#Love #Life #Happiness #Madonna #MotherOfGods @TheRollingStones #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe #FellOutTheSky #HeavenNeverHelpedMe #SANTANA @Carlos_Santana #Devadip

LIVING IT UP IN A GROOVE OF SAINTED SINNERS, INFINITY'S DUNK FUNK

Figuratively speaking I am not the One you've been looking for, yet I am what it is, ergo I am

It's not what you think, that if I am that you are not, we all are, I am the one called 7th son

Firstborn and stillborn, a human boy who would inseminate the human girl's First Cause ram

Deep inside the holy womb, deeper than the bottom of the sea near the Earth's core, our sun.

Without it we die, with it we cry & then die for no good reason at all other than just caused chit

I've got a lot of witnesses comin' in and out of my life, from Zeus, Isis, Jehovah, old God damns it

Babies live to get old and die, some make it until they start to cry & some wine down to the grave

Stickin' their boney arms up above the ground, hung over, down & out, needing a hit of the slave.

Monkeys shining in the darkness and the glory is within the 208 bones, they began in a beef stew

Cosmic dream lasting forever & another day after you die, lookin' in the out door & it's all gone

Drunken sailors and high airmen together make love & war the same way, battle axes are drawn

Swords & knives sharpened to slice bloody wounds of bullets in two, missed one, now I'm so blue.

Between the highness and underground, I'm just a sad boy lookin' for a happy girl who's funny

No gloom in the end with the curtains drawn, angels keep me safe and warm, wings of the sun

Came around in '51 & partied with the right and wrong crowd, crowned me chief of the crew

Absent without leave but I wear my heart out on my sleeve, it's all about the Benjamins & me.

Life goes on & on with or without you & me, it's a crack up to take a leap of faith into an abyss

But when you bottom out & The Ends are seen right up front, it all begins the fun again, clueless

As if you & I never experienced life before this time in Space's Time, maybe it's a 1st & only one

Recall the faces you've known from gramma to mama to ma Earth & the minions, walkin' bone.

Like you can't be kicked in the shin and feel the trauma of limping to avoid the pain I never suffer

Swingin' wide-winged girl singin' words to let the days go by & watch the girl cry, it's form-matter

My daughter, sister, mother & girlfriends, allstar humane women, drunk on vino, a forbidden fruit

Haunt my house and scare the daylights out of the nightmares, matter & energy form, let's scoot!

Bees sting if they must but they die without getting a point, live & then die for nothing's show biz

Something would be better but it ain't gonna be a necessary condition for drinkin' the Slo-gin fizz

There is no way it means more than that this conscious life of starlight is pleasure & busted moot

Whether hands are in pockets or spaces, heavenly body-spirits loaded with matter, it's a hot boot.

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Created out of nothing but #TheImmaculateCollection of @Madonna link youTube @ https://youtu.be/UstnMc__m54 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LosLonelyBoys #GoodVibes #TrippinUntilTheEnding @CheechAndChong #SickIsSoGood

WANNA MAKE SPIRIT MATTER, COME & TAKE 'EM ON DOWN TO MY RIVERBED

It's a matter of fact, my darlin' so don't cry, it all turns out in the end, it is what it is, so

Shreddin' the frets & smokin' up the E-strings just because you can, one's CoVid's in vitro

He tried his best to qualify me to read the E's, F's, G's, A's, B's, C's & D's sharpened flats

Pinch me to see if I'm awake, don't kick me in the shin, under a table down with manbats.

One or two octaves with chord progression & regression in One, prime cosmic pea soup

Chaos and order in geometry and calculus, assuming the algebra & arithmatic holy loop

Getting the thing itself by the actual balls, the functional reproductive organ, a womb

Not the insemination nor the momentary orgasmic dysfunction, that ain't love's tomb.

What it is can't be recollected by any of the living, only the dead know for certain, it's done

From the origin to the destination, the trip you & I didn't plan but animated just for the fun

Of mice and men and the other forms of bacteria and viruses, it's all One, shot no deputy son

Not my thing or anything like it, I'm a respectful example of the citizen with lawmen as kin.

Still in the early years of my troublemaking, before, during or after honor & duty Air Force tours

It's clearly the only reason I survived the past 69 year ordeals, just lucky & favored cool Spirits

My kin who moved the angelic body of the Void into an imaginary, a tone of First Cause detours

Plucked out the vacuum where angels actually #signed to go, too loud for all too human digits.

Monster speakers with towers of power punching woofers & tweeters with electronic stimuli

Making love to nobody but you, because there's nobody quite like me, copycats?  Yes, never I

Originally the sinner who was sorry but kept repeating the same violation, lost a higher crime

Mother & father came & now gone, left pure DNA to make more of them, agony's wasted time.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST

{ Cracked this out the skull whuile listenin' to @Eric_Clapton #LiveAtMontreauxJazzFest '86 @Switzerland link @ https://youtu.be/MQrxeTD_BEM #WahWah too!   & @SPIRIT #IGotALineOnYouBab link @ https://youtu.be/PsuleDJtAkI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HouseOfRuth #BumsAndJunkiesUnderTheFreewayTents #HomelessHomers @SammyHagar #LooseLosers #TightWinners #AllBadGoods #LWCS #AlreadyGone #DoneTexasWay @HayseedsAThing

BUMS, JUNKIES, STRIKES & BALLS AT BATS' VIRUS IN A HOME RUN DERBY, 9TH, 3-2 & 2 OUT

It's a matter of being grounded out, away from home yet still alive & thriving, a myth is as real as I am

Before and after the perfect game of 27 strikeouts to lead the league in being a perfect old God's dam

Nobody can imagine why bride's maids aren't all single and wanting to be married to guys' of fake lies

Until one moment before the end if there's a chance to reflect, sometimes we ain't so lucky, it all dies.

Your skin and bones infused with the flakes of snow sent from the kids in the hallway, they can shout

Not even a slight tap of the wood or metal bats, barrels are all fat with the pine & oak, to pitch a fit

On the way out of the park or 400 feet from home, whichever is closer than you think, it's all far out

Pretending to be the ball and to be hit by a pounding piece of matter, gives energy equal & opposite.

Coming off of an unreal journey from heaven up in here to Earth, all bambinos cry for mothers of milk

Teats to feed the infants without teeth to chew the fat and material world into the wasted days of silk

Faster than the atomic and molecular functions of the calculus, it's invisible as a ghost, One of Nothing

All of it or some of it is like none of it, identical to your chromosomes of cosmic soup, it's your thing.

Did what you wanted to do, knowing the Truth and consequences of keeping wisdom from execution

On a vagabond or a saint, you put your trust in the gods, in Nothing at all but a ghost in a machine sin

Disobedience of the command leads to extinction, you animate the wheelies & fly to The End of cliffs

In video games, you live lives of the finite who become dead & gone, a narrow way, no more but/ Ifs.

Appeals to the authority which there can be nothing but your living breath and heartbeat in a holy One

All there ever was and will be is right here & now, paying attention to your intention is my father's son

It's what I am because it's what I am or what, I ain't who I am?  Come in for a meal of dangerous Truth

Lies of the minions, errors of omission but I knew we were in a ghost town, #InAndOut spooky tooth.

Life here & now on Earth is all you know other than mythical divinity's dramatic fact of evil-fake life

Rain & snow are the fodder of fathers who left, abandoned children to a welfare food stamp bee hive

Stung all the workers children who never work, expecting bones to pick, others to feed my orafice gap

Aristotelean nightmare in the dead dream of a germ, annhilated mother of infrared pine, you're a sap!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 3:33 AMPST

{ It's always 2 out in the bottom of the 9th for me, as it is, the way it should be, drafted to the sounds of the World Series #2021 replay of game 2 between Braves & Astros link on youTube @ https://www.fox.com/live/channel/FS1/?id=2589c1288a3199528fa53919d803a56e }

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W.W.A.R.D.?