GOD IS ONE DOG SPELLED BACKWARDS, i AIN'T WRONG MAN! #WordUp @KORN

TOLD US NOT TO EAT THE KNOWLEDGE

Sweet sorrow, sweet revenge

= even/steven or not

MoreBeer

I won’t chew my refuse twice, it’s garbage after all is said & dead, soul afire

I’m on the run from my own skin and bones because I know absolute Truth

Trying to divulge the exact nature of this beast is taboo for whomever is up

Above the ground, below the empty Space above & below all of us, it’s 7Up.

Apes or just thinking orangutangs and capuchin monkeys among dumb chimps

Prejudiced right from the start in my & your fathers’ eyes, all call girls and pimps

Piercing the darkness & the invisible soul we’ve never seen and likely never will

Light blinds the eyes whether they’re stone blind or 20/20 image registry to kill.

Upon the rolling hills, you & I stay out of the way of minions, we’ll need a blow

Never trash, never burn garbage, always disintegrate everything without delay

Like it or not, it’s the way it is, always what it is that counts, as above, so below

Tracing the boxes and envelopes from post-origin to predestination, phuqin “A”.

Hey man, he said “Daddy!” What in God’s name is up with that? I’ll say choose

You can’t formulate the dialogue and incorporate the essence of the papoose

Child from an egg, onto the skulls and bones of your kin, momm & yo’ daddies

Pilgrims began their journey ala total blind faith chance with lucky old lassies.

Full responsibility for my obligation which are slim & none, protect my memory

Of who broke my heart, who left me out in the rain, I got them in my recollect

It’s like a pilgrim that has one chance, and it’s blown, never get another to blow

I kid you not, no second chances, 1st one was luck of the draw, so now, bow up.

Here’s the key to the padlock, it’s got o combination of random #’s trip spins

Walking the dogs, sterilizing the air of random pet fecal matter, cats, birds, rats

Nothing matters to these pets other than where the meal’s place in Space is now

Needing and wanting to survive a trip-journey, ya gotta kill life to live, even bats.

Harmony to find a safe place where every mortal wants to be, back against walls

Never depending on the cover of others to be constant, their chore of great falls

In mountains or next to great lakes, health failing & soul’s descending slowly, oh

Mama knows as she always did, shape I’m in as I was within her, I’m without, so.

Popping in and out of the Time and Space allowed by accident, luck of the draws

Random boondoggles of all sophists who survived immaculate conception flaws

Creature features you’ve gleaned form the RNA distribution & recombination kit

Away to the extinction, this way or that, singularity onto the big bang bull’s spit.

Mindful of left & right hemisphere of the brain’s corpus dillecti in utero, mortal

Yes, you & I are, not immortal but a loner’s dream that ends, in mystery of Fall

Dependent upon the Earth, Wind & Fire, no regret last gasp, I will let it all go by

My memory like watching a screen in front of my eyes wide open, flashed, I Die!

Knowing the whole shebang on Earth, pole to pole and around the equator, God

Absolutely deep as shallow childhood innocence, backward counting 3, 2 & One

For the love and happiness, y’all get just by learning from the Big People, heroes

Female & male, heroes all, honor to the memory, kiss up to God, sisters & bros.

Sanity is just the way to stay out of trouble & the incarceration of the jailer’s cult

Ultraviolet to infrared, that’s light in waves & frequencies zero to 36-24-36 built

Could be 5 foot 2, eyes of blue or 6 feet too, all good for the doom scroll sunset

Fear is relinquished, annihilated into the void, open heart surgery, salute A Vet.

Dogs of War and the soft and warm 16-hour day, sleepin’ deep 8 hours give take

Business is the busy body attempting to avoid rigor mortis, stalks as a deep fake

Kiss on my face, all I needed to get my heart in my mouth & soul in its old place

Wine, whiskey, beer, flower, gone with my Love, tomorrow on yesterday’s race.

Picture in a dream, there you are, still there like the day you forgot all about me

You’re gone, I know, you know, everybody knows, no chance for a rebirth spew

Pardon me, pardon you, pardon all humans who offended the Offended divine

Watch a river flow, north to south and south to north, cut equator centrifugally.

Circumvent the closest ball of gas, the star called Starzinsky, shines a black hole

Classical and Salsa, Rock, Blues, Jazz, Country, Pop and it’s all a He, She & It role

To be or not to be as it’s been said, or so I’m told, a bit like Romeo & Juliette play

Life’s too short to wonder about ending it now or later, just Be, corpses all lie, lay.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 7th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Blasted this blather while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #Amigos LP link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/EkmyDyiBQ1Y } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BarkUpWrongTreeAndSee #FAAFO #KillerLivingWithinGod @WingedAngels #Pilgrim @EricClapton #MyFathersEyes

GODDESSES

Nobody is above the law, neither here & now or there & then, exiled in censure

Happiness is the feeling that you’ll neither be attacked, murdered or eaten blurt

Fiction is non-fiction & vice-versa, names for the creators of all Earth, Wind & Fire

Ending the beginning of here and now that was the present yesterday, love hurt.

Nobody on Earth dies & gets off the planet alive in an ethereal spirit or two, AHO

Hills are the result of inner sanctum operations, earthquakes’ effect of a hot bang

Finished A-train line at the dead end of a street, run dozens, blood, sweat & tears

Rivers of sorrow & mountains of ivory snow, bone deep marrow, rock solid stupid.

Communist, Socialist, Marxist, Leninist, who controls the wings? The Black Hand?

“Come see me!” On another hand, forget about it, pretend we’re all too human

You neither need to see me nor do I need to see you, act as if you’re on an island

With your mother who raised no fool out of six offspring, God cut off your hand.

Dollars and cents just like water in front of the bridge, friends still cut the cards, so

Nevermore can you be afraid of the darkness if you realize it’s your home, dark ho

Deeper than a bottomless pit on a planet orbiting a star, you see what I mean bro?

Right here and now, where you & I are for a brief moment in Time & Space Show.

Pandemics are no epidemic but polemic goes from subject to predicate, as above

So below it is this way like allowed without free choice, liberty & democracy dove

Megabillions of zeroes uncounted during your lesser lifetime, one toke over a line

Dilly, dilly, do not fear the Socialist in your Congress, listen to beautiful & the fine.

Some babies grow girl & boy into woman & man, finite life ahead no immortal

Philosophically correct yet intellectually dishonest, shame on you & yours, ol’ pal

No legs to stand on, no rule of law you can state, you lied as Katie lied, that’s dead

Crickets are all I can hear, yo whenever I’m by the riverside, lying near a riverbed.

Pleading the fifth every single time I get caught with my hand in the cookie jar

Well, it’s first come & first serve, chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin & my pop’s car

Drivin’ ‘round Chicago at 16 years old lookin’ for my girls, had ‘em blocks apart

They knew & they didn’t care, it was just better than nothing, I always was afar.

It’s all gone girl, I know it, you know it, the sun is comin’ up, we’re still in the boat

Docked under the full moon, crickets and the good lord givin’ us Time in a Space

Full of the Life input into the empty spot, from one comes two, then four, etc, etc

Until the final deposit, the last chance to gulp gas in O2 form, gimme some water.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Rocktober 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jacked this up out the Libido while jammin’ to @MontgomeryGentry #WhosYourDaddy in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/1tb1ngTYl60?si=kzGa8iVPrawSmeFQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneGIRL @MorganWallen #WORDup @KORN #BlackJackGold

Stand up routine 2^nd chance

Edification of your libido is some sort of Freudian Slip, livin’ your own life on tour

With the mental-psycho-physical presence up around here y’all, it rains up to pour

Crease in your slacks, crooked or straight up, all to prove you’re on a way to fame

Mother passed on the euphoria to my father & his production filled up the game.

Knowing nothing but sadness will put you in stiff competition for the depression

Humor and laughter cause the cover-up, distraction from the first last impression

God’s dams on Earth keep the rivers from overflowing the banks, Mankind control

Brief or longtime, she loves you in your prime or old age, it’s oriental for the troll.

Me and you playin’ the fool for the wise women who know it all, how to get it all

No man ever lived who could get through without his mother, know it or not fall

You didn’t know who held you up since you roamed on 52nd Street ‘round Zanzibar

Applause showed nothing but past time you had her backstage behind curtains.

Groupies all gone because the chords don’t wind ‘em up anywhere up in the fleet

Bruce or Barbie both switch identities as the need arises, spy vs. spy are a spasm

To get what you got to make it what you had & won’t release the UV halo plasm

Killed and hidden down below the red & black Earth silt, the dirt of Home sweet.

She’s gonna pull her panties down for me? Didn’t have an idea, I’m flabbergasted

Hypnotized by the horns and beats of the skins, strokes of the strings, sweet notes

High or low, it makes trouble look like a party on the patio, Life’s Earth alien hoods

New York state of mind, high in the Rockies with the love sweet rhythm & blues.

Continue onto the rebirth of the forgotten Jazz that will roll the rocks uphill to God

Chance that you recollect the things you’ve forgotten ‘cause you feared you’d die

No reality will ever be better than the one you see right there in front of eyes’ lie

Bring you back from the living on Earth to the dead in Tibet, just want my hotrod!

Jersey shore to the Great Michigan Lake’s shore, 2 unknown drops of love meeting

Somewhere between 1960 & 2025, it all came down to this here back’s bee stings

Thousands of minutes and miles from one another, a clash was God’s gift to a Man

Gave Man a Woman, God did it with eyes wide open if God had eyes, trashed can.

Pretend you have it together & it’s probably good enough, maybe it ain’t as well

Playing until we can’t play and can’t move around without help from nurse’s aids

Legend flashing alpha & omega radiation, beating cymbals and skins to back flow

Hit the ball, the music’s a hit, give me a hit, they’ve got a hit on you, or a stiletto.

Prenuptials are in order, postnuptially yours & mine as we please, nobody’s fool

We’re all educated and experienced in the ups and downs of a pitch-black pool

Bills paid, wealth remains in golden dawn donations, we will win what got lost

Our very spirit’s soul, the verve that drives our will to survive, y’ll paid the cost.

Kidding you not, my kinfolk & amigos not to mention amigas, it’s a matter of time

Driven around every turnpike and freeway, every interstate and expressway line

It happens to the best of us, you ain’t expecting something & boom, there it is too

Right there in front of your eyes like a magic trick, leaving you under a spell ruse.

Every single rotation of this Earth, that’s every single day, fictional Mon to Sunday

52 ¼ weeks for upto around or about a hundred years, a hundred rotations ala sun

Fully ripe or full fried, cooked or baked, nearly all life can be eaten if seasoned A1

Monstrous misunderstandings of things themselves, a 6 or a 7 gives it a sign, son.

Obviously, you don’t know the future shocks you’ll get regardless of hit or miss

As nobody knows it all for certain, I’ll give you three guesses, the 1st leads to bliss

Model-T your & my games with the House Rules that mutate as the game goes on

Haters ain’t going to transform into adoring fans, we’re BBQ scapegoat carrion.

The second chance we get if the stars are aligned, maybe all we need to sublimate

Fire and ice above and below our little feet, material thing spins in my checkmate

Game was over before you knew that it was a strategic maneuver of a black hole

It is done, at One, gravitationally collapsed subatomic tachyons, finite three, Goal!

Hens in the hen coup, the crown’s consumed the coup d’etat & all’s well, here now

High underneath the lowest part of the Earth’s core, that’s the secret, known cow

Hurtles & high jumps form the matrix until the program interrupts the wave’s skin

Bring your A game to the court, field or rink and you’ve got an even chance to win.

Hearts ache and keep beating, nevertheless, the ultimate destiny is seizure & stop

Like the love it had when beating to the rhythm & rhyme and slammin’ rock & pop

Nobody in human skin with homo sapiens bones gets outta this loaded globe alive

You never requested the journey, birth to death yet immersed in a loop to survive.

As long as you’re present, comin’ out of the past & goin’ into the future, hit it boys

Every move you make is animated without your own will, it appears as your choice

Subatomic to atoms to molecules to form conglomerations, that’s Life people say

If you contemplate the fact of life, your father will be pleased, you guess to play.

Play on the words or upon the stage before an audience of like-minded mortals

Animated the atoms, annihilated the metropolis’ brick and mortar, open portals

To be One or not to be One and be either a fraction of 1 or a multiple of an “x”

Look through an windowpane, you’re trippin’ the light fantastic, phantasm sex.

You know La Flaca? She’s somebody’s daughter, sister, maybe mother, lover

Even if you don’t ever get to run into her, there’s something you need to know

You should have gone out of your way to find out where she was & took a trip

Now there’s no turning back to get a rerun, it’s water under the bridge, you hip?

I know, you know, we all know what we should have known a long time ago, so

Better late than never at all, luck of the draw and a quid pro quo for any master

On the plantation of peanuts or cotton, wheat or corn, it’s the labor of the slave

Where it will all be in a thousand years is right where it was a thousand years ago.

Money and water to get from one place to another before dusk, in a safe place

Rode through deserts, tundras and prairies and I thought I was all out of verve

Follow me, in and out of the dream in your head, I’m outside over here you goon

Sister in the rear, what is behind is so fine, I’m speechless with needle & spoon.

Pronouns in my repertoire for the enemies of Mankind, who are legions of bugs

In every crevice and hole in the mud, blood & beer I dropped on my birth’s day

Mommy’s & daddy’s fortune yielded what you’ve got & all you’ve earned alone

Even when the generals talk, some of us don’t listen, but we’re warned to atone.

Platform to broadcast the message of the pagans and Christians, equal time space

Good and bad, beautiful and ugly, not to mention the dangerous tic under my face

For whom and to whom this all is intended, none of them are concerned nor am I

Hope & Faith driven by the Charity, dream’s over & I’m all woke, holy soul power.

Catch the beat, check yourself, Good God, I ain’t kiddin’, put ‘er there, gimme dap

Fist over fist to punch, lest ye be punched, knuckled the balls, a squirrel bitch slap

Soul power, a rhythm & beat hotrod incarnate rock & jazz until blues voulez vous

Coming & going from One, same ol’ place, forever, egg, bone & screw the putsch.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 409 PMPST

{ Syphoned out of the Void with compassion & #Woke body & soul while listenin’ to @DonHenley #TheBoysOfSummer link @ https://youtu.be/6RUIeX6UCT8?si=x2Id9gkaClSghX_e }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?