#NoTimeForSeargents #TheyDontCareAboutUs #MichaelJacksonRockin'

TUESDAYS ARE WEAK, MARDI GRAS ATOP OF AN 'OL ZAMBONI, #WOKE

Amazing grace's power end-all of the journey from here to eternity, you know what we mean?

It's the nature of the ignorant beast to go home in a cage & believe it's too free, i gotta be me

Yet, it ain't free, that's the way it is, I didn't create the Matrix, just reporting the fax, yeah man

Nothing to do with the actual nature of The Beast, a Truth so raw, double standard trauma tan.

With a forked tongue planted firmly in my rosy red cheek, i have one subtly bleeding by a byte

Predication allowed in one of ear & out of the other one, allowing It, Nothing to remain in tact

In a minor way, it's your own personal supernova path to the singularity, where the gods reside

Not my idea, don't shoot a FedEx courier, I'm gonna trace the package itself to the original hide.

Now then, being in two places at one time is impossible so, excuse me while I kiss a smoky joke

All on me, man, in God's forest ignition-fire consumed California gold, 1st nativity of God's head

Department of Forestry's boss, WE all are the First Cause bluetip scent of Ohio ice, scared in bed

No dreams, a daymare of epic proportions, consuming the sticks and foliage into Spirit's smoke.

Winning's all you've got to keep your intent upon, you know it all & you're no bull's spunk y'all

Simmering on the back burner because you've got cake bakin' in the oven, it'll all be done oncall

Your Time is up when it's up, nothing to do with the reporter bringing up the Truth's subjectivity

It ain't my fault your mother and father provided your entry, deal with it, own it, it's all your Chi.

Knocked out due to a shocking interruption of your verve, your a oneness blown out of us, me

In no way, shape or form comes the thing that isn't anything at all, it's a conscious Thing's Ends

False statements lead to invalid conclusions, the assumptions you die before you wear Depends

Orphans off to war, killin' another, atrophy of the genome, an extinction of species' Green Tea.

I've been here and I've done that with and without you since day One and I'll remain deadlinked

Other than that, it's how I would roll if I could actually roll in a #Rolls but all I got is a new sink

Inherited from my father in heaven, the DNA split in two between he & a virgin's roe incubation

Being before an atom imprisons an essence of Oneness, hidden 'til death or enlightened vision.

Green and purple are better together, against the background of void blackness, all is so dandy

Enfolded the grim reaper's job little by little but it scared the brave men paralyzed by eye candy

Desire and an ignorant want of being understood by the minions who are not worthy of Words

Either it's a random notion that appears from cosmic dust, paradise of fiddlesticks & idiot herds.

In search of miraculous happenings, much more than one actually sees, beyond war's love, see

I don't wish anything other than the very best to the good, the bad and the ugly, all of us to be

In my own way which may not be your way, that's the way it is, the way it goes, gotta be things

If not you then who would it be, UFO aliens?  Come on man, we got lucky, we die when we die.

Shallow and still feckless after the centuries and millennia of shootin' for the stars' plethora tin

Enclosed into the database's retrieval speed, responding to the incomin' and outgoin' daily gin

Drunken spirit wiggling a ghost's hardtail to prove that the impossible is just a tweet of a bloke

Thrills to know The End, the Truth's insurrection, a moment shared, logon! Zamboni, the Woke.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, August XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini #FarLeft #NearRight #RebellionOfTheWOKE

{ Drafted inbred, jammin' @ZZTop #ColdAfterTheRain link @ https://youtu.be/NmCg2-ea1K0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?