CONFEDERATATION OF GUILTY AS CHARGED, I AM BODACIOUS @KidRock #TheLemonSong @LedZeppelin @KidRock

Never forget about it

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IS YOU IN OR IS YOU OUT?

You know where to go and you know you'll never forget the day on nine one one, you watched

Hijacked plane on FOX & CNN showing me what I didn't know, I thought this meant W A R

I even went so far as to call up the Air Force recruiter to see if they needed me to back up TED

I was way too old, some were way to young to recall, some not even born to Mankind's horror.

Murky water used to be liquid helium, an accident from liquid hydrogen, a few electrons off it

Yet it's always better than nothing, it could be worse, you might not have ever been born, git git

You were, you exist at the mercy of Mother Earth, nothing personal, just a fact of life, Nothing

Zero, zippity zilch, nada & for certain, Absolute Emptiness, the hole in the circle with no bling.

Height of the sky is lower than the arpeggios comin' out of my horns & struttin' twelve strings

It's complicated beyond logic, it's above metalogic and crypto metaphysics, it's a put-on things

Albeit like my father Albert, his father & grandfather before them all, it's all done by the dorks

It's that thing itself that precedes the essence, the form of cellular adhesion to gluons & quarks.

You wouldn't let your daughter, sister or mother crawl in bed with a snake, you'd skin it clean

Of course, it'd be too late unless you sucked the poison out of the puncture wound's scheme

To animate your heart and soul with the nasty & obtuse for the world to consume like a bean

Refried or uncooked, it's the source of the living forms that turn up to the sun, as a plant's kin.

Turned you loose, you found out you had no tether in the first place, it was all in your mind

Cooked up, mixed up and consumed before the poison was recognized for that thing itself

Hated the loving disease that consumes healthy cells one by one until the end of your time

Hot fun in the city, hangin' loose in the country, drinkin' & smokin' the Earth charm, Fine!

You never heard this coming, your secret service was asleep & on permanent vacation, son

9 1 1 cry about it, remember it, never forget about it, never skip the annual terror that spun

One morning it began, Gulf War from deep in Hades, we got the bin Laden monkey chump

Vaporized the ghost of the spiderman in the cave, Ala, gods & the divine sparks ate him up.

Barrels of laughs with the full Tupperware bowls, throwing them like flying saucers on air

Turned into a Frisbee and got my mind off of throwin’ down yoyos and tops to spin there

Out here and deeper than brave men fear to go, there's the thing itself, all I am is what it is

Ignorant wisdom on the wane in the wake's coffin, I'll be surfin' hangin' ten, I'm bodacious.

Harder day's night than i remember from recent memories, stayed wide awake, no sleep

Performing the acts of kindness for the ones who could care less if your mind is too deep

Cannot believe or conceive a thing but the factoid on a message in a bottle or a tea cup

Bumphuq ain't in Egypt but if it was, we in that the desert where the bums phuq it all up.

Be prepared, cub scouts webelos taught me, boy scouts just tenderfoot, bear cub, lion cub

Jellybeans and peanut butter cups for everyone, you need handouts, this is the only rub

You have to pay by going to work at the club, the house of blues places where bands rock

Minimum wage & bonus if you Bounce (on call at the venue, if needed) 1000 buck mock.

Gods will to power is much more than you think, human extinction is close to nothing at all

It’s the ends of the being that created it all in the first place, before when it was a silent dot

Exploded to get right here & right now in your face, on the gridirons, the courts & diamonds

Every day, you play & some day once your finished with the games, it’s curtains my sons!

Taxes levied and the government charges the governed to govern them and their freedom

Weird but the way it is, it's the system of the ups & downs of Life, it is what it is for some

What type of form, species or genome are we, all too human, 208 bones of ecstasy's tragedy

Only you know & I know, secret in a bottle opened at your last gasp, eyes wide open, GONE!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  9 ONE ONE  9-11-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Tricked this out of my Muse while listenin' to @ledZeppelin #TheLemonSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gWbKAcuzN8?si=wuoS4KIAqo-R4Aqx }

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A LITTLE BIT OF THIS & THAT FOR THE MINION

All in the game baby, l come to Jesus or Krishna or Buddah or Zoroaster paradise’s revival

Regarding the ecstasy you were conceived by, a momentary lapse of the fitness of survival

Intense as the sun is the closer you get, burning to ash & crumbled dusty bone, got skilled

On no cloud 9 or underground creation under the mud, blood & beer we spilled & swilled.

I am a sceptic, I believe that nothing can be proved absolutely without assumptions of fact

Facts are impressions and they may or may not be accurate, maybe distorted to be a redact

No worries about that, words were never meant to evolve, they merely appear & disappear

In myths of angels and devils, drums and trumpets playin’ the rock & roll for babies & deer.

I’m away and long gone, because I couldn’t handle the ignorance and fake incongruence too

Pretending to know it all, knowing no Truth at all about anything from why we live to why die

Laugh, it’s funny, you’re going to the same place all of the dead moms & dads already went to

Certain rigor mortis, ceasing the perp walk in the yard from water to snow peak, what a guy.

Dead air now, nothing sounds like this, quiet as the drop of a pin in a vacuum tube, it’s moot

Point that is useless to comprehend the miracle of sensation, the idea and thought of a rootb

Imagine, you’re asleep as I am, we’re in the same head dreaming a dream of me, yet this bites

It’s lying down appearing to be unconscious or dead, yet functioning as the host of the lights.

Virtually anything is possible, probability only limited to the impossibility of contradictions

Nothing’s neither created nor destroyed, it’s that, Nothing is Everything, could be worse sons

We or at least you & the others will get it on the best y’all can but it won’t be good 3.14 #pi

Ultimately, if you cannot disappear into thin air & transverse dimensions, you live & you die.

Score in matches and games where the competition is more skilled & lucky than you can be

Turns up high on your side, luck or bad night for the opposing team, ten to one, score to me

Holy gods ain’t here, we name them & scribe their existence and purpose for unveiling a face

In the end, the Call is for relaxing to the rhythm an rhyme displayed everywhere, every place.

Scored and nearly won the game, the match and the tournement, just high dreaming but alive

Wash the dirt off of my hands, invisible mud staying outside of me is fine, I’ll babble a deep dive

Royal blues I’ve had after the breakups & losses to the super ego my parents created one night

Innocent and ignorant, downloaded programmed philosophy of Life, makes everything alright.

Second guess my first one at my peril since I know my first guess is always right 100% of Time

Space Time reality, asleep, whistling in the dark, start to finish in all fifty states of inbred being

#44 like #4 accepted and rejected in one fell swoop, dead on arrival for the duration’s dime

Fourth dimensional chess without an opponent, I made rules that mutate an idea that I sing.

Maybe pre-predication cannot be eradicated after all is said & done, forgotten and annhilated

Bing Bang’s reversal is inevitable since there’s no other way to S#it, Shower & Shave, y’all dead

Formation of the shapes of substance is controlled by random chaos & occasional holy scree

In a gospel, in a parable to make an analog imprint of a little bit of this & that on me for free.

Froze my toes off literally, severed the black decrepit metatarsals with a butter knife, hold up

For the exchange of your wife if you give me all the cash in your pocket, you get my purple Tesla

Strong or weak, without the body, your mind can fill the vacuum by no relenting to the bullies

Peaceufui when sights & sounds are eternally terminated, Nothing’s in the mood, hot to freeze.

Mercy’s call of duty is the comfort of the stupid and clueless, method is the Word, coast to coast

Woke awakened for a peek at the future if they continue in anticipation of punishment’s reward

Taking it seriously so I gave every drop of blood and sacraficed my muscles and bones on toast

Kept my promise, let all of my blood out of my veins, freedom-free, at-One is a dead-ass ghost.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 9-10-2024 (*911 EVE) @ 111 PMPST

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LOOKIN’ FOR PEACE OF MIND BEAT AROUND THE BUSH

A .44 mag, If and only if you follow the argumentative presentation, you’ll proceed

It’s always with me, caution of my elders warned me to utilize gods, as a plant seed

You all are out of my GD mind, deep into One out of body experience, as y’all must

In the finale’s end, no choice but to be buried or fried to the pulverized bone dust.

Fish incorporated in a & surreal presentation for the minions deep consumption

Re-admission into the hall’s leading to the sanctuary where the blessing is a sin

As this movie called reality moves from being awake to falling asleep again too

Keep your eyes peeled & watch your six, it’s a cruel, cruel world my girlfriend.

My mother done told me to wait until my father came home for discipline might

We died in a jet crash on #911, trying to save Time in Space from hosting a mutant

Recollection recalled, rerun ad infinitum, nobody ever saw this coming lightspeed

No parking jets on runways, tarmac or hangar anywhere on Earth, it’s all Godspeed.

Where you are right now is where you’ll stay, not a slim chance anything survives

Rocks and melted snow comin’ off of mountaintops from Rockies to Blue Appalachia

Backwoods forever until the bottom falls out, a gravitational collapse of my scribes

No more writers to subscribe to the blather, it’s malfunction in the junction of hives.

Bees or men, either or both, they consort with the queen & secure hive honeycomb

Full backs and quarterbacks without a full deck in the backfield, it’s in motion some

Penalty in absurdum for the duration of the 4th quarter, then it’s all sudden death

Yours, mine, everyone alive & all who have already succumbed to the last breath.

Spit and polish on your shine will last until someone steps on your toes, it’s fine

I’ll step on yours too when you don’t know it’s me, in the middle of a crowd’s line

Here before the judge, I plead not guilty of being guilty, I’m always the innocent 1

There’s neither hide nor hair on my buckskin pelt, dead Davey Crockett but I won!

Is this the mule of the government or am I sleeping in bed, still dreaming this is real

When it’s a tiny figment of overactive imagination & a drag on society’s scat steal

Out of the swamps and the frozen tundra, the game gets played until the end’s scoot

Happens that way, no other way to happen, a cause for every effect, then it’s caput.

Bouncing back down like a ball off of a backboard or a puck of a goalie’s facemask

I can’t get higher than a happy ending, when I win, I celebrate until I pass the flask

My Jack Daniels on my rowboat in the swamp, my iPhone fully charged & jack free

My girls ain’t around, it’s too harsh, huntin’ gators, I am, I did, they swallowed me.

Plans of the fools who never see the end of the dream when wide awake, too bad

Nothing you nor I can do about it, it’s the jive of the picayune punks on the corner

The block stays and the players fade & die with the plague or the accidental slap

Dead grim reapers who don’t care, material form in despair, y’all just phuqin’ rap.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 9-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drained the swamp & made souvenirs for fleecing of the flocks, drafted ditty jammin’ to #LynyrdSkynyrdsInnards on youTUBE  @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo }

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