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Sunday, November 15, 2020

SUNDOWN'S EVENED SCORES, #NoLosers #BanginHeads

SUNDOWN'S EVENED SCORES, NO SOUL, SHE'S GONE, LAST CALL...
Found my way all the way back to the wreck I caused, too fast for the curve, before I knew I was Love
Can't get over the ill & the well from infancy through celibacy unto the corpus dilecti's derelict shove
Into a fire, into the light where I will carry on the fight to become the blown atoms of my father's skies
Off into the wild blue yonder for a spell, havin' record decades, fruits of the loom, what it is, wall flies.

Buzzin' 'round in circles, lookin' for a landing spot, middle of the mix, always a cowboy for the brides
No slippers, no socks, covered metatarsals without thinking, just a reflex to keep the feet on the ground
Charms come from every direction of the 360 degrees around my head, blew my Chevy and Ford rides
Left the girls for the force of the air, scratched my head when they cut my hair, a buzz cut head around.

Bums and junkies pumpin' veins full of garbage from the junk of humanity, rat poison for the minions
Addicted to the air first, then the milk, then the water and then well, the sky is the limit for the unions
Getting the minimums and maximums in the middle of the high rises and the country bumpkins buzzin'
Round squares that spin quicker than the blocks where me & Jenny hung on corners, ideas on lovin'.

Tattoos up and down my arms that reach for you and you are all gone, like you were never here at all
Welcome to come back any time in Space you want to have me feel you in the darkest joint you bawl
One stop & one stop is all there is in the Finale of the games, the moves, the checks for all my mates
Following my way into the middle of this menudo of flesh and bone, I am the sole soul, creepin' fates.

I know what it sounds like to feel the way blindly without any clear light, not even black light glows
For whom it may concern, a word will become the where-with-all to smack the balls, knee in the nuts
Make certain that attention is paid to the moment and nothing but the moment, you'll know it all flows
Up and down the river, out to the sea and recycled in the gases that rise to heaven & back to Earth ruts.

Sea foam smells of the living and the dead, the One and the Many that dream for the sake of the silence
Words empty of the means and ways of generation and annihilation until a final titillation's mutilation
No gas coming in or going out of the field of my dream, heart and soul agape awaiting a step beyond It
Never to be and never to see ever again, what it means to be a human, a man, when I knew, I just shat.

Monsters all dead in the end, my father in heaven murdered them all to protect me from being Essene
Talking King Kong gorillas and Godzilla lizards to teach divinity's way of a Hollywood & Vine scene
Movies, silent and talkies, show the innocent how to repeat the same thing, ad infinitum to a rock beat
Where it goes & why it goes here, there, she slapped me, nothing but a cracked egg in Love's gas heat.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Blovember 15th, 2020 A.D.  
{ Jammed lightin' 'em up & knockin' 'em backto #KnockinBoots @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Whitey, the Black Knight's chess checkmate! @EricChurch #RecordYear2020 @Santana #EveryYearRecordYear

SOUL AIN'T INSIDE, WHAT IT IS CAN'T BE!

Got the juke box on, reminds me why I came down
At bottoms up, honky tonk, under a neon slip sloop
Spinnin' on an imaginary dreamer's wedding gown
She loves it more than a cosmic ape's chicken soup.

Tell me it is going to be alright before I die, alright
I will say the world is a vision in a category of light
From a holy one to the dirty one, I'm everyone son
On my side, I'm gonna lie until I see infrared's gun

Two souls on either side of the Mason-Dixon line's fire
Particular subject and object without a predication sir
Points of order and mass of chaos with or without wings
Choirboys, altarboys, paperboy badboys' nailin' things

Mummies and the unseen buried and burned, all are One
In and out of the might jelly and jam just ain't no fun
Independence at the dawn of gold shining, scam of sins
Monday to a last gasp in a maze of token bones' slogans

One headlight and no taillight to make the journey Zen
Morons and idiots have the final say in holy dreamin'
To the rhythm and rhyme of the back beat's drummin'
Winding on down the road, shadows long then it's done.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday, November 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Jammed out while enjoyin' the @Devadip @CarlosSantana LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#TakeMyWordForIt #KnockEmBack #LineEmUp #FillEmUp #FooledAroundAndFellInLove #WhiskeyGlasses #KnockinBoots #WagonWheel #RockMeMamaAnyWayYaFeel #BoysRoundHere #GirlsRoundHereShakinDixieCrystal

SHE AIN'T EVER COMIN' BACK SOON, TMWFI
by
r j j  stephan, i 
Samedi, 11-14-2020 AnnoDomini
---SmallBigsAndMyOldFerrelPigs----

Better views have been had when you sip around the Truth as we know it, the One's an absentee
Younger days brought me front and center to the moment, right here, right now, let's get it all on
Today's the day after yesterday when it was not as clear to the eyes of a Human, Man's what I am
Better views behind or above me but never down below the grounded being, Earth dirty & dicey.

Pumpkins above the ground and the beets down below the ground, filth of the best love of gods
Brought to you by the nature of the beast, herds of kids, nests of the empty-minded crypts of blood
Whiskey and the brown water that changes your mind, loosens the grip on the pain's holding grip
A sacrificial lamb and calf for what reason exactly?  Offering of death?  WT F were they thinkin'?

Simmer down with your masses of the blood and cannibalistic celebrations, 365, 24 & seven
Immaculate conception gets you the haters out of their greasy-spoon kitchens where we been
Makin' it from the innocent infancy to the death bed or surprise accidental demise of 208 bones
There's one thing left other than those 208 frame parts, soul, spirit, mindfulness of angel moans.

Got knocked down to the planet for a punishment for being the Best of the Best, jealousy not me
I am not the lost in Space and Time, you may or may not be, it's your will, it's your choice to Be
Duality and multiplicity is for the Buddha and the buds smoked for the presence return it back
To a good man and good woman, eat a good meal and smoke a nice blunt with shots of cognac.

Hearts and souls lost and won because they were found on the road, nearly dead, yet all happy
Why be happy when it's all you have when you have nothing material, shapes' of a form, OM
Essence of the thing itself has absconded with the pretzel logic and deductions of the Many
O Ye punks and sons of mothers who punched or neglected your naturally ended sea-foam.

We the uneaten, undead people who see the Truth or at least know deep down inside, it's a scam
I mean the Many, a One and the same thing, puzzle pieces shown a whole picture, bled the blood
Initiate introduction to the mystery's inception and logical induction, assumptions's cattle prod
Pain and suffering, tingling ecstatic chills and pleasure to disguise the Reality of a God's damn.

Now back to the point before my overhang transforms into the hungover, it'll be soon enough
Never need to worry about the man's rejection of the Spirits and fermented grain, shots' tough
Perfect in whiskey nothingness of the Void, sensational fifth or sixth perceptions of Adam's Eve
Disabled flashback of divinity, sippin' 'round a mind of Fake Big Bangs, mama's Tree, pa's Steve.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  BLOVEMBER 14th, 2020 Anno Domini
{  Jammed to #WhiskeyGlasses @MorganWallen https://youtu.be/GvPTenaI5Fo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?