#SceptreOnThePlate #SaintOfTheTaintedMongrelsOfHeaven #EyeSaidOhYeah #NeverMakeASaintOfMe @TheRollingStones gathered no moss here! #ReleaseAndYouWillFind #CruisinTogether

#INSPIRED INTRIGUE

 CANDLES LIT UNDER ST. PAUL'S OLD SAUL FIRE, MARTYR PANDEMIC

A BBQ this ain't, first or last time Samantha got me to second Anotoly's sacrifices

Sammy & Tony's 44th time though & I've got a lot of experience in aborted faces

Lookin' bored or excited, all the same to me, reincarnation's way is too danm hard

Knowing nothing about the first Cause and first things first, I evolved, I am a bard.

Events are what keeps a thing itself moving along from point A to a pointlessness

Ripped like a dagger slashin' buckskin until it gets the right fit for my expert finess

To the middle at the center of being, there's nothing there at all, it's in the middle

Marked for the illicit cowboys to take out to the stampede, y'all git ready to fiddle

There is no way to make the dead machine to anyting other than flatline sssss

What a snake the black mambo was and the sidewinder from the hills in a dress

Motherload out of the middle where the action used to be, but godson, I'm now Icy

Id sees disaster as I'd seed seas with salt of the Earth, more pepper for me, see?

Quit complaints there is no complaint department for you, it's all about me you see

Comforting to know you're in the mood for love when I'm fixated on a margin flow

Pain in the arse or in the head, it's all One for All & All for One muskateer, all me

Without you it's bad, without me it could be worse, it could be worse uncle Romeo.

Funk flows out of the wagging dogs without the tails, cropped to eliminate Pooh

Not Winnie but the wasteland of the breakfast of champions, Soylent Green stew

It's tasty & you can't even feel the medecine goin' down to the ground of sun blow

Waiting for the presence of pure love & joy to surround my souls, above & below.

Miracle on Chicago's avenues, boulevards and streets in contrast with the slums

Where the garbage and Earth's dirt carouse & empty the barrels of blanks & scum

I didn't know what I know now but if I did, you would know the timing is right, pal

I called you that, that's right and You ain't my pal, that's certain, you can bet on It.

No pal can watch the pain and suffering here and now & get away with the murder

Of human families and the pets they believe they own, licensed by the Man or Her

Youngsters get old to die, some of them will die as young as Billie the Kid, I revive

None of this is for me to say but I'm sayin' it anyway, God's good, saints don't live.

It's the nature of the thing itself, complete, utter nonsense in the cosmic bliss of it

In a cup that runneth over, my mind is indeed over matter, it's the star's black hole

Monkeys known as apes, white, black, brown, yellow and red wine from wind blow

Thinking therefore I am is so far off of the track that a dream within a dream's chit.

Compared to Nothing, this & that there are better than I deserve, my gods discuss

Shinin' on a blue-green growth upon the sceptre of Thor, thunder & light's godson

You get what you paid for little brothers & big sisters of me & mine, left in the dust

Same old tune whistled today, It's over when it's over, blackstar's BBQ left to rust.

by

r j j  stephan, i  { NOT @JohnTheBaptist }

c. ROCKTOBER XXII, MMXXI Anno Domini @2:45 AMPST

{ #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe @RollingStones in perpetuity inspiration, link to @AvrilLevine in @DuneOutOfEarth link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FellFromTheSky #HereIAm #RightHere #LeftSoddamforGomorrah

#SurviveExtinction #NoCanDo #EricChurch trending #Honeymooners & #EricClapton

ORGANICALLY PRIVILEGED CLEAR LIGHT, BLOODY MATTER

Bowery boys and girls have nothing on the Gaylords of the Northside of Chitown tea

Fighing & killing in a frenzy of the battle, a war that I did not begin to be or not to be

Or not to be, it was never a question of good, bad or ugly, just that it is & always was

Forward mach until you halt and go at ease from a parade rest, your ears hear a buzz.

Always will be unexpected but well received since the fear of death is shots of glasses

No lie in disguise or right out in the open, either way a moot point it is, all long knives

Long, long time ago it happened, the supernova heavenly bodies, burning bee's hives

For a honeycomb & ooze of the Queen Bee, sweeter than sugar, as thick as molasses.

Perfectly at One with a lack of everything right after the sensations stop, now I'm back

Then I'm all gone, I was already gone before you knew it, a whisp of wind I am blown

Back and forth, around in circles until the spin stops, it might stop here or @ Starbuck

Puzzle's pieces all together, the menudo is mama & papa creating, original sin to suck.

Opportunity knocked & rang the bell before I answered to see if I needed to react to it

A revolting development of the accidents that happen due to the Will to Power of chitt

That's everything inside of this cosmic bubble, an eggish humpty dumpty saga of God

Coming in & out of life to see what it's like to be The Created, without a clue, eh blood?

Drank & ate everything that could be consumed without being poisoned alive, no bawls

On or off Rte 66 just a dream's nightmare to go thru Alaska up to AK 47's Hawaii station

Old simple jacks & jills make the signs of the holy cross that hung the savior out to dry

Pinned like pinups get, nailed & thumb tacked, pushed & pounded up against the walls.

Flowing north to south, west to east, lookin' up & down from anyone's ego perspective

Om on the horizon for a suspected chance of love getting through to the love lorn dive

In a bar or lounge or at a concert with strangers you' don't know, in or outta of a dime

Looked around, they looked at each other but not at me, come on blood, coming Time.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER TWENTY, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{ Composted this matter while listenin' to the @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RollingStones & #FinalTakeCharlieWatts #Stones #Eagles & @MonaLisa

CLAIM TO IN & OUT OF CONTROL WOMEN & MEN, EVIL EVE'S OFFSPRING IS A-LIVE*

Content and the words which comprise those things containing everything's ilk

Your mother's great lap and warm heart are the origin of your feeling so good

Happiness, being ignorant of the species' struggle to survive, can or teat of milk

On any of the seven continents, slaves and master cylinders run the engine food.

Born to crawl out of the holy names they gave us at holy Christening, one demigod

Or a god's son or daughter as mother's Earth revolves & wobbles, cool Spirit blood

Gods rule the Space & Time you experience here & now, it's a humanitarian screw

Why are idiots & morons in charge of government mules, dark skies of azure blue.

Up in my hotel room, I smashed my leg & ruined my whole night, alone on my own

Got out of control for a moment or two, causing the end of origins. all my glee, son

Pundits and punks who ruled the planet's gangster syndrome, in charge of a death

Of men, mice & their micro-souls in the hub of cosmic swag in hot, Draino breath.

Morons backward toidI & snorom, each to his and her own, bundle of blue & pink

Love in the back seat of my dad's car or on honeymoon bashed in a Marriot suite

Funny but seriously folks, if you think about it for a minute, you will cry if you gogo

Indeed, the changes of the day put nearly everything out of control, it's a low blow.

On dark corners uptown, down sidestreets, at playgrounds, homeless' thrown dice

The manhole cover of a sewer blew sky high one day, the cap went up 'bout a mile

Up in The Chi where the deep water of Lake Michigan flowed but no record on file

Comedy and tragedy on the list, snake skin covered charm, this's my dream price.

Surfed with the alien and got left over smiling by DaVinci's scree to reveal a secret

Hidden above and below the chicken's pox and the rheumatic fever of angels' debt

Good and evil only because of being a proud boy, a proud girl, a proud spirit's gold

Plenty of Time left on the clock to score and win the game, Spacecandy, I'm told.

Rivers flowing and bringing the young down from the mountaintop to the seaside

Out of control, we all gotta go with the flow, gravity pulls down, momentum aside

Game of the thrones means it's my king against your queen, I win in the End, sigh

Letting queens feel secure & confident 'til the final blow, locked in mate, we high?

Where's my angel's food?  Mama's angry & I am well out on the Bridge to Babylon

Invisible feathers grown out of my headress, a war bonnet for the minions' godson

Like gold and diamonds in the treasure chest, sparkling in the darkness, holy scat

Funk accumulated wasted Time for Reason, Space Supernova of One, blown stat.

Heart drained of blood & soul devolved into an amorphous will of raw power charm

In & out of the light, back & forth to the dark dead of empty night, dark side's home

Philadelphia to San Diego, the trophy wives flow from high school to the workplace

Workin' for the others to get what the others left over from black leather and lace.

Words form the idea & the thought is the thing itself, naked, unbridled out of mind

Matter is what it is that you've got to get over, mind over matter, release the hound

Come on with us to the end where the beginning will never be, as it is it will be all

From mud, blood & beer in the halls of Montezuma, my god, I meant to be the ball.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 PM

{ Keep rockin' the LIVE 1997 A,D, @RollingStones #OutOfControlTrain in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

*SurferGirl & Mona Lisa header