#HoneyComb & #HoneyBees #GladWeHadThisTalk

 
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A CHAINED APEMAN DREAMIN' IN A PENITENTIARY FOR LIFE & DEATH
On a clear day, the shade of the night hides in the gangways where many angels flood
With the scents of boiling greens or some polish porridge, I walked & tripped like a god
As if I was immortal, unconscious of my mortality and easy damage to skin and bones
Matters to nobody but all of us, me, myself & I, the three musketeers' sword drones.

Followers loving and hating the gnarled fingers, spiderweb of the gramma's hands smokin'
Keepin' us all in line, ready to be programmed by the mighty machine, an altar boy servin'
Picking up the Latin language of a High Mass was no problem for an Irish-Italian superboy
There were many more than me, myself & I, serving the Roman Catholic sacrifice of God.

Sadness drippin' onto my feet and my manicured tip toes, sideways & crazy comedy-tragedy
Wait long enough and it will rear it's ugly head, figuratively and right on the bookie's money
Seems like you and I had a good talk the last time we got mad, you feared I was a shot of gin
But I was just a jigger of Jack, it's just a thing me & my kin did for free, last one down hatchin'.

Here's one thing that will give you a chill and make you spill your glass of wine, hands on deck
Welfare to keep the children safe enough to grow up and hack into the every database click
Company or one, independent grandma or child from a dysfunctional delusion, American ways
Fine as the ends and the means that comprise the whole shebang, no immortals of a solar daze.

Hold on tight because the ride's gonna get a bit bumpy, if you know what I mean sugar, an ace
Hearts in front of diamonds, in a most respectful way, sugar, a sweet concoction, a lot of taste
Could have been the appearance of the real things that I saw decades ago, a UFO all in my mind
That's what the shrink on base told me, said I was #FitForDuty, no worries about aliens of mine.

Known & occult that will never be, it's not for all eyes but for your eyes only, aw honeysuckle
It's diamonds, silk or a sweet thing like honey or a gigabyte of cash, penny stock's bum heaven
Drawn in the sand, my line has disappeared and now I've gone back to the #GitGo, once again
Buzzing and burning out from being sunny days and shade trees to make it on God's freckle.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Jammed while jammin' to @Blake_Shelton #HoneyBee & #RedRiverBlue link @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#Godzilla #KingKong & OF COURSE, #YoMama #ResistanceIsFutile

💋👀👄

JACKED UP ON PURPLE, FRUITED PLAINS & MONOPOLY CASH, IT'S SOMETHIN'

Affirmative inaction for the realm of Space's Void, all that's left after it's over, butter churned
A complete line of Time from first conscious awareness unto the final milk game, light burned
Muffled screams in a foam pillow, it hurt to be whipped & slapped 'fore my blackbelt & blade
A degree unknown & unfathomable to humane humanity, deep ends down a middle pathway.

Genius and literal idiots and morons fill the genome's DNA with variable funk to be copied
As it is both above the sky we see down here and below the burnt star dirt, ground of being
You, me & all of the rest of the whole corpuscle of muscle within and without us, gad Zeus
It's all you have left, memory of the shock of conception and rejection of the con-deception.

Man & woman moved by an A-game's chess player, a nowhere man lost in a moving talkie
It won't melt in the place where the sun doesn't shine, no worries to be or not to be a leach
It's a moot point & only a concern of the holy innocent crew from the occult saga of stony
All that is left after a SuperNova is the Singularity, ad infinitum, Amen, you sons of a beach!

Burned by nothing intentionally yet in the form of ashes and dust, it came down to this
And that and the other thing, you know the thing, it's a word that is unsaid by the fist
In the face or in the solar plexus, the bones meet the meat and justify the absurd fixing
For the people who look like skeletons walking with clear, invisible skin, queen checking!

Bucking systems, yesterday & today will get me one more day with sins, make me frown
All of the people on all seven continents, in the air and on the ground, afloat on spacing
Talking and providing cover for the protection of the users who use me for the thinking
Kings are born, slaves are appointed, weak and strong to work, the Way up to get down.

Brothers some, sisters several, cousins a legion of followers of the good, the bad and ugly
Funny yet tragic as the clowns who paint their tears upon golden faces of purple people
Take the wealth if it's not left inside your mind, within your conscious purview of the Ends
Crucified my saviors & anthropomorphic skulls' pyramids, outside upon church steeples.
 

by
r j j  stephan, i  
c.  Mardi 2 fevrier 2021 Anno Domini à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted Tea to @GladysKnight - #GrammasHands &  favs @ https://youtu.be/Inyzvxw0dLM }
 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#HomeSweetHomeNiceDreams #HappinessIsEverything #SufferingSucksLikeGravity #CheechAndChong #TheWorldIsAGhetto #ChrisJannson

#DISCLOSURE UFO's ANGELS, TIN FOIL HATS & SONS OF PROUD BOYS FROM HADES *
Once a whole bunch of centuries roll by, Earth spinning around 33,000 times since a Big Bang
What you've gleaned from your mothers and fathers who got to know two got light the tango
Fire you, you're a mother's inseminator just like the ones who came before your bloody fang
Drunk on living forever even though there's no chance in the universal, that eternal fandango.

Mustangs fired up for the ride to the rodeo, broncos and stallions ready for the get down hits
Whip straps and spurs on boots control the motion of the beast of burden, I'll never be a One
Punks have descended from the ancestors, you're more or less one of the many, reflected sun
Imagine the whole world as we know it, without you in the picture for an hour or a NY minute.

Funny to be anonymous yet absurd to be taken seriously for the comedy and tragedy, that's life
The way it goes from the first to the last points on the time line is the way it's sliced with a knife
Criminals of us all, violating the morality and ethics of the dead men who left billions of fat cats
Miraculous documents of Word, blind faith on stone & papyrus, false or true, blame COvid bats.

Trade in your locomotion for the stone crypt allowed to rotting bones, forefathers' bad mothers
Girls grown up in an acid hole, DNA pool mixture of apes, roaches and angels of sisters' brothers
Pincushion stuck full of needle holes, give it a shot, come and take my arms from me, Eagle, bird
Weaponized the rocks and the heavy metal, ready to launch, only UFO's out of Time, kill a word.

Reality and fiction merged into empty jargon in infinite loops, boomerangs south to north poles
Gods gold that shines for the blind & mitigated at the end, in a Void over indivisible rabbit holes
Nothing your popes, presidents or fools can do with the centuries provided in counter revolution
Forget about the names of the men, their history makes no difference, burn books, God's the sun.

General, universal and particular apeman monkeys in a Terrarium, ancients called Earth gods
A thing we need to live and die upon, pinochle of star debris, nowhere tiny enough to disappear
Yet the underground is above and below the Space between the super novae and black hole sod
Using words, arguments to reach conclusions to act upon, in the present, kill a word, eat the fear.

Instruction to the orphanages of the humane bytes in bits and pieces of honey, sugar baby flow
All of the babies can learn any language if immersed, no child is ONLY the country birthed into
Earth's solar system blown out of the Big Bang is all that matters, that and the energy third eye
Making Life itself Empty, to be what it is, what it's always been & will always be, en empty sky.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *CleopatraOfTheNile
c.  Lundi 1 février 2021 Anno Domini à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted tea to @BrothersOsborne - #AllNight #ZigZag favs @ https://youtu.be/MvaXV3Q6pN0 }

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