IT IS THE SMOKE SIGNALS, GHOST OF GREAT SPIRITS, CAN'T FORGET THE COLD ONE
Blown in and out of the matrix cold ones, ancient mothers & fathers who hated all gods
Comedian language consumers trying to make a joke out of necessary conditions, iPods
Important to elders without property, sufficient income to continue all breathing in/out
Choice and Free Will aside, if you have no cash, THEY got you by the balls' twist & shout.
Here's the club now, in just a minute or a moment or two, I am assuming God, sweet Jesus
Saved your soul, your faithfully departed relatives, my relatives, the American dream of us
And not to mention them but... #ColdOnes will get you almost every time, it ain't personal
It's just the way it is, things that come out in the end may have been a delicacy at first bell.
Then on that last ring, however that happened, you may have had to annihilate RNA slime
One way or the other, the DNA of the cooler than ice has the judgement call, Justice done
Fetch me a beer, a cold one please, long neck out of the twelve pak, it's a matter of Time
Space of in between here & there, monkeys play up to the 99th one, time for a cold One.
Forensic examination of all clues left behind as evidence of the crime, pristine convictions
Out of my life behind the involuntary servitude of the master, high & dry penance's sins
I'm alright now since I found out you were a long gone drunkard, it ain't your guiltless fault
Still as the cadaver of a stoned heart, no beats for your pleasure, #UpYours, eternity's vault.
It's in Mary's taste inside her mouth, in deep kissed, passionate, fleeting love, All of It Ends
Nothing immortal that exists before or after I was born, Earthbound kiss to a fool's amends
Finished before I was done but that didn't stop me from tryin' to delete extraneous bullscat
Hung high & dry in a hell-hot sun, son yet the Timing's everything, y'all just forget, you're fat.
Here come vampire brides repopulating species' ninja black ghosts' on welfare's windy city
Well now, you got 21 years? You got two ears, I hear ya, go get my sweaty long neck back
Appreciate more than you know, get back when you need a favor, it's fake double jeopardy
Love always on ice, cold ones come & gone, 'til none's left 'cept holy nuns & the Sad Sack.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 04:30 AMPST
{ Drafted to @Santana LIVE 2020 CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 & @AlexanderKing #TakeABullet @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }
Saturday, January 23, 2021
#SaturdayPrimaVera #Santana #MarshallTuckerBand #Black #Jake #Batsheet & bonus' #Hodgepodge #GuitarCall #HallOfFame #UpDOWN
Friday, January 22, 2021
#AintTheFirstTime #ItWontBeTheLastTime #FigureItOut #LongNeckSweatin' #HellHighSummerSun
Nobody's fault but mine, I'm high and dry, I bought the ticket to ride on the trip, paid for pain
It was cold, it was way too hot and one thing for sure, I had to forget that I was a fly lost at sea
No control over when I'm comin' back to the place I love, home sweet home, a rocky mountain
Came sliding into home with my steel spikes straight up, the catcher caught a slice of you or me.
Fought nice and easy without any effort because I knew I had already won, the dream's done
Sweat pants and socks full of my exhaust, flyin' high above the brothers and sisters of the fun
As above and so it is below, the same old thing that has the same cause for the same ol' effect
Cold One, hotter than a pistol after firing off a few round loads, drunk to heal it, hands on deck.
Brought my protection in my hands & feet, mind & brain & will to control such a good ol' fight
Survival of the fit with or without my daily twelve pak, I can deal with or without it, outta sinkin'
Once drunk beyond the pale where you don't want to get behind a god's firewheel, I'm out & in
That was a cold one I won't get back either, out my twelve pak when you split, God's sun is white.
Bring all of your germs back to the mainland and walk out of everyone's life, she stole a cold One
On the way out the corral she kicked down the red barn, haystacks everywhere in 90 degree sun
High and dry for the last time, she took the things that meant nothing to me, reminded me of her
Pretended to be upset as ecstasy nearly broke my face, a form of happiness, ain't sweatin' it, sir.
In the middle of nowhere when you're done pickin' and grinnin' tryin' not to think 'bout yesterday
Cold ones all drunk down in one late summer sun, didn't know why the world was spinnin' away
My head would not allow the alcohol to metabolize therefore I purged the elements in cosmic ilk
Flushed into wasted cases & twelve packs, sweatin' old days, not the 1st time I felt the worm silk.
Tequila & Budweiser I forgot to bring home from the liquor store, I think I forgot it in the scum
By the time I recalled my error and returned to fetch my booty, it was gone but not far, on a bum
Over by the railroad tracks I saw him with his feet up on a cooler, crackin' beers out my backpak
Hella hot sun going down and it appears I'll either get it all back or I'm droppin' the dude, a fact.
It was all over in five minutes or less once I claimed my property, the dude was an angelic hobo
I gave him a couple for his trouble, we drank one together, I was outta the ebb & neap tide flow
He didn't comprehend the language as a countryman would have, an alien, a foreign body of Id
Came over the ocean, boat, ship or whatever motherlode he hitched a ride on, God's a bold kid.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, January 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 PMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @EricChurch #DamBabyThatWasAColdOne in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
#FireBurns #IceFreezes #EarthSmokes
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GROW OR BURN ONE, MAN, JUST HAVE A COLD ONE
Punks born without a father's rules, get the charity grown children upset and spoiled
Like the milk mother left out in the hot sun, in the light of day for the riverside baths
Stunk to high heaven with the body odors to attract the genome into oblivion's shed
Deep down under or way far above or below all that you know, #Woke middle paths.
Germaine to the subjects and objects looking for the predicates of prehistoric essence
When there was no books of Word Spells or stories from a linguistic cache of nonsense
Morons and idiots in charge of the species' presence and future eminence, extinct eggs
#ShotsInTheArms for an imaginary virus works in a 3rd world country's political dregs.
Here and now will get all of us there & then, without our intent or will, It's said & done
Nothing left to do when the Singularity has appeared and it is you and me, we are a One
If & only if you don't take that blind faith step into an abyss, you'll die in this bee's hive
Grace screaming for your soul to accept the notion that God's good not great, evil's alive.
Mutate the acid and know that it makes no difference at all, love and hate are a #FalseFlag
For the reality of the sequence of Calculus problems that can't be solved is infinity's gulag
Locked up with a combination sequence of #Fabernacci and the scum of Earth's scat logic
Pins, needles and middle fingers point to the #Longneck magic, square cube DNA's Rubic.
Fabulous that you can walk & chew gum at one and the same time but it's a dead end
Nobody alive on Earth cares one way or the other, it's a fact jack, we can comb your hair
Fancy morons and idiots teaching the children what they don't know, nobody does man
Opened up the Pandora box full of whiskers from the rednecks and orphans of welfare.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Venredi, Janvier 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:30 AMPST
{ Drafted to a cold one I'll never get back, @EricChurch link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE}
Thursday, January 21, 2021
#ExecutiveOrder #ComeToHighHeaven #HellToTheNoNo
On loathing of the fears between your ma and pa, the nun and priest of your god
You can count on getting high on the pure oxygen, the carbon dioxide of dug gold
Monkeys unevolved, unsophisticated and in charge of the anti-social media to boot
Thinking apes became dangerous when they realized their ability to trap and shoot.
Mystics conjoined with spirits of the rocks that rolled deep down within a fox's hole
Pink when lit up with the black light, pure white when blinded by the wild boondoggle
In 1776 or 1619 there's a load of scat, leftovers to the eaters of all American whores
Illegal aliens can come to Africa and become Afrikaners, Middle East emptied ashore.
Dreaming while wide awake in a fracking freak show, evolved out of the mire & muck
Land above the salty water, the oxygen & hydrogen liquefied by solar power, daphuq?
All you can say about all you can see, hear, taste & feel with the touch of gold fingers
A tax on your skin color and the clothes you wear to cover it up, head to foot soldiers.
Bums and genuflecting idiots and morons becoming fake favorites of two First Causes
No easy chore to comprehend the nature of reality, as you're not asleep in a wet-dream
Woke and awake for the purpose of survival, not a species but individual oneness' spat
This will come back to haunt you, child orphaned by other bastards, now ANTIFA scat.
Apes named #Scum like cream, rose to the top of a hill of beans, a mountain's gold scat
Not shining when there's no sunshine, absorbing every atom, chewing & regurgitating it
Pills swallowed, vaccines injected mainline and if that doesn't kill you, you'll just go spit
Nothing's coming or going, punk propaganda's a rumor gone viral, trump #FakeNews fat.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Janvier 22, 2021 A.D. @ 12:01 AMPST
( Drafted while scratchin' the itch playin' @EricChurch in a loop #ColdOne link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#YouGotSomethinToSay? ...well then...#STFU #GoWashSomeDishes #AVideoIMadeAboutEnds10YearsAgo #AColdOne
ON BEING DNA, ON HUMANE HUMILITY & YOMAMA *
Using your voice when you're both deaf & dumb makes you a white superman of the girls
Tonight you may be the anti-hero who opposes all the Evil left on Earth by Satan's Tbone
But wait, you're not a nut afterall, Bart Simpson rocks the people's state of MILFs, all gone.
A simple mind inherited from simple men and simple women who survived the anti-bodies
Always and forever, everywhere that dirt rises above the H2O, it's a struggle for Cro-Magnon
Not only will you be ignorant of the reason for being alive your whole life but also, God dies
Humanitarian unrequited, universal charity for others as if they were you yourself are the sun.
Without you you get no ideas and form no conclusions, caput and you'll see Nothing is sick
For the facemasks on a Speaker in or out of Our House, to muffle that philosophy of bailiwick
Monkeys from two to niney-nine do what they do, mimicking survival behavior, oblivion's skit
Appropriate to the kids and elderly, over-the-hill, over sixty-five trips about the bull's of scat.
Red tape & the purple, infinite sanctity of sirens every morning at 6:20 to awaken homer-less
Under the overpass between private property and the railroad tracks goin' to the ville of Rozes
Nothing personal against the hobos and ne'er-do-wells, mostly my brothers, some sisters' song
Wishing for the Great Spirit above to answer the sacrifices of the lambs we've burned & hung.
I shook up the baking oven from the moment I dropped from a Void into the light's unpaid fines
Just what I needed was to figure out why in the Hades this all happens to us everyday, it's crazy
To me but not to everyone, crazy is as crazy does, something to write words down on white lines
Squirrels awaiting the rats to leave the nuggets and nuts, tan rats in black and white TV to see.
Causes of the Ends which you will see with or without me present, no mystery where it'll be now
Pretending it's not gonna happen to you just to everyone else, brothers, sisters, parents & friends
Even the enemies or at least the abhorrent human genome which cannot abide by enculturation
Anthropomorphic ideology in zoos of padlocked cages, dipped in the divine's #CNN elaboration.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Janvier 21st, 2021 * one-twenty one-twenty one 1-21-21 @PorkyPig #ThatsAllFolks
{ Drafted in the patient state of being, doing as anyone would if they were either me, myself or I & listenin' to #ENDS & HITS @EVERLAST on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0szqyWvPNKY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#TBIYTC #TheBestIsYetToCome
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
@DonaldJTrump @POTUS45rocked #ColdOnes & the #Ends #21GunSalute #ThatWasAColdOne #PardonMeToo #NASDAQupDOWN
TOO FAR GONE NOW, 1 SHORT OF A 12 PAK, IT WAS A COLD ONE BABY?
Messengers bringin' the bottom line to the forefront, in the beginning it was pitch black dark
Light itself, blown up matter showing off it's explosions, what we need to eat or drink, mark!
Fabulous moving into the dream and out of the cream, couldn't land that big one, false alarm
We could have made it all work out but it takes two to tango and I was a boy from a hogfarm.
There isn't two minutes to play the games I want to play, I know the rules and I want to play
Beating myself in a solo gang of one, nobody to argue with & I always agree, might die today
Hope not but nobody knows the ultimate answer to a conundrum, to be or not to be a doubt
Right cards in the right place at the right time, full house or a royal flush will straighten it out.
Overnight the things moved, changed from alive to dead, unfathomable & in smoky dope
Monkeys puttin' down the lettuce for million dollar condos, mansions in their minds' eyes
Punks on corners lived and died, fishermen and apostles smoked turkish tobacco and rope
Burnt booty and now there's the rubic cube rumble in the jungle, maybe it was cherry pies.
White flag tryin' to warn morons and blank pages full of empty words, explain the hot dead
No gratitude for innocence of the human babies and all non-human life, a southern comfort
Calculate the sum and live with it, subtract, add, multiply for division of anyone's godhead
You came to follow me, jump off Earth without a body, nobody gets out alive, it's been said!
No turns going forward from this day to tomorrow, there's no reversal nobody turns it back
Reincarnation's a hope of fear-mongering mobs with a morbidity rate of 100 % Homer grown
Flowers and love began the progress to the end of the story, the casket and the urn, 12 pak
Meaning two six paks ought to do the trick when you are one beer short, all dead & all gone.
Grim & ecstatic at one & the same time, it's just begun & it's all over already, funny bone
Trip on medicine or poison, naked apes try to do this on their own without a cell phone
Now it's over ain't it? We can't do it over, there are no #DoOvers on the plains or groves
This is all you're gonna get, lucky conceived, random randos & bettys, extinction of doves.
Funk filled up the cake that I bought from the baker, candles all blown out, heaven my foot
Or at least my toes and heel with a dagger in a pocket, I ain't goin' down to the bottom boot
Kicks got harder to come by in Time, kicks fake punted a decade, time's in & out, ain't none
First snap of last straws leads to dark a side of the path, no royal flush, can't land a big one.
Being too involved in the minutes and hours from day to day leads to the same place's glow
In and out of Sun consciousness you've inherited from Adam, Eve and the other anthropoids
Coming over you is a heightened awareness that you're as immortal as the sexual innuendo
Landed on the runway before it was cleared of debris, wings went down, engines got skids.
Drunk and brain whacked by tobacky, put the spirit of God in a difficult position, done wrong
If the creator is the origin of the universe, I mean if that's the Truth, then evil lives in a song
Common dysfunction of a cerebral cortex is related to network nerve damage, stab in a heart
Nothing works but a #cOLDne, when you're high & dry, nowhere mankind is a longneck's art.
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier 20th, 2021 Anno Domini #PunchMeAwake #BadaBing #BadaBoom
{ #EveOfOneTwentyTwentyOne drafted while listenin' to @Eric_Church #ColdOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
#ShortOfATwelvePackAgain #HisHoliness #Papa & me... #ThatWasAColdOneManGod
That was indeed a cold one that day you walked out the door, you slammed it shut, exit sound
It's always open for a come back but that was only once, won't be comin' back this time 'round
Shots in the darkness of Space, sweatin' long necks waitin' for me to occupy my round bar-stool
Freakin' high and dry, smokin' a fatty in the back parking lot, by the woods of the coldest fool.
Flies buzz around the ends of the means, it's nobody's fault, it just happens, it all goes on ice
Eventually even the hottest pistol turns into it's original cold steel, it's all for the good of God
First and last time we watch the love of our lives mow down our #TopOfTheWorld cold one
Sung from the porch or drivin' away down the gravel road, makin' stones and red dust fly son.
Not your mother nor your father to blame for any of this, they made you out of the lust of love
Still you didn't have to leave me so high and dry without the words of love, you killed the dove
Record highs from the lowland, the swamps to the gods' garden of weed and flower candy blow
First and Last Time, First and Last Cause of the End of you and me, be the fish on Cannery Row.
On a trouble hook or a gill net thrown to the love of eaten sea creatures, martians from Pluto
They have taken over the #VirusMutilation and caused the extinction of species catalyst, a video
Shown far and wide on the world-wide web, a record high of likes and hates of this Adam show
Eve didn't like bein' second fiddle either, don't let a bible & history fool you, I say E I E I oh no!
Buns holding Matter in the matrix, outside of the Void or inside of It, One and the same Nothing
Substance, the thing itself, an essence of the origin's mortal sin, compared to what, come-on son
Pretenders aren't recommended & if you persist, you'll die of ignorance, of being hat-checking
Strangled until the heart had it's last pump and beat of the drum, seven holy holes, wide open!
In the finale, what it's all about now is what it will always be about, always been about, survival
Out of the blue from above, in the six feet of dirt atop my leftover skin & bones, talkin' general
When they talk, you better listen, you better start sweatin' 'cause it means a twelve pack's gone
Now & then you've get what comes out of nowhere, gimme a beer, I'm outta here, rock's stone!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMMST
{ Drafted while listenin' to a loop of #ColdOne by @Eric_Church link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE #PerfectDayForTheEndOfMay #ImOuttaHere }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, January 18, 2021
#TryUntilTheEnding #ThenYouWillKnowWhyYouTry @PabloPicassoDedication @TinaTurner @DelaneyAndBonnie
SHE KNEW AND I KNEW, WE WERE 1 BEER SHORT OF A 12 PAK AGAIN *
Veins movin' the iron poor blood in and out of a fabulous heart, the only one that knows is you
Certainty is a gift from the gods or the God of your grandfathers, big guy in coldwater blue sky
High five left high and dry for a good reason, her daddy taught her the same. I used to fight it
She knew & you know the nature of the beast's deep down in your unsavable soul, that's right!
Poppin' veins until the blood had no place left to go, circulating up and laying it all down, it's life
All you'll ever see with these eyes, all you'll hear with these ears unless your blind, deaf & dumb
In that case you need way more than a keg of beer and a case of Black Jack, a shot & beer'll do
Damn sure I'm never right 'bout anything other than a fact that alive things will one day die too.
Lost nothing tht false pride couldn't cover up like clown make-up on Jesus, an act for the circus
Claiming to be the man from heaven related to Zeus when Zeus is related to nothin' but a fuss
Fixed like a cop's nephew's speeding ticket, the judge had me breakin' out in a cold sweat cuss
Swearin' up and down from Hades to high heaven I'd never violate the code of Hammurabi bus.
Junk in the trunk left over from the lovers and haters of the game of procreating the nonsense
Good, bad, ugly, cool, nasty or whatever the case may be, from the work and the play you get It
It is the end of it all, no more light there and then, can't respond to the stupid questions and chit
Singin' with my girl friends and brothers from other mothers, drinkin' & swingin' for the fence.
Score tied only in a fantasy, in reality there's a winner and a loser, I was always one of those son
Revenge at me for being obtuse and metaphysically abstract to a fault, where I evaporated, man
Cold ones stolen on the way out the door, can't get 'em back even if you're all high and dry sore
All of the dust in the trail is still up in the air, she ran pretty fast, back to liberty's bar room door!
I can't speak for the artist but it's highly likely that creativity gets you nothing from the reaper
A soul fine and hella gone forever from the face of Earth and the solar system's galactic fate
Collapsible, implodable, explodable, able to turn from boulder, planet sized to a pebble, mate
Imagine you're high and dry, no cold ones in sight, Love still ain't on the way back, it's deeper.
Take away the water from the Earth, evaporate it all into empty Space through a Time's chasm
Gone, hydrogen and oxygen, never any spirits to be uplifted any longer by a goddess' catechism
Records made and played made a difference until the Ending, the Finale to be the Ends' cellphone
I ain't sweatin' it bein' hella high, but is that a long neck sweatin' there in your hand, it's all gone.
I'm gonna buy a rack, OK maybe a 1/2 of a rack or a keg or somethin' big that you can solo cup
That way you can keep gettin' drinks for free, just because you know me, it's on the up and up
But in realty there's conception and the deception on the way to the inception of the cold one
Death's so cold, like a clay hard rock, not a move anywhere from nose to the heartbeat, yeah son.
This ain't no joke, it's serious words explaining the facts of life, there's nothing to it, more or less
All of the people who have lived, incarnated, reincarnated and died one or more times, we confess
It's just the opinion of one man, worthless all by itself but in the mosaic of all from leather to dust
This here thing, this dawn and dusk that make your smile so wide, myth busted a love left to rust.
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is copy of painting #TheScream by @EdvardMunch
c. Lundi, January 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to some @Delaney&Bonnie&Friends #OnlyYouKnow & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/IHFWNMFyRBY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, January 17, 2021
#FiscalMoments #DazedInfinity & #ColdOnes & #SadArseGirls
MASKED & LOCKED DOWN MURDER OF #H1N1 APE VIRUS WITHIN
Be kind to your neighbors, you know the Ten Commands of the creator, comin' for your shack
Cold ones you never get back are the ones that needed to get away with the whole 12 pack
But being that they were on the run, no love ever walked out, sneaked away in light, so sick
Minks and three hundred dollar Nike's didn't do the trick, she needed half or more, a trick!
Finish what you started if you have one thing you've got to do before you die, do the do-si-do
All opinion, humbly expressed within the church of rocks and the burial graves of deadon Pot
One love is all I never needed, I wanted it all, all of the love I could suck off of everyone's soul
Things themselves are always gonna be the way would have been, whether I was here nor not.
Old sweatshirts gave the middle way to the goal, Fink University in De Funk, Washington states
First President's name taken in vain in the northwestern, non-existent edge of the Free ingrates
Lovin' the pension from Tennessee just because they love me, fish are bitin' & on the lake's dawn
Rivers run through my veins but I wait until it all comes out of the mouth, bobber gone on down.
If you don't know it now, I say you're gonna be dead body in the end, slow your roll or never do
No more and no less than the junk in the yards, the hookers on the hood's alleys' gangways, so
Blinded by the flares of the sodium burning in oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, makin' the plans
To be or not to be blown sky high to make heaven come down to Earth's star dirt, a God's hands.
Monkey shines on the philosophy of anthropomorphism, what we've ween, we've done, apelike
Yet it's so delicate a subject and object, this life and this death that the fear of It, scatters mice
Fearing fear itself and afraid of something that can kill it and eat it, without a defense, it's food
To be or not to be is all there is in our world's entire universe, neither more nor less than good.
This here and that there were here before my Ma & Pa constructed my zygote, my mass began
From two, they made this one, me, myself and I, a One and only three, good reason to be a fan
Alternatives are Nothing or Eternal Damnation by a queer deity which assigns #FakeNews Truth
A design to qualify for the species halt to evolution of the genome, extinction's species forsooth.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Everlast #SadGirl {papa called her #Cookie} in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc & @EricChurch #ColdONE @ https://youtu.be/9ljgLv0jpxw }