#BoomersStache @SteveWinwood @Santana @KidRocko @PatTravers

EVE ROLLED PARADISE DOWN, I LOST MY WICKED TOUCH FOR GODSPELL  *
Wiped out just like the olden days the morning after being awakened by the hair of the dog bark
Too much sunlight to handle with my hands & eye shades so I just keep them closed in the dark
Perfected after millions of strolls & revolutions around the blocks, around the clock 'til I dropped
To be burned to ashes and bone bits or blood sucked and formaldehyde to bleed forever dialectic.

Yeah you know, there's no mistaking the error, it's obvious and it's cascading into your mama fool
Paragraphs & solid chapters of the one & only story you ever get, your own so don't fogetaboutit
Recycled mental retardation and the intellectual illumination of the same old, same old shadows
Out of your closets and pantrys to bring all of your silverware to the table, it's Time to Eat, yahoo!

I went worldwide twice, flew around like I cared to defend country's enemies foreign & domestics
Good and bad times blew my mind, children fending for themselves in an orphanage, poor, sick
Left over little bastards, girls and boys of mixed race, Korean and American & European GI's silk
Sun rising and setting on the water and the rice patties to the darkness under moonlight's kicks.

My backbone slipped left and right, up and down and then a sudden impact of a hard down jet
Put me in a POW China hole, God hated me & it was a vice versa, but I knew it was all my fault
Responsible for everything from the first breath & on to the last, obligation to my DNA's dance
Never allow anyone to hurt or kill me or mine, the prepayment is immortal Oneness in advance.

Got hatched, I wasn't born 'til 10 years later but many punkarse kids threw into the cosmic stew
In bombardiers heads, just puffs of smoke to be seen and never heard but deep down, they knew
Blown to bits, too small to bury, too flat to carry and mothers with babies, back to cosmic rust
Holy conjecture is movement of One, become All you see, hear, smell, taste & touch, golddust.

If you didn't see anything that sparked your joy in the here and now, probably missed, now then
The thing you need to know is unknown but you still remain for the good times, rooster & hen
Paradise is here and now not when you have no mind left, nobody knows better than pops, son
Like I think, therefore I am, I think, hell I must be or I wouldn't be, right?  Another conundrum!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, April 7th 2021 Anno Domini
{  Drafted while listenin' to @SteveWinwood #RollWithIt in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }  *A Two-A-Day Okiedoke!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ElbowsOnMyCarBumBegginForMyCash #BringItOnYouMothersOfXXXXers *

PEEPO, PWACES & TINGS, WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES TO SEE IS BETTER THAN NOTHING 'NOUNS' *
I am not the One you thought I was, that's your fault, your problem not mine, do you hear me?
On a dark China night, you arrive at the end of your own verve inside your bones, you WILL, see?
Nothing appears larger than you and nothing is reductio absurdum, you dream then you die boy
er and Energy is all there is and that is gods or God or Buddah or Krishna or absurdly, my l'il toy.

Bums and junkies were created by God, come on man!  You know that so why do you pretend?
We're all in this together, yachts and leer jets and Maserati are the objects to move us to bend
Over backwards to see what's left behind to become extinction's sin, nevermore to be live bait
For the angels and the devil dogs who fight the good fight between the One and the Many fate.

Apes, monkeys and the trips of the plants and animals on this plane of existence, debts extinction
Mothers and fathers are our own, in the USA America or the frontier of Davy Crockett's coonskin
Calculus of the complex simplicity leaves the genome with Nothing, darkness between darkstars
A moment you live is identical to the moment you die, One and the same so be here, behind bars.

Not the iron bars but the wet bars where the slo gin fizzes and black jack flows among my crews
Inebriated babies in utero become the street urchins and the junkies who turn to bums with blues
Complex and simple, just One, not me and not you, nobody in a form or shape of bones or faces
Fear causes the end of the threat, lookin' behind and all around, it's safety first, to be in 2 places.

Scenario of backstage scenes full of cool crews who move the freight from points A & B to the C
Sound of the drums and the brass blowing hot air means we're gonna party and then go to a war
With me or without me, the deal is all done, don't blame me, the innocent messenger who crows
The Word is important but the fact that we're in Supernova mode is a moot point, divinity blows.

Monks in the monestary have the goods, kept in a secret place to pretend that death's not final
Go to heaven if you're good or nirvana if you meditate on Nothing but wait!  There's hell to pay!
A red devil angel who fell to Earth was put in charge of our human nature?  Who are you foolin'?
No way Jose & Josephine, my psyche surfed the waves & walked on the moon, it's a mortal's sin.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, April 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{  Granted the light of day from the depths of my DNA, atomic split holding while listenin' to #ChinaGrove & the #BestOfTheDoobieBrothers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qKYQNtF11eg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
*Wiseman had the power to reason it all away but he died anyway!"

#WeAreAllAsGoodAsDogFood #ALPO @GARFIELD & a homemade video you will trip on! #TheEnd #Homer & #Hunter

EVE TOOK A LOOK AND DECIDED, I AM ALL THERE IS, THE ENDING *
Gods of the monkeys, yes, I'm talkin' to the reading ones who comprehend the Word of #OMG
Function of your calculus is a final dot at the end of the command, sentence from a Holy See
Compared to what is what I want to know, if it's not this then it's that, brick a bract until dead
Multiplicity of your mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers all healthy ala consumed dread.

Here now, ring the bell, the break is over, get in there & fight for your life or you'll die Guy
Gals know the way to spin in the grave, never die and never live ever again, no immortality
Systematic editing of the narrative qualifies as #NewSpeak like the #NewDeal except worse
Forms and shapes of the atoms in terrestrial life in Space are random, not Divine drug horse.

General and admiral junk in the back yard from the dirty ash leftovers from the Nova sunstar
Find the keyhole for the poking sawed off jaws of the skeleton keys, it's somewhere in my car
Look inside your mind, nothing is there, now you've been enlightened in the Way, then ya die
But why?  Punishment or reward for Being Alive?  Stop it!  It's a God's damned Void, but WHY?

Common denominator is the freak you will never find, it's an invisible, odd bedfellow to posit
On Earth, above it and below it, the confusion is the contusion on the skull, your spouse's #hit
Thought you cheated on the clouds of the unknown, entered heaven without her, now it's On
Comin' to get me, after me. before me, now or later and even if possible, reverse my time, son.

Whistling Dixie when she ain't lookin' after me, it ain't my fault that my DNA mortally wounded
Enter a Time machine that doesn't exist, calm down like the ocean's effulgence, frozen star dirt
Just a manufactured, logical deduction from the ancients' inductions from fear of death's hurt
Future and Present cannot connect with the Past, impossibility of the probable rise from dead.

Know nothing, see nothing, hear and feel nothing, that's all there is, now you've nailed it upon
The timber cross full of the good points of metal tips, green tears have flowed into the prisms
Distortion of your movie and you will not know when it's over, it's over when it's over ya bums
Should've been good & less bad, ugly or not, the beautiful is a hook, on It is where God comes.

Jim Crow was never on steroids, the crow isn't even breathing, it's a dead chicken's nevermore
Lies in the millions will not allow the Truth to become known by the indoctrinated little punks
As old as seventy and as young as seventeen & all in between, homeruns of Colorado All Stars
Hitters and pitchers will have batting practice meaning Nothing, a Joe Biden #Series world war!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  April 6th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST   *HeaderIsTheMagicSpellYouGotNow
{ Drafted inside of the #Twitterverse, the master is baiting the hooks while listenin' to the #HITS @ https://youtu.be/1DYmgoij4FQ }  #YouAreWelcome
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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