LOS LONELY BOYS * SANTANA * SUPERNATURAL & SHAMAN * #ADOUMA

INSTRUMENTS OF LOVE. ROSE'S PHILOSOPHICAL ANOMALY
For the first and last time, the notes are clear from Do, Re, Mi to Fa, So, La & a rock sound
Ad infinitum, one and the same as the many...EYES in heaven can't see sound underground
From the topsoil to the core, this burned out sun called Earth is all we got left of my 3 sons
Wrinkles in your sleeve can't stop you from handing it over to the authority, one's hot buns.

Implication of taking a chance at the resolution of an irresolvable conflict, with the heat on
Hot and on the street of every city in America, don't know about the other six continents' sin
Therefore, don't ask me any questions and I'll tell you know lies, although come to think of it
Maybe I will and maybe I won't, it just depends on the whim of a moment that I see the light.

Sixteen to a hundred and six, I left everything I gained out on the street, what I got left, I need
Without y'all following me around as I gallop around the block with a hollow interior, I bleed
Dripping the effulgence of my indulgences owed to me by a power that is, not powers that be
Feeling of hopelessness and an inevitable nuclear option is the end of the line, just to be free.

You ain't gonna live forever either, don't chew know?  Just because you think you're so pretty?
Coming into the future from the past leaves one, single moment of a present unmoved mover
Everything in the game's rules and the point of the instruction is guidance to avoid the Void
Which is everywhere else but right in the source of Soul, Spirit, the Word, I am robot android.

Becoming one with a moment of one's personal conception of Oneness, a live facebook post
It's not because I said so, I'm just a messenger so do not nail me to wood or let the Squad fire
Meaning and incomprehensibility are what I'm talking 'bout, I get the last mumbled word, sire
Pilgrims and scientists cracked atomic fission & fusion, naming a father, son & one holy ghost.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1500 hrs PST
{ Matter, Energy, me & with or without you, it's a matter of Time in Space, mortality with hope of immortality of a non-chemical body without DNA, you're kiddin' right?  Jammed this little ditty while listenin' to a bit of #Ozzy & the boys, @BlackSabbath #LiveInParis1970 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7rF2OSSDoMU }
F U B A R
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones 1 @LosLonelyBoys #BuyHerSomeDrinks @RunawayJune #LOWrider @WARtheBand #RobustBlunderbust

YOU'RE RIGHT TO SAY IT YET I DON'T BELIEVE 'IT'
All too common humanity coming apart at the seams, lettin' me become the iconic MRI mind design
Filling up all of the holes in the arguments I can discover in the lexicon, both on line & in a bibliotek
Writing may not have been inside of a cave wall but the meaning of the unknown is clearly apparent
Look up at night when the clouds don't interfere with your vision to see for miles and miles, godsent.

What in the bottom of the Earth's hot core are you positing, cro-magnon & neanderthal were #aliens
Disturbing to find out that there was no Adamic malfunction of the Will to Power or Eve's mortal sins
Compared to this & that of the normal, a day's frequency & wavelength of light & sound, now ending
End your surname with a vowel or a consonant will signify you're ancestry, the DNA gene pool O-ring.

Without history, I begin again but with the identical causes preceding the identical effects undercover
Never upset the apple cart, never pick the first apple, never admit your #FakeGuilt to a sheriff or her
Either way you lose since you just wanted to satisfy an ego like we all do, a Santa Barbara original sin
In regular or irregular beats of the heart, the ending is always the same, a cardiac arrests the attention.

Milkin' mother's breasts until the formula is reproduced by Nothing in Mother Nature other than DNA
Pure essence of nucleic acid freezing in the arteries and veins, up and down flow into & outta the heart
Red or purple as long as it's not black and blue, that is the healthy color of burning Love, stare at a Bay
When old sol sets, it's only our own movement on the ground that changes the vision, Sun's God's fart.

I am the only one that will die when it's time for me to end the cause & effect relation to waking sleep
In the dreams & out of the night's mares, I shuffled Harlem to Watts & up to Wenatchee forest's keep
Rode a pony ghost from camp to camp, unseen, fearless pioneer cowboys of a post revolution breath
Monkey's shining from gluteus maxiumus to the thin lips of disguised, tooth decay, not food at death.

Bury 'em deep in a hole, six feet or more under the grass and granite above, waiting for rain to dance
Allowing all living to see the ending before it's over, pay attention to the ritual, the holy roll reverence
For one who's all gone as well as acknowledging Blind Faith myths, a narrow gangway to the unknown
It's a fungible token, symbolic pointlessness to the DNA movin' into SuperNova mode, apes in a gown.

Bums & junkies grow from babies gone to school to learn ABC's & how to dissect arguments for Truth
History, geography, science, math give the awareness that you're not Food for the Agriculture's tooth
From microscopic understanding a blind faith overcomes it all with the personal fear of dying, forever
Happiness is rolling stones singing songs & other rolling stones joining in, such a cost of long, red hair.

Of pirates with long hair. they will move on to all of the seven seas because land lubbers, it can't move
Staying in the same spot because they either own it or were allotted it by the Organization of a groove
This made in vinyl, gold and platinum for the sake of the almighty dollar, $$ cash is king, queens know
All there is left is the record of the past, seen in the future by those in the present presence, just blow!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June 28th, 2021 A.D. @ 10:10 AMPST
{  Jammed while listenin' to @TheRollingStones link @ https://youtu.be/kfORcR2VSbc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EasyLikeSundayMorning #SureSoundsFunny #ImEasy @CHICAGOtheBAND

 

GODGHOSTS RODE ROAD CA 49 TO SR193, I'M CRYIN'
They didn't want to, they had to, to ride or not to ride on 2 wheels, a '70 mopar coffin cupcake
Even if you're the world's best rider on a Harley, an Indian or a BMW, you could lay it on down
When you least expect it, someone pulls out and cuts you off like you're not even there apeman
It's over when it's over but you never expect the next scoot to be your last, in or outta the Fubar.

Function of the calculus is to figure the relationship between me and the unknown All, the holy
Inside of my own mind, in my own head and not outside of my 208 bones, I'm the One & Only
Judgement calls are the gist of the existence, how to adapt & survive on a hostile planet of mugs
Wheels in the black space way above the Sirius clouds of unknowing, a spastic DNA flies on rugs.

Magic carpet rides ensue for as long as the insurance doesn't run out, some people die on the rug
Last wishes for some humans is to fall to one's ultimate extinction of consciousness, gone to sleep
When you're not conscious you cannot feel pain and suffering, only if the brain works, connected
But in a collision with the ground of being, descending at 32 feet per sec/sec, not to be, undead.

I loved that & you loved that, we all loved that thing, you know the thing itself, come on, aw hell
From One cell, from a God, our nuclear familia spurts from a Big Bang's DNA, rung freedom's bell
Unconscious sleeper, lying down and still alive in a coma without any doctor, nurse's MASH crew
Assimilation of the idiot with the genius and you produce Adam & Eve out of a Void, cosmic stew.

Histrionics aside, I've got to catch a few waves at Malibu in the AM, be up around 5 past amiga
Can't get the surf up until the dawn breaks or the sunset flakes, either way, in a state of OJ juice
Gods underwater life can't be seen from the surface, it's too deep for the philosophy of dementia
Forgot about the subjects & predicates that were passive/aggressive given assumptions, get loose.

Two wheels, 1200 cc's, full tank of petrol & my saddle full of me, myself & I ready to ride, to fly
Up to the top of the mountains of Sierra and back down to The Valley of fruit & nuts, for to die
The doctors say I should've become extinct before now, yet I've encroached upon gold, it's done
For lead to paradise turns to gold, a fly on the wall knows, God's ghosts' summer wind's all gone.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:47 PMPST
{  Surf-jammin' to #BestOfOldiesButGoodiesClassicCollection @ https://youtu.be/naqqtuhHAyg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CONTENTSlove