STROKE BACK FREE STYLE BUTTERFLY
Freedom tomorrow in the End Times, you’re gonna freeze or burn up in cadaver ash
Pertinent to your perfection, seams in your trousers have disappeared into thin air
Nothing to see here, look over there, that’s where it’s all happening, sleight of hands
Causing something to appear as nothing can, hyper-sonic logic of fools in the stands.
Music or playing games are things to watch, like a circus or a screenplay of activity
Movement of causes and effects switching their orientation from hard to soft pity
For the poor and suffering, I am them, pity I can get, God’s cash money nonsense
Traded for the food and supplies to keep the life alive within me & the innocents.
Invoke hot communion with sacred gods who remain invisible, deceased, departed
Alive for a while, dead forever after life, how mean to be the master of the undead
I know, you know, everybody else can’t fathom the nature of the beast’s purpose
Keep nutrition to avoid becoming decrepit, natural as conception’s open, I’ll close.
Into or out of the plethora of ultraviolet and infrared radiation, all from the sunup
Sun down and the fun begins where the place in Space feels like spurs in a stirrup
Dizzy down here in the Hades below the Space between the moon, me & you man
Kidding you not, as my friend used to say when he was actually kidding, I, human.
Singing about the life on Earth, moving about from dawn ‘til dusk, we’ll like it or not
Sometimes with nowhere to go you go anywhere anyway and find trouble in a spot
It’s not anything you want to hear on any day of any week in any year, the bad news
Shocked back to reality when holy dead come to visit in, your kin’s closets of bruise.
Natural forces from gravity to the momentum of the rhythm and rhyme in the Word
Take it or leave it whether you can see the Truth & follow the philosophy of the herd
Monkeys following one another in single file line, waiting on their turn, front & center
Crossed our hearts and rubber coated our souls so we’d last forever but do not enter.
No escape once you’ve committed the jump to fall for eternity without a ‘chute or wing
We’re gone as gone can be on that leap out into infinity, seeing it coming or not, I’ll sing
Feelings caused by emotions or just the pleasure & pain of the nervous systemic crack
On the form and shape of eternal things that populate the Void of a dirty, spinning rock.
Hope you get the holy hell out of the way when it’s goin’ bang-bang or slice, swish-swish
Weapon tools of the trade-off from contract to contract, nobody gets out with a co-pay kiss
Tracks laid, I used ‘em and I own the lines from Chattanooga to Albuquerque via Memphis
Straight up, no business like show business like no business we know, my third & last wish.
Freedom tomorrow in the End Times, you’re gonna freeze or burn up in cadaver ash
Pertinent to your perfection, seams in your trousers have disappeared into thin air
Nothing to see here, look over there, that’s where it’s all happening, sleight of hands
Causing something to appear as nothing can, hyper-sonic logic of fools in the stands.
Music or playing games are things to watch, like a circus or a screenplay of activity
Movement of causes and effects switching their orientation from hard to soft pity
For the poor and suffering, I am them, pity I can get, God’s cash money nonsense
Traded for the food and supplies to keep the life alive within me & the innocents.
Invoke hot communion with sacred gods who remain invisible, deceased, departed
Alive for a while, dead forever after life, how mean to be the master of the undead
I know, you know, everybody else can’t fathom the nature of the beast’s purpose
Keep nutrition to avoid becoming decrepit, natural as conception’s open, I’ll close.
Into or out of the plethora of ultraviolet and infrared radiation, all from the sunup
Sun down and the fun begins where the place in Space feels like spurs in a stirrup
Dizzy down here in the Hades below the Space between the moon, me & you man
Kidding you not, as my friend used to say when he was actually kidding, I, human.
Singing about the life on Earth, moving about from dawn ‘til dusk, we’ll like it or not
Sometimes with nowhere to go you go anywhere anyway and find trouble in a spot
It’s not anything you want to hear on any day of any week in any year, the bad news
Shocked back to reality when holy dead come to visit in, your kin’s closets of bruise.
Natural forces from gravity to the momentum of the rhythm and rhyme in the Word
Take it or leave it whether you can see the Truth & follow the philosophy of the herd
Monkeys following one another in single file line, waiting on their turn, front & center
Crossed our hearts and rubber coated our souls so we’d last forever but do not enter.
No escape once you’ve committed the jump to fall for eternity without a ‘chute or wing
We’re gone as gone can be on that leap out into infinity, seeing it coming or not, I’ll sing
Feelings caused by emotions or just the pleasure & pain of the nervous systemic crack
On the form and shape of eternal things that populate the Void of a dirty, spinning rock.
Hope you get the holy hell out of the way when it’s goin’ bang-bang or slice, swish-swish
Weapon tools of the trade-off from contract to contract, nobody gets out with a co-pay kiss
Tracks laid, I used ‘em and I own the lines from Chattanooga to Albuquerque via Memphis
Straight up, no business like show business like no business we know, my third & last wish.
Fumble the balls and you’ll never win any game, winning means scoring, loved the balls
Scorching or freezing outside or inside, it simply means nothing to the Montezuma halls
Onto Tripoli’s shores where battles were fought & dead heroes are buried on colors of blue
On a safari to surf the high waves down in Malibu & Rincon, come on baby, I’m takin’ you.
Thinking about the inside of the cranium and the outside of the stratosphere, words sing
Creation means nothing to the creator, it’s what appears to be solid, liquid or gas, I ching
All fools believe that they’ll survive their body’s death, wise men drink the spirits on a ball
Now it’s done, you have Ends of the story, track it on-line in a dreamer’s doom, God bawl.
Irritating agitation with the loving spirits, beef eaters, pork & chicken BBQs every hot night
Monday through Sunday the things themselves unwind the tight ship they’ve kept to fight
The Good Fight that some don’t even know as they’re in the middle of, every breath taken
I got the whole treasure underneath me, I’m not as tough as my muscle car, the road’s a sin.
But I’m on it, I like runnin’ to someplace I can’t recall being before, I lose recognition of it all
Drank too much Jack Daniels and Two Fingers Tequilla for the neighborhood, before my fall
From grace and wealth which I had no right to keep for my own, I let it go back to the origin
Nothing you can do, nobody’s problem but my own, I know I’m naked as an original cosign.
Bare knuckles are fine but my dogs, my tarsals need coverage in my town & every old county
Ala Maine to California, Florida to Washington, Hawaii to Alaska, all my all American U.S.A.
Contemplation of the contemporary, the present of the beautiful & the hideous, life tethered
Brothers and sisters of the mothers and fathers, responsible or deadbeat, deeply respected.
Shedded the watered down crocodile tears so fast that the river of cold-blood god dammed
Beavers busy with silt debris to keep the fish from goin’ too far downstream, dead slammed
Height of your skull above the ground when you’re a snake is maybe an inch or two or tree
Solved the equation without the formula, logic and reason freaks me out to the core of me.
At your own risk to your own life and what’s left of it after you’ve succeeded at survivability
Hitting the target’s bull’s eye is as easy as pie when you identify with the center of Reality
Without your identity nothing matters at all, it’s only a matter of Time in Space’s interface
Online or off the cuff of your sleeve, reason and logic to guide your lookout for a fast Race.
Trophy wives and cash-cow husbands to increase the population of idiots and morons at sea
Creeps also slither around in the darkness like snakes, under rocks and in holy burning bush
Mindless a moment after loss of consciousness, drowned underwater, choked in outer space
Atoms disintegrating back into the Void of loose lips that sunk all the battle ships’ ordinance.
Stay sharp minded, don’t forget to never forget about the end of the month’s last food stamps
Feed the children, hunt and fish to kill the living things and burn them hot to eat the stumps
Pots of porridge gone to waste, Jesus and Buddha died and made no bones about it, it’s caput
Playin’ the hits on the American’s bandstand just to meet the Duke, Big John of the block hut.
Mink stoles jacked up and wound tight around the bare neck, jaw breaker broke it in two
Two made four then eight ad infinitum from the original sin to the mortals who sing blue
Babies left out in the storm to survive or die trying to gain the upper hand on good & evil
Orphans, only children, siblings, cousins and distant kin, all related to the nasty old devil.
Some weird dynamic between the creator and the failed split-Adam atom, stone junky
Addicted to the air, land & sea, sailor on the bum’s rush sea of destiny, viva ape monkey
Trippin’ in gangs, only solo to go after the last heartbeat & roll of the golden soul at most
Driven to the nines since I was dressed to them anyway, ‘cause potluck’s my holy ghost.
Now then, be that as it may, for land’s sake, there’s a better way to survive the last breath
You’ve got to learn the sacred words that hide the reason for being alive on Earth ‘til death
Human being the operating word before Being, it’s the Way that’s narrow and hidden arses
Bows & arrows, bullets fired from dukes of New York & City of The Angels, beer for horses.
Ad hominem arguments aside, everything that lives is alive for the sake of mankind, God Am
That is all there is, you can’t deny the facts of life, if you only knew what they were, flim flam
Probably the possible but not the impossible, obviously you’re a genius, you gotta know it all
Hot take on frozen tundra, Earth wobbles, spins & revolves around suspicion & we get a pall.
At the mall or just online shopping, either way the trade for labor is necessary to be so happy
It’s the only way to cope with survival when unhappiness is the way for the ones who’ll died
Of boredom or sadness, the only way to weed out the destroyers of walking dead, the flabby
Pumped the refined oil into my engine, my motor’s runnin’ & I’m waitin’ for holiday you lied.
Lost nothing today and I found the small place deep down in your heart where you keep me
Alive nowhere else but right there in the sweet spot of the pocket, nice to hit a home run, me
Found what I never really lost, always with me & with you, nowhere else it could ever, ever be
Years ago and years from now, this will always be right now, today, here I am, You are all I see.
Lovers ain’t goin’ down for the count, it remains under the sea or in the outer spaces by stars
Nothing is everything to everybody but me, for me absolute void is just that, get drunk in bars
Pretend light’s gonna fade away to black, it will, you’ll see, she got hot legs & high-heel boots
Brought a knife to the gunfight & I won the battle, my enemy was me, I’m Force’s deep roots.
Branded with the sign to see who protects the thing you see as skin & chicken bone, daughter
You’re the key to hippity, mother, sister, aunt & descendants of Cain, Abel, Adam in a bar fight
You really understand it all, through all of your gum chewing, jaws won’t ever lock up so tight
Word up between the hiatus of the divine sons and daughters who escaped the fear & horror.
Lies told and believed to be the words of the gods who died before they lived forever, no logic
To be or not to be, tweak the psychological romance when you got to go deep divin’ for a lick
Pinch of salt & a dash of lemon ought to do the trick since it’s just the sleight of hand, that’s it
Just 'fore you know you’re dead, you die, last laugh for a joker, went as wild as Bill’s dick.
In the middle of the dream you wake up, wipe your eyes & watch hotty girls in miniskirts
Dancin’ the frug and mash potato, the jerk and the boogaloo too, you recall all the shorts
Hot pants and the wife-beater sleeveless T’s made the world go around, need a drink six
Beer for my horses please, I’ll take two shots of Jack & a sarsaparilla chaser just for kicks.
By the time you get to recollect the memories you can’t remember, you’ll be damn decrepit
It ain’t your fault, it’s just the way it has to be, know the Truth way too soon & kill your chit
Yet, you big galoot, just have fun & don’t think about the facts as stipulated, that’s all folks
Best man I am when you didn’t know I’d be, who GAF about what’s all over, we egg yolks!
Came out of Memphis or Nashville, don’t matter if you’re Yankees from Chicago's NYC souls
Taking my belongings I’ve gleaned from coast to coast, workin’ for MCA-RCA, A in the holes
Part or full time just one-third of every day of your life to push a pencil or punch a time clock
Fools & foo fighters know when it’s over, it comes without warning, paid dues, son of a flock!
Be as silent as a simple man who just sets and listens to the back and forth, acting in stealth
I advise you to look in your secret, safe place and discover what’s missing from your health
This here and that there’s just the days going by & forcing doom on your bones & blood flow
Just laugh it off, shrug it off like it’s a portion of a secret love twist from old Mme. Le Beau.
Freaks are developing the knack for collecting cash for pretending to be enlightened above
Below your station in life, that’s all there is above you, idling in neutral you’d get one love
Hurt because the pain registered the location of the injury, disguised stasis as a shock wave
Pens out of ink, pencils’ soft lead broke & paper is water-logged on both sides, see me rave.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, April 2nd, 2024, Anno Domini @ 911 AMPSTr j j stephan, i
{ Concocted while jammin’ to #GoodGirlsDont by @TheKnack on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sc4l5EpCMEc?si=QvqdVgD3rtj5lbXC }
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