#WadeThroughMuckAndMire #YouAreTheMire #CheechandChong

SILVER, GOLD, DIAMOND-DUST H2O, TRIPPIN' TRINITY!

Nothing is alive, there's no such creation that is a fairy, it's a fictional tool, pretend I'm a demigod
As if there's any moral imperative or ten commandments, ethics of the good, the bad & the ugly
Like you were the day you were thrust from the womb, always dark, never lit any fire in my blood
Mongrels and pedigreed merge for the return back to the origin, nothing at all to see here silly!

A climb and a swim, it's all good in the middle of the Springtime, on Hawaii's hot, emerald Ku'uai
If you don't believe me, I don't care but if you believe me, you'll see the clear light of a king's sky
No need or desire to go beyond the pale so just back off of the starting line, ready, get it set son
Around the last bend, in the backstretch and across the finish line, winner in a race of only one.

In trouble or not, you have to sleep and you have to be happy or else you'll dive into the red dirt
Muddy flowed bigger than I thought, riverbends erased for the raging current, a Mississippi hurt
Running from the angels and assuming that the natural Cosmic Void is all there is, gods are dead
Used to be one, than the many began, one star blown to smithereens, planets of divinity's dread.

More questions asked by the Many, praying to the One & becoming the Many ad infinitum pages
Divinity admits nothing, humanity deflects blame to the others including divinity, kiddies in cages
Hold your illicit genetic malfunction in check, no foolin' around married or single, population stop
Lies to kill the Word from the tower of Babel to the citadel of red barns, on to the boss hog slop.

Censor the thoughts that nobody can think or else the thoughts will bring down the gang's bang
Civilized in the muck and mire because there was no choice, children from foreign countries hang
In the fenced in joints in south Texas, what about the POPE, where's PAPA?  Bangin' the boards?
Kids sent by their mothers who knew that there was only one way to save them from warlords.

Father, son, ghostly trinity somehow creates a human female from nothing?  A miracle of stink
Now we're here, ready to be happy and avoid pain & suffering, avoid sadness & perpetual strife
Social justice and economic justice are two ideas that kill the Word and devolve the genomic ink
Quickly figure the resolution to survive on this mighty dirt ball's orbital path, Earth's a risky life.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, March 24th, 2021 Anno Domini #RUSHequaledTimeInSpace
{  I drafted this piece with nothing between my ears, an empty head-full of cryptic poppycock
translated into the Fire, the Word random yet germaine listenin' to @TommyCastro #BigSistersRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pRbyC-K8-5A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.? 

#MakinLoveToMeInTheAfternoon #AreYouSerious? @VanMorrison #KeepItUp #SquallBoogieWoogie #ShakinRattlinRollin #CheechAndChong #Gong

IT'S A MATTER OF SPACE & THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT A SQUALL

Dreams of Susie Q and Carolina to ya, blind faith in crystal balls from a priori mouths, cute rookie
Someone exactly like you sit where nobody will see you or call on you for our love's sing-alongs
Giving and taking from the inner secrets that were covered in velvet and silk, high sprung springs
Dublin to Miami, Rome to Sacramento & Fairbanks to Laredo, it's everywhere that it can boogie.

Most if not every single one of the human beings on Earth are gonna die in a hundred year of kin
No way out of this, we're here & now without a choice except for a suicidal, sweet coward escape
Playin' the boogie woogie, the jazz, blues & rockin' rhythm of the holy ghosts still blowin' a vape
Ships sail away sometimes and other times they sail in to my port, dock and resupply the cosign.

Gone in a second I fly & in a minute I'm underground with #FakeNews in a box callin' me to be sin
Choked up on tulips and roses for the last time, people got me in trouble but on the way, I died
To that higher ground I headed out to 8 times before I almost died, accident or TNT electrocution
What did I sing that night you said you fell in love with me, you tripped on me, you know I lied.

I said what I said and I couldn't say anymore, I played the songs, picked and grinned until dawn
When the dust settled and the sun rose in the East, I could see it all clearly, this was all of it, son
Nothing after this matters after your body dies, after your mind and spirit return to rolled stone
Tree line magnetic, graveyard dust is all there is left over, a hatchet buried in my 208th skullbone.

Played every note without a mistake, exactly the melody meant to be, never offbeat, all on time
Staged in a circle, like a jerk, to be seen and never heard due to being all alone without an equal
It's a hard job to see all of the trouble and sadness everywhere in sight, it's just a to-do list rhyme
Words at the end sound similar except they ain't, makes you try not to think, cryin' in a squall!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AMPST
{  Drafted this #hippo-masterpiece while listenin' to a @VanMorrison #LiveInMontreaux concert from 2016 link @ https://youtu.be/Q9rYW1UWkKs }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#StolenWatermelons #PokeSaladAnnieSocks #ThankYall

 

THERE, CHAMPIONSHIP RASTA!*
Here and now, we fly above the fray and when it's time to score, we go through the future, to me
Spitballs of It, a whole frozen block of ice full of Unmoved Movers, Time's Space, a relentless sea
It's the nature of the beast and the essence of the miracle that is, a rock of seeds in a cosmic stew
Boiled and left in liquid states of complex molecules full of the rhythm and blues of me and you.

Punks who had babies without knowing the Way to behave in a nest's eggs or hive's honeycomb
Your mama wouldn't let you know and your daddy didn't get the message, Love's a thunderdome
People change from an atom collision all in our minds of empty plaids and stripes, no stars here
Only One son, it's not me & it certainly can't be you, on the other hand, I'll give you a bum steer.

I knew this chick named Proud Mary back in 1966-1967 but her daddy was a cop & so he pulled It
Left his pistol on the table, probably unloaded to see if I was a maniac or not, final words he said
Told me she wasn't home for me anymore, couldn't make out with his 15 year old baby girl, then
Or ever down the road, never come back or else, I think he'd finish me off, rough guy, he is DEAD!

Kept O'Tooles out of my genome, rolled on down the Desplaines River, left a good job in 2nd city
Memphis to New Orleans, Riverboat Queen rolled me up and down the Mississippi, Air Force high
Couldn't get in and out of the chow halls more than three times every day, love bon appetit force
To you and me and everyone on the planet before and after I got here, you & I are intercoursed!

It was that UFO nobody but you saw on the Missouri River goin' through Great Falls skies in '73
In a second, smacked in the face with the unknown to be identified and forgotten simultaneously
Secret on the top of the food chain is a secret, it's why you and I don't know it, kept it very quiet
On hot days and cold nights, whispered words melt everyone, on the radio, on the iPhone, it's It.

In the groove and behind the scenes, left and right are lifted up by the leaders of the fagot packs
Punks in the groove and their elders in the rehab homes, layin' in the sack with a diaper-pamper
Nobody change It, who in this planet's rotational revolution wants to change moms & pops blacks
Tan, greys, clearly how you'd like your century old scat changed, embarrassment of a soul jackass.

What does that all mean, barking and threatening to bite because it's all your carnivorous loving
Wanting to be happy like all men and women who have descended from the rupture in the fabric
Drinks were never on the house, the dogs downed watered-down Black Jack to my golden earing
I played the concerts past midnight hours, tore 'em down to the stage's grounded dirt, I'm singin'.

I don't count on my fingers and toes, I do the math in my head, in my mind, in retrospect, I'm out
No reason behind the humanity other than being the lucky draw in Space and Time, evolution lot
At the end of the thing, this thing under your face, this body of 208 bones, Louisiana to California
All millions of the minions first moved and then they don't, girls, boys, great grand folks of a Ga.

Gators or just viral infection of the DNA's RNA, gotta get eaten by gators and then nothing is left
Eaten spirits and words in their mouths, a name on a granite stone and a random year of trippin'
In and out of the burger joints, grocery stores, rental units, mansion estates & caves' hog chitlins
Counting backward from One, you get to zero easier than slippin' on a slippery slope treble clef.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, March 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini
*HBD 'TRICESULLY POKE-SALAD, SMOKE IT!  SIX-EIGHT RADIOACTIVE URANIUM235