RHYTHM IS ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT #DontBeDoBe #YoMamasAlrightAlrightAlright #ApemanSlowRide

 

ONE'S PASSENGER ROCKIN' A SLOW RIDE, OCEAN MOTION BY A GNOME

Communication between those who are not sentenced to live in the tower of Babel is cherry man

Nothing can beat the success of being understood by the One and the masses of sheeple at once

Go to the store, go to your mate's friends' dens and you'll see the memories of the elder apemen

Who randomly chose to fall in love with someone like their mater & pater, it ain't my fault man!

Don't shoot the messenger, don't pull your blade on me either, so skilled at the art of takin' verve

It's a matter of Time in this Space I'm in, you're visiting and we're goin' separate ways to a curve

It's an algebraic calculus of geometric proportions, at One & in an infinite, subatomic nucleus of It

What It is?  That's the 64 hundred thousand billion question, it's the energy, star combustion chit.

Gods never come home because the fact is the Gods are home, the Gods are all there is for real

It's a fact of life, my father told me so, my mother listened to find out too, it was Christmas' deal

A man was born under divinity's direction due to the need for being saved from a holocaustal fit

Bombs away, turned the entire rock & roll venue into glass beads of the end game, leftover chit.

Punks here and there, moving and collecting the product of cosmic, illusory perceptions, a dream

In a dream within a dream, there're idiots and morons who abide by learned disgust with wisdom

They will know who they are, everyone will know who they are, as soon as their mouth is agape

Last gasp for O2 & the visions of sugar plums, tap dancin' & doin' the Tango on a seedless grape.

Bums & junkies takin' it easy becasue there's nothin' more to do except take this slow ride pull

From the ground below, then above, then below again, leftover chicken bones & a human skull

All there is, all there was and all there's gonna be from now until infinity mends the black hole

Gambling with your sons' cache, all the rage, all mine, nothing's mine, rollin' rock mind to blow.

Discover it, forget about it, ad infinitum, until you remain constantly at rest, just like the One too

3 persons in One God, it's a thing about nothing, impossible to be coherent, deduced inductions

Rhythm's left rockin' all night with or without you, One's fine, rockin' all alone, One's last 7th son

Slowed down matters little, BABY, shapin' Time's Space, good-evil Gold, man, y'all a #NUG one!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Foghat #SlowRide long version in a loop, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GcCNcgoyG_0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HOUSTON #WeGotsLotsOfThrillsLeft #SevenHolesWideOpen @Santana @JoeBonamassa @BBKing @JoeSatriani #IWishItWasChristmasToday #SRV #SNL

STERILE, DIRTY BALLS SHAKIN' SUGAR & DARKER SPELLS, INFERIORITY

Montgomery's rouge tide to the edge of Tacoma's awesome Red Horde, unarm sortees

Crimson humanity has up & gone from the shores to ground burial under red dirt's seas

If you're a moron or an idiot, don't take this personally but you're either One or another

Friends of your wife, your husband, your offspring and the whole herd are o'er for BBQ.

Now then, who's birthday is celebrated once every year?  Yours?  Mine?  Gods?  Christ?

Who has the day named after themselves by their survivors?  It ain't me babe, a wise kid

Mouth like a truckdriver drinkin' tequilla in a cantina, where yo' mama stopped the skid

Your father abandoned you too, as God abandoned a creation of Earth & It is starkissed.

Bend over and kiss your hind end of the bone that got bent, backbone of the jelly fishes

Bumping into each other in the light or in the dark, same old story, I didn't see you there

Cause is way gone, it's all gone and out of foresight, hindsight and insight, it's outta sight

Monkeys, apes, snakes, armadillos, arachnophids do their thing, make holes in the dirt.

Pinstripe, buttondown, necktie and stud, satin black shoes and hot pink shoe laced Cons

Way it was and the way it will always be, to me, inside of my miniscule mind on loan too

From heaven above & earth below, it's all I'll ever know, points in Space & Time I'm into

Out of all people, black & blue, like any other divine being conceived of a seed, hey man!

 

Stop in the name of any Love God or a man or a woman, not a dad or a stepped on mom

Yet, inner desire to keep pushing ahead remains, One first thing to come & the last to go

He wrote about the murders that she wrote down in an ahistorical, no blood Uncle Tom

Miscegenation of generation leaves the reconfigured nation that appears, a job to blow.

I got down with or without you, I preferred you to the mountain streams, I knew it well

Awakened with your golden smile in my silver dream from California and Nevada's hehl

Still one day, you're gonna come my way again, poor & nomadic on Earth's faked liberty

Pretty & beautiful, killed by ecstasy in the GAME, scum and beauty of anthropomorphy.

Dancin' in circles, orbiting the solar explosions, the light thunder head to toe, jumpin' it

Bones for me and for you to move until they get burned or buried in the garbage's pits

Deeper than the honeymoon you took and never returned from, diving down to the end

Begun out of innocent ignorance, now that I've reopened the gash, I return what I sent.

My heartbeats, my thoughts think for themselves, I'm beyond being yours until The End

Jumped off of the bottomless pit's cliff without lookin' down, didn't know exactly when

I'd it the ground either running or getting familiar with the empty, black hole that I am

A Singularity for the cowboy inside of me, movin' the horses and cattle to a god's dam.

T-bones and capons on broke whiskey bottles and cowboys from the city & country long

Kissed when I'm gone right there on my picture on the wall, it's all that's left, ditty song

Horns won't matter in the fight, don't use them anymore anyway, all out of good times

Love light was shining brighter than ALL stars, then...and then...your kisses were gone.

Tell me what's on your mind so it will be on my mind too, I'll help with a happy ending

Nothing you can do can make me stop loving you, even if you stop & change partners

I'll still be the One I know who loved unconditionally, even when hate was topgunning

In crosshairs, words of honor, life, existence of a conscious mind's mother, Phuqurs!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini  0400 hours, Lundi's waning gibbous moon

{ Destroyed eternal PAX of this AM's mind & drafted out of the deep psyche's mass while listenin' to #Lucille shred by @BBKing #TheThrillIsGone & #IaintGonnaBeTheFirstToCry on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/UIM429YTrMY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EasyMoney #IKnowItsLateButWTFover #BetterLateThanNeverNeverland #IllTakeYouThereToo #ClimbOnBoardTheSoulTrain #NOWSTFU

 

TRANSUBSTANTIATION BLUES' NEWS

In the future when it is somebody's past, as it's recalled and recollected by hayseeds in the hay

Happiness is a given goal and the place we've escaped from, any mother's port in the storm, say

Monkeys and slithering snakes all got the message and left the homo sapiens who've gone too far

Which thing itself each of us are, you, me and your mama, man you're a DMF but hey, purple Car.

It's a magical Christmas in the ends, although it's a mere feeling of ending of one's seasonal fight

To be or not to be, your rational thought of subjects and their predication of objects in black light

My friends, you see me and now you don't, what's a friend other than someone who'll die for you

Matter and Forms come and go in the menudo of sensational, random collisions, all souls' la bou.

Conditional paraphrasing of 70 to a hundred years of experience, give or take, I'll just feed my pig

It's only a bank of my loose change from my paper routes and Kentucky fried chicken slavery gig

By candlelight in a blackout, from 16 to 18, I fried birds in 450 degree grease hot, deep gash cuts

As it should be, everybody in the Windy City consumed the birds like bears & bulls, apechit nuts!

Now then, is it snowing yet?  Just show me the pathway where you want me to shovel for entry

It will cost you five dollars and I'll be done in an hour, that's my fee and I understand, I can't lie

I hate shoveling the sky's mess, it's not my fault that it's on the ground, it's Jesus' & Buddah man

Can't blame it on Krishna or the oldest moslem who feared the mean, bad man, sir Genghis Khan.

If & only if you are aware of your soul's mortality and your blinded belief in above & below myth

Then there will be no more sorrow between the happy daze between your ears, a skull cap stith

It's as if the One thing itself banged a gong & then looked around to lock in a target, It's all gone

Imagine this now, you ain't mon amie, mama or papa, your mouth agape jibjabbin' on an iPhone.

Start there, get ready, get set and go to the finish line, the race is gonna end, you ain't gonna win

Say you're so sorry for your following your programmed fool DNA, it ain't my fault, my Sensai sin

It's over when it's over, whomever can't read won't know what I'm talkin' about, lightening light

Christ's mass of Blues never lost in Space, 2022 Christmas' empty holes, I'm winning a knife fight.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  FREEZEMBER XIXth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ #CornedBeef & #JalipenoPoppers in your Noxema clear face, seriously, drafted this while listenin' to #PleaseComeHomeForChristmas by the @EaglesBand in a loop, https://youtu.be/lFWe2aVrIbo & @GwenStefani & @BlakeShelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?