FLAME AIN'T FOR SALE, NEVERMORE SPRINGSTEEN
Now and then you faintly understood what I meant by the sacred sounds of a whole Truth
In the heat of the night when my hometown was as cool as a firecracker in a gas-lit booth
Money and fame leaked out the moment the breath was taken, from me and dad to mama
Melodies and rhyme never mattered much, it was the title of the tune, a magic word of pa.
Drove that monkey crazy, right up the wall and down to the bone, laughs unlimited good/bad
Divine men and women on Earth, settling for the expeditious and reasonable, alas to be dad
Mirror not even cracked reflecting a replica of the form's image, inside of the Wuhan bat lab
A little less of what's left is better than nothing, it's the realization of the holy self, need a dab.
Miraculous events of causes out of our purview yet they still light up an asphalt streetwalk trick
Smoked some of those ash tray camel straight squares when I was drinkin' left over highballs four
Then pushed the baby out the window with the bathwater, just because the hung wasn't a dick
Stacked up all of the books and categorized their substance, filed alphabetically, as it was before.
Eternity of the immortal is an assumption based on the critical race's premise that wisdom is It
Survival of the fit and thriving in hangtowns or gold standard checks to be cashed or hit to debit
Preening before the kings & queens, providing the happiness of observing a perfect piece of chit
I rocked the dream into and out of the center of Weed, California then retired in the nick of time.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 13th, 2021 A.D. #Trippin
{ Loopin' @EricChurch Greatest Hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dHlnBdpfJn0 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
Thursday, May 13, 2021
#SkinnyAsARail #RollinAFatty @EricClapton @EricChurch
#PANDEMIC #WTF #Nevermind now, #GTFOOH
#PandemicallyYourMama
VACCINATED ORIGIN OF RA, THUNK SUPERNOVA CHIT'S ALL GONE
Sinners and believers are from the same One origin of the red and black supernova gold dirt
Complex as the lost and found locker at the airport, long lost friends cannot redo a re-hurt
You and I have done it once to each of the poor high achievers of our past time dream events
From middle school to the graduate classes that animated the dead sea of ladies and gents.
It's not for me to say, my enemies and friends would agree wholeheartedly but surf's up
Hittin' the beach and divin' into the surf, boogie board below with a shark repellent gallop
Records and recordings ready to upload and download to the software's infinite gig trip
Molecular beings in deep thought about the nature of beings and their whistles that slip.
From the eyes of the babes that dropped into this world, through the pain of the heroines
Men and brothers of the fathers and uncles did very little other than harbor infected bones
To be or not to be in or out of existence on the planet or in another dimension, far, far away
Between stars millions of miles between them and our sardonic smiling faces pretend, I say.
You rule the world the moment you die and become morbidly decrepit, it ain't my fault now
Do not shoot the windows messenger or the facebook doxing of the good, the bad & the ugly
Our grandparents are either dead or will die in the next several moments of Time in Space's Id
All there is cannot be undone nor recreated from the Void, it's the mark of the beast, The Kid!
There was a mean and lean middle path which required being and staying a solo act of contrition
To be sorry for the world's misfortunes and still happy about the holy nature of the doom & pain
A scar leftover for a reminder about the open wound, a step beyond a corpse's dilecti bitter ends
Nothing from nothing left nothing before and after the whole shebang of Bevis & Butthead pens.
Bygones above and below the chains around your wrists and ankles, poor, poor you and me too
We are all white-bleached bones with red blood only when it hits the oxygen outside a dam foo
Deep purple ultraviolet wavelengths to the infrared frequency of invisible essences of nonsense
Zeus to Jehovah blue hairs walking tall keeps you as high as a kite, on a download extinction sin.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, May 13th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while cultivating warmheartedness, in sincere compassion with love to my brothers and sisters & their own kin, #ThisMeansWar #AllDayMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/coHUt4si8Oo & @BugsBunnyByte link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMZfCar-Ks8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Sinners and believers are from the same One origin of the red and black supernova gold dirt
Complex as the lost and found locker at the airport, long lost friends cannot redo a re-hurt
You and I have done it once to each of the poor high achievers of our past time dream events
From middle school to the graduate classes that animated the dead sea of ladies and gents.
It's not for me to say, my enemies and friends would agree wholeheartedly but surf's up
Hittin' the beach and divin' into the surf, boogie board below with a shark repellent gallop
Records and recordings ready to upload and download to the software's infinite gig trip
Molecular beings in deep thought about the nature of beings and their whistles that slip.
From the eyes of the babes that dropped into this world, through the pain of the heroines
Men and brothers of the fathers and uncles did very little other than harbor infected bones
To be or not to be in or out of existence on the planet or in another dimension, far, far away
Between stars millions of miles between them and our sardonic smiling faces pretend, I say.
You rule the world the moment you die and become morbidly decrepit, it ain't my fault now
Do not shoot the windows messenger or the facebook doxing of the good, the bad & the ugly
Our grandparents are either dead or will die in the next several moments of Time in Space's Id
All there is cannot be undone nor recreated from the Void, it's the mark of the beast, The Kid!
There was a mean and lean middle path which required being and staying a solo act of contrition
To be sorry for the world's misfortunes and still happy about the holy nature of the doom & pain
A scar leftover for a reminder about the open wound, a step beyond a corpse's dilecti bitter ends
Nothing from nothing left nothing before and after the whole shebang of Bevis & Butthead pens.
Bygones above and below the chains around your wrists and ankles, poor, poor you and me too
We are all white-bleached bones with red blood only when it hits the oxygen outside a dam foo
Deep purple ultraviolet wavelengths to the infrared frequency of invisible essences of nonsense
Zeus to Jehovah blue hairs walking tall keeps you as high as a kite, on a download extinction sin.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, May 13th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while cultivating warmheartedness, in sincere compassion with love to my brothers and sisters & their own kin, #ThisMeansWar #AllDayMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/coHUt4si8Oo & @BugsBunnyByte link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMZfCar-Ks8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, May 12, 2021
@POINTERs @MarshallTuckerBand #LeadOutYourArse #GoldFillings #TheHolySpigot #Newcomers
A SIMPLE MINDED, 3RD EYE OF A HITCHCOCK PSYCHO'S PRE-RECORDED IMAGINARY SAGA
From the recent and distant future, you'll see what is meant by the scenes of the criminal fun
Cosmic or just the planet's ash from being the ends that justifies it, it ain't EZ bein' the drone
A repeating daymare in and out of Time and Space, a social construct of the Twilight endzone
Pencil-necked geeks running into one another from the First Cause of mortality, pop a zen son.
Baskin' in the adulation where there is none, there's nothing for the loser of the game, it's over
No passing go to begin the game again, ad infinitum in a circular jerking soul of a headless lover
Monkeys existed and became extinct through no fault of their own, it was just an accidental riff
It wasn't my fault & I was quite surprised to still be alive, I died & went below the casket's stiff.
Down to the core of Earth & right through to the other side, I stole home, slid headfirst & scored
Won the game in the bottom of the ninth, the last game of the world's series of lions who roared
Angry that the teeth are rotting from stray carrion stuck between the fangs of mortal cats & dogs
Pain and suffering rules the world's causes and effects, pain to avoid and to initiate, sadistic gods.
From the recent and distant future, you'll see what is meant by the scenes of the criminal fun
Cosmic or just the planet's ash from being the ends that justifies it, it ain't EZ bein' the drone
A repeating daymare in and out of Time and Space, a social construct of the Twilight endzone
Pencil-necked geeks running into one another from the First Cause of mortality, pop a zen son.
Baskin' in the adulation where there is none, there's nothing for the loser of the game, it's over
No passing go to begin the game again, ad infinitum in a circular jerking soul of a headless lover
Monkeys existed and became extinct through no fault of their own, it was just an accidental riff
It wasn't my fault & I was quite surprised to still be alive, I died & went below the casket's stiff.
Down to the core of Earth & right through to the other side, I stole home, slid headfirst & scored
Won the game in the bottom of the ninth, the last game of the world's series of lions who roared
Angry that the teeth are rotting from stray carrion stuck between the fangs of mortal cats & dogs
Pain and suffering rules the world's causes and effects, pain to avoid and to initiate, sadistic gods.
Don't listen to me because I have nothing important to say out loud or in my mind's gold-lead
Grim fairy tale about the place in time that appears to be the final destination before it's caput
When you'll never awaken for more miraculous searches for the meanings of being alive dead
Philosopher's stone to taste and sniff, an abra cadabra word salad for the minions to a reboot.
Shots put many yards ahead, thrown by power and momentum into the empty gas, a rock fall
A happening without a cause to progress to the extinction's last gasp at red Adamism's apples
From Loring to San Diego, Port Angeles to Tampa, oneness in multiples of a Hawaiian Alaskan
Grateful to be dead dreaming being alive, being all too human or not to be just 1 damn man!
Cruise from birth to death, being a saint or a crook gets you a seat at the last supper round table
Challenger to every thing that wants to eat me, it's how I roll with it, you don't know like I know
Wormhole winding up being right back where the headstart began, chops are evident, miserable
Mixed the A's to the Z's and the zeros through the trillions of them, zygotes and neutrino blow.
Slightly stupid yet high intellectual performance when being tested in a vacuum without cheating
Always aces the exam because the pony was complete and hidden inside the windsor's knot thing
You'll never know like I know what the woman I have in mind means to the only one that matters
All 'bout me, chicken little's chief commander dancin' on a token cloud of divinity's blues, jokers!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, May 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1830 hours
{ Jammed for the trophy link for @RANGO on #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/70137742?trackId=14183173&tctx=16%2C2%2Ce1bcb76c-040d-4f0e-9334-b1e99e1a2d85-120873091%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_51594016X28X6548X1620864941993%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_ROOT%2C }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, May 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1830 hours
{ Jammed for the trophy link for @RANGO on #Netflix link @ https://www.netflix.com/watch/70137742?trackId=14183173&tctx=16%2C2%2Ce1bcb76c-040d-4f0e-9334-b1e99e1a2d85-120873091%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_51594016X28X6548X1620864941993%2C6ac22010-932a-4814-ad3c-af2ada820be2_ROOT%2C }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
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