#GodsLittleVictory #WarIsGoodForExtinction #EaglesFlightFromReno

 

MY TIME'S UP BUT IT'S 10:10 CHUMP, MY ONE & ONLY ONE'S FAVORITE OVERTIME

I don't have a problem, you have one and it's me, one day at a time & you'll know it all

It'll come to you before you know it, it'll be a moment you'll always remember, ez kid

It's gonna be OK in a few, maybe a minute or two later than ya thought, but it's comin'

All my friends died before me and I made no others, don't need the mate's blind dates.

Princes and the queens move onto the miracles of mirages in the desert, fly by nights

Dressed up in lace and satin, gone crazy in style like the middle of the time line, zero

On and off is all you've got, it turns around in a circle and causes a jerk , middle of Id

A mentally retarded genius who walks alone in the rut of the great Ones who left It.

The food to eat ran out, hungry for something we ate each other and the species set

With the sun that went down for the last time anyone could see or know, paid a debt

Didn't know the pain and suffering or the cost of the trip, home is no place like hades

But there you are in the middle of the hot fire, burnt hair, skin & bone, the soul stays.

Knowing it all means nothing to anyone other than the babies in the cradle, milk, sigh

All that changed from the womb to the darkness is the ending, ya gotta be alive to die

Yet you don't have to exist at all to be conceived in the darkness, good love or lust be

Undercover or over the table, it's matter & form, in time and space, here's to the glee.

Eagles fly I'm certain, shades don't help, aviator or cheap sunglasses, eyes' blinded side

Keepin' out the light of high wave & low frequency, out of mind and out of holy insight

Monkeys and humans, apes & sons of God's gods, Zeus blown to Atlas, down to Adam

And there was Eve just waiting for the labor to come and bear the new man, a Hu-man.

Giving all you've got to the finished products and finding it deficient and empty of Ga

Down & out stayed there in the dregs of society near the river rats & rotten scoundrels

Fires burned and water washed, smoked the trees and ropes, buried under rung bells

Nothing better than this, Joe, nothin' in sight because that's all there is, Nothing, Nada.

Heard all of the words that people said & read all that they wrote down in a booky

Eating lunch all by myself because I'm already gone too, out of a field & rink, spooky

Punks and junkies left to fend for themselves without the benefit of massive welfare

Free food and money without struggling for the keys to being free, a hippy longhair.

Spent all my love makin' Time with the gold of your mamas & papas dreams for what?

Reason hidden while you're alive & either free or indentured, bloody screams of K.Tut

Ancestors or descendants of you & I won't speak up after death, the big mouth's alive

Escape an open wound, infants crawled from a pyramid's musical plethora, hand jive.

Button down your collar and batton down the hatches for we're headed on downtown

Up and around the thoughts made by the phrases and words that'll often kill you & I

Or they may put you over the top of the pinacle of success, 3.14 death still remains, pi

Can't walk or run away from sunset, gotta go for the gusto & blow a whole God down.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Drafted out of my mind loopin' the @Eagles "#FarewellTour in @Melbourne" concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UiuuSFk5gnk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?