#TryUntilTheEnding #ThenYouWillKnowWhyYouTry @PabloPicassoDedication @TinaTurner @DelaneyAndBonnie

SHE KNEW AND I KNEW, WE WERE 1 BEER SHORT OF A 12 PAK AGAIN *
Veins movin' the iron poor blood in and out of a fabulous heart, the only one that knows is you
Certainty is a gift from the gods or the God of your grandfathers, big guy in coldwater blue sky
High five left high and dry for a good reason, her daddy taught her the same. I used to fight it
She knew & you know the nature of the beast's deep down in your unsavable soul, that's right!

Poppin' veins until the blood had no place left to go, circulating up and laying it all down, it's life
All you'll ever see with these eyes, all you'll hear with these ears unless your blind, deaf & dumb
In that case you need way more than a keg of beer and a case of Black Jack, a shot & beer'll do
Damn sure I'm never right 'bout anything other than a fact that alive things will one day die too.

Lost nothing tht false pride couldn't cover up like clown make-up on Jesus, an act for the circus
Claiming to be the man from heaven related to Zeus when Zeus is related to nothin' but a fuss
Fixed like a cop's nephew's speeding ticket, the judge had me breakin' out in a cold sweat cuss
Swearin' up and down from Hades to high heaven I'd never violate the code of Hammurabi bus.

Junk in the trunk left over from the lovers and haters of the game of procreating the nonsense
Good, bad, ugly, cool, nasty or whatever the case may be, from the work and the play you get It
It is the end of it all, no more light there and then, can't respond to the stupid questions and chit
Singin' with my girl friends and brothers from other mothers, drinkin' & swingin' for the fence.

Score tied only in a fantasy, in reality there's a winner and a loser, I was always one of those son
Revenge at me for being obtuse and metaphysically abstract to a fault, where I evaporated, man
Cold ones stolen on the way out the door, can't get 'em back even if you're all high and dry sore
All of the dust in the trail is still up in the air, she ran pretty fast, back to liberty's bar room door!

I can't speak for the artist but it's highly likely that creativity gets you nothing from the reaper
A soul fine and hella gone forever from the face of Earth and the solar system's galactic fate
Collapsible, implodable, explodable, able to turn from boulder, planet sized to a pebble, mate
Imagine you're high and dry, no cold ones in sight, Love still ain't on the way back, it's deeper.

Take away the water from the Earth, evaporate it all into empty Space through a Time's chasm
Gone, hydrogen and oxygen, never any spirits to be uplifted any longer by a goddess' catechism
Records made and played made a difference until the Ending, the Finale to be the Ends' cellphone
I ain't sweatin' it bein' hella high, but is that a long neck sweatin' there in your hand, it's all gone.

I'm gonna buy a rack, OK maybe a 1/2 of a rack or a keg or somethin' big that you can solo cup
That way you can keep gettin' drinks for free, just because you know me, it's on the up and up
But in realty there's conception and the deception on the way to the inception of the cold one
Death's so cold, like a clay hard rock, not a move anywhere from nose to the heartbeat, yeah son.

This ain't no joke, it's serious words explaining the facts of life, there's nothing to it, more or less
All of the people who have lived, incarnated, reincarnated and died one or more times, we confess
It's just the opinion of one man, worthless all by itself but in the mosaic of all from leather to dust
This here thing, this dawn and dusk that make your smile so wide, myth busted a love left to rust.

by
r j j stephan, i   *Header is copy of painting #TheScream by @EdvardMunch
c.  Lundi, January 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to some @Delaney&Bonnie&Friends #OnlyYouKnow & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/IHFWNMFyRBY }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FiscalMoments #DazedInfinity & #ColdOnes & #SadArseGirls

MASKED & LOCKED DOWN MURDER OF #H1N1 APE VIRUS WITHIN
Be kind to your neighbors, you know the Ten Commands of the creator, comin' for your shack
Cold ones you never get back are the ones that needed to get away with the whole 12 pack
But being that they were on the run, no love ever walked out, sneaked away in light, so sick
Minks and three hundred dollar Nike's didn't do the trick, she needed half or more, a trick!

Finish what you started if you have one thing you've got to do before you die, do the do-si-do
All opinion, humbly expressed within the church of rocks and the burial graves of deadon Pot
One love is all I never needed, I wanted it all, all of the love I could suck off of everyone's soul
Things themselves are always gonna be the way would have been, whether I was here nor not.

Old sweatshirts gave the middle way to the goal, Fink University in De Funk, Washington states
First President's name taken in vain in the northwestern, non-existent edge of the Free ingrates
Lovin' the pension from Tennessee just because they love me, fish are bitin' & on the lake's dawn
Rivers run through my veins but I wait until it all comes out of the mouth, bobber gone on down.

If you don't know it now, I say you're gonna be dead body in the end, slow your roll or never do
No more and no less than the junk in the yards, the hookers on the hood's alleys' gangways, so
Blinded by the flares of the sodium burning in oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, makin' the plans
To be or not to be blown sky high to make heaven come down to Earth's star dirt, a God's hands.

Monkey shines on the philosophy of anthropomorphism, what we've ween, we've done, apelike
Yet it's so delicate a subject and object, this life and this death that the fear of It, scatters mice
Fearing fear itself and afraid of something that can kill it and eat it, without a defense, it's food
To be or not to be is all there is in our world's entire universe, neither more nor less than good.

This here and that there were here before my Ma & Pa constructed my zygote, my mass began
From two, they made this one, me, myself and I, a One and only three, good reason to be a fan
Alternatives are Nothing or Eternal Damnation by a queer deity which assigns #FakeNews Truth
A design to qualify for the species halt to evolution of the genome, extinction's species forsooth.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, Janvier 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Everlast #SadGirl {papa called her #Cookie} in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tKBcS4YJxkc & @EricChurch #ColdONE @ https://youtu.be/9ljgLv0jpxw }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IRL #FatEatsRock #Hamburger #KnockinBoots #KnockinPicturesOffWalls #BeerShortOfATwelvePak #ThatWASaColdONe

 KNOCKIN' PICTURES OFF THE WALL, DRIVIN' ON THE DARK SIDE
Perpetual light shining out of the farout Void, empty Space is All
Now I gotta go and move along the psycho trips left over from Al
He gave me all of the tools to use out on the road that's too long
But it's what you've got and then you get what, another side, eh?

Maybe and maybe not, it's using logic and reason to conclude It
Nobody cares what it is as long as they know what it is, a scat pit
Or maybe a playing stage of the gods, Greco-Roman slow giggles
Or the cavemen with no tools, couldn't balance with no knuckles.

Storming above the ocean, wet as it's always been, blue & black
This hawk's revolution in your mind while you examine the crack
All you'll ever get from me, a mystical analysis, a philosophical Id
Meteor broke frozen Ice, you're here & now, measure me, a Kid!

Another show on the stage, singing and dancing for the puppets
My fans who pay to see me make love to their eyes & angel ears
Not the wreckin' ball of the winner who never loses, a checkmate
Rocks crashed, water turned back into the gas of the Star-t, Fate.

Introduce the conclusion first to save Time because it is so short
Needles in haystacks you found but only for a Tupelo OK minute
Do nothing from now on except rearrange the alphabet to rewire
The synapses of the rebels are ready to animate the ebb & flow.

Blame me for the things nobody else takes responsibility for, OK?
It's fine, you can't take anything with you & I won't either, shake?
Twist and shout from the Origin to the Singularity, hey toothless!
Shot canons & fired words, a siege of you, Light's dark play, Kiss!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Janvier 16th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  #CheckeredFlag drafted bein' a #RockinRando to @EricChurch #Talladega & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/rek_Cxrc1pE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?