Si, ce bon senora, seniorina . . . @JoeAlfano my cousin from another cousin... #HeyNow @CarlosSantana & amigos et amigas! OLE! #TheShadowKnows

GHOSTS INSIDE YOUR HEAD, SEYMOUR AIN'T HERE MAN

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

SHADOWS KNOW THE  ENDS

You know what you never knew before this moment, a result of arrested attention
Mushroom fungus around your dogs’ legs, swallowing is impossible ala microwave
Too hot to chew or put upon the gums inside your cheeks, it’s a spam flavor of tin
Just like the cavity fillings impacted after the power of the drill deletes the movin’.

Your fault, it’s all your responsibility to not only act but to follow up until the Ends
When you can’t animate your bones any longer, stretched out in death bed bends
Mirage you can’t see, fathom the phantom more than the magic spell’s word salad
Punks drink too much and regurgitate the dead cells of the motherlode, chit’s bad.

Josie knew and she never let on, it’s all about the giraffes and microscopic dopes
Evolved or specially created from Nothing at all, remember the power of popes
Reality or the dreams between It, all One & the same thing, itself a shaped form
Matter matters from byte to byte, subatomic or pregalactic, it’s Nothing after all.

Higher than azure-blue sky before it turns absolutes to black, background matrix
Batteries all dead, no recharge on or off the road to perdition, killin’ all the dicks
Mountain of evidence that you’re finding everywhere you ponder, inner Rambo
Ready to protect the fools who get fooled by their own parents’ blinded credo.

Moms and the pops who generate the enthusiasm for the scuffle, my 3rd stones
Yours as well, whether you see the Truth or not, you’re deceived by the Lights
Sun’s burning the atoms constantly until the End, a singularity in swirling tones
Apes don’t cut them loose; they will annihilate the spiritual spit in a knife fight.

You still got the muscle, and I got the reigns holding terror at bay, what’d I say
Bloody spirit, I got news for you & yours, amnesia is the way to recollect it all
Forget about everything but your hunger and need for rested sleep, dream on
You tried, you failed, the dream’s made of tin foil, it’s gonna be crumbling, son.

Mighty spades & long knives full of the scat they consumed via teat of a mama
As natives got restless, there were mutual blows, extinction came, saved the day
Mud and water conglomerate, spark the fire in your & my loins, above and below
Sun isn’t setting, the Earth is flippin’ spinnin’ upon an axis’ revolution, God in tow.

Responsible for the competition of the fit and unfit, drank with drunks, shot drink
Jigger full to the line, there’s no way to measure the fact that One day is your stink
As you become fouler than a baseball, language emerged from your cotton mouth
Tequila from lips to exit hole extraction, it’s all about the worm, up north to south.

Back in 1967, I got the age of 16 wrong, thought it was almost over & I’m 72 too
Full of the stitches from the gashes & slashes I got being the sole survivor of Blues
Talking jive, singing a song of reverential attraction for opposites of genders who
Gain weight until the cadaver disappears into the twilight zone’s blue suede shoes.

Minor miracle, major disaster averted thanks to an accident, unanimously a One
Being the thing itself isn’t as easy as being the form that it appears to be, hard Zen
Hopping around the charisma gleaned from the shadow I swallowed in one gulp
Tragedy and the comedy of the joke, I’m laughin’ & you’re cryin’ for all hired help.

Caring that you can’t comprehend the essence of Nature and things created by It
Action and the gods that do their things, Mercury to Pluto like an atomic picket
Can’t see further than subatomic or pregalactic principles, I guessed all the rest
Burnt into ash, full of formaldehyde to replace the life blood, preserving at One.

Monkeys around the trees and the skyscrapers awaiting the judgement daze sin
Traced the forms, dot by dot in numerical order, one to a million wars, I’m all in
Laughin’ out of control, out of breath & Time, flipped the triangle of the dangle
Pockets full, flippin’ the cake, cookin’ sins ingredients into a hot soufflés’ Hell.

Park your wheels at the curb, smack yourself in your own face, your welcome
What you always wanted and needed was just that, a Way to be a Woke one
Stud ruler kills, consumes more than 12 inches of jolly Roger, I’m out, it’s done
All conceived in perfection’s grace, put a smile on my face, fool’s gold, my son.

Hello, high or low five, either way you will rise to the top like a creamy outcrop
Uphill and the easy downhill to your bottom’s up, slippery slopes will never stop
Because it’s just the way it is & always has been, that’s the reason it smokes a bit
Running a bit hot, ready to burn up into invisible ash that vanishes in smokin’ chit.

Borders are closed, send the immigrants back overseas to all home sweet homes
Charge the destination countries for the trip, subtract it from their US foreign aid
Copy of the xerox is the exact replica, as if it reflects the thing itself on the flip side
All of our faces whether two or One, we all must face the honest Truth genomes.

Deduce the ending, there’s rigor mortis and a resurrection of the invisible animate
As it’s posted, scratched on a cave’s dark wall with pointed rocks that rolled in fate
Disagreement will doom a fool’s errand, nothing personal so you don’t feel guilty
First Cause of this whole shebang is obligated to collapse in an infinite singularity.

What type of gold or silver medallion do you need to qualify for speaking up
Nothing needed for that, this is a free country which forces free speech in vitro
Of course, you can’t yell FIRE in a crowded auditorium, smoke & mirrors’ water
From the haters with love, they have faith in the hope you’re a mere mortal, sir.

Finding good in the ugly and bad is difficult yet not impossible, I am all of it y’all
Not my choice to be living in a free country restricted to say or write about Truth
That the majority rules the minority, and the minority is a slice of the 1% of balls
Their fathers & mothers didn’t have a pair, therefore they’ve inherited only hair.

Check my attitude and the nature of the beast I’m runnin’ within, so near empty
Say my name once or a thousand times, it doesn’t matter to the deaf ears, I see
Ignorance of the Light in the Darkness is an excuse for the annihilation of species
Not just a woman, man, boy or a girl, this is a clean sweep of beings over seventy.

Elder abuse of the younger, virile among the pantheon of those strong survivors
To keep the power, control the figure head leader, loose cannons sink ship tours
Knowledge is power, ignorance’s lack, no wisdom or logic to solve conundrums
But there’s light at the end of the tunnel, it’s just a dot-like singularity, Time Out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 7-22-2024 Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Wiped my sleep out of my eyes & drafted this at 4 in the morning until 7, while listening to @Armstrong_GettyShow on @kste650 AM, & listenin’ to #TheBoysOfSummer by @Don_Henley link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RUIeX6UCT8 }

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

----

FOR ALL OF MY SISTERS

#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.?