#FleetwoodMac #CyclicDefacation #MoneyIsEverything #GoldIsTheGoal #ThisWorldsAGhetto? #ComeOnMan @SundayFleetwoodEnding #LiveInBoston1970 & @SensaiBruceLee #AHO

OUTLAWS WILL PINATA YA DOWN @ THE BORDER

There were those days and nights that moved quickly across your mind's third eye's blame game

In the end, final gasp is all you get baby, there's no Time after Time stops, well ain't that a shame

Well of course that's your victory over an unwinnable battle 'tween elements & some alien DNA

Before we become as old as a decade, the program is downloaded into our metal/flesh for a day.

Then all Hades breaks loose, once the reproduction function rises to the fore, snots of yo' mama

Your pops may have been either alive & always workin' at a gig for bucks or an ol' dead beat papa

Dreams of the #Woke are significant because most of them were bastard babies of unwed kinfolk

It ain't their fault of their birth but once they arrive, must abide by law or go to the GAOL to soak.

You don't know like I know the thing itself, you know the thing, other than nothing it's everything

Lights on inside of the darkness on the edges of your ancestral badlands, flat, treeless in Sing Sing

Or another fine establishment of iron & cement, hiding aberrant human DNA/RNA star's disasters

Divine creation, imperfectly concocted out of atomic fusion and fission, a dream within daymares.

It could be worse, Uncle Romeo used to say once Juliette ran off with the teacher's grand Mama

There may have been a dozen children introduced into the gene pool of 32 chromosomes from Ra

Or else there's just the fortune of accident, All of the things in all the right places at the right time

Of Earth both above and below it, we've probed and found Nothing to be the boss of slime mime.

Hand signals and body language with your mouth shut, on terms with the unknown, dead & gone

On a light ray zooming in & out of the way of speeding metal and flesh, until the dead end's done

Better days & nights were conceived and will by divine law be deceived just to swap asteroid spit

You, I and the rest of the #pool will speak no more in the four cornered room of a grave's hotpit.

It's against the law to be out of synchronicity, if you want to do it, just do it, y'all know God died

If you do not do unto others like you'd want them to treat you then you will be hanged or fried

Truth being that we've become the ones we thought we'd never be, the last ones on the planet

When we're gone, it's over when it's over, testosterone & progesterone atrophied, paid the debt.

From way above and below this world of ghettos and castles, nothing can be seen without eyes

We have them and still can't see the point of no return, it's a mystery, an unknown value of Pi

Yet on the other hand, there wasn't even the first hand information, it's an educated prediction

Where YOU were before you became conscious is the main pursuit lost and found, ad infinitum.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 6-6-2021 @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted with a buzz or screech in my mind, in my brain's drowning & listenin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto (1972) link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U & @FleetwoodMacLIVEinBoston (1970) link @ https://youtu.be/JHKGsUegUMk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SacToMontereyExpress #SlowBoatToPacGrove #LifesTooShort @HallOatsBirch

 

CHAKRA-CHARADES GAME TIME'S COME, SPACE IS NIGH
So you and I are on the same page, above & below your self, hot behind or ahead mode
In the facts of life you're a perfect mark for someone who loves to be a @Patsy, a toad
Doin' everything possible to please but not, stubbing your toe to freeze heaven's EZ riff
Of mice and men who crawl, burrow and in the end perish of Time in Space, One's gift!

Monks are silent, priests become pacified and violent depending on the pain in a big toe
A smack, a tortured bleeder of the maximum and minimum of the gods, divinity's autotroph
Bums and junk injectors due to the nature of the zoo beasts out and about, amongst us all
We are them in a NYC minute, you ain't dirty you just have no home, no shower for the Ball.

Monks and monkeys all one and the same, praying for rice and water to survive the holocaust
Of being alive on Earth during the wobbling revolution & orbit around some star up in flames
Magazines and books hold the Word, a multiplicity of split infinitives from the mind of a Boss
In charge of you, yours and mine but not me, I resist ocean absorption, let them eat sea moss.

Inside of you, outside of you, you are not there!  Lost in Space or out of the cosmic mind soup
DNA hodge-podge of intent or accident, unidentified walking subject, an UWS foil for the UFO
Minced meat is the dead animal flesh with seasons from the smell-good spice concoction loop
It's down feathers and grounded up pelican beaks for the magic man, air's Force I can't stop.

Inside of the fire pit, the descending into the deep hole causes the unconscious to flowertop
Mothers and absentee fathers who were broken by the AFDC clamp in my duodenum's flop
Nothing more and nothing even less than zero remains to be seen, no herd of schooling fish
To net or hook on the triple trouble points of a triad, good, bad and ugly, apes baited a wish.

Whether you have lived a good or a bad life from your first to your last gasp, you'll benefit
Most souls can NEVER be born on Earth, you and I found fortune in the accidental bull spitt
Gold from the leftover lead from burned out Chevrolets and Fords, here & now my badness
Behavior from labor pain, constant reminder of One banged big toe in a T-bone of sadness.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *oHBoyiTSoNmAN
c.  Samedhi, June 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST #ButWhy?
{ NEVER to be more than One, drafted listenin' to 8' & 8" of 7 CHAKRAS HEALING, AURA REBOOT BALANCE ALIGNMENT on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4dNTyI14f2E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#TimeInSpace #EmptyHeadstart #MonkeysDidIt

 

A SOLID BET YOUR TIME HAS COME TODAY, BE THE BALLS' BOUNCES

Get off of my cloud, it's #9 and it's closed for the summer-winter downfall

You are not going to be usefully used as an idiot on a moron's footing call

Ice gets you through the scorching rays of the unconetemplating boredom

Of monks, nuns, priests & fell angels agree, Nothing is a form anti-matter.

It's a given from the hands of the unknown, X above and below the core

We're one burned out star in the pantheon of dots in the middle of a bore

Holy up & down the grave sites, headstones hard rock until the soul's free

Dying to get into the places you'll never see, heaven, hell & the purgatory.

A girl and a boy regard one another, then one goes rogue, heartbreakers on

Full stop in the crosswalk, running down the Truth and Lies of a brethren

Measuring fantasy against reality, yours is not mine and mine's not yours

It makes a difference if you love and if you don't, it's a major riff, a curse.

Until my happiness flows to another end, The Ends, it's over when it's over

Miracle is that I got to be here one second, a minute or a century, Love her

Forever & a day, not long enough to get to eternity to stay where It won't

All there is if I'm not mistaken is me, myself & I, that's all I share or I don't.

Read, understand, converse with the electronic dots in a matrix, ignore me

I know ignorance is bliss so I expect to be ignored, I do not bleed the bliss

Bliss is the lack of pain and suffering, a given to the revolution of Earth axis

A wobbling, spinning place in space for germs, amoeba & mankind's tryst.

Bums and junkes jukin' the responsible worker slave group, leftover bang

From the Big One that just exploded & dispersed the atoms of the cosmos

Some inside me, some inside you and the others we know who live & died

Ignorant of the origin other than belief in Daddy, Mommy and a slow ride.

Taking, giving, shutting down for the records, locked in myth, a god keeper

Alive and kicking, up and down the freeways and turnpikes of grim reaper

They all know just after one last heartbeat, a gasp for air, it's all over man

Women cry because the men and boys die, who cries for them girls?  I can.

It's not funny, it's a bit sad but that's the way happiness goes, you lose It

When it's gone, you can't get it back, like a butterfly, it's got to have a flit

From one end of the root to the tip of the flower, a thing itself lives to be

A sun catcher after the darkness rolls out, is me, I am all there is, you see?

Of course you can't see that, you're in my dream, a character with no score

I can't be in all characters at once, it's just one at a time, only one, no more

Come with me to the ending, it stops, it's quiet, it's still true, about Timing

It's all there is, It's everything, success or failure results, It's the only thing.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday June 4th, 2021 Anno Domi9ni @ 7:77 PMPST

{ Frozen stiff in Space for the Time of my life, worried no more, it is not

what it is, it's what it is not & I jammed this while listenin' to #TheVoid &

@TheChambersBrothers #HITS link @https://youtu.be/hIqwzQ7g-Cc } 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?