#CornucopiaOfAudioVisualCandy #YallKnowIt #CantYouSee?

UNDERGROUND, LOANED DIMES TO BLESSED ANGELS IN DARK ALLEYS, LEARN TO SAY NO

I remember why I came here now, it took about 70 years to become wiser than the last time
I was here before, I recollect the nature of my being alive with a thought of my father's dime
I am what it is all about because without me, none of what I see and hear exists, for you or me
I know you will disagree believing that you are not just in my head only, it's hard to breathe, see?

Pain and suffering came and went in and out of the wet and dry dreams sent into mindful brains
I had one, it worked it's magic as long as it could and then just like any machine, it ends the pains
Coming through the pressure of the planet's atmospheric fluctuations, you're happy, good or evil
In books and in the ethersphere all over the universe, it's an infinite tap of wisdom's LSD trip pill.

Changing your love into the cache flow of gold, silver, diamonds and gasoline fuel for the minions
Flying, driving, riding, walking, crawling, digging every second from heaven to hades, all my sons
Fathered the mothers to become the harbinger of supernatural matter, melting energy burning
Atoms bursting with the gods' spells of magic, creating some things from Nothing, a Void sting!

Alright to be alone, fine to be all together in the clutch, in the nest of the birds of prey, hungry Id
Feeding the superego's and their baby brothers, the Egos of the Pathos under the moon's CoVid
Planned to exterminate the species DNA as scientists often do, performing a clean slate, no code
Invested in nothing, accumulating nothing, losing nothing, that's all it's all 'bout, ice a la mode!

Slumber when the star turns off the heat, to conserve your own and discover the meaning, froze
What happens right outside of this Earth's atmosphere down here on the ground of painted toes
To walk and run, to creep and crawl from place in space to another, eating, defacating, recycled
DNA of life's gods will always be, Word, Book, a Woke trip doin' a two step in Space, bein' dead.

It's the treble and the bass puttin' the beat down to the ear drums, givin' the bones their blues
Trouble being upright with all of the gravity pullin' you down to the grounds' bottom, holy cues
Reminding that you're a finite, mortal little baby grown up to be an old and innocent skull bone
Holy just because of it's holes to make room for the sights and sounds to put on an apple tone.

Whiskey is all I need to help the song get along, alcoholic boy roaming the big parties for glasses
Not what anyone thought a kid would do, take sips from everyone's glass, got stoned as molasses
All of 'em thought I was a crazy kid but I was on a drunken rampage, turning alcoholic with DTs
Poor baby, now older than some of the others who've died before we got ready to go, say please?

It is in the meaning of everything that you find your soul in the 1spirit not on exhibit to outsiders
I can put it all together in a poem or a song, I can play it, I can sing it, you can dance to it, talkers
Say what you will, do what thou wilt and forever hold your peace, it's a drummer's funk beatin' It
Until the final episode-show, I picked & grinned, you loaned me a dime, God's in a hole of shyte!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Janvier 6th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:20 AMPST
{ Time is ALWAYS #420, drafted this humdinger while listenin' to @BozScaggs #LoanMeADime on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI #CriedJustLikeABaby #AllNightLong }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fabulosity

 

GODS DO NOT FEAR MEN, GODS KILL MEN
You say please and thank you, so polite with impeccable manners, the gall, darlin' holes
Freckles on your cheeks and your breasts, I loved every one of them on a sunkissed toll
Punched out but still kickin' like a mule in the barn, because I ain't yet dyin' for nothin'
To be or not to be is not a question for me to answer but my answer id and ego, is sin.

Pork and beef, fish and poultry eaten and shat for the sake of being alive, stay DNA
But it won't, it has to remove itself from the phenomenology, it's what it take today
Harping at me, on my case, get off of my back, literally please move onto the ending
Love of your life or love of my own, one and the same thing, it's a miracle, I am free!

Surgeons and medicine men with incantations and spells from a witch's occult tome
Word salads invoking the invisible and all in your mind, ready to break out into Rome
But I won't, I can't, don't feel like it, nothing on Earth or any planet can force feed me
To be or not to be is an infinitive unknown to the gods, immortals know nothing to be.

Here is a maiden voyage and a farewell concert for the faithfully departed of 30 centuries
On a ship of fools without sails, without an outboard or inboard motor, without antifreeze
Drifting with the current and waves along the seven seas of hydrogen and oxygen gases
Must be the weather in Maui or California that sucks the good into the bad, ugly places?

Something to talk about is nothing to write about yet it's lost in translation, being fake misery
Beckons another Edgar Allen Poe to emerge from the study with a Raven's caw, just to be free
Of the vermin and human, mixed in random psychic medleys of muffin men & wanderlust lace
All the same yet different only in space occupied at one time, two hearts can't be in one place!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Janvier 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 23:11 hours Eastern Standard Time
{  Jammed out of Space listenin' to @LimpBizkit #BehindBlueEyes (noone knows what it's like) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tyuWYs8Oaqs }

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#MAGIC #MATRIX #MOTHER #MOMMY #MAMA #MA #Stewie #FamilyGuy

THIS IS MY LAST SUPPER, LIQUID DIET PINA COLADA, QUININE H2O & IRON MASK *

Lead in your belly and your bee-hind, from the heavy metals you can never recover, it's a must
What in Hades that means to the rank and file of the chess match, pawn to king's in a rock fuss
 For once in the name of God, gods, devils and the cosmic dust left behind the Big Bang's fates
Monkeys fear the cats that hunger for the meaty bones and nasty blood of the vampire greats.

Perchance, you've run into my doppelgänger inside of your conscious mind, as if you didn't know
No mystery left in this world, the harangue is exposed to the infants and ignorant, all on a buzz
Who blow hard on pipes that play the music from drums and cymbals beaten in rhythm's rhyme
Punks who dreamt reality was all there ever was and all there would ever be, to me, to all of us.

Lollipops to kill the babies and put the holes in their teeth and their heads, ready for rock filling
Of men & rat poison that killed the garbage feeders who hate workin' for the cash-cow, it's gold
Perchance you meet me or my ilk in the alley or out on the street in the gangways, beware cold
Hotter than a warm heart on a frozen tundra's cave in the hills, hidden in plain site, a sand thing.

Not a rover, lookin' for a dream to turn on the magic skin and bones that move and spin my Gig
All I have and all I'll ever have is what I had the day before my conception, my love man, you dig
Never again in the middle of crazy hipster flings of the mothers' inseminators who jump and jive
Fallin' for nothing but errors of the grandfathers' babies who cheat and lie, say I'm late to arrive.

I'll get there sooner or later, late is preferable so that my entrance is closer to exit, I create It
Illusion that this n' that are here & there for a reason other than random, happenstance chit
Amazed you got here and can read the scat left over from the ones who trashed pimped lives
Lookin' into the glass reflects that natural beauty of ugly faces and bodies' in womb of wives.

Offer I can't refuse ain't given until I can't see anything anymore, last blink of a flyin' blind man
Forms and shapes of things that have this invisible, essence like a bum or a mogul, all too human
Not their fault, it's the creator's First Cause that put the give in the take, the groove is unlimited
Gliding into the slide and comin' home safe, like the old game Casey played, It has all been said.

Woke up little suzy before it was time, she needed to go home before her father came searchin'
For this hound dog of the teenager class of the 60's USA, in love and all shook up all in for the sin
At drive-in theaters or inside the movie show, in the back row by the projector light, say a Word
I knew you, you found the eggs waitin' for a dream door to open, dig it, I was dreamt, a richard.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, January 4th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST
* Depth & Profundity optional
{ Nightmare and Daymare you and I fly high or low inside and outside the matrix, @ColinWilson #StrangeIsNormal link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/gcMYb99f79Y }

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W.W.A.R.D.?