#TheMightyTemptations #Springsteen #Indeed #PapaWasARollingStone

FREEZE !  BLUES, BUMS, JUNKY CREEPS & GREEKS

Twelve apostles or chumless souls, hattricks & treats evermore, Holloween's so dumb

Jumped up out of the shell like any other nut in the bag, contents of RNA/DNA crimes

For you & your kin to be or not to be workin' it all out, nothing but The Ends of Times

Percussion at the tone an pitch to hear the backbeat of the animalistic fish in a drum.

I can't see the reason you & I fight for money since you have all of mine, go all in or be

So and so, in charge of the dream's content, a reflection of the past tense of a One din

May be a seventh son or an only daughter of only children, they are all of my children

Thinking that I am when I ain't all of that can of worms to lure the fish out of the sea.

There & then, here & now there's bits of evidence that you came & went in by & bye

Spun out of the revolutionary war of night and its darkness, without a ticket to ride

Nothing is important if you believe with no inherited rational thought of holy seers

But logic & reason hold up the banks for their golden screams of banshees & queers.

Played the horns and drums for the blows and beats just because I thought you knew

How to be alive and how to get over the facts of life without committing to the hoax

To be or not to be whomever in Hades or Heaven above and below this Earth's spots

Black holes or Singularities behold the quality & quantity of offsprung cosmic stew.

Out of focus due to being blinded by the black light, doin' the Rhumba, playin' a pawn

Chess' queens & kings who hoarded the silver & gold, it's all One bit of angel's spunk

Blown jobs and critical theories of the nature of things in Space with fine lines drawn

From senile elders & blinded faith of fog lights in tunnels & caves of God's junk trunk.

A faded siliqua of trouble and hard times in a software kill zone, a twilight of daylight

Becoming what will never be is the midle way, the narrow path between heart's fight

Sick & tired of repetition of identical reminisences of bizarre cultures' checkmate skills

To foster the species' historical relevence to the whole shebang, a little queen's might.

Poor man and rich man lookin' for any father's daughters who can germinate the crew

Common grounds of meatheads, potheads & intelligencia all to be or not to be bizarre

Of the all too human and the ilk of loathing fear, afraid of death's termination of slew

Seattle to Moscow, north to south pole between parallel lines & square's right angles.

You know you must serve somebody here or there, orphanages have the atomic blitz

To survive, the genome must reproduce regardless of the need or desire of a hostess

No cupcakes or twinkies with or without the hidden cream of the dream's transit verb

Gone into the purple haze and I'll see you in the dream, everlasts in ungrateful priests.

In the glow of blue moons with your mouth & eyes wide open, closing slow outta time

It is my fault there's paint on your face, your arms, chest, back & legs, a drop of dime

Plenty to be addicted to, a tequilla shot of being, life & fun, a desire for immortal sky

Monkey business, a barrel full of the apes' planet, grounded and checkmated, so I fly!

Ungrateful and unrelenting yet still a spark of divine turbulance from fat head bangers

Pretty yound and old, it's the Matter & Form of the horses in the race, unaborted eggs

We're all in for the party, blood and beer spilled & finally dried up drunk in a soliloquy

Nobody's listenin' to this here & that there whiskey on the rocks, kickin' it & fired up.

Will to power that moves unmoved souls, just being all you need, it is what we all will

For money or power of gold, all we know is whereever you go, shoot first kill buckshot

Mama & papa would have wanted it that way 'cause there ain't no other way, this is it

Slow down the blues to the key of A flat, it's not the melody alone, it's rhythm's beats.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Jammed with the best #Blues on #BoobTube link @ https://youtu.be/7ZiJxDolTbE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GiJoe #SchmoOfBlowBack #NotAwkward @EricMcKnight & @JJCALE #CrAzYMama #HitIt

LOST & FOUND A FAKE ROSE,  DOG GONE, GOD GONE, HOT PINK TWO

You came along one day out of the emptiness, thank the skies and creator above

Because below down here, right where we al are, it can be the damned of gods

Where you came from and who you think you are isn't important to your dream

What is germaine to situational ethics is ME & that you can take down to a stream.

If she love you you will know and if she doesn't love you, well you'll know that too

I will always still be asleep & just a con of the cream, foaming or flat, it's all there is

Everyday this world spins and wobbles on it's invisible axis, a day spends its live death

Urban flavors come into living rooms and then you opine on the effective bad breath.

Useful to become the nature of the beast, to completely understand the meaning of God

It's nothing you'll ever see but always attempt to fix your blind faith in the mind and body

Communing with the dead and buried, some even sunk in Davy Jones' locker or lit on a pyre

Everybody isn't seeing eye to eye about the same thing, it's all about the Benjamins player.

You'll get what you deserve when the days and nights no longer appear to your sensation

You won't see or hear it coming, you might smell it and then if you're lucky, taste it all hot

From the fire that caught your dresses and apnts with their skirts and pants down a level

Points and bases foundations of the elements, Earth, Wind, Fire, left spirits to be a rebel.

From where it comes nobody knows and where it's all gonna go, same nobody knows it

Whether you see eye to eye with me or not, you will discover meaning in the meaningless

Nobody's fault but my own, there's nothing to blame on any other being, in or out of here

Stalkers and the prey they mount and eat, just hunters with a bone to pick, just drink beer.

Blink and wink with same four eyes that saw the beginning of my world, a womb conception

Left the Void behind me and jumped right into the quickest sand on planet Earth, mortal sin

It's OK to be me, don't you worry and you'll be happy with your ignorant bliss, step in hands

Out of the set-ups you believe in there are some that materialize the things themselves, and...

It's a great wave of tidal proportions accomodated from your pencil neck wisdom to the groom

Know it when you see it since it's where you came from in the beauty's beast of evolution doom

Reat in peace with your life and death as it was, it will always be that way, presence eagle flight

Left it ALL behind, moved away from a copied product of the fallen angels, One darkstar's light.

Beautiful that the beasts love me for who I was and will be but not for who I Am, the One's Id

Came before and after the climax that only the gods realize when they plow through my kids

It's what they always wanted & what they'll always get, one way or another, Timing's everything

Farther you recede from the starlight the closer you are to the happy ending, it'll make you sing.

It might be a love song or the blues of the love gone home fo the duration of the game, no joke

Funny or just a sheer bomb of cherries & peaches, from Washington or Georgia, I'd be so woke

If only the fruit of the womb would settle down in the pit where the pendulum swings to & fro

Imagine this, you're dead now and you've been dead forever, that's why you're here & now bro!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 10, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Got a draft of this humane scat and put in the form of real man's poem, no girl or woman here & probably won't be until I find her, #SomebodytoLove, @GlennFrey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bgkWFrczwYs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BareNakedLadies #EverybodyLives in a #MadMadMadMadWorld #KickBacksForNobody #BeeTheBawlVessel #KeepItUp #ClosedTheBidenBorderKamela

HOW ELSE COULD WE HAVE GOTTEN HERE & NOW?  GENDER I.D. MAMA IT ROCKED!

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You may be me, maniacal but you may be a normal phenotype of the genome, y'all know what I'm sayin'?

I didn't think so, but you will by the end of this tune, you and I are on the same page right?  Let us rock chit

Simpsons are fictional and you & I are the real things, you know the thing itself, it is the Ones and the only

A mean man and a mean woman who come to your home, knocking to see who lives inside, comeon man!

Crypt I'm buried inside of cannot be located by the minds of humanity, such geni cannot be found in/out

The con is within the code written by nobody alive anymore, commandments & theorems of God's shout

Morons left over from the idiots and imbeciles who crawled out of muck and mire, proud sponsor of my Id

In the Oak or in the Sac, there are homeless camps on your corner, humanity from the netherworld, no I.D.

Karmageddon of L.A. & the S.F. baby boys who grew up hittin' & catchin' their balls in jocks & their tea cups

Nothing inside of the grooming of the boys other than, catch the ball, throw the ball, swing the bat, oh pups

Dogs of war came home and made grandbabies who camp in lean-to'z, under freeways,  a portopottez stance

Unmoved mover cannot clean up the matter and it's poisoning the energy of the Marxist lovers of ignorance.

Still the bare and naked ladies show their skin and bones, only to give up the Spice of scatological, holy Spam

Unmoved from the porches of the middleclass now, they come into your house now & take all your bad goods

Messed up hair, pretty faced i-Phones ready to take your icon away, pretend to be a genius ' college grad scam

Here, here, listen to the town crier opening ears to the Truth, survival of the fittest dolts, revolutionary broods.

Cease and desist all of your Philosophy of Ethics, cancel culture using Plato & Aristotle to annhilate a wet dream

There're many forms of a few important things roaming Earth dirt, planet just rocks stoned, it's how they all roll

Downhill and from the core to the  vacuum of intergalactic Space, not just this star's system, the All Star, we One

Seventh son or not, it's a dream within a dream as the story of Poe goes, props Edgar, nailed One to a cross, Son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER VIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/e097aQlPbjs?t=21 & @BrianMcKnight 2019 concert #Still & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/pz-iG1RS1L4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?