#BangZoom #ZoomZoomZoom #DontGiveUpNow #HappyEasterSunday @PapaFrancis

 

GODS IN THE DAMNED SOUND OF DRUMS BEATING LIKE THE THUNDER OF GUNS
I got the message long ago, first day I didn't save the content, I lost it all, back to a zero
Really the time to go fishing but I don't like to kill 'em or eat 'm so it's a moot point bro
Prime time in the backwoods where poor babies are born to wealthy Earth tramp trash
Reason for The Way, humanity's random hodgepodge of collected Euphemisms to dish.

Burned in the crash just like all the other atoms of hydrogen, oxygen and Carbon Dot
Miracles doom the whole shebang, changing it all for the Big Bang Boom, so it'll  blow
Me & you, you & I, nobody else but us, all alone on the bi-way, Socrates-stoned robot
Home or away, it didn't matter because it was a JELLY ROLL GONNA happen DADDIO.

Luck is not just for the Irish, it's for anyone at the right place at the right time, it's a trip
To be or not is not the only dilemma, here's another, mother from a brother here's a tip
Boys and girls grow babies and then die in a box or just become the atomic matter gin
We are the people, the dudes and chicks movin' the shakes to rock & roll, all too human.

Beaches are empty of the H2O and a product of the volcanic inner sanctum, we're dark
A Dark Star that cannot be seen from Alpha Centauri, hidden in the plain view of a Void
Compare your moment before conception to the moment in the mind of a minor dork
Comes to high heaven & becomes negative matter 'afore Time's up, Space is an android.

Correct me if I'm wrong but I won't be therefore just forget about everything I just said
I had a dream in April that I had in December, I know it's the Truth, I am the One or Two
That cannot be denied, I think I'm a thing and I am thinking, hence I am, Rene D's dead
Billy goat gruff's where I hang, I replace them when they can't go with the flow, Hohoho.

I was just one beer short of a twelve pack & she took it, the last one, thought I had blow
Can't ever forget about that one, lost her & my last beer too, gonna have one right now
Dreary dream and the wet ones too, you wake up from all of them, then there's the sky
How the Hell do you metabolize the universe's top guns, Adam & Eve didn't ask G, why?

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  April 4th, 2021 Anno Domini  { Happy Easter to BELIEVERS & @PapaFrancis in the @Vatican here's my tribute to the Egg opening to Heaven @ https://youtu.be/9JB6oHLRmwE }
*Drafted while listenin' to #ThatWasAColdOne @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AWoman #AMan = AMerica Allman, Dylan, Scaggs, Allmans

 

 

WHEN ALL HELLA FIRE BROKE LOOSE, ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS PETRIFIED GOLD
People get locked in tight when schools over, K-12 or beyond to the pHd for Molochi's minions
They pull tricks on all the best of us, alien spirits invisible to the human genome, unconscious It
Lost and found in the dreams during sleep and watching the Real turn to the Fake before a chit
Flickin' the lint off of my sweater and swattin' flys on the screen door, I used to care who wins.

I don't worry about it while I drink me champagne and smoke the Bermuda Triangle's bud-buddies
From the first day the eyes were opened to the solar light, we merged with the presence of blow
Who I am you won't know 'til your final heartbeats, you may not believe it but life's gonna cease
Function of some equations are useful and some are harbingers of Nothing at all, equality's zero.

Wild as the day I was born, crying about the situational change, it's First caused, we're the effect
Moving the dreary mountain back into the deep, blue sea so that getting uptight is doom, a seize
Nothing left when it's all over, you know what it's like to lose a game, take a CoVid19 shot wreck
Asymptomatic allergies to life and death, who knew that a virus could kill the man & the species?

Gone before it was a time to go to a wake and a funeral for a stuffed brother's sister, I'm all gone
Nothing left before or after my trip around this unwelcome and uncaused system of the damned
We know nothing, thinkin' that's enough for the inquiry, got to get some sleep & forget it, son
Awake, woke, still in a deep somnambolistic termination of a trip, a mind can't stand to be dead.

Wheelin' my girls down the street in my station wagon, '60 Chevy turquoise blue, Mother of Fawk
On and off for the next 60 years up until 2020, I drove many & paid off some out of the Joints
Things really have changed since back in the day when the words of teenagers were moot points
Today and tomorrow, they are no longer educated in the warehouses of the public square folk.

Lyin' with the dogs in the junkyard is not a problem, since I'm in charge of all the junk, lost jazz
Is it beer thirty yet?  I walked over 40 miles on the backroads in the Bayou and came back too
Gator country is not friendly not to mention Cajun cuisine that sideburns the toes with pizzazz
Hurting deep down in wee bones, in the lead, there's golden cramps for a tramps, boxcar's flu.

by
r j j  stephan, i  { A 2 For 1 de jour }
c.  Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 6:66 PMPST
{  Locked in tight to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged @WonderBoys soudtrack, @CurtisHanson Academy Award #BestSongfromAMotionPicture kn 2001!  Link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo  }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeopleAreNOTcrazy #ItsJustMe #InsaneInTheMembrane

FOR, WHAT IT IS is NOT WORTH A THING, JUST AWAKENED to NO THINGS
You must be kidding for some reason, why I don't know right now but I will to see light, a hero
It's quite dark inside of the casket or the womb, therefore I am the cosmic dust of a blue moon
Funny yet serious, like the happy, blown atomic matter from the star above, the big One, sun
Common denominator for the equation is One, it's all over the One, itself one more than zero.

Punks mirror the images in the water and the ice without regret, it's a love song to be the best
To be or not to be is not the only question, why we got here for nothing is a solipsistic inquiry too
Yet the words won't explain the connundra, these mysteries remain from pre-Socratic to Trump
Now, regression is progression & membrane ends never justify the means, we are in the dump.

Where the star's above cover us in a blanket of mystery, unknown darkness is friendly to Nothing
What I am and what you are may be the same thing but we all return to the maker of the Thing
Itself can be a rogue atom, a thing like the first man, Adam, sounds similar, exactly correct man
Sitting down, laying down, tired yet wide awake, motion of the moon and oceans, all too human.

Junk filling up the yard so men & my women can hang around, alive & not yet dead to the world
Joy's gone, fleeting the moment it arrived, WE was all there was to It, big bad boy & good l'il girl
Old man roamed from the Earth to the Sea & found the Thing, you know the Thing, an original sin
Become the hunter & prey at one and the same time, to be or not to be is God's faking question.

Don't get me wrong but you know you will, just be there at the end but what the end is, is nothin'
Wound up like a baby in a wet diaper & no language's scream, too wet to see love of the vermin
Fools' assasins cannot be jerked around forever, we've got to have a reprieve, retweet tweet chIt
Function of equation, 40 days & 40 nights deserted, flyin' high allstars of a black sky's divine skit.

Danced to the music, drag raced the fastest hotrods to the bridge, I always win, just passin' thru
Miracle of the First Cause is not the subject of the inquiry, it's the creation that came afterwards
To be or not to be in the dance with the men and monsters who rove for fruits and nuts of birds
A final lapse of reason shows fools & chickens, jitterbuggin' to a raggin' roost, Time's up, Word!

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r j j  stephan, I
c. Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out early AM {due to insomnia caused by MEDS & THE realization that transitory happiness is the illusion I love so much, now things have changed a byte! }  listenin' to One Big Lie, Water Under the Bridge, Wheelbarreling by @BobDylan #PeopleAreCrazy & #ImLockedInTight #ThingsHaveChanged link #AllHellsBrokeLoose @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?