#DONNAdontKNOWanything #WheresWaldoThough ? #GotNoSecretsFromMyPsyche

GENTILES STREAM 3-D CHESS ALONG, ROWIN' A BOAT

Finding your guns are all unloaded is one way to find Truths hidden by the wall of fog

Bombs away to you and yours, you paid to explode the ground you walk and bleed on

For better or worse you can kiss my ain't that something, a tasty trick or badass treat

Compared to the origin of life the extinction of it is a no brainer, you live deal the flack

It is what it is and it's not what will never be, no free choice of freemen, it's in the stars

No linguistic certainty with you and I, I am amazed you can even walk & talk smack jack.

In the whole scheme of things, you can always run home to mama if she lets you up down

Keep keepin' on the same road traveled by the many since splitting from the mighty One

Manfred or Penelope run rampant among the stars' Earths progressing into the stardust

Where and When is not as important as the How and Why, that's the million buck quest.

You and I somehow have decided to be and avoid the not to be, fearing, all inevitably

A dream in a dream no more, only reality of awareness, of being without any body bag

To hold dear & cherish forever a moment granted to unworthy sap of a knowledge tree

Cement shoes an acid trip to the bottom of a riverbend's eddy, fish wonder why not me!

I took a poll & found a dream within another dream is the Void of me & devoid of me

Being two or more, a duplicated copy of the One is all it's cracked up to be or not to be

Question remains begged, answers from reason and logic formulate the thing itself, kiss

The sky or the lips of the loved, both One and the same, insanity of solitude, it's obvious.

Penetrate the clouds of nine and the rest of the perpetual blues machines comin' clean

Up front and personal as it should be, as it always was in fact, before you became mean

You recollect those days my friend?  I know you thought they'd never end, world stopped

A day we'll gasp friendly finales, returned to rock's dirt, after the sweet roll, gods be dead!

Perish the thought that you'd be using me just for the nights to run, about to be the float

Just kept up rowing the boat, sang it a million times give or take, go row your own boat!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:00 hours

{ Drafted in the vacuum of a four-cornered room's Void, airless & breathless while listenin' to COMEDY of a ROBOT link @ https://youtu.be/s6e68f8NSEs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

MENTALLY WEALTHY IN STEALTH MODE, AD INFINITUM A H O, YO

SKIN & BONE IN THE GAME, SWIM TO CHICAGO FOR BULL'S EYES

Sheep grazing and trying to eat everything on the ground, feet were always right there pal

Beneath you, far down below the lowest echelon of the critters who roamed and croaked

No bones or memories down inside the holy hole in Space, Nothing is there, that is All of it

Rust and diamonds come from it eventually, like it or not, with or without you, I'm integral.

A literal moron & a figurative imbecile mated while incarcerated in a poorly concentrated camp

Monkeys with uniforms ran the yard, fenced off in barbed wire and patrolled by Barky Doberman

Dreams ended, doors slammed, fear and loathing ruled the world at attention, detention's lamp

Party to the ways means of the probing committee, fly on the wall says, can't do it, nobody can.

Exceptions to every rule if it's a matter of the lost time while spinnin' in circles of  emptier spaces

Never stopping to remain at rest as it was in the beginning before the Big Bang, homey of thugs

Lord God off of cloud nine at the five n' dime, across Chicago Av, down towards the corner's faces

Of city babies and their parents who raised them there in the muck and the mire's kisses & hugs.

As strong as the need requires, that's where I am, every moment, every day, thank my daddy, yo

One grateful man may not be a great man but even a simple man is good for a little ol' love song

Preferably the beginning & not the end of the Love flowing from the heart, as if this is tomorrow

Woke up this morning, I was not #Woke as I might've been if I'd not been dreamin' I'm alive bro!

That's right, I'm sad, blue and frequently happy too as it should be since it's being all too human

Born & die without any concrete, rational reason why, Space collided with matter & made Man

It's the history behind the narrative that we're lost in emptiness, stars are millions of miles away

You're origin is an act of immaculate conception in a cesspool of deceased, darkness of the day.

Sudden impact of light blinding your eyes & causing 20/20 vision of a third eye, eye to eye to eye

Spirits in the day unseen but behind the night, felt deep down in the soul, nerves on edge on nigh

Intelligence quotient beyond mine, genii muster necessary conditions to become a piece of work

Art for Art's sake, not for fame or good fortune, just for the hell of It, I came, I saw & did the jerk!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to the buzz inside my head, nothing to hear here, move along now!  ...& listenin' to @WARTheBand #LiveAtTheGrove2007 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackInDeepPurpleBlack #WhiteManNoise #YouTheUFOFoo #PapaRoach #MyOldenDazeVideoTopside #DoubleFunkJamz

ATOMIC KNIGHT, WITH BLUE BELL BOTTOM BLUE JEANS

Uncompleted missions always atrophy and reemerge into the plethora of the singularity

Beasts and losers will win it all in the end, they are all one part of the whole shebang's sea

I don't want to spill the beans on you and your schtick that rubs on and off so easy, I got it

For once in your life, breathe in, breathe out the burnt dirt and foliage of Earth scum-chit.

There's a lot more where that came from, it's a salad of a cornucopia force-fed to the infant

In me and in you and then boom, here we are and away we go with the cow jumpin' moons

Every month, it's a cycle of infinity's humorous nature, relentless, random pity party's scent

Alcohol flowin' in the veins and burnt leaves of the natives in an Adventureland of goons.

Up to nobody but me, the ebb and flow of the thing itself that moves without any punk kids

Just because it's a dream and you're in it, a character in the panorama of jacked up bicuspids

Orion or Isis didn't really care if you read this or understood it, yet there it is, quicksand bog

To see or not to see, that's the question from the history, a record of comin' out of doom fog.

Merry Christs never got here all alone without the help from above, ad infinitum, dreamland

Neverland is being aware that this is it, it's all of it so spend all your money without a care

Friends and enemies can't anything more than good or bad times, champagne & wine in me

Isolated in the smoke, so thick you can't see a jet fly, barely can hear engines cry o'er there.

Milky teats drip what I need, I am the One you've been waiting for, maybe I'll git on the bus

On the other hand, there's still one shred of possibility that the uncertainty principle rules us

Emptiness of the Void in my original concept of the creator of the heavens and Earth's sand

All stars shining from the alpha to the omega, it's a slick trick from a mad magician's wand.

Nobody knows it like you when you're down & out, you ain't gonna share that ol' suffrage

Boys and girls are gonna get it one way or the other, if not from you from strangers at large

Nice compass pointing Truth North, South, West & East of centers of our beings, you too

You ain't all that but you are everything and nothing at the same Time in Space, OK, boo!

Suckled on Adam's teats before Eve became alive right out of nowhere, like from a UFO

Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in, a New Edition, Rogers is out

Waiting for the answer to the question never asked, still and silent for the rest of the bout

With relatives, friends, enemies and just strangers in the night, Knights gotta find the blow.

To enter the happiness that will never remain in One place, it bursts with the happiness' bug

Infecting the cell's DNA and invisible supermen and wonder omen of their better halves' tug

On the sleeve or a glance & an appearance of "#StopEmbarrassingMe," I'm gettin' you blue!

Famous Amos & Andy, Abbott, Costello or Laurel & Hardy, man's death beds are funny too.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, August XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Drafted with my baby bro & sis present in the house, while jammin' to @DerekAndTheDominos #TheLaylaSessions20thAnniversaryEdition on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GH0IaqWkpAs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?