#AWoman #AMan = AMerica Allman, Dylan, Scaggs, Allmans

 

 

WHEN ALL HELLA FIRE BROKE LOOSE, ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS PETRIFIED GOLD
People get locked in tight when schools over, K-12 or beyond to the pHd for Molochi's minions
They pull tricks on all the best of us, alien spirits invisible to the human genome, unconscious It
Lost and found in the dreams during sleep and watching the Real turn to the Fake before a chit
Flickin' the lint off of my sweater and swattin' flys on the screen door, I used to care who wins.

I don't worry about it while I drink me champagne and smoke the Bermuda Triangle's bud-buddies
From the first day the eyes were opened to the solar light, we merged with the presence of blow
Who I am you won't know 'til your final heartbeats, you may not believe it but life's gonna cease
Function of some equations are useful and some are harbingers of Nothing at all, equality's zero.

Wild as the day I was born, crying about the situational change, it's First caused, we're the effect
Moving the dreary mountain back into the deep, blue sea so that getting uptight is doom, a seize
Nothing left when it's all over, you know what it's like to lose a game, take a CoVid19 shot wreck
Asymptomatic allergies to life and death, who knew that a virus could kill the man & the species?

Gone before it was a time to go to a wake and a funeral for a stuffed brother's sister, I'm all gone
Nothing left before or after my trip around this unwelcome and uncaused system of the damned
We know nothing, thinkin' that's enough for the inquiry, got to get some sleep & forget it, son
Awake, woke, still in a deep somnambolistic termination of a trip, a mind can't stand to be dead.

Wheelin' my girls down the street in my station wagon, '60 Chevy turquoise blue, Mother of Fawk
On and off for the next 60 years up until 2020, I drove many & paid off some out of the Joints
Things really have changed since back in the day when the words of teenagers were moot points
Today and tomorrow, they are no longer educated in the warehouses of the public square folk.

Lyin' with the dogs in the junkyard is not a problem, since I'm in charge of all the junk, lost jazz
Is it beer thirty yet?  I walked over 40 miles on the backroads in the Bayou and came back too
Gator country is not friendly not to mention Cajun cuisine that sideburns the toes with pizzazz
Hurting deep down in wee bones, in the lead, there's golden cramps for a tramps, boxcar's flu.

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r j j  stephan, i  { A 2 For 1 de jour }
c.  Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 6:66 PMPST
{  Locked in tight to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged @WonderBoys soudtrack, @CurtisHanson Academy Award #BestSongfromAMotionPicture kn 2001!  Link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo  }
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#PeopleAreNOTcrazy #ItsJustMe #InsaneInTheMembrane

FOR, WHAT IT IS is NOT WORTH A THING, JUST AWAKENED to NO THINGS
You must be kidding for some reason, why I don't know right now but I will to see light, a hero
It's quite dark inside of the casket or the womb, therefore I am the cosmic dust of a blue moon
Funny yet serious, like the happy, blown atomic matter from the star above, the big One, sun
Common denominator for the equation is One, it's all over the One, itself one more than zero.

Punks mirror the images in the water and the ice without regret, it's a love song to be the best
To be or not to be is not the only question, why we got here for nothing is a solipsistic inquiry too
Yet the words won't explain the connundra, these mysteries remain from pre-Socratic to Trump
Now, regression is progression & membrane ends never justify the means, we are in the dump.

Where the star's above cover us in a blanket of mystery, unknown darkness is friendly to Nothing
What I am and what you are may be the same thing but we all return to the maker of the Thing
Itself can be a rogue atom, a thing like the first man, Adam, sounds similar, exactly correct man
Sitting down, laying down, tired yet wide awake, motion of the moon and oceans, all too human.

Junk filling up the yard so men & my women can hang around, alive & not yet dead to the world
Joy's gone, fleeting the moment it arrived, WE was all there was to It, big bad boy & good l'il girl
Old man roamed from the Earth to the Sea & found the Thing, you know the Thing, an original sin
Become the hunter & prey at one and the same time, to be or not to be is God's faking question.

Don't get me wrong but you know you will, just be there at the end but what the end is, is nothin'
Wound up like a baby in a wet diaper & no language's scream, too wet to see love of the vermin
Fools' assasins cannot be jerked around forever, we've got to have a reprieve, retweet tweet chIt
Function of equation, 40 days & 40 nights deserted, flyin' high allstars of a black sky's divine skit.

Danced to the music, drag raced the fastest hotrods to the bridge, I always win, just passin' thru
Miracle of the First Cause is not the subject of the inquiry, it's the creation that came afterwards
To be or not to be in the dance with the men and monsters who rove for fruits and nuts of birds
A final lapse of reason shows fools & chickens, jitterbuggin' to a raggin' roost, Time's up, Word!

by
r j j  stephan, I
c. Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out early AM {due to insomnia caused by MEDS & THE realization that transitory happiness is the illusion I love so much, now things have changed a byte! }  listenin' to One Big Lie, Water Under the Bridge, Wheelbarreling by @BobDylan #PeopleAreCrazy & #ImLockedInTight #ThingsHaveChanged link #AllHellsBrokeLoose @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
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#WomanDontKnowMeMan #TimesSpaceChangedThings #LastTrainLeftTheStation

 

DON'T CARE ABOUT IT, FORGET ABOUT IT, SLAPSHOT GOLD'S DARKNESS
Locked into the combination of zero, eternity to the right, 7 to the left, zero to the right & again
Water and garbage under the bridge and it doesn't get any easier, snip & cuttin' my clear as-skin
Mortal or venial, original or just against humanity, the Ends are identical, smoke a silkworm bud
Nothing to contain the blood and bones, mind and brain won't work, ain't no survivin' eatin' cud.

It's complicated when you accidentally hurt another human being, they ain't no sick, nutty dog
You don't get to terminate the living unless you get permission from the power that is all agog
Government of the people, by the people and for the people saves the genome for coded copy
Alienware movin' the dots in the matrix from the chaos to the order of things, abused and free.

Ape my words, copycat the whole shebang and you'll see Nothing more clearly, for a second
Then it's all over, bright lights clear the pathway and the mothers of the inventions roll a One
Smoked and swallowed deep down into the lungs where the blood brings bang to the brains
Come and go as you please, in and out of the dream's reality and fantasy, it's all the refrains.

Repeat ad infinitum, cause and effect of the last effect is the one missing from an assassin's eye
It's the zero, absent without leave, clues leading to the solution that's an incomprehensible lie
Mothers and fathers told us not to come after they got us here the same way, it's complicated
Timing is everything, we moved from the rest and now, the unknown is known, we're all dead!

Treasure of gems, words and the wastewater left over by the piste recyclers of H2O, tons of guns
Bullets from revolvers or .45's without serial numbers, .38's from daddy's sock drawer, my funds
All I needed to go from the start to finish without being jinxed, I am a monster y'all 're afraid of
I'm all in your mind, hard to believe the assassin was inside of me since day One, Gold's the dove.

So, this piece of lead used to be the fool's gold in the 1860's, blamed murder on me, gallows seen
Undertaken to solid ground, wrapped in cheesecloth, stinkin' like dead matter, heavenly flim flam
Monkeys everywhere, eating & defecating it all, time after time, it is after all, all about me, I am
Suns and stars of animated carbon, oxygen and nitrogen blowing their cookies into a smithereen.

Last plane & train left the station, you and I are here and now, locked in tight, out of range again
Recycle the light, sound, grapevines and Mary's weed burned the whole shebang, I Am a-changin'
Quickly pass the puck to the forward, slapshot in the net, from man to empty casket flimflam, son
Spinner we are, wobblin' ecliptically, caged in revolution, moonshine GOLD, assassin's One, Done!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, April 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:11 AMPST
{  Drafted the moment that Hell broke loose the fire and brimstone, lecture the preachers & listen carefully to @BobDylan #Jitterbugraggin' to #ThingsHaveChanged #TimesAreStrange #ImOutOfRange on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
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#PlayTheGameKingsAceHigh #CheckmateTheKitty #StayFarAwayLittleQueenie

 

4-1, 2021 AD  { #FoolsDay #ItMoved #ThingsChanged }
Eternity takes too long to get here or there, in Time and Space, that's just the way it is
You are a passenger on this trip and you have no free choice no matter how bad it looks
When the Time has come, when all hell's gonna break loose on the peace of the minions
Nobody's paying attention and sooner or later it won't matter anyways, it's Adam's sins!

Taking full responsibility for the water going under the bridge, all wound up locked in a tight fit
Around the screws and bolts of the Frankenstein culture created by the red cross witch doctors
Missing here and there in the 24 hours allotted, loose change for some morons and little fockers
They get low down and you can't see 'em comin' most of the time, point is moot, don't fight it.

Eager to cease the pains and the suffering of the poor little babies of Ra's accidental insemination
Analyzing the first and the last conception of the One leftover that neither dies nor disappears
Rock that rolls all over the Space, all of the Time with or without you, it's no original mortal sin
Just shat the smoke and fire with the Newtons and the Sagans, in a warm tub of 99 wet tears.

Supporters for the things that jocks carry while they play games that might damage the goods
Or the bads or the uglies in any case, the sun's too hot to the touch and I've lost my touch too
More or less, ways and means are what's been done in the past and may materialize the hoods
Neighbors who know each other or at least are aware of the mistaken identity, house of blues.

Got high and low to snap out of inherited stupor, comfort the innocent, can't handle the Truth
Alright to be ignorant but not OK to be a wise arse little punk from the second city's gold tooth
It all comes out in the wash yet if you don't use soap, you cannot remedy the stains or the rust
Alladin's lamp or that Red Sea genii in a bottle wanted to be rubbed into eternity's red hot fuss.

You must be kiddin' when you say it loud, that I can jump in a lake, meaning go get bent, yeah
Nothing can stop the roll of the biggest rock we assume is our Mother, the Earth, dirty gold ore
I cared before but now I want more and I don't care anymore, something moved, I killed & ate it
Boneyard leftovers for purple & blue trash that walk-about Earth in Jizz bags of DNA retardant.

In a wheelbarrow or a wheelchair, dirty bastards and innocent, common folk can be a blessed kid
By hook or by crook, the Ends arrived for all to partake in, without any free choice, we hide El Cid
A come back to Presence from the grave, playin' Robin Hood and FDR, apes givin' naked speeches
Fell in love a millions times, all of y'all too, I used to care about y'all but now Things've changed.

I am on the last train leavin' the station in the middle of the night like a bat clear out of holy hehl
It's loose now, cut it loose more or less at your own peril, can't change your mind now though, so
Get ready 'cause here come the judge of you and me, commander in chief of the arrows and bow
A poke in the skin's armor pierces through to the vital organs, it's over when it's over, I won't tell.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  April Fools' Day 1st, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Jammed while listenin' to #ThingsHaveChanged by @BobDylan on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

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#FillInTheBlanks #ItsMultipleChoice #ItsAnEssay #ItsBovineScatology #SkillsNoMore

IT'S OVER, RIGHT?  #TheThrillsGone #WasNotThereInTheFirstPlaceYall

LOST MY SHOES & FOUND THEM, LET'S RIDE,  BLOW ME & YOU?
Playin' with the players success & failure, I won all the pots, believed games from occult A's to Z's
Nobody got over on a master of the chips, inherited all of them from the divine sky, hoopin' balls
Monkeys performing miracles for the minions who look and look at each other but why monkeys?
Ain't nothing else for man & woman, Adam, Eve, you or me, party-brain surviving an Earth Falls.

In the end, after the dance, you've got to give it all up, ready for a midnight snack and hit the sack
Wake up every single AM & do it again, ad infinitum or at least until the Ending, last gasp of black
Nothing is the color of everything, as black as nigh and as white as a lilly flower in bloom, I was
Not any more, the engine is getting high mileage and is being worn into the empty cosmic dust.

Pretend you are blind and deaf for a moment, can't see this or that, hearing dead air in a buzzin'
Looks like the Truth is much stranger than the fiction of my brothers' & sisters' minds high ceiling
Man or woman on Earth both #GetDown, animal or plant DNA is nowhere but right here to play
Shouting it loud or not speaking at all 'cause it's your free choice to remain mute, no say, no say.

In the party you have fun and then leave it all behind or you are shocked into a stupor for eternity
Shouting into the microphone is useless since there's no transmission, the dream's just all over it
It begins in a vacuum and ends in a vacuum, break your head, your mind is not all there, you see?
Utter devastation comin' here my friends, ready and get set, you're gonna lose your touch of chit!

Now and then, the trip stops for a moment in Time, peruse it in slow motion's cool, freeze frame
Some of the business is good and some is bad but the bottom line is it's either profit or lost Fame
Remembered after you die, your body gets nothing and your mind is all gone, leftover rockin' Roll
Rockin' the whole shebang with our 208 bones, head to tip toe, ready, get set & go, want a blow?

It's said, it's thought, it's done & that's all there is to it, looking further's wasted time & idolatry
Passed down from the brothers and fathers who are all dead now, they thought they'd live again
Reincarnated legends and spontaneous combustion formulations of vibration, fake solar imagery
Compared to me, you're the giants left in dust itself, believe in our ancestors left over suggestion.

That you are here and now, you believe is important because you, as a life form of a happy hole
Continuing the life that appears to have slowed down eternity and immortal play of God's blind
Minerals and atomic waste combined and here we are, close encounters of infinite, kinder soul
Here to be a ghost in golden bones, terrified & horrified of One sin, being nothing, Eureka's Find!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, March XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Felt around for my shoes & jammed this piece out listenin' @EricClapton @BBKIng & blue monsters  link @ https://youtu.be/G6Cv6DyB6lA }
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#DontBeADontBee #DoobieDoobieDoo #YouCantHoldMyH2O

I DON'T GIVE ANY WATER TO THE BRIDGE TROLLS
Things have changed since yesterday and I'm certain they'll also be a lot different tomorrow too
40 miles to hike with a 80 pound backpack and sandals without socks, limpin' to freedom's blue
I used to care a minute ago but things changed and now I'm back to the innocence of a girl scout
Knowing no good from evil, I just did what the son of a son would do, burned a candle flame out.

Monkeys, men & everything else that moves, crawls, walks, runs, jumps, hops, flies or like a rock
Just sits still because you start to lose your touch right in the middle of the end game, take stock
You may or may not need it but I'm puttin' this out there for you just in case you feel like a moron
Even an idiot knows when the time's up for your lucky ride upon the planetary accident, godson!

Freeze or melt, you will do both at last, recollection of one moment will smoke into absolute zero
Right in your face, marked on your mind in infrared & ultraviolet because, that's just the way it is
That's all there is to it, you can remember all of this right?  Not a problem after living in paradise
With or without Adam or Eve, the pope gets along, bishops, cardinals, beggars and saints, I'm Ice.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Kicked this out listenin' to some @BozScaggs & @DuaneAllman on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Kw2iZ5QOuk0 }
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<3 <3 <3

#OldieGoldieFrom3WeeksAgoKeyLago #SensationalInvitational #ComeOnMan ! #BackInBandstandAmerica #BingeOnMyWordUppinisms

WHAT'S UP DADDIO #GG, @Batman, ALL TOO HUMANELY EXTINCT #POW
Nobody I've ever known needed a superhero to help them fix a drink, you know HOT Margarita
One or the whole shebang, everything is subject to objectification & personification of high Indica
It ain't my fault that the landlubbers are all snowblind and I don't care either, hell no, I gotta go
So if I can understand logic & reason, a rattlesnake guards nothing but the Ends to die for, slow.

Inside the crack of the world you heard about the charismatic blatherings of insane clowns glee
Unity of the sacred and sacrilegious all in your mind, one way in without any one edged swords
Just a short knife with a sharper edge than a razorback at a crossroads to Emerald city of Ruby
Savior or not, it may or may not be true, that the creator of the stars feels bad about my baby.

My thing, my baby is becoming totally aware while alive that my soul's blue & cold as ice pop, flu
Business of pleasure mutated the phenomena of this parade, an infinite chess move, queen's rook
Anywhere but home is where the heart is, home wants to absorb everything you've got inside you
Eat it when you can, drink it when you will, it's all gonna be that way, always been, man to spook.

A tautological argument for the proof that Life on Earth is a special creation, not an accident joke
Not a punishment for past transgressions or a dump heap for fallen angels who want immortality
For reality is a function of the mind, as it's recording and analyzing the stimulating metadata yoke
DNA coded theorems to display the sevens in broad daylight, seems like I'm flying in the blue sea.

Pinched and slapped to stay wide-eyed and bushy tailed, atop of my game, I suggest you resign
No sense in allowing a slaughter of your men and women on the board, 32 square sights to see
Mobile or stationary souls are the forces of the gods, to summon the power is to have blind faith
Alternative to the being being blind is a 20/20 cosmic vision's high wavelength & low frequency.

I'm just a tiny man, in flight like a bat, blinded by light without you, I knew horns would air blow
Everything alive is gonna be dead sooner or later, some food and some of it just fragmented pooh
Lord almighty there is no lord of anything, body or soul, the bacteria and virus break it down low
Simplex complex, conception & demise of bags of bone, come on baby, come with me, get it on!

In a word or two, I got mine & I hope you get yours...what 'It' is will awaken your woke mortality
Heartbeating double time and getting you older than dirt, twice as fast as if you were e'er to see
Meaning of your life and the rest of the things in existence is a mystery rockin' this Supernova X
Where, when, who, what & most importantly, how and WHY?  I'm #WastedTime of Man, FedEx.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, March 6th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{  Stoked up this crispy morsel to the beats of @EdgarWinter #WhiteTrash #SaveThePlanet & #HITS on link @ https://youtu.be/zC6w0mOE2Mg }
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"Reality makes Dreams come True; Hard To Tell The Living From The Dead" -  me
#RIP to one of my brothers from another mother, they'll laugh at me when I'm dead.

#PapaWasARollingStone #TrustMe #WouldILieToMyFavoriteRug ? #WheresTheChief @EricChurch @Skynyrd

 

NOTHING BUT GRIM, GREEN RIVERS & JACK'S POT O' GOLD
Destiny to rock and roll from pole to pole all around the equator and then back to the MEM#HUB
Split into regions of frequencies and wavelengths committed to People, a Service for a Profit tub
One in a million investment caused the effect you see in the trillions of tons of gold & silver, man
In piles of electronic 1's & 0's reinvested into the genome's DNA, replicating FDX, a goddess' fan.

Overnight or ASAP, dependent on nobody and nothing but the excellence of perfection, #Deliver
It's all that's necessary, sugar, to compliment the human condition, innocence in ma & pa's Void
Face it man!  You get down or stay straight, upright, stand up guy & gal, you & yours only perish
In the end, sooner or later, you'll get caught with your britches down, on or off of the can, go fish!

Inside of the rocks, nothing left over from the Big Bang or the Red Giant's excess radioactive flow
Homeopathic & telepathic intersecting at the threshold of a twilight zone lit Void, ready to blow
Riding the wind of starlight and nuclear fusion's incomprehensible glow in the darkness, I am One
Not two or the Many, just One but not lonely since I am all that there is left of me, I'm a 7th son.

Mother dropped 6 of the ones before me into a Roman Catholic joint, Limbo, out of Time's zone
They're still there in between heaven, hehl & planet Blue, bones burned, turned to dusted stone
Underground down to the core of rolling thunder, where Earth is exposed to be the dead hotrod
Leftover afterbirth of the mother of the life form invention, containerized, mortal, acid of God!

In the holy name society of secret words and mantras to pretend this Life on Earth isn't all of It
Word unwritten that is the sound of music to the deaf ears of One who hears Nothing, take a hit
Yet, there's this evolution of theoretical conjecture, mama was a monkey, pops King Kong norms
Need Godzilla to help me out, smiling amoeba & paramecium, bullfrogs, spun yarn of silk worms.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March XXVIIIth, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Drafted while listenin' to @AmericanBandstand 1969 @Youngbloods @Archies @CreedenceClearwater #TheTemptations link @ https://youtu.be/BE-K3QqtBX4 }
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