@TunnelsToTowers #TunnelRats @CreedenceClearwaterRevival @JimiMarshallHendrix @MarshallMathers #WishItWouldRain #TryALittleTenderness

YOU GOTTA BE #WOKE EARLY IN THE AM/PM

Silver bells and golden chains ringing and banging at the dawn of heaven and Earth, for me & for you
What I know is nothing more than I’m alive & I’m gonna die but I don’t know why, I rejected saviors too
Nobody dead is gonna save me from my death, I don’t know about you, maybe you’re specially created
By the power that is Oneness in the middle of multiplicity, dreaming that you’re awake in the shebang.

Height and weight matters to the skull and bones that carry your load from here to there, whatever it is
It can’t be something that will ever happen again in my lifetime, not for me to know or to see all of this
Hate and love are the result of this Big Bang, the original G wandering in the middle of the Void’s nucleus
Right there in the middle of the bullseye, it’s all happening for the good of being an all too human fuss.

My oh my, the black swans are flyin’ in for the mating season, there’s a conflict with the comprehension
On the one hand there’s absolutely Nothing at all in the universe other than human beings, sons of gods
We’re let off here for a timely stop that pretends eternity is temporary yet it’s the final mark of the beast
Beast being what I am, what you are, what we all are, beasts of burden, carrying the dancing dream fest.

Only you know & I know, everyone else is out of the loop, downtown to the westside, angels fear to go
On an ‘L’ train or a subway, the CTA, the taxicabs, the rentals & the POVs roll the people in a big show
All it is to be or not to be at One with the invisible, ignorant light burning ur sun-star’s atoms, I’m a fan
Up unto and including the Black Hole & Singularity which theoretically exist in the minds of the human.

Walk after you scoot & crawl, getting up on two feet for a stumble upon two, four, six or eight leg whacks
On the perfect cement sidewalks, asphalt streets, boulevards & avenues lining the brick houses of Wax
Here’s the trick, four eyes wide open, scan a wavelength’s spectrum for frequencies, aliens of tricky Dicks
Now, over there & then, past or future, time ain’t on my side, it’s got no side, Time is tight, all 24/7 ticks.

Finale just like the moody blues’ leftovers, I will to be & boom, I am, I will not to be, can’t be plural, uno
Where I’ll be is wherever I may have been during my mom’s labor conception, time for a wet coitus, son
Pedal to the metal & two balls to the wall, I’ll win the race I didn’t know I was in Hell, down with the fool
Finale begone, keep it up for infinity, you’ve got Nothing better to do, Nothing, you will know what to do.

Support the weak with strength, let the good times roll, all night long up & down the bowling strikes 12
Ending a malfunction, no blind faith to share with natives of islands, or stuck on shore for this Shelf
It is the spirit of spinning Earth’s sand shelf puts us in the third eye blind controversy below & above
Yet it’s not unusual to recollect the last time in olden dazed showers, heyday’s pseudo-science ala love.

Hot and cold flashes to fill your waking life with the focus on pain, suffering, the end of the nine lives
That is the craziest thing about it all, you don’t know what you think you know, I believe in bar dives
To be there in a hurry with a dollar in my wallet and pure gold in the kit-n-caboodle, then I die in sleep
Darkness in caves that ran out of star light from the day’s & night’s respective climax, pretty girls’ faces.

She’s got no money, but she is so cute, I think I got lucky with my early life’s sacrifice and holy scat
Down with the speech, the Georgia peaches are the only ones my buddy in Florida can be in that
Full fools, working out with the cheap wine and knock-off brews, highlights are in my deep sleep
On my pillow’s satin casing, moving when I’m at rest, you will get what you get if it’s in the sheep.

They won’t let you die but you will regardless of your wish for a long, healthy life without a tide
Of waves movin’ in for a surf of waves unseen in SoCal, off of Malibu way up to Big Sur’s slide
Of rocks and sand rollin’ off of the coast property, conquering the soil and innocent fauna to eat
Nimble and pivoting is easier than once thought, maybe twice or three times twelve, mega feat.

Terror & horror in a thimble, smoke screen out in front or in back, scream in a microphone’s fur
It’s hilarious and hella good, it’s hilafarious or something like that there, this here ain’t no disco
Time is moving second by second, minute by doobie brothers minute, super fine in spunk utero
Sixty times six equals the product, the force of one mind’s intent to materialize the will to power.

Military soldiers, marines, sailors & flyboyz will end the beginning of the inferior force rising up
Whipsaw the things in front of your eyes and drop in for a spell, sip the witch’s brew in a big cup
Deterrence works, you think you got magic but you don’t, yet you think you do, lies inside of chit
Your blind faith in leaders will get you killed; you know that right? Oh, you forget easily about it.

Here is the scourge, terror is a part of species extinction, scare the eggs out of being conceived
Then the panspermia doesn’t have an effect, scare the scat out of the young & continue the dead
Every byte of data within this Cosmos will be destroyed and deleted without retrieval possibility
In & out of the hamburger joint, animal style double-double & A.S. fries, chocolate shake for me.

Blown jobs between us all, there is a Will, then there’s a Way, Force of intent moves the male son
It builds DNA from within the invisible matrix, the exact code is not too human but a bit apelike too
To know you have to be first or last, but you must immerse your psychoanalysis notwithstanding It
Family is forever through this form of quality comm, understanding incomprehensible Revolution.

Civilian or military in a cultured society all put their shoes on the same way, every day one at a time
Weapon of choice is my Word, although you’re intelligent, won’t see it comin’ in stealth on a dime
Her needs are my desire, I have no other reason to be present here and now, it’s been fun, that’s all
Keepin’ it lit, blunts burn, the mind blows, you’re in and you’re out, Magic of Adam & Eve, Fall!

BY
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOWVEMBER Xth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Jack’d this up while listenin’ to some @VietNamWar Rock songs from 1969-1973 link @ https://youtu.be/sDcRCHXQ9gs?si=C2KAZIkYNiz_Omme & a #Frontline Viet Nam Special link @ https://t.co/7V1ww51sl7@Armstrong_GettyRadio on @650kste link @ https://kste.iheart.com/ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.? 

#EyesThinkItsASin #IThinkThereforeISin #TwasTheNeedleAndTheSpoon #Gimme3StepsStephan

MASH, GOD, SHE TRULY LOVES MY UNIT 4077 

True love is on the line because it’s a deep slash in my heart, it’s already gone

Trippin’ like it’s some orange sunshine or purple microdot your M.O.A.B. song
Sung in a Capella just because our legs couldn’t dance anymore, just shuffling
From here to there on to nowhere & that’s where it’s at, it’s all about a sting.

On to a parking lot where you won’t remember where your SUV’s parked, yo brah
Top of the morning somewhere on Earth, the other side is in an invisible penumbra
Feeling the good, bad and the ugly makes Evil appear to be Live spelled backwards
Dreaming we’re awake & we woke up a long time before we got Chevrolets & Fords.

All those dates before the conception happened & then poof, we’re old or already gone
From the beginning to the final end, true love gets you through to the last breathing gasp
Drink deeply just like the living water we all need walkin’ in the hot desert sun, stars hurled
Seventh son of a seventh son, our mothers were hella distant cousins from another world.

Now, Word is out, it’s curtains for much of the progeny yet some remain alive post megadeath
In a spirit form that feels feelings even though it has no nervous system to feel anything at all
Come on man, Chuckie sent us but Chuckie ain’t here man, it’s no joke, change the aftermath
Each piece of Nothing’s atoms of matter falls in love with the struggle to survive on the path.

On a scale from one to ten, when we’ll assume that one is the best anyone could ever expect
This here right now, in this space in this time, president to bum on the streets of the state sect
Respect is all you can expect and all you can ever pay for, nobody gets it for free without a tip
Here’s one for you and me, you cannot repeat what you’ll read & comprehend or y’all will slip

Tense beyond the capacity for a human being to remain conscious, you need to have the pills
Y’all got the addiction that turned into an affliction for the opiate condition, got chills & all ill
To live and die in the city of your mother’s dump on you and your brothers from other fathers
Say it again, how dare you give the honor of giving the gift that keeps screwin’ your mothers.

Calling the mighty mother phuqr who dreams that the recessive genes of DNA or the kings
If one is woke then it is impossible to be sleeping in a dream, to be is to awaken from things
Taught to the babies, toddlers, children, teenagers & the flock of sheeple called the people
We, the people who experience united states of amnesia, know what to die for, the feeble.

Nothing beats the self-realization of the real and the innocence of ignorance, it ain’t my fault
Just two observations that paradise is the hell below the intergalactic heaven above, so below
Makes no sense, in fact, it makes nonsense look like the dissertation for my PhD in eatin’ crow
Keepin’ focused upon the object of this subject, ridiculous predication will have been the flow.

Obviously, this is an occult cult group with secret mumbling of consonants and vowels aplenty
In the end, contemplation of the end of the self’s one-consciousness inside the cranial cavity
In harmony of left, right, up, down, in & out gets the whole shebang on the same blank page
From present to eternity past and future, winged angels flyin’ in my flock of ultraviolet rage.

Inside the division, addition & subtraction are isolated by fomenting multiplication of species
Sexual and asexual reproduction to keep the planet’s reputation among the vacant cosmoses
Y’all dreamin’ now so wake up and smell the coffee, it’s raspberry or Irish mocha drip roasted
Drinkin’ heavy with gadfly on the wall, seein’ me trippin’ in middle way, pathway of the dead.

Only you know and I know the things we agree about the nature of the beast’s glorified scree
You and me, everybody else too, we’re all in this together, like it or not, we’re historical phlegm
Hurry up & wait a minute before you jump to an invalid conclusion, factoring my oneness’ them
Just you & me, nobody else but us two, we will survive the existent experience of life, glory be.

by

rjjstephan, I

c.  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXII^nd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Kicked this dog in the hind end this AM before 444 AM, just sayin’ I do it all for y’all, just because I love y’all & got this on the juke box, @LynyrdSkynyrd #IAintTheOne & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/qlKaxmn1ugg }

F I N I  S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SIX PARSECS FROM HOME or #WTF over... #WhatIsHIP? #YoMama #PlayLiveDeadHope #RAREearth

TO BE THE GOOD FIRE OR NOT TO BE THE BAD ICE, INFINITE, COLDSOUL OF GOD

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^OM^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

In this quantum field of midsummer-fall dreams, before the deep sleep, original sins

On the back end of easterly south winds, It comes in strong on the nature, being One
At one yet still atoning for knowing Nothing as a single soul would, It just never-ends
Like it or not, this is not your dream to aw-waken from, you're just one in a million, son

Now or later, you're going to be there underground or ash in an urn, but why delay?
To be or not to be was a Shakespearean question for the masses privileged off-spray
They even believe with their reinforced blinded faith, they'll live a bit after they all die
In Cielo-Nirvana without your 208 bones, brain, mind or memory that you're so high.

Awakened and woke up to the facts of life my father handed me, a son to son lowdown
On what it means to be a responsible man when you find that everyone else is a clown
It's not their faults, it's the roll of the dice, the way the ball bounces, cards are dealt
Divided & separated, random game from start to finish, winner takes all, no harm felt.

Nutjob freak-show movin' the furniture from house to house to live among the innocent
Pluto isn't a planet anymore, it's still a cartoon dog from the Mickey Mouse Show stint
Too far from us here in Outerpace, easy to see with distorted lenses, all one star's light
Onto the black hole we're in & on to the nucleotide acid, it's a bare-knuckled fist fight.

For your love and for your money, I'll make it from the teens to the old gangster role
Fabulous and fantastic way to force extinction on the species, chemical interruption
Hearts' bleeding & smashed souls' crushed into the Singularity of a holy Black Hole
It's Divine, the hope of the faithful, the reality of the Void, ain't yo' mama, my son.

What it is, somebody told me and said I'd forget it immediately, smuggler's blues
Little kids driving cars over borders to get NO time in prison, underage bruises
Front & rear of your establishment gives you rights to sell & vacate the premises
Sinking down with the pink, deep down to the essence of the core, life is a ruse.

Do it yourself or hire an expensive pro, you get your money's worth in spades' sky
To write your autobiography or your novel, you must be conceived, be born & died
For the love of money, crude oil & gold, digits on a screen, on pieces of paper inked
Idiotic morons, imbecilic infidels who appear to be apes without hair, all gonna die.

Either become food for you or any other hungry beast who kills living to eat dead
Or else be the best hunter/killer on the range, in the woods or the naked cities head
Function of the calculus and a division of the categories to mark the territory turf
It's the way to control the masses, government is nice but won't allow us to up-surf.

Hay is for horses, dried up grass starved of moisture, it's dead to keep them alive
Burning inside to keep the fire of life movin' the heart & blood, muscles unlucky
Fear and loathing make you suffer but it makes you stronger than you would be
If you are fearless & love even the despicable, you may not survive the hive.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER Vth, MMXXIII Anno Domini

{ Career Advisor told me to retire in perpetuity, I acquiesced in Diamonds, drafted this gem jammin' @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @  https://youtu.be/5lP8BZcyoEQ?si=AiHz_Zhui9SnlypD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheFixAintIn #ThereAintNoFixinBroken @Tab_Benoit

IT AIN’T NO M.A.S.H. UNIT, SISTERS

Sisters higher than the upper atmosphere & lower than inside the core of Earth superb

Stratospheric imperfection as outer essence of the holy cell, a living cellular reverb herb
Contents as the fake essence of the brain’s function, exhibiting all one mind’s hussy fits
Fishing about in green rivers or on great lakes was always the way, life on open fire pits.

Bills with numbers and words typed and written in French, kidding, in English or pig Latin
Dreaming I awoke from a dream within a dream, walkin’ around, you had me at, “Hello”
You cannot make this up, it’s all the nature of the original beast, a moment’s smooth satin
All on your mother, man, that’s all there was, all there is, you come & you will also go-go.

In between conception & dissolution of organic matter we inhabit IT to do the Bossa nova
We all live the luck out from every cause & effect you can get when y’all are safe in place
There is the fact of life, your father told you the way to go, middle path ‘tween right & left
Peanuts and seeds of plants and animals, right here, right now, will explode in Supernova.

I’m perfectly happy not being unhappy, that itself makes me happy, this is a hold-up, stick
Your hands go up, your pants go down, pockets emptied, your pants go back up, you Dick
Or Richard or Rickie or Richie echoed sounds of vowels and consonants in omnibus bills
To make everything better than it was yesterday, you’ll have to perfect the imperfect shills.

Impossible, I know it, you know it, they know it, we all know it, there’s no way out of Hell
No high-water to get above the fire that wants to burn you, skin & bone, as it’s always been
As above, so below, a violent solar system & galaxy, a pantheon of the RINOs ringin’ a bell
You got this and yet you don’t have anything at all, dominoes fall, game’s over, it’s the End.

I’ve confidence that I’m the harbinger of my tooth’s demise, I finally found One’s toothpaste
No denial that you & I love our selves & any form of life we can use or eat, we have free love
Inherited from Hippies of the sixties who hated fighting & killing in wars of dead young men
Carbon perfected in burning hot atoms of molecules, One mind’s a terrible thing, H2O lace.

You and I know the conception is the concept, analyzed It, each one identical to the first One
First you cry then you find laughter is better, the devil may care attitude that you’ll be alright
There’s no other way to see this even if you’re blind of eyesight and hindsight, it’s a fistfight
You threw the first punch and I got the finality blow, the kick at the side of the head, no gun.

Gave me back my bullets and my badge with my license to kill the evil perceived to be so ugly
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder is dark, blackness without light when your sight’s all gone
Fix is in, the control is out of your hands, your prayers beseeching gods are unheard by Space
Above and below the clouds you’re in need of the H2O, liquid gas to replace excremental fuel.

Popular I am with the dead & gone, angels high and low fear my footprint & speech of power
Peace and love for the chaos and haters of the good, bad & ugly, horror coming Halloweener
Tricks or Treats in your bags of candy and popcorn wrappers, injected with the sugar of Satan
It’s how you roll when you’re in a panic to breathe and release the locks on Power of A Man.

Didn’t know I could see the future until the future arrived & I recollected the repetition of It
Over & over again, holy scat & the full metal jackets are loaded & the trigger’s on safety chit
Battle comes & you’re ready, if not, you die younger than you should have, one eye open, so
Prepare to sleep lightly, it’s 24/7 info changing reality as we know it, “It’s Aliens in a UFO!”.

There are injuries & death in the war zone, grieve if you’re lucky, bleed out your bloody sins
In or out of a hive, a cave or network of underground, divine carbo-hydrated tiny diamonds
Nasty backdoors are the only ways in or out of the Fix, Live evil lives, a Good Life on steroids
Star, sunny starlight, blown gas in a Void, paid extra for my knowledge, wisdom, boyeeeez!

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IV^th    MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0830 AMPST

{ Drafted in my space in the corner, while jammin’ the force through my skull & bones injecting Rock of @PointerSisters link @ https://youtu.be/DXRjBVXanzc?si=fYqswqGaHQZLUuRB }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NEVER FORGET THIS CHIT