#VirtueIsVice #ViceIsNiceForThePrice #Freedom #JMHendrix

t'WAS A HUGE GIANT, PERFECTLY FIT FOR FUN

Put the squeeze on the flagella and beat them into a submission groove, follow a leader

I came before the Timing was just right, rejected to the perimeter without hope, a pleader
To be or not to be, in love or out of it all, the way is narrow & everyone gets one fat chance
Out of sight of the creator of the whole shebang, 4th corner gets no counter-punch dance.

Around in circles or the square block, you triangulate to the target for the last time, it’s On
Nobody has the power to negate the positive flow of momentum to an occult blood-stone
Whether you see it comin’ or not, one thing’s for certain, some won’t get a second chance
All One & done for the fortunate few without karma, Time is Space’s place for hot romance.

I ain’t a giant humanoid nor a good, bad or evil creation of an impeccable creature, a god
Dog spelled in reverse is God, coincidentally I have the score of my soul here and now, pop
You forgot to let me know the reason, the truth about the thing, why you loved my mama too
Ready to open a Pandora box, I’m adopted due to the pregnant person being too young fool.

Fully invested in the success of the Time spent, there’s no way to quit, the way I planned it
Nobody and nothing can block my way, it’s all about me & my way, you can hit the highway
Whether you do or not is not my concern, all I ask is for you to stay way off of my fairway
I got a handicap but a nice 36 holy stroke of genius, gave me the lowest score on record.

Rehabilitation was a challenge if you never imagined it would ever happen to you, shocks
Up your leg to the top of your head, electronics move from cell to cell via synapses tricks
Near the Great Lakes or east to the coast of Maine in a loop & a cross-country trek, shots
Eternity gets dug 6 feet underground as if the burial is for eternity, Allah programs robots.

Gods filled the hearts and souls of the Cro-Magnon humans, just like a Santana axe riff
Like an anchor with the beats of the rhythm and the rhyme, stuck like glue to the riff-raff
Had to do it and leave a message that I couldn’t delete, the cat got out of the plastic bags
Through the center of the atoms, it all comes down to yelling out loud at the enemy hags.

Willing the things to line up like planets Mercury, Earth, Mars, Saturn, Uranus & Neptune
Forgetting about Venus and Pluto as planets too hot and too cold to make the grade to be
Part of one solar system radiated by one Sun’s radioactive deterioration in perpetuity’s sea
Hydrogen & oxygen, material forms disintegrate into orgasmic cows jumpin’ o’er a moon.

I have a routine for a basic training routine which will prepare even Sad Sack to warrior up
It’s as if magic words cause the effect just by making the sounds string words into a circle
For the jerks to move in their counterclockwise ovals, forcing the beasts to carry a dwarf
For the whole life before the injury from running the top DNA into an atrophy body morph.

Getting back every single piece of your heart you loaned out to the friends of the moments
More than one or just the One singular thing itself created out of microscopic eggs & semen
Spies can fool the fools who trust the humanity of every person who isn’t dead out of time
Reportage deduced, assumed premises, floats your boat until the idiots drop dead rhyme.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Third of June, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING AT ALL

#GoOutsideRichie #IWishItWouldRainGold #Tomorrowland #ThirdOfJune #PrecursedRehearsed

BLINDED BY THE CAVALRY AT THE CABARET

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Coming home from the night before I met you, I knew you had to be alive somewhere in Cielo

All the things I’ve dreamed I’ve seen in reality in a New York minute later than most, so slow
Pie cut in eight pieces, halved the whole twice, that’s all it took to even it up, square deal too
All the 90 degree angles added up to four, cut them to 45 degrees & the triangle is navy blue.

High or low at the bottom of the glass where sweet nothings are uttered for the blind faith kid
The only one left over on Earth who doesn’t know that Earth is a gift from 1 Big Bang incident
Caps and the empty bottles holding the emptiness within it’s confines, a shape of you, stupid
I don’t mean to cast aspersions but, I had to give it a shot in the dark, after all, I am the kid.

If only I could skywrite up there in the blue sky, I’d use in-cursive or just whip up my scribble
As if I wasn’t taught everything by the teachers who instructed me to breathe wisdom in hell
Where I’ve been conceived in the darkness without food except for a fluid effulgence, H2O Id
Give it to me, linked up chord to the host, mama, your mama, all of our mamas, Eve’s hot kid.

Get up against the wall if that’s the order, hand up, drop your weapons, sharp knife & sword
Whomever the firecrackers were made for found out about the fission and fusion of me & you
Yes or no to the perennial questions, follow the bouncing balls, stay with me, we’ll be just fine
At the last gasp you’ll be all alone, no partner, mate, amiga or amigo, y’all met your dead line.

Birds sing in the trees the day after you die, nobody knows why, nobody will tell you anything
All you have to worry about is where you’re free to go & what you’ll do when you’re arriving
Stay on the fly, invisible as the creator of Reality we see, the universe really is proof, God’s old
From deep Mississippi to upper Minnesota, the path was narrow, no money left in the gold.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul because there’s not much time to be workin’ by an hour’s branches
Got to steal it, screw friends and acquaintances in the ghetto or deep in the suburbs’ ranches
Copy your signature over & over so it turns out to be identical strokes, crossed T’s & dotted I’s
On the third of September, daddy died, I called him daddy, that’s right, I’m hangin’ my head.

Formula for this and that, named in any of the languages from the tower of Babel, E = mC2
Everybody knew intrinsically but the expression on a blackboard was a blind eye for an eye
Third eye was blinded by the ball of confusion which is perpetually in a state of eternal sucks
Nothing you nor I can do about it, an unsolvable conundrum presented to the ugly men flux.

I am not hearing the sounds of silence and that’s the end of the story, there’s holy watering
Of your mind & body & soul, all you are taught once you’re born in the city of any country
Mental illness and physical infirmity are the worst you may be experience down in the hell
World called Earth, filthy dirt, planet of a sunlit solar system of 9 + or - planets, rung a bell.

What it is was always in the air, you looked at me in the mirror, my ghost was never there
Spirit of the spit, molecular, atomic, random neutrons of protons, electronic neutrino hair
RCA superfine disseminator of ideas & thoughts present in the past when it was the future
Dreaming came true, imagination preceded the thing itself, it ran away with me for sure.

No cure for the disease that’s really the nature of the beast, can’t pollute the holy shebang
It’s a mental concept, as we all are to the One who is imagining that we have a song to sing
Woke, at the wake, all of the thought bubbles above the heads of the sad and mourning ilk
Came out of the woodwork to see the death recover the bones loved & hated by cow milk.

Justice takin’ on the whole world by yourself, no need to check on the plan, you are the One
No more than a single focus, on the way to the Ends of the story, goin’ back home to someone
On your own though, no partners, husbands, wives or buddies, to dry your weepin’ black eye
Why didn’t I have my father’s grey-colored eyes? Maybe he wasn’t my pops? Shat didn’t fly.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, June 2nd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 748 AMPST
{ Bashed this out of the blinding headlights while jammin’ to @TheTemptations #JamzMotown link @ https://youtu.be/rx0DAA3QP8w?si=hf91Y620VFADOVEb }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsGiftsToWoman

HOW’d SHE GIT THEM BRITCHeS ON?

Slap your gram-maw, mine passed on to the great beyond before their times, all grand ones
Kidding or not, the fiction remains as the Truth’s reality, nobody gets out alive, y’all gotta go
Somewhere out of this Earth’s pervue there’s no place like Home, no place at all to play ball
Marchin’ onto the big dance but I didn’t know how, I played 8-ball & threw darts at the wall.

Brew and Mash for the boys and beer for my horses too, dust needs to be swallowed, I spit
Chaw chewed tobacco from the natives was the addiction we couldn’t avoid, all fell in love
Doctorates can’t help the addicted, mentally unhealed inheritance of the third human eye
Moneymakers for y’all & for me, laws prohibit taxation without representation, until you die.

Think corpus dillecti a moment, won’t be able to ponder it once it dawns upon bald monks
High or down lower than y’all ever wanna go, shootin’ 8 ball you gotta hustle the loser honks
Being ahead of the cue ball with your stick all chalked-up tip, a little English slides of shtick
No more nor less than perfectly innocent of the blame and credit of paper or hard plastic.

Get ready to be set to go when I give you the signal, you’ll know the sign, only your vision
To be or not to be the all too human spirit and soul of 208 bones, rollin’ blue blood within
Keepin’ the flow goin’ until the final gasp of gas is the whole point of being here to atone
For the wrongs done to the ones with rights, all the karma evens it up at the final moan.

Seen enough, battles in the wars before the young boys and girls with britches yanked up
Moved into the uniforms’ combat boots, striped up or metal bars, clusters or stars in a cup
Alive until they’re dead, regardless of the discharge of honor or loss of O9 pay-grade’s grape
Don’t you think about anything, therefore you don’t exist, a Cartesian form of a UFO shape.

You said, gin, whiskey, bourbon, vodka are fine but 180 proof has no equal, hangover, over
Refused the acceptance of the liberty and freedom of speech, idiot slave owner’s hot lover
Walkin’ slow down boulevards and avenues leading to the target, no way to ever look back
Disappearance into a woodwork’s rhythm & rhyme, knowledge is a stack of clickity-clack.

Trees all forested, made toothpicks and burnt-down houses on dead-end streets’ T bone
Elements disintegrate a left over chunk of subatomic particles, love, charm & an i-phone
Dancin’ on the floor or up in the air above the parkay wood, it’s all in the Eden’s gardener
Everything & all in between it all, the whole shebang has no mercy, good God’s a herder.

Stay in line until you’re sheered or butchered, used to warm bare skin & feed the blood
Like fake vampires yet without liquid flows from source to the guts of carnivorous food
You are what you all eat, someday something will be you when y’all get eaten by honkies
Beepin’ their freaky sounds both day & night, extinction’s comin’, wait for it ye Monkeys!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June 1^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crafted as I jammed to @CarlosSantana feat. @RobThomas link #SMOOTH @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc?si=DDqUS2jJsl5c8PqE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?