AM RADIO NEVER LIKED DISCO #FineAsAFrog @BigSmo #SMO #Hog #Frog #SingleBarrelShotguns #MindsOnGOD

LEARNIN’ HOW TO LET THE CERTAINTY CRASH LAND

From the attitude you had the day you were born you’ve become a real know-it-all

Young or old, beginning with the original and mortal sins, forgiveness is impossible

Told you, commanded you, taught you to read & swear on your words’ Truth, you fool

If you’re not a fool, why act foolish when the appearance of inferiority ain’t even cool.

Files from A to Z, so simple that even a moron or an idiot could keep the files in order

Z and backwards to A, enough room for all these physical files on a floppy disc or four

Dreaming that being awake on planet Earth is everything there is, the universe is empty

Astronauts and cosmonauts are sworn not to divulge the fact of life, Earth is in a hurry,

Flyin’ around the ecliptic for whatever good reason we’ve deduced, matter & energy mix

Wide open spaces between the oceans full of H2O, liquid gas getting recycled back kicks

Crew can wreak havoc on every single thing in life, makin’ suitable time has advantages

Football is fine, playoff & Super Bowl for free, busted tellin’ the Truth about my lost wages.

I am both the drill and the hole, matter in atomic weight & energy in ergs and grand watts

For the ones with no mother and no father you ever knew of, it’s an orphan rant, at-bats

On or off the bases, you can’t win without scoring the runs, you’ve got to slide in the sticks

Piling your hair up on top of your head is fine for shootin’ hoop but it detracts aesthetics.

Pretenders teach pretending to their grand daddies who can’t tell Truth from White Lies

You earned and evened up on your inherited karma, live & die just for that, no moon pies

Poppin’ corn covered with caramel & salt, smells like heaven on Earth, when it’s all gone

Frozen tundra and boiling quicksand from uncovered planetary dirt that gravity sucks in.

Hunter and angler, be one to retain your freedom to live without working, trade in gold

Oil and the exchange for your backbone use, your time clock punch from 9 to 5, retire old

If you’re lucky, cashin’ in on the pension eventually, you just don’t think I’ve got the Wood

Together we make one another take it in, until it’s gone girl, way gone Levi’s on ol’ dogwood.

Whiskey and Rye with a prayer to the good lord usually gets the proper result, 99% of Time

The 1% is the key for the lock, turn it in the keyhole, open up the door & then pump Rhyme

Little Bigtown of Love or Hate, Long or Short, Truth or Fallacious arguments to shut down

Pumping the air & water into the receptacles leads to a blown mind of only God the clown.

Don’t try to shoot messengers since there are no firearms, none on Earth, no ordinance

Scale to weigh the living and the dead with the rest of the Earth’s matter, all of the bones

Skulls and toes from a myriad of intentional RNA recombination, without a creator to die

No requiem just because God couldn’t live forever, mortality is the Truth and the holy Lie.

Whiskey form Blackjack & Hops from Negro Modelo, get me to the train cross country too

I hate to travel unless I’m unconscious, especially going at a few hundred miles per hour

On a jet plane, a train, on a bus, drivin’ myself in a @Masseratti makes no difference to me

If it ain’t local & I’ve got to pack some snacks before we “Ride”, I ain’t into the bird or bee.

Dig this or not, I am the one that’s gonna die when it’s my time to die, no replacements so

Ready or not when the time comes, my spirit & soul will let the good times roll without me

Rather be here & there instead of up in the shooting stars above, love riverside & country

My place, living as good as gold, throwing up culture where good times roll, it’s post blow.

Fun begins at the kegger and the full bar with the expert tender from the @HardRockBar

About to go down the secret place that’s mi casa, su casa, single or double, & fishin’ pole

Bowlin’ strikes and spares to hit my average 255, can’t quite get all 300, nobody’s perfect

Unless it’s an unrealistic expectation, I’m satiated & got a Dixie Cup full, no keys to my car.

Open gate policy down the gully, the children are all ready to play, high school & grads

Makin’ the next generation coupling up with the cherished and irresistible pull of the DADS

Morning light ain’t comin’ up for 6 hours, come on over to my place, come o’er to say howdy

Open the gates so all my friends can get in and get a little high and just a little bit rowdier.

Fire down by the riverside, talkin’, laughin’, and drinkin’ until the eyes hooked up, & then

Fifty years passed by quickly, the grandkids are bein’ born all over the world as we know it

Now hear this, putting the nouns & verbs in the form of a rational thought to elevate above

Then it is now, no more waiting, let the fun begin, spinnin’ a ball of yarn to give you a shove.

Better homes and gardens with the birds & bees who share the benefits of just bein’ on duty

Workin’ as hard as I’ve realized that I must for my own sanity, I used to be combat so ready

Now it’s trying to put me to rest, pushin’ myself harder than when I used to roll up sleeves

Focused on the sun when the light comes into the darkness, like it or not, it’s The Steves.

By the time you read this here prolegomenon there’ll be a conflagration of continental riffs

You and I have neighbors, some drink & smoke & some tea-total for their free choice cliffs

Jumpin’ off the edges you see here and there, it gets better if you pretend it won’t hurt bad

It might & it might not, certainly in the end, last heartbeat, one more beauty won’t be sad.

Blisters on my feet and fingers from workin’ the bones for gold cash greenbacks, got higher

Never mattered in the first place, it was a matter of pretending pretensions got from father

Not a dream if you don’t wake up, the reality of the gods nobody ever sees is, they’re dead

Don’t shoot the messenger just because you can’t grasp Truth, live ‘til your blood ain’t red.

Moonshine when it’s bright or cloud-covered, we kickin’ it in Tennessee, middle of the wood

Fine as a line you can’t see between us, the facts of life require blind faith, incredible dude

Driving or flying gets the 20th century mankind to OutSpace in a gravitational-release bullet

Grip to keep on me, better hold tight, I’m slippin’ into my 3rd wind, throw shots back, I’m set!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Martin Luther King Day, Janvier 19th MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted these signals while jammin’ to @BigSmo & @AlexanderKing  #AnythingGoes & #SmoMotion @ https://youtu.be/-FRKaDxcg80?si=6ZAxc_nPuFvKhB-i & #NoAssNoGrassNoRide  https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY?si=iMJtUlMzRXva04mN  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@CarlosSantana @TheEagles #HeartWontTellALie @LosLonelyBoys

HIGHLIGHT THE DARK SIDE TO SEE THE TRUTH

#GoBears in #TwoBits

Keep your mind on the bull’s eye, the 1st prize you win is a Peace Prize piece as if it shed

Light on the middle path displays the only meaning of life to all living things, every atom

In the end as it was in the beginning, every single thing larger than an atom will be dead

Someday, some way or another, the inevitable result of the Big Bang is a Tiny Peep, bam.

Dollars and nonsense mix the mental recordings into a hodgepodge of Reason and Rhyme

When it all comes down to one bottom line, since it’s invisible & non-existent, out of Time

On the easy money, gold, silver certificates, copper & lead nickels, silver drops of holy fear

Hillbilly pop opposite of the adjacent, infinite lines winds up lost in the muck, blood & beer.

Recover the days y’all lost before you came in front of me, you now know what you thought

Inside of the womb, prior to childbirth, every zygote and fetus fills the Void of Reality sought

Mark the dots, the finite lines and shapes of symbolic UFO scientology, it’s all a cosmic stiff

Unraveled your yarn to expose the empty center where Nothing remains after the guitar riff.

Alright as right can be, left out on the precipice of 2 number lines, angles & infinite shapes

One preconconceived notion above air’s ocean, breathing exhaled O2 from misanthropes

In this or another zoo, below & above this here & that there, fathered the mothers’ bad kids

I take full responsibility for everything out of my hands, reward & punish me on pallet skids.

Sixteen penny spikes, nailed to the oak and pine, spruce to birch, crosses of the well-hung

Makin’ the whole Monday to Sunday week that repeats ad infinitum, I got an itch to get flung

Across the street or over the freeway underpass, subways & elevated trains don’t even care

One or two bits to get on & get off, it’s the only way to go around The Loop, the travel fare.

Pick a hand, there’s something in both, one of the hands has a piece of gold, the other coal

You can exchange the items for indulgences on the back porch, smoking with a deep bowl

Swam in the hole, swung from the tree’s long-hangin’ vine, or was it a battleship rope chug

Blown smoke out the smokers & the hotlips of the kinfolk & cousins, huggin’ & kissin’ bug.

Hashtag word up from the get-go and ad infinitum to the Singularity sucking all of us within

Go to the rear of the class before you graduate from indoctrination of the cerebral cortex

You may not pay attention to the training, hence you’ll be undertrained with less overvalue

Obnoxiousity is an accidental reaction to being annoyed by a pompous, blind faith screw.

Will to the power of the hour cannot exceed it’s full capacity, there’s no reserve to add at all

High as the window in the tower, smoke burns into the brain’s grey matter, thoughts & mind

Where it’s all happening for real, philosopher-scientists positing more than a Chicago scent

Dead fish on the beaches, dumped disaster from the big city into the deep end just to find.

Blind eyes, blind faith & blind alleys contain absolutely no ultraviolet ion or infrared wave

Subatomic and galactic status assigned to matter at rest and in motion, particulate shave

Smooth or rough display of the games of fools, relatives & community of riff raff homeless

Appears that it’s all there is, then we die, others dispose of us, dead air for eternity’s bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Janvier XVII^th        MMXXVI Anno Domini @1615 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to mystery juice @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek?list=RD3KGA_8CSmsI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

1992 PONTIAC FIREBIRD   MY WINGS  92-97

#GO CHICAGO 2025 BEARS

#WhatItIs @TherTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?