#YouHaveWalkedTruthBackToALittleWhiteLie #LiesOfLiars #TNT @acdc @JJCale @JamesMarshallHendrix @PabloPicasso

 

@Woodstock, New York 1968

WHICH SIGNAL IS THIS?  STONED MEN IN GRASS?  TO BE OR NOT TO BE

Crazy mama ends it as it was before she began, you count one to ten and go to blows

The happening is the day it dawns on you that you're alone in this world, just be woke

Regardless of treason or rhyme behind the high and the low of birthdays & dead bros

Rookies and veterans all bleed red, the blood inside is purple and it keeps you awake.

Pretending that there's no pretension is an act of war between the states of your mind

Calm and cool or crazy and counterproductive, your free choice to choose road bends

To the in and out doors where angels fear to tread because they're all living dead ends

Ape freedom from the food growers and food hunters, eating the Earth's fruit we find.

On the ground of being you & I, dirty laundry or just dirty boys' & girls' grownup kin

A bit or two more complicated than walking into a bar without a slim dime, blah blah

Now the intellectual prowess of the reporters & writers who bleed a bone's ice blood

Give me a jingle on my apple phone, gods would have wanted it that way, oh my God!

I forgot about everything I've ever learned about the dream within a dream, I'm #Woke?

Since the light shined upon the Void, this has occurred & will not be denied, ya bloke

Wandering until the target is reached within the bull's eye, centered for maxed power

Fox locks the keys in the hen pen without a way out, stuck in the middle, holy rooster.

Without the essence of the primordial form present, the Unknown Id of the A-bombers

Always there and in total control of the things themselves, form and matter, star's kid

From the sun's rays and the moonlit days, we came into a morass of extinct DNA beds

Hardy Mr. Softy drunk on sugar and viral infections, extinction is a 3rd rail, life is dead.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER IVth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Killer blood oranges give the living sun's fluid a presence, I ate nine & drafted this gem while jammin' to some @JJCale #CrazyMama homelessness' down by the river sides, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/ck39gC_l4YM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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#Alogrhythms #AdvertisementBewitching #LeakingOilIntoTheOceanOfPacificPalisades

 

COMING INTO THE BATTLE, ARMED & DANGEROUS, I THINK, I AM

In the heat of the far side of the Earth when it's cold as hell, meaning hot as a spa

A place only souls go to work off the sins of inherited flesh donated by Mas & Pas

Way back before them up to a nearly infinite amount of ancestral DNA, LSacid tight

Never is death anything other than food for the living to carry on the good 'ol fight.

Thinking about the things that came in the past, a memory to reference the remains

Of the mice and men who burrowed and crawled, walked and ran from hills to the sea

It really doesn't take a ton of confidence, hardly any hope, faith or expectation of love

To be or not to be for the majority and minority is One and the same, idiots are above.

Combined random combinations to open the private safe, behind the painting on a wall

It's a Picasso of a lady like a mess of a mask, to cover up the face of Truth, freedom too

A long time to set down in a room alone with a maniac who thinks mockin' nature's OK

On the shark's tooth, I've been caught because I was not deterred by the fish hater hay.

Eyes closed or squinting open to see the light from without & shine it within to see it

Through the slits of the third eye's holy pupils, there's a most important point of light

A plethora at the end of the line's angle as it flows from the origin to a final cherry pie

A slice maintained by flying between life & death, where you neither live nor ever die.

Without your presence I will remain alive in my own, as I see it, that's what counts It all

Being all there ever was since the Big Bang, I mean God's random creation of alcohol

Lie to me and never tell me the truth about what has happened or what you think about

I don't care one way or another, all I care about is that I don't end of life in self-defense.

Installation of the idiots & their mothers into the scheme of Nature, reflects extinct milk

Decent defense against any offense from known friends or unknown strangers of the ilk

I'm in the know of the logs, I know when you're signed online & when you're signed off

What's that mean?  Talk about yo' mama will you stop or you wanna fight me ya jagoff?

Quite a UFO you saw at one time or another, virtue of a cemetery where my gramma is

Flying into the current dimension of Earth's spin around the sun star, a UFO is just US

Coming from a place in Space where we've not been nor can ever become one hit song

If you thought your education & experience qualified you to know, you thought wrong.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c,  Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 3rd, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 PMPST

{  Slipped out of my psyche this AM while listenin' to #CoastToCoast on link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#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!

by

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.?