#NeedAFifthOnTheTenth #ChrisCrossin' #RareEarth #ChrisMcDonald

CODEX'S DIAMOND SIGNS, REMINDED SIGNALS, SCRATCHES OUT OF HINDSIGHT
You don't know like I know but you better get ready to move out the batter's box with a bat
Get ready for the run, you'll need food and protection, the home love you'll very soon discuss
Nothing left when you're on the run from the powers that be other than this muss and fuss
It's all about the movement of the First Cause of everything, the Singularity of a bull's scat.

Among the many there is always one in the crowd that causes others to follow, where it's all at
Movement of the bowels and the people comes out of the end the same way, all a buncha scat
It has always been that way, dead men and dead women left the Word, we chew the black gum
The plan is not yours and it's not mine yet the plan is set, we're the tools, Fi, Fi, Fo, gods of Fum.

Frequently during the millennia, every few hundred years an avatar rises from a virgin birth, haha
Made love to no man, yet the gods, the God who plays hide and seek with love, conceived a boy
Little baby boy Adam came from Nothing at all, not even a zygote at first, just Nothing, Void toy
Divine as it is, humane as we can be, thank the UFO powers, mighty angelic realm, bow to Ra.

Truth on stone tablets imprinted ala radiation burns of wavy lines, cross-crossed scratch of lasers
Or were the gouges of the sculpture on a flat rock, all that was possible for a will to be a mortal
Had a God here a long time ago & he or It said it would return some day before you die, Big Lie
Dig a hole six feet deep for what's left of one last breath, ain't no wings out of this Time's portal.

Space beyond one's eyesight is some hindsight or foresight but no ESP holy, infallible matrix
Nothing as a Void and everything else as all we know, categories of experience & magical tricks
Not only are you a result of a hooker's trick but also your grandparents and theirs, so, We Be It
Mortal sin is the making love to making baby boys and girls, that's the sin of the moronic idiot!

Murder in the miracle is that you don't know you're asleep in A dream, you think it's real funky
Wanting to play as a child does for an entire human lifetime is normal but we can't have that ilk
Teaching the children the Way, the only way they'll make it, cooperation & protection from evil
Mankind's kin for some reason RAN A PROGRAM with a moral imperative, accidental teat milk.

Sick and tired of the fear & loathing, good, evil & ugly sandwiches and hot soups have long gone
Walked around city sidewalks, up and down the railroad's tracks, no property for the public fun
Keep moving to pretend to be or not to be searching for something, a place, a thing or a person
I ain't prayin' and I'm just sayin' like my daddy said, "Here I come!"  Oh my God, I was so wrong!
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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, February 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 AM
{  Drafted listenin' to @RareEarth #GetReady for link @ https://youtu.be/o3Z8NU5ImK0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FineLinesAndVintageWines

THE DEVIL REPLACED THE KINGS & QUEENS, DARK ANGELS ALWAYS WIN
Sprinkles of the backward slicks of burned rubber, back roads to perdition's final ends' old scores
Better than the movements of Time and the emptiness of Space, gone in through the outer doors
Run into you and all you've ever done before we met by accidental, involuntary intent of the Jack
On a lark and a few million dollars of gold and silver booty, #GOATs take it all without a sad sack.

Spell this word LIVE backward and it looks good for Doom's coincidental jailbreak of holy mates
Foes of the One and the Many who must move ahead from behind whether or not you get dates
From the teens to the elders of great parenthood, the Soul is a rocket-ship full of fool's fuel, genius
Yet, not only do you lack blind faith in the unknown but also you require O2 air on Earth breaths.

Created from an absolute, a nugatory, the rest is what it is without me here, now dive, dive, dive
Remedy for all that might be leading to the place in Space where my sweet love leads, by the sea
Reconnoitered in the Latin language, recording the good, bad and ugly who'll live & let me be alive
Last Cause of the Final Effect, beyond the Good, the Bad & the Uglier than you, twilight zone Tea.

No sagas from the past I never lived in, I wouldn't do any story justice other than my own you see
I've been filling in the blank spots before my conception & during my unconscious somnambulism
Comfort zone near pretty girls, marry them & let them move away from the only good thing, me!
I'm just playin' baby, you know how humble I am, so shy, don't give me that cold shoulder schism.

Morning or evening is the same, love of ready to fight to my death for your safety, so be happy
Nevermore to fear the worst that can happen, it's inevitable and nobody knows but holy pappy
One descended from the head apostle not the jealous one, a figment, a mirage, shot in the dark
Utter nonsense yet the #Fake works and you blow in for the touchdown, it's a walk in the park.

Descended from the conquering hordes of cowboys and Indians, spirits of the all too civilized Id
Visions come and gone in a New York Minute, a fabulous display of getting ready rip a supernova
Nothing you or I can do about the future or the past, the present is come and gone cuz, you died
ON the OFF buttons and switches, ma and pa, test-tube or passionate pleasure with a welfare ma.

Hit the jackpot after I loosened my load in Reno or maybe it was Sparks but anyway, blue traveler
Emotion and rationality mixed up right there at the crossroads 'tween o'er here and there of Her
She moves and wobbles, circulates around the source of being and cannot become independent
Nobody is free of egg One, source of your break to see even an iota, a squirt of twilight ZaZen.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, February 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while grabbin' ZZZZZZ's & awakening in a thick fog of uncertainty where the originality is the exact same thing repeated ad infinitum, slow hands, cool hands, maybe sweet invisibility.  Listenin' to the @PointerSisters #SlowHand & #Jump hits link @ https://youtu.be/dbk29JZdl5A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#PullTheDanmTrigger #SixShooterReload

SOMETIMES THERE IS NO SPACE LEFT IN THE EMPTY HOLE
Grown in burnin' homes of the brave & the land of the freeform street urchins & royal Brahman
All dead and gone a long time ago and some of them not even born yet, some are living proof
Knives and the nuclear missile arsenal ought to either end this world or at least become a goof
Just like your fathers & uncles 'fore you, descended from the low IQ students, a beast's burden.

Forms from random shapes of coalescing electrons, shapes of atomic matter, cover up 208 bones
Inside or outside of the things themselves, tackles are missed and touchdowns made in tight ends
Around tackles and over nose guards, a quarterback's option runs untouched, into the end zones
Miraculous search for the reason why we keep on truckin' down the road to perdition, no offense.

Veronica & Betty are under their fathers' control, scrambling with the quarterback in a super ball
I know & you know the truth about you & your kin, your sisters & brothers from others' mothers
Perfection is pie in the sky yet it is the goal of my living soul, it is the source of pure joy, oh sisters
Welcome home to the warriors who know who they are, nobody but you could have done it all.

Becoming one from many, one way or another, death's theoretical Big Bang's luck of a gun draw
That's all folks get for their trouble from innocent infancy to the guilty for mortal sins' adult claw
It's a last call for this happy hour and you'll get no more shots and beers tonight, shootin' me up
All the way down, burned my throat & stomach but soon it'll be a naked ape's cotton mouth trip.

I intend no harm by the world's words I'm using to express the view I've gleaned from the heroes
In the books & in my younger days during this life, older men, braver men wound up as dead ends
Facts of life, father told me about the expressway to paradise, southeast, west to northern lands
Simmering that heat in your temper down to the low end of burn, misunderstood all too human.

I made love to daughters of the men who raised those beautiful, funny better halves of me, mon
From beginning to the final good-bye we had serious fun and no regrets for anybody bein' a tool
I've known nothing since day one & as if I ever did, I drink up, because it's over, have a cold one
Blood & beer ran up & down from soggy boots to my foggy bottom brain's parody of a poor fool.

I jumped for your love and then one night, I jumped higher than the sun, closer to a star lover
Hid the course from every other soul in heaven & on Earth, no reason just gotta keep the pace
My heart & soul feels nothing other than this stingin' pain & singin' pleasure, #Fire undercover
Fixed up from head to toe, Earth smellin' musk, holy bones & muscles, features of a holy face.

Lying to nobody & telling the Truth to everyone exposes liars, Romeo & Juliette kissin' to slaves
The lips on the face of the head above the body & in love with the sight & sound of it's hot scat
Surf's up & the beach is full of bodies in the sand, bikinis fallin' in love with smilin' @Q's waves
We were so happy to be cops & robbers, good guys & bad guys who sell the bloody, the blue tat.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, February 8th, 2021 A.D. @ 9:11 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Audioslave #ShowMeHowToLive on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vVXIK1xCRpY?list=RDvVXIK1xCRpY}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?