#LynyrdSkynyrd etc, etc, etc... #ROCKSilverPlatinumGold

YOU CAN'T LIVE WITH THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT, Y'ALL DIE!

She always kept the fire burnin', I let her go first, that's the program, so when in Rome

The gentle man, the good guy, nice guy, you the one that won't hurt your cruise, man

From shore to shore, sea to shining sea where the hair grows out of the barkin' sand

Bacon fryin' in a skillet, pig's points wavering on the surf, hung ten & I slid into home.

If you're not safely buckled into the seat, it'll be too rough of a ride for a weaker crush

That is a matter of opine and a matter of time in Space, random words boned up flesh

Mumbo jumbo mixed subjects' predication of objects make it, now dig it, trenches die

When it's the many in an infinite split of the Void, invisible to the freaks & a wiseguy.

Good and ugly so I can be as bad as the most beautiful gang banger bandana'd no find

Party in the covered-up patio, dog style or in mode of missionary, pedal down w/nine

Back way back, never to get up or get down with pops who died when I was baby boy

Bears and bulls came into the city ghetto, it's Watts or The Projects, hey matey, ahoy!

In the house, the cave, in the crib and wantin' nothing but all rest of fool's dues racked

They gambled they'd win and they lost their Jack, now it's mine & it's me the has-been

But there will be none, what I got is not what any one of them will get, how y'all doin'

If & when it's spunout of deep vinyl grooves, sweet California & Georgia peaches sin.

Buried myself underground, hid the holy bones of Mississippi muddy, it's flowin' down

Candles on fire, wood shed where my daddy told me not to call him daddy, no more

Who I was & who I am ain't who I'm gonna be the day after I die, that's all of my alibi

Blowed my ears in, ringin' since I was 19, July 4th, didn't quite get a cherry bomb clear.

Fifty years later, my headlights are still on and I'm locked and loaded for signed signals

Either up or down from here, it began in a bang, I began right then, whimpered catcalls

River is flowin' coverin' up the scent of the unfried fish and unboiled muddy water tea

Beer's in the keg, whiskey's in the barrel, the party is started, shinin' rockin' & I'm free!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Aprile XXIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ #MoneyCantBuyEverything jammed while listenin' to @Chris_Janson HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0JiDmiErBF8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 mountain-dew

DAZZLING IN UTERO

#Fresh @Eminem #ToneDeaf (video ear infuxion) @ChrisStapleton #RicoSuave

NOTHING'S AS HOLY AS JELLY CHUCKLES IN DEEP SPACE SCAT

Of my gang of ones that mitotically divide to cause a replica of self to appear over here

They came from Nothing and seriously are something but even they don't know what

Maybe divine or human or some other species of life form, it's intelligence in Sing Sing

From a guess, educated or ignorant, it's no better than asking for something for nothing.

In the name of the sons of this anarchy against the solar system's function, galactic factoids

Punks and junkies are just too cool for school and think that things themselves are androids

Ditches appear out of nowhere at the deep end of the mud hole, it's a sin awaiting suffering

Not that you want it but Karma must be repaid when you disturb the balance, you're paying.

Discover the lies and the truths involved with the miracles of the moment, lucky to be alive

Could have been different with those nine cat's lives, I got one & that's what I've got to give

The rest of the story is a future shock of History that hasn't happened yet, COVid will blow it

Nobody to blame but yourself since you're the only one in the room with the cause & effect.

If you don't laugh and you can't cry then you'll die laughing when you find out you're trippin'

In plain language, the lights & action in front of your very eyes is exactly the same as dreamin'

Faith, Hope, Charity, Compassion, Pity, Selflessness of the conscious person, one bored of It

Meaning that this here is all there is, that there unknown comedy & tragedy, untied to be fit.

You all know what we all know, Time is short and you get no more than shares of hind teats

Cocksure that it's all a matter of Space between the things that DNA replicate as senate seats

Kids as the baby goats or young humans from a 'hood before or after midnight frenzy sublime

Bums kept off the railroad tracks, they just want to be the choo-choo trains, droppin' a dime.

Knives in the backs of the allies, enemies makin' out the solution to the revolution, live-in sins

Sins against my grandfathers' mothers, all their lives spent avoiding acute pain of straight pins

No way on the runway if it's only one way or the other, forked road it's not, straight & narrow

Reflected skull & bone potheads & evil genies in my hologram skin, god's dam #10 genius Ho!

Kids gone up & done what I never could, survive in the teenager body, joined a USAF sky blue

Inside of the War, there were no battles with my privilege of being an eldest son of three too

Been around the block and the clock, it's not all it's cracked up to be, I came out of a tiny one

Stillborn outback ghettos, upon cliffs of guffawing gods & 69 @RedChuckles' just for fun, son!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, April XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ #CookTheGoose #HangTenSurfBoardSand #ISlippedYouFlipped }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeverStartingOverEverAgain

#NoReasonNoRhymeNoSCAT

#OfficeJobCrackedUpToBeRetirementAt65 #LockUpMyToothPaste #GodToothlessSpiritGuru #NoMeatToEat #BUCKDontStopFear #WTFoverRover?

MID -ROAD AHEAD, KISS MY XMAS GOOSE OBSTRUCTION

If you have a reason to be alive, your parents have succeeded in the DNA's survival, a trip
It's so complicated, near impossible to put the genie back in the bottle, drippin' VD's drip
As above, so below in the wild East, West, North or South, barber-pole in a cabbage patch
It's a byte or two in the cosmic bum rush, of men and the mice they've raised from scratch.

You'll die if you like it or not, try me, suicide, homicide, matricide, patricide's One-side zeal
It's a rattle and a hum from sapphire stylus on the groove of the platter to the reels, for real
Amazed by the shine of the silver moon and the reflection of the sun's inner insanity game
Without gods, Space is still empty, Nothing ever changes, It is always One, never the same.

I'm Hack, you're a hard-workin' fool who pays 40% taxes & 60% fecal matter consumption
Why don't you shut your pie hole and allow less fruit and sugar crust crumbs, a mortal sin
Step on it, your mother's your God, without her you're an aborted fetus, a dead mind hole
The day you die, mister and ms, you may be happy or sad, you'll be an idiotic fool of a soul.

Look deep into the Void, the Netherworld outside of this planet's stratosphere, original sin
Don't want to admit it, y'all alone, your dead friends and family gone to where you're goin'
Beware of the dog, it's barkin' behind the gate, jumpin' on the fence, mad at your scents
Body's odoriferous perfume disguises the stench of the organic matter composter, God sent.

Mixed metaphors be damned, it's not my bag man, you must be trippin', don't like it, split!
Inside your consciousness, the perception of this Earth's spinning days & nights is fluid scat
Recycled Void gas left over from the Big Bang or whatever happened before I ever loved It
Just lucky to have been here for a squirt of a moment, mom's labor worthy of goddess' fat.

Much more than any of our ancestors would allow their children to exhibit, no how, no way
This anti-herd mentality of breaking bad into duets and trios and launching to the full moon
Smells like teen spirit to me, not to think ahead of the moment, predicting the cow's spoon
When the milk turns chocolate you've got to wonder where the darkness comes into play.

All of the functions of the calculus are predictable if you assume you're usin' your noggin
Head games cannot be done without a head to play within, eyes to see, ears to hear It in
Light from the sky or the bulbs of Edison & Tesla will come & it will go, there is no choice
Among you and within us all is the planetary territory in the Void, burnt bones my boys!

Fictitious consequences of the meaning of my personal ignorance & dearth of blind faith
Making this up out of thin air, I use language because we're all gonna die, I've got no time
To explain that you're an idiot, you know you're not in control of any afterlife of a wraith
Lucky to get into a copacetic state for as many episodes of LIVE broadcasting on a dime.

Game changer when you change the rules without all of boy players knowing of the switch
From chess games to win or lose to battles of antibodies dead & gone upon Earth burnt Fire
Seriously, looking straight up, even if you're stoned or blinded by a rod & a cone defect itch
Document it, forget about recollection ad infinitum, river's running, I'm The Son of a Beach.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, Aprile XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 9:59 AMPST
{ Drafted in #SilentNight mode while watchin' & listenin' to @KingOfCalifornia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pp7yHDzCVXQ & @Satriani  }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
#ImNotFollowing 

#LostMyHead 

#QuestionEverything