#Physics & #Chemistry = #LifeOnEarthInHeavenAlready #NobodyCanTellYouWhyBut @TheEaglesBand

 

WOKE UP IN A BIZARRE SPACE, MONA LISA & BARE, NEKID LADIES, BANG-ZOOM
Stupid is as stupid does, somebody blurted out the Truth in your name & you don't know it either
If you allow the unthinkable, you may get old & you may die young but it will be a dirty, rat killer
On the field or the court or the rink, the sport of the mask of Zorro remains all that lovin' tips
All of the rest of humanity has masks off, nothing to hide but a big nose and misshapen tulips.

Jumping up and down, go into the formidable monkey stance, be the ape of the grape vine
Wine to die for in bottles and carafes of tooty fruity grape vine blood, recycled water-wine
Simply the best of the hot fun in the summertime, once the harvest is done & the party hits
In @Pink or in #Blues of the southern Mississippi created from the only way to survive s#itz.

Keep an eye on the prize 'cause it cannot disappear, it's created from hocus-pocus, all out of focus
For the sake of all dreamers coming after you, write down the thing itself, get it all, copy's a must
You have no choice little brother, the older sisters await the Word, they hang on for one, last drip
Of water turned to wine, drunken in the safe with God's baked, thin hose of a body, a holy LSD trip.

The content was just plain old sauvignon, not cold blood of a savior of heaven or earth, oh my God
Or in a manner of speaking, the flow is an amazing bit of trucking up & down the freeway turnpike
Finding fuel in between the star trek of apes full of themselves and their iconic mythology, train me
Oh, that's right, they did, the nuns, priests, father, mother, my friends & hell, love me some enemy!

Muscle memory is in the genes or it's not, that's a byte of free wisdom that will be unheeded by all
It's not their fault because it's the nature of the beast to approach the impossible & go with the flow
Nothing can be done about it, north pole to south & all around the equator's underground nest blow
Among youngsters who won't grow to affect the tilt of Earth, it's up to the left overs who get the call.

A day before you die, think about the nature of being and why you were here to watch the world spin
Being on it every moment of your life gave the ultimate experience in feeding caged monkeys for fun
It's just the way it is when the funk becomes a soprano singer in a baritone world of mean, wise guys
Hung the good with the bad, they were all hung up with the meanness of hurting, as they were spun.

Mothers and fathers do this to their children and then attempt to blame them for deeds they never did
A hit man runs around killing everyone he's told to kill & gets away with the crime once it becomes hid
From minions who judge others before they've been judged, shoot & kill everyone who is out of tunes
At the end, Ends will be a challenge for you, survivors bleed to death too, idiot morons on sand dunes.

Here & now as Space & Time are measurements of your duration of consciousness' of days & nights
Forever and a day will be about the moment you conceive that the dream is ad infinitum, good fights
Reason and logic have Nothing to do with anything at all, random collisions of rock makes us all roll
To the rhythm and the beat just like it ought to be, on every planet, forever, in the name of the Soul.

Poles aligned accidentally on purpose by the Fear and Loathing of being left alone without parents
Godless and in charge, it's the all too human functionaries of mankind, the demons in clown suits
Representing the clan of fire worshiping mouth breathers who follow 10 commands of the Sting
Moderation to the malfunction which will be done but in due time, when I'm done with My Living.

As you lie dying on my front room rug that's never been cleaned, now you've died on top of the shag
I won't weep for you 'cause you didn't want me to, you wouldn't know it anyway even if I did you jag
It's a matter of knowing what's known & unknown, that's the ticket man, sing a song of a wooden leg
Pumped up behind the scenes, only the Sopranos die young except a few & my Mother-in-Law, Peg.

by
r j j  stephan, I
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:38 AMPST
{ Drafted watchin' #EveryDeathInTheSopranos @TheSopranoClan https://youtu.be/ZPKSP6IE3Gw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontBelieveMeForEver #BlameItOnLoveLust #ManIsNOTKind

#BlameItOnLove

 

LOVE STARTS WITH AN 'L' AND ENDS WITH AN 'E'
A dream within a cosmic malfunction of the Unknown, an Occult origin of our daddy's shelves
Where our fathers came for a second and caused this mess of the order of things themselves
Mamas feared the days we'd come unglued & give the the Earth itself it's due, runnin' dozens
From Mississippi to Peru, the pipeline of the golden triangle was complete, an isosceles' three.

Bunch of crunch and munch that eats through the mud and the cool breeze by my head blow
Inside the mind is nowhere to be found, the guy or the gal who made me, they are all gone
Never coming back that I will ever acknowledge, no reincarnated essence of Ma & Pa's song
Nothing but dead air & space between, like 'tween your own two ears & everyone you know.

Pink and aqua make it all a royal purple as the chiefs and queens prefer, an honor to be One
Many are the concocted philosophies of the Many, all done, begun as a daughter or a godson
Virgins from heaven are scrubbed and we've received the communion of the empty Void cup
No chalice of whining blood or communion bodies of God's daughters' all too human wisdom.

Age zero to a hundred, there you go again, one after the other, 20 people & 20 generation Id
Moved from one mind to another until the whole shebang passed out from asphyxiation, kid
My kids and yours all know nothing to begin with, just like all of us, they'll always know it too
Bigger than the microscopic nuclei that comprise the things, I sense, you sense a useless fool.

In and out of the country, I play country music and rock the socks off of my sweet darlin' girl
Written what it was I was thinkin' about when I was asleep in the dream last night, ah curls!
Hair to die for above a mind-set that knows me like my sister or mother, she's the One, pearls
Nothing better and nothing worse than thinkin' about being way gone without her, my world.

Funk inside of the race and you drop it all down to the bottom of the pit when Time comes in
To find what needs to be taken away from the preset and blown channels of Texican rock rolls
A Senorita living in Mexico or California just waiting for all of us to come in and find her, bam!
Goin' up and down my naked spine, expecting the happiness that's been here forever, a jam.

Gone long in the tooth & the ending of the story progresses from here to there yet, I will not
Won't be the One any longer, I will be None in my baggies & spats, my ducktail draggin' robot
Life of the tattoos on my legs, arms, back, chest and face, all of the ink for divine recollection
Of what the men and the mice forgot about, here today, gone tomorrow, free will, mortal sin.

Something to write and nothing to say, be the one who doesn't know anything, that I am One
Of movement and duplicating the DNA over and over again until perfection results from dung
It will sooner or later, in the treble or in the bass, music of how far heaven is from me, parsecs
One step beyond the last step is the next step into the menudo of playdough, it's all for #SEX.

by
r j j  stephan, I
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MCMXXI Anno Domini
{ Jammed to #KnuckleheadsSaloon #LosLonelyBoys @https://youtu.be/atuCez5DgeU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }
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F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?