#WaitingOnASunnyDay @Springsteen WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE #SonOfAGun #PistolaWhipolito #Skynyrd #ZZTop #RIP @DILBERT

RIP  @DILBERT

 { Scott_Adams }

1 MORE CHANCE, ON 1-11
TIE back PULITZER HANDS OF TIME

Which pain in the rear are you referring to?  Me?   You jumped the shark, enjoy the hot ride

There’s a low-grade hill ahead and after that last climb, you’ll have to return to the ice glide

Mama and papa had no idea that the love they made created this globule of temptation’s fit

To be or not to be inside the beautiful as it should be, it’s always that way, no eating, no s#it!

Bits and pieces of the honey emitted from the bee’s hive, stung repaid for the pain, rejoice it!

Leaving Earth now, takin’ off 8 miles high with no gravity, it ain’t holdin’ me down in the pit

I have a hall pass, I move about from here to there without restriction, I can’t sleep as a shill

Back and forth with the hands of Time, this Space between my ear’s aches but it’s so grateful.

Bottoms up for my father & mother had the trick down pat, was easy as pie to make me crack

Great tricks made from ’51, here & now, stopped Time, on my Watch, I’ll pour the Jack Black

Slammin’ Tennessee whiskey down the gullet as if there was no tomorrow, it’s a super roast

Where’s my other half? She was right here a minute ago, she’s gone but left me a holy ghost.

Grim as tomorrow will be when I can’t wake up or start all over, a twilight zone of one godson

Follow the bouncing balls, it’s a rhythm and rhyme that moves the tiny baby’s ghost, can’t run

Bringing every atom you’ve gleaned since your conception, protons & neutrons, now go play

Excited electrons shocking the ghost’s soul into a death spiral into the Singularity’s star array.

Watch behind your blind spot, it’s right there & it will be the last thing on your mind, as above

It is that way below the full universal particulars & it’s the same way above the fray, in a dove

Flight from rest to the hilt of the four-leaf clovers, everywhere Earth’s dirt sets, it’s luck of Irish

Spring soap or whiskey from a green isle, turned me into all that I am, head of a snake & fish.

Here’s the real & unreal mixed up into a ball of confusion, living eternally in species extinction

My enemies and friends merge into the gravitational collapse, it makes no sense, All skin is sin

You kiddin’ us? We’re surviving for nothing? Heaven above or hell below? You idiot savants!

One last try, I gasp, a final pull of air, hold it in as if underwater, eyes wide open, it’s nonsense.

You’re alive then you’re dead, can’t sleep at night thinkin’ that this is all there is for all of us

All the holy folks, men & women full of blind faith to fix their fear of death & dying for a sign

Bleeding out five pints of bloody rivers inside the capillaries & burst aorta, lights die, he sighs

Creeping and crawling to stay out of sight, forgot about being invisible to all too human eyes.

Spirit is more than what’s in the bottles of mash and hops, shooting stars, dying blown lights

Time and Space made this here, right now it’s animated but it will be gratefully dead & gone

In a New York Minute or a flash in the pan, it’s frying and cooking the hard to be skin-so-soft

Avon lady moved the bath water in circles to spread the skin slicker from head to toe’s bone.

Don’t drink and eat constantly or you’ll be a lard-arse full of refused electrons, all fast times

Bottles & relief pitchers carrying the water for you, we can’t drink in polluted springs & ponds

On this middle path, you can see on the right & the left, they’re all dying like flies on the grid

Know nothing, prove nothing, see everything as a mystery solved, now you know, I’m The Kid.

Watch Time pass in Space, me & you blown away by the passage of momentous occasions

Which require us to be but never not to be at one with the second of birth and death sins

Mothers and fathers cannot determine the gender of the offspring but it’s not a big deal

What is more important than survival of the most fit? Nothing at all and now let’s get real.

Spirits dank & drunk up the sober & solid men who feared Death, fearless exposure to Ends

Rocks roll soft after obliteration, dust in the wind for the purpose of discussion’s self-defense

Every holy man and holy woman I’ve never met will also die like the evil, we’re all too human

Effects are happening constantly, they have a perennial creator, It precedes mom’s existence.

As above when astronauts have flown too high to be connected to the historical culture of us

So below we follow that precedence, a vacuum of atomless anti-matter quarks on a magic bus

Mills of a substance which precedes Existence itself are full of the cannoli filling, divine munch

Last gasp before you deny that everything is Nothing, I told you so, chocolate drippin’ punks.

Era before the future is right this moment, history happening without being recognized as Life

It’s all aliens from another galaxy search for while traveling Time & Space as we know it, strife

No need to eat the living things that die when we kill them, above the ground, Godson all US

One form of life isn’t well connected to a work of art machine, origin to extinction, Divine bus.

I built my orphaned form from a scratch, gleaned the gods’ good, bad & naturally ugly brood

Nothing is out of the content, atoms and anti-matter finalize the argument, deduce, conclude

Why speak to be understood when nobody cares what you say, a thing to make my heart sing

Truth, Justice & the original sin’s way, commandments to behave & reciprocate the kind thing.

Never say never but I do all the time, then it’s the time for the proper response, it’s all Never

Forever remembered what can’t be forgotten, heroes that saves the Life we enjoy, god is dead

All above & below y’all work the Yin & Yang into a froth, a tizzy to be dealt a final, losing hand

A blow, take It or not, you’ll feel It when It comes, kiss my data points, bloody all, too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this scat flambe of critical thinking and pretzel logic in a few hours this AM since I didn’t complete my mission yesterday, need & want remain one & the same, JUMP!  Jammed to @John_Mellencamp LIVE ON YOU #MTVunplugged on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupFC0WAvHs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SettleDown #FAAFO #KilledTheDeadAlready #KingKong in #8KHD #BlackDOG #LedZeppelin #LosLonelyboys #Mamacita #QuePasa

 

NO BUENO ALL I WANNA DO WITH YOU

One day more or less, the lights will fade to black when the time comes to think about it

Choosing the top tier, first round draft choice turns into Michael Jordan on steroids spit

Believe in the system of cosmic dust predication, it is all its cracked up to be, a nanomole

Known fake-facts deduced of argumentative static, constant change of a devil in disguise.

Outside of this Earth, there is no night at all, no daylight shines on the bawling teenagers

The babies come in 9 months more or less, some even two by two, even quintuplets, sirs

Smile fills the whole enchilada with the hottest pepper ever grown up in the Andes & Alps

In for the Time of your life in a Space of infinity, get ready to go on your mark, takin’ scalps.

Prayers squawking in silence & under breath just like Olden Days when conquerors ruled

You know you’re forgiven for instance, when Words echo as in an enclosed message sold

Can’t distinguish between established wisdom & the New World metadata flashin’ 1’s & 0’s

Almost there where Peace comes nestled in golden arms, she knows it all, to fear the pros.

I’m goin’ back to California, where the sun shines on the tanned up beaches, waves rollin’

No reason to ever leave paradise other than you forgot you were already there, still born in

Hail and rain came down when everyone was asleep except the cats on the graveyard shift

They seen it all, they knew the unseen & unbelievable, got the peach without a fight or rift.

Blown air and hair back into baldly sour status, seeing the reflection in the mirror was daft

Beating the sounds that pop & scratch the wicky wicky names of the ups and downs’ rift

Done the funk and the keepers of gold and silver released me with prejudice of the odor

Stunk the stank until it didn’t stink any more, fear nobody on this rock, I survive with might.

From early on during the events of my very early training of body and mind, I awakened in It

What It is that we all possess if you’re at one, living & breathing air, psi dark matter rhyme

Sincere apologies to the less than mature audience consuming the nature of the bull’s scat

Thinking therefore proving that proof of life is reality and fictional fantasy at the same time.

Breakin’ it all down to the ground, y’all ‘cause I know which way is up, the opposite of down

Got down enough to know you don’t need to get down when it’s time to stay sharp as a tack

Even orphans without parents know the score of being good, bad & ugly, as above, so below

Chit happens right in front of your eyes, almost lose your mind on the merry go round, & so?

Artificial or divinely created intelligence from a realm nobody ever sees with 20/20 eyesight

Just an imaginary conglomeration of a hope that Life as we know it is a dream’s white light

Final exams come right before the graduation as usual, as did the other 14 quarters of blue

Straight up, the finest and highest I could score on the Liberal Arts scale of One to Ten too.

I’m in this contraption for the duration of the epic series of events that come in & out here

Outfield and backfield both in motion but only one’s a penalty the other’s a 6 pack of beer

Winning is what it’s all about, never pay to quench the thirst, make the losers who lost it all

Runs & extra points and touchdowns and safeties are the end of the story, a saga well said.

New World’s Order makes you believe nonsense like trippin’ on acid is the narrow woke way

Heard the voices with control of the volume and let them go in one ear and out another one

Subjective objectives are what I can control, it’s my life & since I’m the One that’s gonna die

When it’s time for me, nobody will take my place, it’s all my grace, my world, that ain’t a lie.

Take my words for it, you look directly into the star’s shining in your face, you’ll lose insight

Not to mention the far or near-sidedness with your astigmatism and myopathic black light

Posters on the walls, lit up their black velvet palettes with the ultraviolet/infrared display

The Game of Love well played by the movers & shakers, not alive tomorrow or yesterday.

This here and that there giving me the grace of my father in heaven, it’s where he has turf

Unheard and unseen, nothing olfactory or even an atom to taste, hang ten on foam surf

It’s the infinite pretending to be finite & inferior to the DNA of gods or their creator, Zeus

Needing and desiring something to talk about, it’s all about you and me and all of this.

Oh I forgot about that, something to talk about was really far out but not me, I wake chit

Right after I daydream and pretend, I’m a sainted angel from a far off planet, not of Mud

Imagine you’re on a flying carpet ride from birth to death, genuinely nice work, you did it

Beloved in the corner where the discipline sent you to change your perfectly fine mind.

You escaped those nuns and priests with their brethren and contributors to bishopric spew

Cardinals and the Mothers Superior take Nothing in context, eat, sleep and try to be merry

It takes a lot of love to forgive our trespassers who trespassed against us & our family tree

These folks in the higher hierarchy have become inheritors of a lot of dead chit, who knew?

No bueno, that said, let the train out the station, after all is said and done, we still got wine

Open the case of bottles and hand out the plastic, red solo cups loose in a left-hand sign

Dropping my weight on a scale for 16 Bites off of the saddle bags, I begin at a hard one, Ra

Plenty of Time in Space for immortals but not for me, there’s nothing after Life, ask Maria!

The schematics are undeniable, everything is the way it is because it’s a display of codes

Only the ones with the key to the code may know the signal, the meaning of the cosigners

As the calculus allows, formulation of theoretical unknowns has few practitioner-wizards

Whisked away conscious mind upon falling into a deep-thaw ice storm, a dream blizzard.

That’s what death feels like, nothing at all except you never, ever awaken from the dream

If you’re fortunate to be dreaming paradise or unfortunate to be paying back cyber karma

As soon as the Truth becomes known to the innocent and the ignorant, only then stream

Up or down the water’s flow, I know you know that I know, All Life is but a mellow Drama.

If I told you to jump, would you respond with, “How high?” or “Get Bent, man!” My brother

Be that as it may, Truth is undeniable once led to deduced conclusions, one way or another

No other possibilities are more probable than the actual Truth, nature of beast & on the ball

Preconception & post death, every species’ life form is a body of Work, All or Nothing at all.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Samedhi, January 10th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Grafted the Grift from the grit in the ash pit behind the inhabited cave which blazes the sounds of Rock all day 24/7/365, Holidays too, @OzzyOsborne #NoEscapeFromNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tHMQYF-JT1U?si=4CUWG3iDedVuYF-y } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater