#AmourCarolita X's & O's #KilledLife #LivedDeath #PainInBonesDreamLife #MyEyesLoveYourFace

BEING THERE, BEING A MILLIONAIRE, BEING A LOVE SUPREME

It sounds like there's a problem in paradise, stay with me now

If you can recall or recollect the dream you had with me before

Way after the first glance we had across the ether of Space's kid

This Earth brought your mother & father together to squeeze It.

That was you before your cells divided into two, then four more

Ad infinitum from the origin to the final deposit of dark matter

Don't worry though, if there's a hell below, we're all gonna go

All of the Mayfields of Curtis know this, that said so down low.

Adam and Eve was not Adam and Adonis, come on man, woman

Love was there to procreate a species, not kiss & kill time boys!

Baby, baby don't cry, dry your eyes, love is standin' by in the air

It's everywhere if you close your eyes, you'll feel it everywhere.

Stranger than the odd man out and the gypsy woman grindin' It

Just because you thought an image in the reflection was da chit

You moved, it moved so it must be what you looked like, a baby

Girls foolin' boys makin' the Truth blur the line to the Great Lie.

Simple fools and complex puzzle of a gambling game of chances

Luck will keep you alive & minds will keep body above dirt dust

Love seals the deal when it flows from the gods to rubber souls

Bouncing in and out of the spirit's dream, night & day of fools.

Thinkin' that life is forever is the illusion of babies of mankind

It's a sorry game to watch the beginning before the ending sign

Cathy's or Carol's clown moved up and down the glen, searchin'

For California Gods or Gold, illusions feel real, my birth felt Sin.

Claiming I'm responsible for the mortality of the ancestral dust

No living proof, just a mirage, a tall tale to be told to the blast

Explosion of the terrifying vibes of the beach & green hills' dew

I dig it, I dug it, always I'll dig it, not my grave, THIS is my gravy.

The way it is so easy for one heart to beat alone or in boy slaves

With another or all by myself, it's still beatin' the rhythm blues

Made love to get here, made love while I remained, I dug graves

Work for yourself or yo' mama, either way the tribe gets braves.

Breeze passin' through my spirit's soul, cool or warm, s'all good

Never any air that's visible with my eyes but I need it like a love

For my being alive, I made it through Space to be here and now

It's a mystery why it is so, been before and will be an afterglow.

Skipping the fact that my mother turned my father on, came out

Of the darkness' holy hole, deep down in the womb of a woman

Looked around, felt my way around in the dark, flipped a switch

Over here & now we all are, thank gods' grace I've got this itch.

Nut came before the tree grew, loved & died to be my stardust

Cosmic flirting with the four-legged, two-legged Knight-crawlers

What's free, nothing.  Who's free. nobody, what's the problem?

Y'all be pushin' Mickey's monkey shines to lum de lum de lum, I.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 0500 hours PST

{ Take a number, smoke One, drafted to @SmokeyRobinson #TimeFlies @https://youtu.be/wLZH73GSm10 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CrumbsForTheParty #EyesShutTightAsDrums @DeaconFrye with the @EaglesBand2021

SHOULD HAVE KEPT MY CLAPTRAP SHUT, GOOD TO BE TRUE

Blackboards in an urban jungle continues revolution

But of Earth's suffragettes who hunger for freedom

Of Death & Life in the mud, blood & beer above talk

And the fortune you've gleaned from the beanstalk.

Young Jack and old Jack both were the wizard of Do

Where it makes no groove in the smooth steel flow

Leftover from iced ages, prior to a biblical obsession

With anything that astronauts have seen in the void.

Thinking therefore you're a spot on the blank screen

Your part is to itch a scratch, you can stop it's ringin'

But any other animation of the thing itself is a funk

As monkeys in trees & caves all know, God is bunk.

I thought this out, follow my logic down to the river

It's where that one kiss under a moonlit happening

Should've trained my daughter to see my gold tooth

She left the house before I could cover up the Truth.

Everything that happens when I'm around's my fault

I'm the First Cause of all of the effects in a gold vault

How can anyone see anything when they're blinded

It's a rhetorical question which has no life, it's dead.

I inherited champagne taste & worked dirty laundry

I can eliminate the high probability that I'm so free

Locked into the survival of being the fittest ol' bloke

Dreamers dream & all characters are awake, woke.

Friends die before you & you leave some behind It

Meaining the outerspace is really the inner life pace

Without reason left in the tank, irrational to be split

The brain of the mind you regard as yourself, one It.

My oh my, it's been nice to have my big mouth, son

Open as the gap between sides of the Grand Canyon

My keys on a board all lit up in living color, tap-tap

Terminal segment of the broadcast in a smear pap.

Immigration gap cuts the Sierras, my covered wagon

It was God's Auburn Dam that made me stay, in case

One has to jump into Space to fix Time's axe of will

Be it free or unliberated, an uno dos eating of a kill.

Function of the calculus depends on bygones unseen

Abstraction of a fraction of One, all being it's broken

One side of the border or other, you'll get the dues

Whether you know it or not, my mortality is as it is.

You think you have a spirit of immortality within, eh

Proof at the moment of our final gasp of O2, said so

Comedy or tragedy in the mind's twilight dead zone

Get inside of the Trojan Horse, 'merica welcome kin.

Six other continents moving the hordes into 1's ones

'Merica, land of the free and home of a brave bones

Joy in your hands and the memory of it's happy time

One day at a Time's brief moment, scene of a crime.

Busted in Baton Rouge with Bob & Janis, case closed

Wandered aimlessly for 41 years in black hole flows

Apparently you'll die 'cause you're alive, no way out

Awaken your Woke 208 bones, look at God's doubt!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 15, 2021 A.D. Vendredi @1:01 PM

{ Drafted while jammin' to @SmokeyRobinson #Cruisin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gx77P0VH6FA }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CatchAndRelease2021

#KneeJerkReaction

#LTDresources #ComeOnman #BackOffBrokenPrince #Eagles #DesperadoLIVE #SoylentGreenIsPeepo #ChuckieHeston #LucilleBall

ADAM'S TASK IS TO BE LUCY'S BALLS, SHOULDN'T IT BE SEWER-FACED?

As pretty as the morons and idiots who were born on Earth to our mothers & fathers, we're a FAX

Umpires will call you out on a checked swing, you're OUT and you've got nothing but an anti-climax

In the space of four bases, first to home is a long way but it's right there in front of your hot blood

You can't always get what you want even if you try to go up to bat and feel the ball crash the wood.

Kigns and queens are as special as they've always been, who fights for the peace and war to kill a son

You do, they do but I do not, War is only the disagreement between the weak and the strong, all pain

Nothing is going to last forever even if it's lasting after you personally exit the fromage of the climax

Just an ejaculation and a conception of what has been since the creatiion of spontaneous combustion.

Being the first or the last is not important in the extinction of the species, it's all the way it's gonna be

Sitting on your nuts like a squirrel on the top of your fence, lookin' in while you're lookin' out for them

Keeping a corraled tree in a garden of Eden is the paradise of varmints & pretty whims of high women

You gotta go back to Eden, fly like a loose eagle who never got lost but flew the coup to live in the sky.

Idiots  & infidels born  like the genii who make your three wishes come true, illusion of kicked sueprs

Keep it all queer like your brothers and sisters born from other mothers and fathers, cosmic blackness

It's death to you, the end of your life and you're not goin' to Valhalla, all cows and bulls will be burgers

Or just dust and bones in a box of wood or satin sheets, full of hot formaldyhyde & apriocot preserves.

Dead and alive we cry to the empty skies that we've been cheated on, you wife, your husband, all gone

Moving on to the rest of the story, the rest of the living dead on a rock in the middle of nowhere, Bill?

William the Shat, fired it up, pulled the trigger & now the vision of nothing at all resumes a life of Me

Reason & purpose can take a hike, you're lucky you've been born & get the chance, to be or not to be!

Underground is below the dirt but not the full six feet, just under the topsoil, black or red dirty laundry

All left turns even if it's just One Way, the only way is the way you wil lenver go, it's a matter of Time

In the empty space both above and below this vast planet of the ape & worm, the warantee is expired

Something is wrong becuase it's apparent that Nothing is right, matter, energy, time, Space, God dead.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 15th, 2021 Anno Domini

{ Jammed while listenin' to the mighty two whiteys, @Armstrong_Getty sharin' profits on the SWAG & listenin' to the dialogue & monologue as presented @kste650AM & often listenin' to #Desperado by the @Eagles on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/Z_s1KIJA5cw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KickTheSheetOutOfYourBed #TimeToDrinkTheEndingForever @CaptKirk #WilliamShatnerPunkinSpace #TheEagles #BillyShatner @EddieMoney

  

THE HOLIEST SCAT EVER DEFACATED, GENDERED A-BELL LINGO OF A BLACK DOG

This isn't as ironic as it appears to be if you don't wonder why you're here & now in this waking dream funk

High enough to kick Despair's phuqing popular pasttime, this is my rodeo & I'm ridin' the Brahma bull's scat

From one's pile of manure you've hidden from the social crowd who get offended by your reminder of stink

Stench is an olfactory quality of wasted time in a wasted place, it appears that the whole shebang has stunk.

Wasted Time in this Space is what you want to do if you do it but you can spend your sparky verve on Scat

It's bigger than it appears at first glance, no thanks to you or I, we're just lucky to be here for a NY minute

A momentary lapse of irrational reason comes when you least expect the moment of AHA, it's all what for

For all of us, the dead, the living and the not even conceived yet, Humanity is the common denominator.

Mercury to Pluto we've analyzed the dot matrix to remain on the circumference of insanity & the G-power

Gangsters who are alive on Earth, thanks to the mating ritual of the savages, high priests & vestile virgins

Evening it all up because it's out of whack and the fodder for the herd's empty bellies, God won't blow her

It's the law of conservation, Nothing more nor less than too much or not enough salted sea of ghosts' fur.

Extraterrestrial or Earth's #WokeTheory of being reeducated in Good & Evil of the ancestors' survivability

In the matrix, in the petri dish of the cosmic porridge, you are in the middle of it until your last gasp of air

Critical Race Theory is but a theory and NOT the Truth about the reason that the species survived hunger

Not a joke or a game, everybody alive needs to eat and drink to keep the consciousness viable, eh buster?

Sodium chloride for everyone, hydrogen and oxygen goes around and comes around, refiltered, infinite red dirt

Of the star that shines the hot effulgence into our DNA zone, all the way down to the heart & soul, suck it up flirt

With the opposite gender you find under your head's impression, if all homo sapiens were asexual, it'd be done

All over in a New York minute, a Chicago flash in the pan or living in hell in the city of the lost, dark wing angels.

Beyond the twilight zone both above and below this terrestrial blue marbel, as Billy Shatner saw One holy Hole

Wants to never return until there's no choice, there's a love now for one Life on Earth, search for the miraculous

Things to be & to do, that were invented by a Will to Survive at all costs, be safe & sound from bad guys' livers

Punks, hoodlums, junk lovin' candy shooters who become the wasted bones & blood, extinct in honeybee hives.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 08:16 AMPST  { Jeudi AM }

{ Crafted from the edge of empty sets' parentheses & listenin' to the mighty @Keb'Mo' #GoodStrongWoman on youtube link @ https://t.co/ZuwY2ejPxs?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RottenRipeRipped #ACircleJerkOutOfNowhere @JohnColtrane & @MilesDavis #InSeparateWays

 

MISINTERPRETATION OF REALITY'S SOLO PERCEPTION

You are in this to win it or you're a loser on the verge of extinction, your fix is bunk in the dells

This thing you are, the thing itself before your name of your parental lineage in the sky's T-cells

Function of the calculus is the meaning of Good and Evil, the good and bad of Saturn's o-rings

They do to each other both what they'd want to be done to themselves and vice versa pings.

No confusion there, it's just the nature of the beast DNA that is a random sample of a dust

What I mean is nothing is more important than knowing that you're going to die above us

Not down below the dirty surface down to the core when the ashes & bones go havin' fun

In the smell of the smoke that's left over from the Big Bang, there you are, we are the One.

So you know the dream is the one you're dreaming & never the sureality of your awake chit

To know the difference is to pick up the suble references to the nonsense going on about It

Punks, junkies, know-it-all professors of doom and gloom, all of them monkey around blocks

Ego's all it is, will to survive at the middle of chaos, a supreme being cryin' yo' mama's hocks.

What's that mean?  It means what I said, you interpret the words and the thought the holy way

Walking or running, paying attention to avoid the Love supreme, deeper than holy desire need 

A thing itself that must be in order for everything else to have become what it has always been

A Love supreme that means you're lucky you got a sweet lick of life, aborted and dead're slain.

Taught to think as above and so it is below, I control the various ways to fulfill desire of reason

To be right & not misinterpreted is only for the children who inhabit the burroughs & counties

Meaning that communication of what needs to be known by players and the losers of treason

Camp fire in the middle of pimp & junkie woods, reminds Spirits' hollow night's freeway freezin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIIITH, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Cashed in on this jam from my lips to God's ears while jammin' to @JohnColtrane's #ALoveSupreme on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ll3CMgiUPuU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NorthernComfort #CopyKatRaBoomba #ForgetAboutitAllNow1 #FromHeroestoZeroes #IchycooParkIsWhereIllBe #VeryRareEarth #MA

COME SEE THEN YOU'LL COME, OR MAYBE NOT

*******************

GOD has damned the comediens for making fun of creation's freedom to be good & evil

It's the way it turns out when you ain't payin' attention to the cream of the jelly & a pill

Conception of the species is politcally correct by whims of the species' genders, x's & o's

Punks laughing & crying about their mommy & daddy not payin' them enough apropos.

Guns' triggers are cocked but the bullet chamber's empty, not even a blank shell to squirt

See through the holy bluster of the kin who raised you, their philosophy is not your T-bone

Dead & gone they are as some day sooner or later, you too will be, as 1, 2, 3 on a cell phone

Pick up games on the field, the court or the rink make humanity the gods of the dirty dirt.

Junk in a trunk for the addictive, junky crew that sling the consciousness of goddess' stars

To the apex of cloudy cielo and the utter eschelon of the pit of Hades, between them we are

Picnic in the Itchygoo Park where the monkeys cut down trees to build private wood caves

With a fenced-in yard, like a mini-ranch for wanna be #Cowboys, I'm happy it's our casas.

Being inside a bun to be eaten with gusto, that's a hot dog and a ham burger, Americanas

Burned in the cold frost & frozen stiff & without any capacity for rational thought posers

Monkeys in a barrel full of liquid, rolling rock leftovers from the supernova blast, oh God

Do you believe in magic? Can you contemplate the nature of metaphysics cringing hotrod.

Now it's time to perceive your ending before it's all over, you need not know why I'm high

Not the government of continental distress whose job it is to thin out an Earthly herd, kiss

Either it's mitotic division or the sexual healing of being born alive, ready to die for the lie

Immortality promises to the herd of champions for the ethics & morality of savage trysts.

Shadowy things themselves, brigades of knights at night on Earthly revolving, dirty balls

Dramatic dreams of goofy games people played, day and night, night and day for The Fall

Bums & junkies who devolve as lives unfold, trained to be stupid, we're ignorant morons?

Games end certainly, all play games begin & must finally end, extinction of one god's sun.

Sun, moon, stars' dirt I stand upon & I'm all there is, & can't take you or it, got the bends

That's why there's no room for daddy and mommy, they are not part of the eccentric scree

What it is can be nothing but the Truth, so help me Cosmic Debris of gratefully dead ends

Adding and subtracting the multiplying division of egotistical sperm repositories, dead sea.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER XIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the ether whilst jammin' to some @Armstrong_GettyRadio & a byte of @RedHotChiliPeppers #Californication link @ https://youtu.be/YlUKcNNmywk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheEaglesConcertSacramento #SeemsToMeYouWannaWalkAway #WorstMessIveEverBeenIn #ComeWhatMay

GOT THIS RIGHT?  IT WASN'T REALLY WASTED TIME?  UH OH.

Think about this on the third of October or was it the thirtieth?  Tell me the truth mama

You know I rolled down here in the valley to be with you & let you tell me what gods sit

I mean what's goin' down in the here and now & why in the name of the gods did we be

Of the unknown and on the way back to it, supernova or black hole suckin' us into a pit.

Cities in the summertime, like where I'm from, Chicago BORN balding eagle, shot a birdy

It was a lucky shot of a broken neck goose, you could have eaten, instead you wasted It

Now you pay in the Karmic ways, do unto others as you'd want them all to do unto y'all

Gone the distance between Hades & Valhalla, we talked about it in every language's chit.

Angels as unreal as your unborn great grand children, just a virtual set of concepts to reheat

Raw or rotten really doesn't matter at all, as soon the sugar tree gets shook, it's a spooky ass

That's what moves all of the living things, spooky as Holoween at midnight, a trick or a treat

It's a matter of Time & Space, a conglomeration of the words expressing the hydrogen gas.

On or off of the streets of San Francisco or Elk Grove Village, home of OHare Chicago metro

Seein' outside of the place, there's something to look at but you're lookin' the other way, oh

Parental guidance is never required but suggested if you desire an easier life for your kiddies

We've got a set amount of days ahead, if you're alive tonight you may be all gone tomorrow.

Everybody and everything above and below the things themselves and their essence & form

Story is about the beginning and end of the story, yours, mine & everybody elses, fish a worm

What is happening in the middle of the oceans and lakes is not the same as the ponds & bogs

Daylight ahead of the ignorance & you see what everybody now dead saw, lilly leaves & frogs.

First and last time you're gonna try to get it right, instead of failing & making the good the bad

Leaving ugly for the beautiful may be true in a fairy tale but that's not reality on planetary flam

Earth is the dirt it's made of and that's some starstuff we can't recognize because we're so sad

Thinkin' we've been left behind in this wasted-ass time, decades, a century or a flash in the pan.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Lunki @ 3:33 PMPST

{ A Two-a-Day 35 footer, sometime in a scattered moment, need & want to form an opinion about the Eagle performers, the rockers with chips on their shoulders but they all got over it & my darlin' & I will be in two seats in Sacramento tomorrow evening, gonna hear this set & #HotelCalifornia set & more 'cause they LOVE Sac, Eagles (Melbourne #FarewellTour concert @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D

#TheMightyTemptations #Springsteen #Indeed #PapaWasARollingStone

FREEZE !  BLUES, BUMS, JUNKY CREEPS & GREEKS

Twelve apostles or chumless souls, hattricks & treats evermore, Holloween's so dumb

Jumped up out of the shell like any other nut in the bag, contents of RNA/DNA crimes

For you & your kin to be or not to be workin' it all out, nothing but The Ends of Times

Percussion at the tone an pitch to hear the backbeat of the animalistic fish in a drum.

I can't see the reason you & I fight for money since you have all of mine, go all in or be

So and so, in charge of the dream's content, a reflection of the past tense of a One din

May be a seventh son or an only daughter of only children, they are all of my children

Thinking that I am when I ain't all of that can of worms to lure the fish out of the sea.

There & then, here & now there's bits of evidence that you came & went in by & bye

Spun out of the revolutionary war of night and its darkness, without a ticket to ride

Nothing is important if you believe with no inherited rational thought of holy seers

But logic & reason hold up the banks for their golden screams of banshees & queers.

Played the horns and drums for the blows and beats just because I thought you knew

How to be alive and how to get over the facts of life without committing to the hoax

To be or not to be whomever in Hades or Heaven above and below this Earth's spots

Black holes or Singularities behold the quality & quantity of offsprung cosmic stew.

Out of focus due to being blinded by the black light, doin' the Rhumba, playin' a pawn

Chess' queens & kings who hoarded the silver & gold, it's all One bit of angel's spunk

Blown jobs and critical theories of the nature of things in Space with fine lines drawn

From senile elders & blinded faith of fog lights in tunnels & caves of God's junk trunk.

A faded siliqua of trouble and hard times in a software kill zone, a twilight of daylight

Becoming what will never be is the midle way, the narrow path between heart's fight

Sick & tired of repetition of identical reminisences of bizarre cultures' checkmate skills

To foster the species' historical relevence to the whole shebang, a little queen's might.

Poor man and rich man lookin' for any father's daughters who can germinate the crew

Common grounds of meatheads, potheads & intelligencia all to be or not to be bizarre

Of the all too human and the ilk of loathing fear, afraid of death's termination of slew

Seattle to Moscow, north to south pole between parallel lines & square's right angles.

You know you must serve somebody here or there, orphanages have the atomic blitz

To survive, the genome must reproduce regardless of the need or desire of a hostess

No cupcakes or twinkies with or without the hidden cream of the dream's transit verb

Gone into the purple haze and I'll see you in the dream, everlasts in ungrateful priests.

In the glow of blue moons with your mouth & eyes wide open, closing slow outta time

It is my fault there's paint on your face, your arms, chest, back & legs, a drop of dime

Plenty to be addicted to, a tequilla shot of being, life & fun, a desire for immortal sky

Monkey business, a barrel full of the apes' planet, grounded and checkmated, so I fly!

Ungrateful and unrelenting yet still a spark of divine turbulance from fat head bangers

Pretty yound and old, it's the Matter & Form of the horses in the race, unaborted eggs

We're all in for the party, blood and beer spilled & finally dried up drunk in a soliloquy

Nobody's listenin' to this here & that there whiskey on the rocks, kickin' it & fired up.

Will to power that moves unmoved souls, just being all you need, it is what we all will

For money or power of gold, all we know is whereever you go, shoot first kill buckshot

Mama & papa would have wanted it that way 'cause there ain't no other way, this is it

Slow down the blues to the key of A flat, it's not the melody alone, it's rhythm's beats.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Jammed with the best #Blues on #BoobTube link @ https://youtu.be/7ZiJxDolTbE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiJoe #SchmoOfBlowBack #NotAwkward @EricMcKnight & @JJCALE #CrAzYMama #HitIt

LOST & FOUND A FAKE ROSE,  DOG GONE, GOD GONE, HOT PINK TWO

You came along one day out of the emptiness, thank the skies and creator above

Because below down here, right where we al are, it can be the damned of gods

Where you came from and who you think you are isn't important to your dream

What is germaine to situational ethics is ME & that you can take down to a stream.

If she love you you will know and if she doesn't love you, well you'll know that too

I will always still be asleep & just a con of the cream, foaming or flat, it's all there is

Everyday this world spins and wobbles on it's invisible axis, a day spends its live death

Urban flavors come into living rooms and then you opine on the effective bad breath.

Useful to become the nature of the beast, to completely understand the meaning of God

It's nothing you'll ever see but always attempt to fix your blind faith in the mind and body

Communing with the dead and buried, some even sunk in Davy Jones' locker or lit on a pyre

Everybody isn't seeing eye to eye about the same thing, it's all about the Benjamins player.

You'll get what you deserve when the days and nights no longer appear to your sensation

You won't see or hear it coming, you might smell it and then if you're lucky, taste it all hot

From the fire that caught your dresses and apnts with their skirts and pants down a level

Points and bases foundations of the elements, Earth, Wind, Fire, left spirits to be a rebel.

From where it comes nobody knows and where it's all gonna go, same nobody knows it

Whether you see eye to eye with me or not, you will discover meaning in the meaningless

Nobody's fault but my own, there's nothing to blame on any other being, in or out of here

Stalkers and the prey they mount and eat, just hunters with a bone to pick, just drink beer.

Blink and wink with same four eyes that saw the beginning of my world, a womb conception

Left the Void behind me and jumped right into the quickest sand on planet Earth, mortal sin

It's OK to be me, don't you worry and you'll be happy with your ignorant bliss, step in hands

Out of the set-ups you believe in there are some that materialize the things themselves, and...

It's a great wave of tidal proportions accomodated from your pencil neck wisdom to the groom

Know it when you see it since it's where you came from in the beauty's beast of evolution doom

Reat in peace with your life and death as it was, it will always be that way, presence eagle flight

Left it ALL behind, moved away from a copied product of the fallen angels, One darkstar's light.

Beautiful that the beasts love me for who I was and will be but not for who I Am, the One's Id

Came before and after the climax that only the gods realize when they plow through my kids

It's what they always wanted & what they'll always get, one way or another, Timing's everything

Farther you recede from the starlight the closer you are to the happy ending, it'll make you sing.

It might be a love song or the blues of the love gone home fo the duration of the game, no joke

Funny or just a sheer bomb of cherries & peaches, from Washington or Georgia, I'd be so woke

If only the fruit of the womb would settle down in the pit where the pendulum swings to & fro

Imagine this, you're dead now and you've been dead forever, that's why you're here & now bro!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 10, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Got a draft of this humane scat and put in the form of real man's poem, no girl or woman here & probably won't be until I find her, #SomebodytoLove, @GlennFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bgkWFrczwYs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?