Nobody's Got Nothin' To Do - here ya go, alright now! #SoulSearchinToDoList #BrothersOsborne2 1

FIRE, JERKS, NEEDLES, SPOONS & TRIPS ON THE BLOCK

Lie to me, full of all the scatological pain & suffering a human can muster, there’s more

I know the way I felt on the first, the swing and the graveyard shifts, double time pay
For the union, by the union & all dues to the union, automatically deducted the score
Never knew what slavery was until you had to work for everyone else, stamps’ whore.

Almost gone now and not able to look back yet on the already gone memories of mirrors
Smoke blew the images into broken horizontal and vertical lines between the dots & beers
Drank brown or white, the rye, the wine and the ‘shine, all @100 proof that I got the point
Sharp as a tack, blunted only by my hard body and blue, infinite soul of my ma & pa’s joint.

Books, words by mouth, body language and being woke, all a function of the Thing Itself
Never any joke about the seriousness of the nature of being alive on Earth, on a top shelf
Nobody can reach the shelf without a ladder unless you’re thirteen feet tall, just too high
Every passing moment’s retrieval of the treasure is a wasted day missed between thighs.

It’s only because the ‘treasure’ at the ending is nothing at all, no conscious boy or girl
No man & no woman survives the rigor mortis finale, it’s pending doom, being human
Other conscious animals live and die without knowing the end is near a twirling twister
Spiral or helix, out of control, yet this life appears to be an all too human will to power.

Going both in and out at one and the same time in a closed, empty vacuum of Space's X
On the one hand, we’re two feet away from the heart of the matter, so it’s all head sex
All in the brain’s mind where every cartoon and drama occurs, it’s not outside of us all
In the curtain call’s fall to the stage, it’s nothing but epic drool of a divine one who Fell.

Funk is the menudo present at the place and time before now, an apple’s core of Sin
Love originating more fallen ones without wings to fly, eatin’ dead burgers Out & In
Afraid to be brave and not fear the things you might need to terminate, no prejudices
You will agree there’s no way out, play the hand dealt & win, losers just play the die.

Hold on until you’re muscles atrophy with mental protest or without it, you must MF
Situation’s serious, you don’t want to neglect the importance of being dumb & dead
Nothing that eats you will eat your skin and bones while you’re watching the festivity
Party on, numb skull & bones, I’m DNA’s enculturation cancellation, ape divinity.

 
Christ & the Prophets had no shame when they couldn’t save the dead and gone One
Of course, gay meant very happy but now it’s not as apropos or germane, make it rain
If you are the creator putting out the fire of the species, cancel the mating my only son
No reason to worry about any romance, it’s all about the petri dish & test tube spam

A mirage that you didn’t know was just a reflection of an invisible code of sticks & stone
Suddenly disappears into thin air, gas, smoke movin’ up and out of the here & now tone
Sounds and frequencies defined by the beating of hearts and strung-out nylon chord flats
Sharps in between but not enough of ‘em to make a melody a HIT, a passing epileptic fit.

Opportunity strikes like lightening & if it gets you more than once, you’ll drop plum dead
Nobody gets out of here alive in any case but the finale being a price to pay without bread
Not a dime or a dollar for the box or a wool blanket will silence my screamin’ tongue lips
Story begins, climax comes, happy ending finalizes the obscene obligation of my LSD trips.

Made the world the menudo it’s always been, remixed for the top 40 and the number one
Flight of the spirit smoke, on the current of the wind and water, I will always be havin’ fun
Regardless of the reality occurring every day, the alternative is devastatingly horrendous
I will go kickin’ and screamin’ with my heart and soul, I’ll fight, fight, fight, I Am The Fuss!

 

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche April XXIIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @711 AMPST

{ Kicked out the psyche while jammin’ to @GovtMule #HeavyLoadBlues link @ https://youtu.be/z-FNNbBuRQY & #SmokestackLightening by @LynyrdSkynyrd (RIP) link @ https://youtu.be/rfRGWeZtUVk #TrippinOnToTheMoon #GonnaBuryYaBoy & #TubeSnakeBoogie by @ZZTop @ https://youtu.be/OW-5iw7Oc0Q }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WordIsUp #SilenceGoinDown #EyesClosedDrivin #TakeItSlowAsFastAsICan #FeelingNoPain

VIBRATING THE ECSTASY, BACK UP PUNKY, WORDUP NOW

Apple tree goddesses of step mothers & fathers at a kitchen or dinner table all came
Without Past’s preconceived notions inherited from all the dead men who left a dame
Woman with everything required to live and die in peace, in one piece, all too human
As above, so it is below, cause and effect of the whole shebang is an apple & a woman.

On another hand, it’s just like the first hand, all out of hand in a hands-off handout land
Us or you all, here or anywhere else above and below the planet of burnt-out soot-ashes
Forever or sooner than later, it’ll all come down to your comprehending the whale’s belly
Swallowed whole while swimming in the Baja, down the south coast, now I am dead sea.

Not exaggerated yet incredible, a contradiction is a tautological truth beyond reproach
If people would ever have enough of the ignorance and lies of the believers who coach
Babies and the children of lovers either illiterate or illegitimate, all seven continent-full
Eating plants and each other’s species as if you’d die if you didn’t excrete the holy bull.

Kid you now, IT is A Kiss, that’s a factoid of life my father didn’t download into my cache
Will to survive, to be or not to be alive in the communes of the community’s commercial
Purpose & reasons expressing the silly love, preface to deep sleep or just a wet dreamer
As my father’s love of my mother began my escapade, it’s my origin, a bloody screamer.

Harmony in the center of my disjointed discord, all in my centered peripheral electronics
Head’s skull covered mindfulness, a brimful of programs in perpetual retrieval histrionics
Guiding light is darker than night, in the penumbra of a hot shadow where I cry until I dies
Invoice paid, animal skins traded, daughters given away to aliens and barbarian bad guys.

Mocking me? Making fun of my linguistic turpitude and wicked depravity, I think, I am all
Of the things in one way or another, as above, so it is below, atoms to bird of prey mammal
Of course, asking why yields no response, can’t say the Word, Unknown, First Cause above
Ground of dead rocks that used to be in liquid-flow form, colder than black ice on a stove.

Once more, one more time, doin’ it to you again and again, just like you kissed me, I did it
Sweet lips and tongue for me, I love you baby, I can’t leave without you by my side, God shit
Hey, feel me, my skin & bones won’t retreat from your spark of living universal Oneness, OMG
Never gonna forget about this and that, saved it for God’s memory, I am what it is, Love Me?

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi 4-22-2023 Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Cocked hammer this AM listenin’ to #Everlast #GrammasHand link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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

#GitchyGitchy #MochaChoka @SacramentoKingsWINNING #Whacked #JUMP #DaddyMac & #KrisKross

JELLYBEAN MASTERPIECE WOKE MY BABIES

Once again, there’s a double whopper, animal style ready to go down the infinite gullet
News today is the same old news like yesterday, last month, a 20 century unisex symbol
Of all atom-mutated men and mice they’ve made from Mickey to Mighty, a tiny bit of rat
Not too big but still could make a hop up on a pineapple upside cake down sewing thimble.

For once upon a time, there was nothing but empty space, a man slapped God in the face
Here you are then, right here & now due to the dead guy’s malfunction, great father’s Ace
In the hole it stays until the need to bleed rears its ugly head, black, white, red or brown
It matters less than a speck of dust in the wind, a dirty little secret job, it’s all done blown.

Repeat what you’ve forgotten ad infinitum, second the emotion first and last resort, I flew
Around the outside of the jar, there was nothing but dead air, nobody was out there I knew
So, here I am, back in the mix, a little or a lot, whichever licks and blows I can whittle off sin
Original one, a violation of the Trip, made without a purpose other than to get Out and In.

Dam block of thoughts that come out of nowhere directly into the empty, holy mind’s head
Inside the cranium, topside to the backbone tips over the falls of the river water of the dead
Fathers and mothers of sisters and brothers rose up as they fell down, rose red & violet blue
On a ship or on marshland up to snowcaps above jagged dirt, vacuumed it up for me & you.

Hour is late, seconds comin’ in too early for me to know in advance, surprise party of angels
Mentally broke, physical break of organic matter, corporate corpus of corpses ring the bells
As if we’ve forgotten that Life’s either a joke or a test, not an accidental collision of atom chit
I bet you wonder how I knew, how I found out what you knew an forgot, you’re even the shit.

I ain’t laughin’ & I ain’t cryin’ due to the losing an winning of nothing and the rest of the bytes
Of cyberspace, empty Space and somethings themselves congregating in reality sights & sounds
I got it all down pat, I remember & repeat what I’ve heard, Truth is Word, so what’s the fox say?
To be or not to be, yo Romeo, you Juliet, it’s a Bacon thing, a shaky spear of fancy word flambe.

Been in and out of love, won and lost, got close and so far, far away from the winners’ lost games
Signals oral & written to warn the innocent of shuffling up and down the avenues & #Man streets
Destroy acts of kindness by being kind always, be kind to those who won’t be, that will kill them
You follow me, It’s all over, sleep as dead do, awaken at last, it’s all over with God’s touch, #Woke.

Hair pies have some skin in the game, there’s no rules and there’s nothing to practice, just fly
So high that you can’t be seen from the ground or air, so low that the sea can’t contain the lie
That this is a lone, accidental collision of random conglomerations of quarks & molecular glues
Gender bent to accommodate rock reproduction of holy success & failure of anti-royal blues.

Flintstones to Jetsons and all of the cartoon characters walkin’ & crawlin’ in the high daylight
I found you & you found me accidentally on purpose, eyes were wide open for the good fight
I did not come here to fight for life, I came to live for the fight, the narrow pathway of warriors
Naturally it’s all artificial light-bulb excitation & a misdirection of attention, as I close all doors.

Rendezvous, I don’t know & you don’t know anything about anything, drooling, blinded by love
Needing desire to build sand castles that last for a minute until the tidal wave comes from above
Good, bad, evil, ugly & spectacular sweetness of being devoid of pain, murdered the suffering ID
Morning dew & you baby, evening sunset and red wine of the grapevine, happy always, I’m FREE!

OH, BABY, which sacrifice are we in? Pleasure and pain to be or not to be, all of this feels Evil Live
Backwards & forwards spelling to be & not to be with the identical mountains and rivers of words
Moe’s town or Curly’s metropolitan digs share the only narrow way left with 23 Safe-places to hide
Stooges need the real thing too, not just the ladies & gentlemen, boys and girls, bees & flyin’ birds.

I’m playin’ tag & You Are It, now run around tryin’ to catch One who is invisible to cold steel eyes
Ain’t sparkling green earrings, nose rings, tongue studs, lip hoops, eyeball rose tattoos, sky’s cryin’
Stop breathing, heart ceases to beat the skippin’, broken vinyl record, fried magnetic tape, all hits
Watch, listen, recollect, be happy you’re here as the world turns, we ain’t fryin’ but we’re all dyin’.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, #420 2023 Anno Domini
{ Cashed while jammin’ #SadGirl in a loop (LUPE) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/f9CjzZesbCE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?