@JimiHendrix LIVE in @Maui #SoulSistersComeFromSoulsBrothers

SATURN & NEPTUNE ON JIMI'S LP, VENUS, MARS & MERCURY WITHOUT ME, SONNY

From Time's Space, filling in blanks of Timeless places where angels fear to go yet where I am
Here & now & at One with this one moment as that moment passes, I'm One with the sweet
A symphonic display of reason in a being, a body alive in the middle of nowhere, in the wings
Yet escape we must, by hook or by crook, this too will be done, I shall get to the point It sings.

Opened eyes and mindful of the uncertainty principle, it appears that creation is a fraud, a sham
Played upon the innocent and yet the only way to survive is to be guilty of the capitol crime dam
It's built up against the four walls and the ceiling and there is no bottom floor, only empty cans
To kick around on the streets when you're playin' the game in the hood with a backup Peter Pan.

Meaning nobody nowhere ever has your back when it comes down to the brass tacs of the sisters
Not to mention the brothers and fathers and their unholy alliances with the demon spirit lovers
Men & their women or women and their men, who were taught to be mean spirited gen X dunces
All you are and ever will be is the H2O of this pit and the pendulum that's swingin' for the fences.

In an overwhelming fashion, your inner value is only your breath that goes in & out of your lungs
No canons or cannons to blow your mind and body into the smithereens of their origin, hit songs
Mine or yours, the words mean the same thing regardless of the intent of the speaker's speech
Nothing at the end other than bones in a box, stones in an urn or a pall, God's gold dust's ditch.

Obvious to noone, taught to be the offensive who hate to be offended, beaten & weak, on iPods
Left over from the Big Bang of their mothers and fathers all the way back to the first squirt, me
Where I was then is where I am now and where I will be forever down the road to perdition's sea
My Ma & Pa had Nothing to do with any Original, Mortal or Venial sins, that's s#its on the gods.

Former or current, the thoughts are as they were and will always be, empty sounds signifying Zip
It's indeed all there is, these shortening days & nights are all there is, be alive, give pain the slip
Now and then be happy, have some fun, be aware that some humans only suck your sparked joy
All a vampire thing taught by the sufferingism of human DNA in charge, a species extinction ploy.

Assuming that rational conclusions from the rhetoric have a shred of veracity, this life ain't safe
An abbreviation for becoming aware that Life on Earth is an accidental collision of atomic waste
From a Big Bang in theory to a past reality of the Oneness which is now the Many eaten, the Ate
It is what it is, brains to bones in toes, miraculous love in subatomic form, fragments of a pirate.

It might have benefited the entire human race if only the One or the many knew sons and dads
Or 9 planets & hundreds of galaxies in a 360 degree direction away from the core of Earth dirt
Magnetic poles & a perpetual Time wobble during the elliptical orbit of a burned out black hole
The Sun, our closest star causes certain magnetic distortion, our reality of cosmic-infrared rads.

So, I would like to deduce a final conclusion to the perpetual dilemma for human descendants
You all are so fortunate not to be the food in the pots and pans on the fire, the strong survived
We ate everything on Earth and in the sea to stay alive and transubstantiate the atoms of Fire
Water to flow from pole to equator unless you are a Nile, a Mississippi or an Amazon new hire.

Companies are an Earth invention, nobody else in the universe gives a scat about equine foals
Whether Earth implodes or explodes is no concern for OTHER stars, only for life of black holes
Neither mother Earth nor the origin of her being itself, the sun, a star closest to here and now
Taken Word sounds as smoke signals to signify the whole shebang, a dream within a milk cow.

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r j j  stephan, i
* Dedicated title HONOR to my pops, @SonnyStephan & @JimiHendrix RIP both!
c.  February 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:59 Post Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Earshot of JIMI HENDRIX - 32" of Acoustic Jams (1968) @ https://youtu.be/cjbQZXyZ2SI }

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#IAintTheWayYouFoundMe #NowOrLater

<3 <3 <3
A DEAD LINE, A COMMITTED MENTAL CASE CLOSED FOR MONKEY BUSINESS
If and only if you believe that you know anything at all, follow this logical game, a reasoning
Mankind includes your taxes and pension in the mix, all of y'all angels know a One, no-thing
From swamps & deltas to mountaintop ranges of light's remnants of a shining, very dark Star
Burned out from solar animation through infinite space forever, still, it is what all of y'all are.

Being bold is no panacea but it does provide a sense of bravery, fear no evil at muscle shoals
Pall bearers minimized the loss of the loved or admired ones, all spirits gone in black pie-holes
To be or not to be is Not the only question but it leads to the answer, guess is as good as mine
Governor of Life, you are finally, once you've decided to back off or to go at the red stop sign.

You actually have no choice or an free will, no reason to believe blind faith axioms NYC to LAX
To know nothing is to know about all you can know, everything else is conjecture, suspect facts
Dolls and cowboys, paupers and politicians, priests and holy people who believe in high power
Go to the dispensary to get blown away from a flower's garden of Eden into bliss' oblivion tier.

Away and again, ad infinitum, for real and in a somnambolistic stupor you can stuff it up in you'z
Deeper inside holes below to the pie hole and skull cracks up into heaven's empty nest of blues
Country living or squandered life and death in the naked city, junk the people wear pants upon
Not only me but every single one of the beings here and now all of us, here & now, dream ON!

Cartoons of the past, present and future from Flintstones to the Jetsons, I'm your honeybee doll
To inseminate & pollinate or mitotically divide the Oneness' eggs, God danmed suns to be fried
Bacteria and the viruses of the First Cause have become what you see reflected from Fall to Fall
May you disintegrate and concentrate on the Void for a moment in Time, angels died, Gods lied.

Not only will you be happy but also you'll strive to avoid pain, to be paupers bowing to a czar
When you have no control of any feature of this or that now or in the future, then you will see
That the only thing you'll ever get to know for sure, is that you're thinking or think that you are
Path taken down the middle, up the lazy river by the old mill stream, pretension's a given, me!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  February 4th, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out in the AM while in Golden Silence & then some @BlakeShelton #Honeybee & hits @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 or on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }
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#HoneyComb & #HoneyBees #GladWeHadThisTalk

 
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A CHAINED APEMAN DREAMIN' IN A PENITENTIARY FOR LIFE & DEATH
On a clear day, the shade of the night hides in the gangways where many angels flood
With the scents of boiling greens or some polish porridge, I walked & tripped like a god
As if I was immortal, unconscious of my mortality and easy damage to skin and bones
Matters to nobody but all of us, me, myself & I, the three musketeers' sword drones.

Followers loving and hating the gnarled fingers, spiderweb of the gramma's hands smokin'
Keepin' us all in line, ready to be programmed by the mighty machine, an altar boy servin'
Picking up the Latin language of a High Mass was no problem for an Irish-Italian superboy
There were many more than me, myself & I, serving the Roman Catholic sacrifice of God.

Sadness drippin' onto my feet and my manicured tip toes, sideways & crazy comedy-tragedy
Wait long enough and it will rear it's ugly head, figuratively and right on the bookie's money
Seems like you and I had a good talk the last time we got mad, you feared I was a shot of gin
But I was just a jigger of Jack, it's just a thing me & my kin did for free, last one down hatchin'.

Here's one thing that will give you a chill and make you spill your glass of wine, hands on deck
Welfare to keep the children safe enough to grow up and hack into the every database click
Company or one, independent grandma or child from a dysfunctional delusion, American ways
Fine as the ends and the means that comprise the whole shebang, no immortals of a solar daze.

Hold on tight because the ride's gonna get a bit bumpy, if you know what I mean sugar, an ace
Hearts in front of diamonds, in a most respectful way, sugar, a sweet concoction, a lot of taste
Could have been the appearance of the real things that I saw decades ago, a UFO all in my mind
That's what the shrink on base told me, said I was #FitForDuty, no worries about aliens of mine.

Known & occult that will never be, it's not for all eyes but for your eyes only, aw honeysuckle
It's diamonds, silk or a sweet thing like honey or a gigabyte of cash, penny stock's bum heaven
Drawn in the sand, my line has disappeared and now I've gone back to the #GitGo, once again
Buzzing and burning out from being sunny days and shade trees to make it on God's freckle.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Jammed while jammin' to @Blake_Shelton #HoneyBee & #RedRiverBlue link @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 }

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#Godzilla #KingKong & OF COURSE, #YoMama #ResistanceIsFutile

💋👀👄

JACKED UP ON PURPLE, FRUITED PLAINS & MONOPOLY CASH, IT'S SOMETHIN'

Affirmative inaction for the realm of Space's Void, all that's left after it's over, butter churned
A complete line of Time from first conscious awareness unto the final milk game, light burned
Muffled screams in a foam pillow, it hurt to be whipped & slapped 'fore my blackbelt & blade
A degree unknown & unfathomable to humane humanity, deep ends down a middle pathway.

Genius and literal idiots and morons fill the genome's DNA with variable funk to be copied
As it is both above the sky we see down here and below the burnt star dirt, ground of being
You, me & all of the rest of the whole corpuscle of muscle within and without us, gad Zeus
It's all you have left, memory of the shock of conception and rejection of the con-deception.

Man & woman moved by an A-game's chess player, a nowhere man lost in a moving talkie
It won't melt in the place where the sun doesn't shine, no worries to be or not to be a leach
It's a moot point & only a concern of the holy innocent crew from the occult saga of stony
All that is left after a SuperNova is the Singularity, ad infinitum, Amen, you sons of a beach!

Burned by nothing intentionally yet in the form of ashes and dust, it came down to this
And that and the other thing, you know the thing, it's a word that is unsaid by the fist
In the face or in the solar plexus, the bones meet the meat and justify the absurd fixing
For the people who look like skeletons walking with clear, invisible skin, queen checking!

Bucking systems, yesterday & today will get me one more day with sins, make me frown
All of the people on all seven continents, in the air and on the ground, afloat on spacing
Talking and providing cover for the protection of the users who use me for the thinking
Kings are born, slaves are appointed, weak and strong to work, the Way up to get down.

Brothers some, sisters several, cousins a legion of followers of the good, the bad and ugly
Funny yet tragic as the clowns who paint their tears upon golden faces of purple people
Take the wealth if it's not left inside your mind, within your conscious purview of the Ends
Crucified my saviors & anthropomorphic skulls' pyramids, outside upon church steeples.
 

by
r j j  stephan, i  
c.  Mardi 2 fevrier 2021 Anno Domini à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted Tea to @GladysKnight - #GrammasHands &  favs @ https://youtu.be/Inyzvxw0dLM }
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#HomeSweetHomeNiceDreams #HappinessIsEverything #SufferingSucksLikeGravity #CheechAndChong #TheWorldIsAGhetto #ChrisJannson

#DISCLOSURE UFO's ANGELS, TIN FOIL HATS & SONS OF PROUD BOYS FROM HADES *
Once a whole bunch of centuries roll by, Earth spinning around 33,000 times since a Big Bang
What you've gleaned from your mothers and fathers who got to know two got light the tango
Fire you, you're a mother's inseminator just like the ones who came before your bloody fang
Drunk on living forever even though there's no chance in the universal, that eternal fandango.

Mustangs fired up for the ride to the rodeo, broncos and stallions ready for the get down hits
Whip straps and spurs on boots control the motion of the beast of burden, I'll never be a One
Punks have descended from the ancestors, you're more or less one of the many, reflected sun
Imagine the whole world as we know it, without you in the picture for an hour or a NY minute.

Funny to be anonymous yet absurd to be taken seriously for the comedy and tragedy, that's life
The way it goes from the first to the last points on the time line is the way it's sliced with a knife
Criminals of us all, violating the morality and ethics of the dead men who left billions of fat cats
Miraculous documents of Word, blind faith on stone & papyrus, false or true, blame COvid bats.

Trade in your locomotion for the stone crypt allowed to rotting bones, forefathers' bad mothers
Girls grown up in an acid hole, DNA pool mixture of apes, roaches and angels of sisters' brothers
Pincushion stuck full of needle holes, give it a shot, come and take my arms from me, Eagle, bird
Weaponized the rocks and the heavy metal, ready to launch, only UFO's out of Time, kill a word.

Reality and fiction merged into empty jargon in infinite loops, boomerangs south to north poles
Gods gold that shines for the blind & mitigated at the end, in a Void over indivisible rabbit holes
Nothing your popes, presidents or fools can do with the centuries provided in counter revolution
Forget about the names of the men, their history makes no difference, burn books, God's the sun.

General, universal and particular apeman monkeys in a Terrarium, ancients called Earth gods
A thing we need to live and die upon, pinochle of star debris, nowhere tiny enough to disappear
Yet the underground is above and below the Space between the super novae and black hole sod
Using words, arguments to reach conclusions to act upon, in the present, kill a word, eat the fear.

Instruction to the orphanages of the humane bytes in bits and pieces of honey, sugar baby flow
All of the babies can learn any language if immersed, no child is ONLY the country birthed into
Earth's solar system blown out of the Big Bang is all that matters, that and the energy third eye
Making Life itself Empty, to be what it is, what it's always been & will always be, en empty sky.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *CleopatraOfTheNile
c.  Lundi 1 février 2021 Anno Domini à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted tea to @BrothersOsborne - #AllNight #ZigZag favs @ https://youtu.be/MvaXV3Q6pN0 }

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#Honeybees, us, them, nobody else but an empty humpty dumpty

BUZZ AROUND THE MEZCAL RINGS,  WORM BEFORE YOU DIE

Shots up & wine drunk, vitamins & minerals leached wasteland's ilk, fake electrons

Neutrons to trigger cherry bombs of protons and makin' the atomic the Void's ions

Mothers of the bombs, the thermonuclear Singularity or Black Hole, wise-ass sun

Burning out without recycling or replenishing, it's not our call, it's mercy of the Ra.

Shaded by the ignorance and innocence that's required to avoid going deep insane

Nobody to talk to about this hypersensitive monkey shine of a human race's lame brain

Fallen angels, evolved a specially created caveman from fear to battle, war to peace

Dithers I have, nobody but I shall indulge in the invisible pleasure of golden fleece.

Soft and sweet, hard and bitter and sour, all of the atoms of Big Bangers & devils

No trouble when you are the thing itself, incarnated for a spin around the mother hills

Glasses of wine and shots of whiskey under the shade tree, a smokin' spell of tea for me

Debunked by the worms at the bottom of the glass bottle, had to drink it all just to see.

Chewed it up into the microbes it had become, hallucinated the dead guy I'm gonna be

Not because I wanted to, just a thought from my funny, out of control mind-full of chat

Unknown what It may be other than One soul of the Thing itself, what it is just to be me

Uncles of my great grandmas got them pregnant by hook or crook, cats & dogs of scat.

It all worked out for a while 'til the discovery of independence from the prominent doubt

Golden need and want of every free woman and man, everybody wants to have some fun

What I mean by that, is a czar or dictator who rules by edict, you better listen or watch out

Skulls hung on cave walls, backwoods dripping fear of Darkness' scared meat, well done!

In complete absence of light's frequencies, from cosmic to infrared wavelengths, I'm dead

I don't want to die, that's what I heard in the Emergency Room, a dying voice of the dread

Hated to admit it but the Truth is what it is and always was, the ego's gonna be what stinks

Like a molecule of water, evaporated your essence of the divine, a supernova ala sphinx.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, January 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{  Drafted jammin' deeply to beats of @AshleyMcBryde #TheBackPorch & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/x5rLrV7Vkeg?list=RDCLAK5uy_lx9grc9fqgdeglZz2jOVvZIxevcHjF4-c }

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#KingKong vs #Godzilla 2021 A.D. #SomethingIsProvokingHim #LastOnesStandingExtinction

BREAKING UP'S HARD, FIGHT, SURVIVE, KILLERS WIN & EAT, LAST CHANCE
It never felt like the feeling of rolling along the roads & rivers without a nightmare's anomaly
Lit up the darkness when worlds spun around, with smoking, drunk gods, with or without me
It matters that energy is spent star dust and Space emptiness, solo comfort ride from the Voids
Inside of the womb, the egg and the gamete shoots bullets at the target, until Truth is androids.

Blown up before it's time, illusion of the buzz and the toastin' up in the foothills, party on down
Out at the back, up country where the sun shines all the time, it's summertime, old #Hangtown
Where Jessie James and a posse pretended to be in the bank together, a nightmare, too human
Never happened, fake reality, out of nowhere, wet-dry dreams are gods' events, fill'erup the can.

Noted that it's all gone when the last sights & smells don't allow any more sounds or foul tastes
Feeling it falling from the highest place a human can be, stratospheric high above empire states
Provoke you to remember the bad and the good, your death & your birth, alien reason kingpins
From the mud and hydrogen-oxygen soaked gas, alienated from the origin, out for eternal spins.

Fun to be in fear of the life you've gleaned from your inherited DNA replication, survival I am fit
A battle of things that eat things to continue the First Cause's perpetual motion of Galactic chit
In a movie, in a rerun that will never stop until the lights go out for good, Darkness' Void is real
It's not the tales and sagas of your ancestral heritage, encyclopedia of the Truth, here's the Deal.

You came, you saw what you saw and you'll leave without a squawk because Eagles fly, we ride
Last ones flying are the last ones standing, only ones dying in a volcanic rush from god's bowels
Thump your books of words from your patron saints and prophets, Godzilla & Kong kids' dates
Who bows to whom, nobody gets to bow at the end of the performance, my stage disintegrates.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Janvier 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 0820 hours PST
{ Jammed without bowing to anyone, #JustLikeKong trailer @ https://youtu.be/odM92ap8_c0 }
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