#SynopsisCrisisOfMiceAndMen #Monkeys & #Eagles move the Earth's stardirt in a circular jerk, ad infinitum! #FadeAwayFool!

 

SUPERNATURAL SYNCOPIC SYNCOPATION ON A COMMON GROUND

Why you stepped directly into my groove is a mystery unrevealed, ain't no clue how to roll

Oceans under the moon and stars, this is where we are, where will you go around the bend

A date that will live in your memory bank of infamy, a place in space you found, say the end

Apart and then coalesce back into the One unit of the vacuum's presence, holy black hole.

In Phildelphia or in Chicago, suburbs find their way on the edge of reality, blood, sweat, tears

In the babies and mothers of the fathers' dreams while asleep in the dark caves, a mind's ears

Heard as a buzz or a screech, day after day, twenty four hours & seven days every 52 weeks

Cheers from the bars and stadiums where the collection of germs accomodate the ass cheeks.

Budweiser and flower buds from the mutated flowers from the garden of Eden, apples in bloom

Fire and smoke within and without the need to bleed, dead bodies come from living ones' gloom

Seeing the blind and hearng the deaf and dumb, it's a taste of grounds of being, it is what it is

Common ground songs sung for the minions to abide by the Time in outerspace, river bed fizz.

Stumped but not dead yet, still movin' around in the tight spots I never saw comin' toward me

Syncopation now in place, nothing to worry about now with all of the ducks in a row, by the by

Before my eyes, it all changed what it was into what it is and always will be, cute dead star dirt

This world is my own, it's yours until I'm dead and gone, I'm takin' it all with me baby, it will hurt!

You'll make it farther than you'd thought, remain #WOKE when you finish bleeding God's dams

Altar boy serving up the bloods for red wine & body bread spread, to fire & smoke the #SAMs

Journey up and down the atmosphere's revolution, with or without the power, it's all over, past

With or without you the matter is identical, mystery of blown Space, connundrum, goin' so fast.

In or out of this service of many for the few, the minions do the jobs or the king and queen Id's

Final history has been written for the future to become what it always does, the history of Past

Rivers were wide, I could have died but I survived...river is still flowin' cold and black, I'm a One

Guys & gals look around, see what I'm sayin', what I'm talkin' about, stand on common ground!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER, IIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 PMPST

{ *Kicked out listenin' to #CommonGround by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/-HQcpmVefcw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SupernaturallyYoursAdInfinitum #FoolishPrideDownByTheRiverside @SticksGritsNStones @RollingStones @JJCale @GlennFrey

LET US COALESCE WITH THE MUD, BLOOD & BEER DOWN TO THE RIVER

<3

Important to know the reason you & me got 4 seasons, as Earth revolved

Balls of fire ignited two dirty balls & coalesced, my planet's malfunctioned

Humanity is the easy explanation for the chaos & confusion, ain't dead yet

We're the seventh son of seventh sons at The End of a royalty's extinction.

From an innocent zygotic conception of matter with form's MRNA display

DNA animated by a Supernova or Singularity within a Black Hole, The Way

Inner & outerspace remain the soul, invisible tool of Nothing but Air, to fly

Longer than hippy revolutions of '69 AD, got a slow ride ticket to ride high.

Hell's a concept of being detained in chains 'til death, can't fly, not 1 of us

Immortally your Oneness within, captured like the RNA in a seed's nucleus

For better or worse of the survival of the species' DNA, It we will not avoid

Cause of the effects you observe for moments of Spin is the almighty Void.

Four wheels to drive deep into the muck, to be stuck for the race to end It

No animated junk to forget 'bout, naught but ashes & dust you've become

Remember when you're conceived in lust, born in dust & die as y'all must

Naked skin on parade for the undertaker's coverup, why you look asleep?

Dead pan alley where the trash becomes the treasure of hobos & da bums

Living because a mother & father duplicated a genome's code, arse dumb

Fully obligated to be responsible regardless of an intent to be or not to be

Question It, why you wonder 'bout a soul search you're in, God, I'm free!

by

r j j  stephan, I

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER IInd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 8:88 AMPST

{ Drafted INSIDE of ONE holy UFO, in an infinite loop, created Nada-Zip 

#SoulSearchin' by #GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/GFdpGwuku80 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneInNobodysMind #RecollectYoMama #GloriousParadox #InTheHandsOfAComputer #WTF is that?

THRILLERS GTFOOH, FALLEN TO EARTH, GRAVES AND GRAVITY TOMORROW *

Creepin' around darkness that blocks out the blazing sunlight, a burn from a Goddess

Nothing else to consider other than mother and father, mine or yours, it's God's bless

Flowing deep purple, turning red in the sunlight, a vampire reaction to the oneness' Id

I am and you are what our neighbors and friends and relatives are, lumps of good stuff.

Frozen in Time & Space like every face and dream you've ever seen, naked or dressed

Purpose for the sensation & memory of the Past, experience of the Present until dead

No choice but the suicide that gives nobody peace & escape from fake fool's suffering

Without you here, there's still a now for everybody else, you're out of the picture's sign.

Why are your pants on the ground, since you're not relieving yourself, smokin' breath

You mean you're beggin' sombody to trip you over to the other side & beat you down

Maybe you think all girls love asps & want you to train their kin, a homeboy seed sewn

Mama and sisters, daughters, aunties and grammas doin' it for the brothers until death.

I drank a lot of wine & rye, low & high alcohol content, to no avail, God forgot US y'all

Nothing remained alive here, after the cloud of smoke blew the atmosphere, as we fell

In love with the days and nights, just being awake in the dream that's gonna end soon

Or later than I can imagine, kicking my feet back, firing up my stasch, dug the hole too.

Here today as you are & without regard to One's religious skid, we are bygones soon

All feelngs from above & below the belt, is what I've come for today's fun, y'all swoon

Meant to be before you came to be, nothing's your fault unless you preceded essence

Of mice or men, humanely unconscious, ready to gobble Earth's wicked omnipresence.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, ROCKTOBER 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2058 hours PST

* Planet of the Apes '68, the way it was, the way it will be, drafted WORD while listenin' to link @ https://youtu.be/pEhhQSzf73g

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?