#SINATRA #OldBlueEyesHits @BobMarley #Rastafa

 

RASTAFARIAN SWIM IN THE MASS, BRAIN HAS A MASS, GOD SERVES MASS
In #FoldsOfHonor, the riff raff sings of the days before they died in battle, too young to die
In jungles and sand boxes, forests, undersea of the oceans, in and out of Time, we're flying
Through nowhere you can imagine, the astronauts & cosmonauts & titans of commerce go
Come back here to home and being a displaced soul isn't as easy as they were told it'd be.

In fact, a new set of rules only for them, the disconnected from gravity, dead end's kids
Like a perpetual buzzing, hissing inside of your head, not a sound for anyone else in sin
Silence for the minions who've arrived by accident or on purpose, yet deranged the Ids
Psychological machines your grandma yelled for you to watch out for, automatic rockin'.

There's no stairway to heaven and no underworld of hades for the faithfully departed set
Take my word for it, I'm a baptized, Roman Catholic skeptic leaning, atheist, one free man
Not a slave to God, not a slave to men of any kind, rich or poor, lawful citizen or incarcerate
Neverland will return evermore at any momentus event, a Big Bang of God, I am the apeman.

It ain't your fault nor is it mine but the cause is still the Cause of everything in a dirty Tball
Supermen and suprawomen have no inkling about the unfathomable, yet they redirect It
Supply and demand of the controllers without identity, maybe one, maybe more, that is all
You will stop the faith, the hope and the charity the moment, the moment. . .  ah, shi....t!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, July 1st, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #AngelzGuidance in 1111Hz @ https://youtu.be/4GmHsFr7_3A & some #SinatraInPalmSprings @https://youtu.be/uApTZjtc-PM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

#LivingEasy #DyingHardlyBleeding #ZorroRocksAndRollsDonJuan @Santana @Zorro & @StevieRay

 

DEEPER INTO THE SPECIES' CONS, SPINS MARTY'S REVOLUTION
What we all need to do is, well, be the conscious mind & take a breath, chill, this ain't no disco
Your choice in the matter is the form of ghost you undertake before an undertaker moves on in
Lucky to have the species' members who make business deals to profit from the Ends of our kin
A coffin or a casket or an urn on top of the fireplace's ledge, where bad angels always fear to go.

In the name of the father of me, you and every other human form of being, that's the God's son
I am a mere speck of dust in the cosmos in subatomic form, Nothing is far beyond my ego of fun
All I ever really wanted to do in this life was live without pain and suffering, once in a while I did
The unbalance tilts toward the Will to Power failure of the singular ego I was programmed to be.

In many years of watchin' the four seasons wobble around beneath and above me, we will abort
A conclusion that's undeniable even by the dedicated skeptic who doesn't have a lick of faith cred
All of the assumed premises are absolutely true, therefore the conclusion, the deduction's it, dead
To you and I and every other rational being in the universe, whatever that means, Life's too short!

Humble without any expectation of Good, Evil or Indifference, I too have Pride, lions have a Pride
Monkeys in the jungle or out on the savanna with the zipper mouths who didn't become extinct
Everything that breathes the gas in and out, all of the things of all forms that reproduce for food
All of It is what we all are, cosmic relief of gravitational collapse, we're in Singularity mode, dude!

This is very old news & it means that the Earth has atrophied and has become what you see y'all
Countdown is entering the final phase and momentum of Time and Space is out of your purview
Hang on tight to something, keep your eyes closed and feel the End for One moment & then . . .
Deputy sheriffs and the marshals have turned in their badges, retired and gone rogue, in heaven.

End of Times has Earth in tiny chunks all still circling the Sun in ecliptic orbit, It Is All, too human
For the purpose of just trying to be entertained during one's ennui of being alone, a star, no fans
Oh mama I'm in fear for my life from the long & short arms of outlaws forcing two burned hands
Royal flush deleted from the lexicon, even priests & nuns know where I am comin' from, so Amen.

Taught me about the demons and the angels before I could imagine them on my own, un poquito
I didn't want to believe that there is something Unknown to humanity, to my brothers & mothers
Now's the last moment I will to power and silently voice my opine to the ears of the babes, sisters
Amazed at the self realization that I am the same as I was before my Ma & Pa concept, #eggricoh!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 1st, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 0830 hours
{ Drafted while listenin' to #SopranosHittinHighNotes on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/4nyPvjcRs0k }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#Creepin'Y'all #DeadAndGone #SheGotARockAndImGettinStoned #TheSnakesAsp @TheSopranos

#GO2CHURCH

 

SOPHISTICATED HUSKIES FROM THE STEPS OF HANS
Dogs in the House of Huskies where Siberians fear to go with or without you in the bag
Isolated the men from the mice and you with the rats in the traps, tryin' to hang the hag
With the comedy and the tragedy at hand, here on this plane of animated evolutionary tic
On the way to either the fiasco's finale or the shocked awakened ones' deleted idiots' toc.

In & on the subjects predicating the objects with prepositions, conjunctions & interjections
Cuban cigars and Cuban heels were featured on that prom night in '69, on a deadman's hand
It hurt like Charles Dickens meaning like a hero & a villain of the identical saga of mortal sins
On these settled contents, the oil rises to the top, the chaff sinks to One Void, a DNA strand.

You and I will both get what's comin' to us in the end, whatever that means, it's tautological
Means nothing at all but the Truth of what will be will be, #QueSeraSera like the Day of Doris
Sang like a sweet bird, recorded in the field of dream states where your godmother & God Is
Out of your mind and out of sight and sound and even the taste and odoriferous smell on call.

Between four walls, below one ceiling, upon one floor of being there's Nothing but ice freeze
On all of the other apes' backs the burden is a herd of beasts, an entire species of cro-magnon
In the burning, hot heat of the sunlight there is an afterburner I sense is overheated to seize
It's not your fault that you're you, now you're responsible just because you're 18 or 21, son.

Into the military, a steady job movin' up from base pay of an E-1 to an E-9 in an Air Force toy
Fruit salad begun and ended in four years, overseas for Lady Liberty and the ol' Bowery boys
Where the saps sink into oblivion just like the dead heroes and leftover bums & a cub scout
Simple minded grind is life and up to the bitter ends, let's give 'em somethin' to talk about!

It may not be the best or worst of things but one thing's for sure, it's the one and only thing
Nothing more nor less than what's right there in front of you, a keen smell's gourmet tasting
Food being the dead that used to be alive, plants and animals, let's be honest, we're #Pacman
Eating everything in sight, above & below to the left & the right, until the A-team's all chosen.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PM PST
{ #BookEmDano drafted while watchin' #EveryDeathInTheSopranos on YouTube link @ https://youtu.be/ZPKSP6IE3Gw }
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D?