#MyWayTheOnlyWay #TheWay #ToBeOrNotToBeTrue #ThatsLife #SINATRA @Frankie #Happy71stAnniversary Ma & Pa July 2nd, 1950 A.D. @ChrisJanson #BeerMe

 SHREDDIN' & KICKIN' UP DUST BELOW 5 CENT STARS
Got a wake up call the night before last, you remember what I had told you
It was a dream within a dream like the one you're havin' right now, booboo
Callin' me out & draggin' you right behind me to keep it cool, my sins to ban
Smokin' kills the fire, not impossible, why blame the burn for the fire, man?

Cracked nuts before I knew I had one, dreamin' in a dream again ad infinitum
Peculiar like my conception from the virgin's egg & the inseminator's scrotum
Finite boys and girls turned into morality & ethics enforcement for us to trace
Blue or black, either way it's all easy to trace by the tears on your & my face.

Screaming up & down the scales, drummin' skins of treetop wood, holy wind
Babies came from love and lust, admiration and jealousy of others' golden find
Babes in adult pampers, gettin' ready to become wasted in a valley, apple hill
Cannot make it up, the fiction is incredible, the Truth is forever unknown still.

Symbolic imbeciles and morons running the economic & political social Tea
Inherited systemic racism, blue blood inside runs red outside the skin's time
Sweet as a honey bee reject, a sting remains, I want no part of a fool's rhyme
Yes to the sunny days and the rain on the track that makes the slope slippery.

Off of the cliff you jump since there was nowhere else to go, had to fall down
It was a ring around the roses, you were my glass of wine, I was a shade tree
Monkeys get stung just like the rest of the apes, forms & matter unjustify Me
OK man, you get no nickel back when you're all washed up down by the river!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July 2nd, 1950-1954 Anno Domini @ 07:59 AMPST
{  Redacted from sister JoJo & mom Teri & pops Al & #1Bro Al Jr. #ALL4RIP & I flung this out the #Cosmos listenin' to @Nickelback #LiveAndLoud link @ https://youtu.be/j2t7nBsH83A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?