Yank Your Attention Back #ACountryBoyWillSurvive @HankWilliamsJr

OIL AND THE FILTER

If you don’t mind, this means War when you hear or see the rumors and hot propaganda

You don’t know what you don’t see or hear about by reading or word of mouth agenda

I know nothing and whichever words of explanation you hear one way or another, A Sting

Yank your attention and arrest it for an infinite moment, everything you know is changing.

 

Watch the end of the story unfold in a two-day battle, beheaded snake remains in motion

Party of the multiplicity on every continent on Earth the cars keep dancin’ in colored skin

Pink inside and out, blood’s purple inside & runs red on the outside of every skin’s parabola

Good old days you went through with me y’all know from Chicago to Mississippi to Florida.

 

Let me have the microphone, call it a #Mike, disguised a 1^st lady in the people’s blank house

In charge or down at the rock bottom of the ladder where the weight is carried it all aback

Woman had babies who grew up in spectacular or disastrous manners, can’t change it all

Know what I know way back in good old days, gas in my dad’s gas tank cost 20 cent per  gal.

 

Passing out or passing away is what we’ve been doin’ since I was back I the good old daze

Never change it one bit, I never knew more than I could see in the gods’ deep-purple haze

Talkin’ about a trippin’ in your home, greaser and dooper-style, all about hookin’ up to “its”

My girlfriends all knew my name, address & home phone number, so did their daddies’ fits.

 

Back to the story, back there where I used to run from the danger & turn around for a fight

Not afraid after the monsters in the dreams were exposed as the ghosts in my reincarnate

Body changed but the ghost within still misses those good ol’ days, it keeps returning to Go

Pumpin’ brakes on the way down to stop lights & octagon stop signs all about ebb & flow.

 

Slow down or speed up before it’s all over, relative or absolute control over ways & means

Nobody impedes an unstoppable force moving ahead or behind it, DNA in the magic beans

Gas giants leaving signatures every place in Space that allows it, chalk on a rock-hard skin

Beer, wine, spirits aged in wooden cherry barrels for a smooth sippin’ high lookin’ for a sin.

 

People of the rocks and sand above the liquid love of gods, every molecule & atom screws

Seeing and believing the Univision of television and the cable of the TNT & flatscreen blues

Beats layin’ down the moves for both above and below this dirty ground, I love down deep

Hills ahead with the ends still there waiting for the application of the means, soul I’ll keep.

 

Bum as I am all there is inside and outside of my family’s tree, branches down to holy roots

Twisting back and forth, to and fro makin’ the 208 bones assess joints strength top to foots

Remember everything & forget nothing, a dream streams like smoke in the dead air’s wave

Dead & done gone before I arrived, my forefathers knew I’d get down, right here & right now.

 

Bigger gratitude will not materialize out of the matrix than the infinite thanks I’ve got in deep

Under my finger and toenails, protected the feeling things that the dumb asses out my face

Not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, as they say, try to take advantage of me or mine

That will get you Smith & Wesson heat or at least Mr. Sam Bowie blade, 21 moves per slice.

 

Know what I know, bring it with y’all & pay it forward & a throwback the species’ extinctions

Bright boys and girls, the kids of the elders who had no idea why they paid for Mankind sins

Flow from the equator to the poles, due to the revolution and the wobble around, we’ll sing

Commitment to nothing and able to honor that One commits to the Void, all about Nothing.

 

Before the blood & bones partner, attention arrested cowboys & girls, all texts self-destruct

High school ring in my hands again, she gave it back, bet her father made that happen, Dick

Now it appears that I’ve had angelic overlords directing the impasses allow my passage out

Of the situations presented that want your money or your life, survived punk-asses, slick.

 

Sherrif knew my name, grandpa was the Fire Chief, ergo WTF I did put me above Man-dumb

Thought I was King ‘til they cut my hair & sent me to training under south Texas’ red-hot sun

Did me better to live with the Mississippi alligators that fled swamp Florida to the Bayou fun

Say nothing ever said, copyright as if it matters about Forms of the whole Truth at random.

 

Back to class after summer vacations, I think it was about 12 to13 years on a turnaround

And then on to serve the people in no-armed service where they showed me an M-16 sound

Booms of bombs and near misses inside and outside to get accustomed to surviving Ends

Ghosty, angel-spirit animates mud & then goes battery-dead, it’s sad but hey, Time bends.

 

Ready or not to uncover the silence inside or outside of a box or a can, a vile or a one-hitter

Better to have been here for a few moments than never to have come at all, it’s God’s butter

We are the epitome of Creation’s Rembrandt and even if you don’t have kin, you’re human

Mothers & fathers don’t matter, you matter, your form & consciousness’ recollection, man!

 

Let it go, pay attention to where you’re arrested, here & now, eyes wide open, see the gods

Always above & beyond the happiness you’ve ever consumed here & now, nirvana hotrods

Honey tastes as sweet as sugarcane pies that passed my lips, all bitters disappear as I sing

Turn around before you get to the dead-end street, you lived there, wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Served the masses both serious and solemn onto a population of country mates inherited

Media and internet completed the species dominance of the dirt from north to south pole

Still at the Ends, corpus dillecti can’t be denied, if you live you will die, factoid of life’s dead

Who left writing on cave walls, paper tiger Cro-Mag announcements in Pac10 Rose bowls?

 

Swear to God on a stack of bibles because one bible ain’t enough to swear on, need a stack

That is a promise & can’t be broken, death before the sheriff or deputy gets shot by mistake

You & yours are sacrosanct, mine are as well, due respect, it will be an honor to follow back

Clear dinosaur blood, viscosity in my .383 all 20-50 weight keeps my .44 under-seat make.

 

In a day way back in the ‘70’s, I wondered when 2026 would accumulate consecutive spins

Tryin’ to get my girlfriends to take everything off ‘cept my high school ring, recall mortal sins

It was all good, no child ever came out of wedlock as far as I’ve been told, God only knows

Certainty comes & goes with the wisp of wind blowin’ sound around in circles, takin’ blows.

 

Howls I heard were my own, my eyes were closed but wide-open like the Red Sea full of cod

Being chased by the big old bad soldiers of the empire, needed divine sea swallowing it all

Filling up Davy Jones’ locker with the metal and wood malformed into a deceptive skid Fall

To WAR, it will be a soul sacrifice of ones who signed on a dotted line, for the Love of God.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 28^th MMXXVI Anno Domini at 11 o’clock AMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while loopin’ #GoodOleDays by @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=_OXKnGY4hZT11rHY }

#NothinFancy @Skynyrd #NorthernLights #RIP @Neal_Sedaka #OhCarol #CalendarGirl @BigSmo #BackToTheGoodOleDaze #IJustWannaGoBack @CoreyCrowder

TIME OUT IN THE CORNER, HUFF GOD’S ANGEL DUST

Curb all your intent for your reputation, the Silurian hypothesis that Dr. Who hypothesized

You’ve got another thing comin’ when you arrive at your predestiny back into cosmic dust

No consciousness or recollection of the reason why the cosmos produced Earth & God fear

Hey women! Are any of you watchin’ what the men have been mutating ad infinitum, dear?

Earth will atrophy, in history that hasn’t happened yet, apocalypse merges with the One too

Millions of years before right here and now, there was something there and then, stone blue

You are not certain that the absence of history explains the origin of the solar system’s rocks

Planets and moons burned until only ash in an empty vacuum of atomless Space, tattoo fool.

Compression of subatomic particles are without intent, look for the scars & tattoos of lovers

Earth PETM is what tells the whole story, we were a star and our mind is all carbonic leftovers

Climate change is more or less status quo of the humbling shock, anoxia fool in Maximum PET

All you know is about all that you’ll ever know, the catastrophe is inevitable, we’re the tools.

Survive by lucky fortune being in the right place at the right time, the extinct blew in the wind

To comprehend the mystery we all need to die to the Earth, Wind & Fire, but we’re not ready

Never can be ready to absorb the unnamed life force we call divine, the gods or All the Above

Liquid rock rolling down the riverbeds toward the equator, some north & others south, I love.

Hidden in plain sight but only the blinded by the light will know it when they see it, blinded

Cross-eyed the cause of distortion, everything on Earth, all things in every galaxy God bred

Pure thought of this idea, conception occurs in random, reverse order of cause and effects

First came before the Last Cause, a Lost Cause, dream within a dream, all too human defect.

Unseen by human eyesight since the thing itself, a catastrophe is the description of chaos

Unexpected and overwhelming at one & the same time, Earth is sinkin’ into the salty sea

Matter and everything microscopic & macroscopic triggers the destabilization of all atoms

Remote needs a recharge to keep its selection of synchronistic theories for my baby bums.

Unknown Past is hypothetical because the known is here & now right before our very eyes

Dead without the Living is Nothing at all, zero from zero yields zero, it never bakes the pies

Cherry to apple pie, fully packed within the crust, allow understanding a mystery Gobeklitepe

In this place in Space at this Time, present and at one with the solid, liquid and gas of Earth.

Black denim & chrome to the bone the hillbilly deluxe duo skipped a decade or three, shots?

You know and I know it’s all about the parties before the children came to be coddled robots

Not that it was their fault or anything, scat happens and then one side backs down, a hotwire

Nobody stays mad too long after the banjo stops strummin’ the flames into great balls of fire.

Beginning about sundown, the party moves ahead to midnight & beyond, my place or hers

Antimatter of Time in this party Space, movin’ the molecules into formation for the equation

An unknown becomes invisible to the ones who’ve been blinded by good old days of my bros

Put yourself in my place, on second thought, skip it, hope you’re never in my place of holes.

Remember those olden days? Yeah you know you do, before the kids & the old men jivin’

Hope your daughters don’t have to put up with the internet and apple phones, I’m singin’

Good old days on the way to never comeback, except on your daddy’s 8mm film edit of Us

Not on our dimes, they all got good intentions but left it to revert to it’s original cosmic dust.

Fear just because you don’t know you can defeat that in a flash, with your honored fathers

Bills need to be paid, kids to be raised, work to be done, houses to be built, we catch fishers

Dim consciousness due to the early glue sniffin’ in grade school, middle & high school, etc

Lucky I made it out of there alive, dark places I didn’t recognize but escaped by the skin of…

Peeled the fruit & metabolized the solar sugar out the Earth’s vitamin C and minerals to be

Go ahead and try not to get lost when you find I’m not behind you anymore, now you’ll see

It’s all on you, not me at all and it never was on me, but I swallowed the blame, consumed

For I know, I believe, nothing but a catastrophic collapse of the galaxies into the mushroom.

Don’t shoot the messenger, I may be wrong but I bet my bottom dollar whatever that is

That I’m right & anyone who disagrees with my hypothesis is wrong, by definition for this

A throw-back classic sometimes just crops up in its own good time, might be cool or trash

Bottom line, it’s all about the good ol’ days, for real, y’all recall, ladies & gents, join MASH.

Smooth talker and a crooner from the holy nights back in the good ol’ days, I remember being

Feels like just yesterday, in and out of the jails of the sheriff and constables’ counties of sin

Never forget the boogie woogie, rock and roll, jammin’ the rap, blues & jazz, good ol’ days

No reason not to return if you could, for one New York Minute, impossible, remembering’.

Fill her up my dad used to say that to the gas station attendant & it was a smell of odiferous

Nobody knew that this little boy was inhaling gas fumes & getting’ sick for no reason but US

Never tell the folks that the kids were bein’ poisoned for the good of civilization & culture chit

Being alive and kicking when your other eight lives have already been lived & gone, this is It!

My like of living goes way back to the ladies cuddling up with my baby ass when I was 2 & 3

Hey those were the good ol’ days for real, party everywhere my ma & pa took me to absorb

Birthdays of relatives and saints of the Catholics of my father’s & mother’s blind faith to be

Thanksgiving & Holy Day’s circumcision of a crucified god son of an almighty Zeus, a sun orb.

What were these ignoramus’ philosophies going to do other than accelerate the extinction

No free choice in the decisions to launch nuclear missiles all over Earth to full annihilation

Weather permitting in a quarter of a million years hence & heretofore, there will be blood

With the doom and gloom, love will blend & create animation out of dead air in the mood.

Compare the gold medal to the stanley cup because you’ve won both, guilt of the crime too

Hat tricks puttin’ pucks in a goalie’s mask, more stitches where a face used to be so GD blue

Bloody old words in deduced assumptions and conclusions, fill a Void ½ full of bovine scat

Truth is, Earth is an accident of the sun’s appearance due to a Big Bang & Space/Time warp.

Ain’t my place to be in 1st, 2nd or 3rd but I always show up for the party even under the gun

Pin & needles fillin’ the holes with sharp points that will stick up those who don’t have fun

There will always be a fight somewhere, sometime and you’ll be involved in it, inevitable sin

Asserting dominance over subordinates is a legit form’s play, controlled pink & black for skin.

All about the subjects and objects in Space being predicated in Time, now is past, I’m ahead

Being present in the one presence, no doubt about it, all holy chit’s embedded in my forehead

Not only but also, every time it happens every place, humans remain mortal, we got your six

Grilled and drilled to be the disseminator of the immortals’ leftover philosophy of dialectics.

Alas, I’m going to need you to amend a revolting development, out of your control

It’s all in my purview and I will accept full responsibility for the actions & reactions

Of every mouse & human who acts out the avoidance of extinction, multiplication

They are all each one of them responsible for survival of the grounded amphibian.

All we are and have always been, is the epitome of the disembodied, mighty original

Imagine Nothing, absence of absolutely everything that’s a form of matter ala seminal

Dreaming about where it all began, helped to feel good about runnin’ with Blues boys

Started all over on the road so many time, I know it had to end but it didn’t, God’s toys.

Slinkys and squirt guns, water balloons and hide & seek neighborhood tricks and treats

Escaped that asphalt and CTA transfers from avenue to boulevard, great lake to suburbs

Blood dried and became the dust it originated from, activity recollected, prehistoric feats

Drum roll, curtain rises, one actor on the stage, alone without props, kicked to the curbs.

Needing your wants & wanting your needs, all dreams come true the day after you awake

Fools you’ve never seen before, everywhere around every corner, in every church & mall

Downtown, uptown, big state’s in small towns or big cities in small states, all of ‘em, y’all

Like babies who swallow watches while singin’ about spillin’ wine on me, for God’s sake.

From a posh penthouse to the basement bedroom of a ghetto abode, a concoction drain

Souls move in and out of the machine’s ghost, egg to egg transported by a crazy flagellum

In ebb and neap tide mode, a mass in counter revolution, swishing water on the brain stem

Known about the unknown since conception, forgot a minute, remember now, need REM.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, February 27^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1201 AMPST

#HappyBirthday99pops   #IMissYouMan  RIP DADDIO

{ Jacked this up while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #PhiladelphiaFreedom in a loop on youTube link at https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=b9IJxL7gVe5JK7tw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoysRoundHere @BlakeShelton & brothers from other mothers #ImAlright @KennyLoggins

BABY GIRL, GRANDMAMA OLD WOMAN, OH SISTER OF MINE

Oh boy, you want to know the reasons for all of the mysteries about to blow

From above and below the planet, ancient and modern tools of a golden cow

Trust and Wisdom that it’s all tentative, without guarantee that it’ll jello mold

Mankind ruptured the matrix before one misconception birth, grandfather old.

You & everyone on Earth know that I'd lie to y’all, impossible for The Truth

Victory in the end although it’s pending doom behind the reversal, it’s in the sky

I see what you see & you see what I can’t, categorical imperative below & above

Man & woman get Ape’s grace from a creator to rise into Nirvana haven cove.

Before the final gasp & set of rigor mortis, you know & I know, it’s all academic

Learned from the beginning and honored until a final resting place of ash, slick

Like you've always known, you’ll have to hunt & fish on your own, it’s a reward

For being here & now for liberty’s sake, just to see starlight shine, UFO scarred.

Bent into shape, formed out of the atomic refuse of a Big Bang, an Original Sin

Why does a creator of all mighty atoms want to blame the creation, I’d be all in

But I’m not the painter, the sculptured form of pliable clay, in the dark it’s all red

Full house to demolish a straight flush except for the royal flush ace high skid.

Mirrors shining the light of infrared and ultraviolet to materialize a hallucination

Infection of the healthy host with a virus to take over the health of the mortal sin

You know & I know, it’s a crap shoot we’re lucky to witness for a NYC minute

Here for you and the rest of y’all in or out of the union hall, a victory on a putt.

Beers and lunch for everyone who showed up to assist the strangers of a brood

Philosophical thought strong as a crusader’s revelry tales, fabricated old dude

Deserved just for makin’ it through eating & defecating, shower under waterfalls

Pinching loaves and recycling the rainwater, beer, wine & spirits, it’s Life as it is.

Ability to understand & utilize the wisdom for aid in future accidental effects' X

Think, hence be present while awake & sleep with one eye open, I don’t regret i

Eating lunch by yourself is a piece of cake if you never sup with others, my son

Needing and wanting the things not in one’s own control is the key to extinction.

I woke up and wiped the sleep out of my stigmatized eyes just in time to be born

A day my mother would recall just because of the excruciating pain, I was worn

In a strungled way, underwater for too long, the skin lost H2O in the black lights

Fabulous & fantastic events seem to arise out of smoke & mirror prize fights.

Smooth talking reminiscing about our fabulous life with fabulous skin & bone

Two of us slowed down, bottle of wine and foolin’ around under moonlight, so

No need or want to change, it’s all about being the best & most, call my i-phone

Slide into my arms, I got a winner’s cup & a trophy case, lips together, just blow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 23, 2026, 1759 hours PST

{ Kicked this out the park while jammin’ to #DoubleBack @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E7flVs1y15I?si=6kz_48NUzjg3zOIQ & @ACDC  #SoulStripper link @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=2eUoCmikTzyUwDQe }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?