVAN STEPHAN & CAT STEVENS

TIMING IS EVERYTHING OR NOTHING AT ALL, TRUST ME NOT

This is so complicated that it’s difficult to divulge to the uninitiated, yet there’s no other option

If there is another forced free choice between the live good, the evil bad or the force’s ugly sin

All brighter than my own mind, my father’s, my grandparents’ fathers back millennia from here

Now, at this time, at this point, it’s all about the x’s & the y’s to fill in the blanks with lager beer.

I’m no expert on the subject or objects that result from the predication of the scat that’s extinct

It’s all about the Benjamins mankind invented from dirty gold in the filthy place, Earth’s ice rink

Think therefore you are thinking, all that I am & all that you are, a menudo of Supernatural chit

Cop out on cops & robbers, robbing the hood & pretending that strongest survive & deserve It.

I served those masses of the late 1950’s & early 1960’s with the holy communion, survivor ghost

Holy it was only after a priest blessed the bread with ammunition for the love of who I am most

In the lord of the rings name, there’s something deep in Nothing you dreamt of last night, caput

No waking up anymore after a last gasp, mouth agape, rigor mortis sets black sun, a zoo’s boots.

Horticultural or enculturation of the whole shebang of the conglomerate, if we are One, then…

What I am is what you are and what the rocks to the nitrogen at the stratospheric level of Zen

Myopic in microscopic compression, the soul animating the things, eaten or buried mortal’s sin

Stillborn as the abortion of the species predicts, extinction is immanent and DNA/RNA built in.

Blame it on Adam, Eve, a snake in the grass or your unwed mother of the clutched, ivory pearls

Humdinger I had once I drank the Harvey Wallbangers, relief pitcher full of strikes without balls

Mothers know in the labor of bearing the Truth into the empty walls of the darkness’ dead end

Purpose to serve, shining light on a monster, angelic one at The End of Time, freedom is all One.

Compelling my lips to move once the thoughts get translated from the brain wavelengths

Frequencies that cannot be translated into the vernacular of the culture of the tiny vultures

Emotional division of the babies at birth, comforting the crying infancy forced to pay karma

Around midnight or high noon, all of y’all will find out the absolute Truth about the big papa.

Hey, you know hay is for horses, a dash of oats to keep the digestion animating the species

Until the final birth of anything alive, we’re Alive and Kicking in the stall, then cast to the seas

North to South pole & around the circumference of this planetary anomaly, Life’s ringin’ a bell

Now, there’s not a life anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy or universe of heaven to hell.

Judging everything on its merits that either cause survival of the fit or extinction of the DNA

It’s not personal, it’s universal as the narrow way to become more than an ignorant zygote

Mitosis is what the Thing Itself does, naturally you have blind faith in the starlight fireworks

Blown to smithereens goin’ down from the Supernova’s cinders, neighborhood of the jerks.

Everything is relative and we’re all even steven with the features o the good, bad and ugly

Last gasp is immanent if you know what I mean, if you don’t know, you will, wait a minute

Lucky to awaken in a safe place without being accosted by the trolls living under the bridge

Hurting most but the only one I know that cannot be hurt, underground or upon a hot ridge.

Mailboxes are all empty, deleted & purged of the process of riding the two wheels upright

Never layin’ the frame down upon my bowlegs, breakin’ me into the road rash’s good fight

Straight up to heaven or gravitationally chosen to sink beneath the core of mother’s earth

Diamonds down there, squished into the lightening & thunder, I am, eating the afterbirth.

Finally you arrive, then you expire the USE NO LATER THAN message, swallow it anyways

Spoiled, curdled but it’s the DNA of the cheeseheads near the native American Michigan

Lake below Superior leftover from the Ice Age, when lizards roamed without a good fight

Still a bad smell down in the glades & swamps, an alligator haven for prehistoric, UV light.

Bums and junkies at the core of the apple, grew from a seed in the dirt into a tree’s leaf

Bone dry and crush to smoke in a holy pipe of peace, you’ll remain high yet become chief

Of the following innocents who couldn’t handle the Truth, it is what it is, there ain’t One

Plastic nerves filling up pitchers of lemonade with agave tequila, amour is mi amigos’ fun.

Price to pay is high, timing is the way to succeed, bad timing will crush your psyche too

A moment you’ll find at the end of life if not sooner, that’s it man, caput, it’s all over fool

Arguments with deduced inductions to lead you down a garden of Eden’s path to a pun

Tears to cry, death bell tolls happiness that can’t remain here or now, say it, It’s All done.

I recollect yesterday no more, no worries, bygones become bygones, hollow Earth is funny

Flowing and growing until the infinite parallel lines merge at the never-ending, faux eternity

Mighty, mighty spades & whities wishing that they knew the Unknown, blind faith phuq’d up

No fault divorce, shotgun marriage, common wisdom, fortune ain’t for free, wear that cup!

Balls to the wall, literally & figuratively as it is now and will always be because it’s so pretty

Auburn Dam of God, flowing rivers of H2O gravitating down from the apex, Appalachia city

Hair & scales protect the organic cement, circulation of soul in Time & Space on a mountain

Prima vera is the only Truth you need to know, especial, it’s multi bella mi amigos e amigas.

I bought the hook, the line and sinker for the cast, caught the one that got loose, gottaway

Loathing that moment of Truth, faced with Life or Death going forward, you gotta just jump

Aboard the emptiness or the clouds above you couldn’t see with the sun glassed shades’ fit

Put it into words, as understood, misinterpreted as is, as it was & will always be, Be the chit!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche (Sunday) 7-21-1974 #DayMy#2SonBorn #50 #L #HeardTheCalling @Santana

{ Jacked this One up while listenin’ to #Supernatural by @CarlosSantana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h3e1vjlYztg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KidRock #GovtMule #SaturdayNight

mike drop

I SHOT THE SHERIFF BUT NOT THE DEPUTY
SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS
Full of the scatological terminology divulged from the illogical conclusions of useful idiots
You have a state of mind that will become dead in the head, burial, wild animal food or fire
Pretty as the ugly step-sister, she is fertile & ready to bear the children of the golden dawn
Numb nuts from the tree of knowledge, circumcised a shell, only nuts left, the fool’s pawn.

Whiskey poured down my throat, I’m never drunk since I’m a Headman walkin’ on a stop sign
We always got what we give to the new radicals, they do it in style and fly in for your jury trial
Friends are hard to come by, you’ll know which ones stand by you once you’re older than dirt
It becomes a lesson well learned, everybody falls apart & dies, lovers, haters, I’m right behind.

Word-Up is goin’ down in pseudo-history from alpha male to a female, it’s unknown x’s & y’s
Code broken down into units too small to measure with manmade rulers and beakers of acid
Break hammer time down into your mamas & papas because you have no free choice option
Idiots flap their gums, false teeth or perfect chick-lets won’t help the moronic blather of sons.

Daughters of Blather are the spreaders of the illogical deductions, irrational comprehension
They bear more of their own if they figure out how to cause terminal insemination division
Sixpence just a tanner of value, nearly more than “self” worth, you swing, like an ape in sin
Original or mortal, venial or Copycat reproduction, pleasure to come along on your trippin’.

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome is the Golden Rule of the moronic imbeciles who breathe in
Wasted breath that nobody will ever recover from the Cosmos, so I’m gargling woke blown
Choking up the swallowed chafe and alcohol due to a lack of molar grinding blockage, a sin
Original shape of things to come have become the present time in this Space, rockets flown.

here will be a reckoning with the good lord, your God of the Universe, Ala, Budda or Zeus
High dive I jumped off of when the diving board slung me up more than 40 feet in the airs
Let me dive headfirst into a chlorine-clean pool, 16 feet underwater, God tapped me easy
Stopped breathing, heart can’t pump blood through arterial circulation, Death seized me.

Just a thing or two I can say before the finale of the operation, it’s a counter-revolution tic
Piercing the veil over your face, your nose, eyes, ears, mouth’s two lips and 32 white teeth
Schemes run their course & either succeed or fail with a fortune of random Romeos’ dicks
Fathers of the human species are responsible for their progeny’s successful or failed antics.

Cool that you may blame luck or a divine creator of the Matter & Forms of substantial H2O
For the chaos that results from the order of things, from one-celled plants to huge Randos
Be a lying lion or a trippin’ tiger posting at the door for entry or exit, out of divinity’s focus
Bottom line of the backbeat is either treble or bass, offbeat until the rhythm is right below.

As your toe taps upon the floor, you are an immobile malfunction of the liquid turned solid
By the ounce, kilogram or megaton, Santana comes and goes in one ear & out the other too
Supernatural rhythm on the radio, need & want all that I can get, more than you’ll ever get
Sail away with me, not with him or her, I’m the one merged within the wind, it’s all off set.

The boom came loose during the night when my wife was pilot watch, I was snaggin’ Z’s
Boom came loose, it’s still ajar keepin’ the ship upright without a pilot, there’s no rudder
My cool wife was swept away with no life jacket in the middle of the midnight moon light
Still 60 years later, it’s just like yesterday when I was the Sheriff of Dodge City’s gunsmoke.

Luck and direct intent should gently mix into the reality of the situational tests of my mind
Undivided in intention to have total attention on subjective opportunities as they all come
Maybe never or maybe tomorrow, I’ll look for the bean bags in the hole, spit’s BBQ I dined
As above, so it is below for peace of witches’ minds, good & evil, our mother’s soul sisters.

Take what you give if & only if it’s offered, once given there’s usually a no return without it
Bums, junkies are usually the children of the parents who allowed kids to be out of control
Hyper-hyphened into oblivion, can’t recall the reason for the rhyme, it’s significance of soul
Cool dream in an overheated nightmare, so real I thought I wasn’t dreaming, yet I was asleep.

At the wheel, woke up inside of a tree, my skull cracked in two, below me 5 pints of red ooze
Nothing more to say other than, don’t drive distracted or you’ll die in a superego crush crash
Porcelain dishes called stuff holders, awaiting mastication & defecation in the outhouse shed
Need what you want & vice versa because the rest is just hot air, rock-solid all inside my head.

Where are all of my daughters? They’re out at the rock and roll show for the end of Times
You’ll know the deduced answer to the question when you’re cut to the size of a thumb
You’ll all realize the enormous evolutionary advantage of being smarter than rock dumb
Pioneer survivors of one Big Bang are all here in one spirit to boot, a motherlode rhymes.

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July XXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @GovtMule link #Rockplast on youTube link @https://youtu.be/AqWOauHIh1k }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CROSSHAIRS #YouCantHandleTheTruth #Rockplast @GovtMule concert1 & #BeerForMyHorses RIP @Toby_Keith @ChristopherCross @KrisKross

FREEDOM RANG THE BELL & CRACKED IT UP

SsssssssnakesssssssS

God got drunk the night that Time ran out, Earth ceased to function in the Space

Ran the clocks and sundials into the ground, flew by before anyone knew it expired
Flames all went out and only the frozen cold atoms survived the revolution’s faces
Utter annihilation by invisible hands of the guilty pleasure, all sexy & newly hired.

Clipped in the rear end to finalize the resolution, nothing to see here or there either
Don’t like to look for what cannot be found, I find everything since I created the ether
Who I am ain’t as important as knowing I’m your neighbor at the dawn’s early light
Bring your best defense & offense since this time, you entered a terminating fight.

Blood spilled until the breath departed the subject and object, worldwide love of It
What It is, the substance and form of the Matter in Space, as fireworks mock the chit
Blown to smithereens, like our sun, a star in supernova mode, black hole on the way
Filthy as stardirt leftover by the Big or Tiny Bang, I am what I am, a dirty bird, I’ll say.

On a low merry-go-round or high monkey bars, I forgot to hold tight and fell Up to die
No fear of the danger in the next moment, having fun, laughing, glee in the inner soul
Birds that don’t fly die at the beaks & jaws of the killers who eat raw or cooked whole
You all worried about it, now forget about it, memory’s in the way of holy, black hole.

Known the unknown and forgot to recollect its nature, the unforgettable regret of mama
Died before I could talk to her about my papa, what the hell were they thinkin’ makin’ out
To conceive me & my brothers and sisters for the right or the wrong reasons, a tax write-off
Grand is great, 1,000 hits of subjects that predicate the immovable objects, you a stupkoff?

Just one question, rhetorical at worst but an expectation of grandeur for infinity’s conscience
Why horizontal bop phuqin’ is the only way to procreate the species, it’s mitotically in division
Sparked by chemicals reacting with our 208 bones that hang the skin until it’s decrepit as sin
All at once, now hear this, it’s all melted down into an amorphous blob of fools, All is golden.

It will be lead too, the gold is unstable like the mind of a man or woman in denial of surreality
Reflection in the mind or in a mirror, either image can trigger the entry of yo' mama’s reality
Opened the eyes in the womb before birth through labor & pain, I knew I got sucked out of it
My head and feet were stuck in the womb that nearly became my tomb, my memory of chit.

Gods invisible yet impacting the blind faithful minds allowed to see the light, black & white
Marked the game board with the start & final finishing line, players moved taking the turns
Square and in clockwise motion, the time will stop the desire to be alive, there’s no choice
Fear & loathing of the thing itself and the forms it takes when transubstantiating God’s face.

Little boys and girls grow up to make more of themselves, there’s no reason why, it’s classic
Spirits and what they look like if seen, the ghosts without skin and bones, they all fly & surf
Waves of wind and pools of the rain, the oceans & seas surfing above and beyond thin air
Crypto currency I save since I back it with my life’s gold, cashin’ in for the hippy long hairs.

Know & believe it, guess about it but brace yourself for disappointment with Truth socially
Frequency of the idiots and morons reproducing their own kind is out of control, on the way
To extinction of the genome, to save the environment’s foundation of wisdom & knowledge
Complex simplicity in One word, it’s OM, that’s all, just OM, vibrate your wild thing’s edge.

Knowledge of subject matter is a secret, hidden wisdom that morons & idiots cannot fathom
Higher or lower your targeting for a bullseye, there’s a million yards from the trigger’s bullet
You know this, you’re perfect and you have no other choice other than suicide or martyrdom
Each of the terminal destinations nobody can return from, not Buddha nor Christ, it’s no S#it.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, July 16th MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?