Monday, June 03, 2019
#ThirdOfJune #SleepyDustyDayToday #ChoppinCotton & #BalingHay #WhutUpWitDat? #ArmstrongAndGetty #MarkLevin #TheGreatOne #Chopin
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STIFF COMPETITION, DNA MAMA
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Whether you like it or not, I told my father the gist of the education he paid for me to get
From five to twenty five, public and private/parochial classical education, signified debt
To society and my fathers and grandfathers and grandmothers and my mother, the outlaw
She never went to jail, she never broke the law, she was always innocent talent, oh so raw.
Voice as sweet as honey from bees and songs from the tweeties’ nests, I found one more too
Fortune appears as an accident yet it is a product of intent and unwavering focus, target cool
In the middle of the fray and the ruckus that only the warriors who win know for the records
Hysterical are the taped and needle scratched vinyl 45’s & LP’s, no escape, even for big birds.
Founded holy holes between the important things that matter to the species’ terrestrial hold
Talkin’ to yourself in a sound-proof studio with pads inside and out, no notes escape, I’m told
Thunder ears goin’ inside-out of your face, into your infinite mind, it’s a cosmic plane phase
As long as you lend a hand before the end of the line, a spirit of AHO becomes a purple haze.
Whether born a stunned nun or a Cajun queen on the bayou, DNA of #Foofighter’s had paws
No hands or fingers in the backwoods of terminated subjects, #Trump air inflated Benjamins
It’s about whether or not it’s ethical or against the morality of the tribe’s blind faith to killing
Can’t tell you why we’re in a battle for life and freedom, in, out, below, above pretender-laws.
Pink house doors will open as long as we know that warm, safe place, homey of free-braves
Contraptions holding the attention of the infants to geriatrics, then conditions deteriorate
Realization that this is it might be the most important #Eureka moment one might generate
Prayed to God, rocked me like a freight train, rock-dead in Void, I’m #BigBanged DNA, Aha!
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r j j stephan, i
c. 3rd of June, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to https://youtu.be/UfmkgQRmm Van Morrison #BrownEyedGirl, Darius Rucker #WagonWheel on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, June 02, 2019
#AreWeTalkinToOurselves #HolyWars #SEX #Singularity
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SINGULARITY, SEX & HOLY WARS
What I felt inside of my soul the day I was conceived, as a gypsy-daddy bestowed, anointed Id
What moved First Causes, identical sparks of ionically charged, negative positivity, #409 kid?
I dragged the quarter mile out of the corner, fastest time on the track, I gave up secret bones
Then it happened, I hit the wall, smashed my face right into the atoms of rocky cement stone.
I never did give a hoot one way or the other, that being said, I would have been more profane
Tempted to wipe slates clean clear now, two-bit serving of the idiotic addictions to DNA hells
Thinkin’ about life, death, natural existence and metaphysical sleep apnia with darker angels
Fourth of July or the First of the Year, every year ad infinitum until the bayou dries into dells.
Utter immersion into the Susie Q of the evening, likin’ the ways of the talk and the slow walk
Before and after a party of none, back stage or out by the production crew box, perfume, talk
Out of nowhere, literally right through the front door as if expected to be a Singularity’s dome
Nowhere, above or below Philistine Terra Ferma, inside or out of hard rocks’ mix, is, :AUM:
Settling for the feeling of desire and need for the air I breathe for the money, buzz a holy man
It is nothing more than the essence of being, the reason for staying alive, reason for dreaming
How and why this life is happening are questions open for debate and sudden flash farthing
Just because deep, dark blackness fill the tempting emptiness, holy balls of a funky shaman.
Get ready to go whenever the time is right, it could be now or later or never so just get ready
Prepared for unexpected, unplanned scat to happen and wait for divine providence’s repartee
It is a done deal if you will it be done intending the outcome, the effect of God’s rhymin’ ditty
Holy men-women, in a rare earth prison, guiltless innocence, acid DNA alive in a little pretty.
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r j j stephan, i
c. June 2nd, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 4:44 PM PST
FINIS
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