#CookinCrawdads #SecondToNone #HelloIAmNotAlone @RalphBakshiEdits

SECOND TO NONE BUTDA BEARS&BLACK&SILVER

I can't show you the way to be good, evil or ugly but you will be either one, two or all three

In any case, it's all a done deal and it's out of our hands, the results stemmed from a history

What you don't know won't hurt you but it may be too late in any case, it is a grand ol' opry

It ended the moment we set foot upon the ground of being, Earth dirty world, a star's copy.

Foil for a tinman's outfit, it squeeks a bit but the oil can is in reach, near or in my hobo scat

Greased in wax to slide across the 88's  or the nylon chords between C & B or A & G flat

Nobody else is in the game as deep as the player who began knowing that it's Time to leave

Before or after a hundred orbits around this still star, the son of God's concern, Adam's In.

Bright in the absolute void so that the writing on the twilight zone walls can be seen to be

What formula it takes to escape the place in Space you want to leave for the one to also see

Miracle of the cause & effect of the babies solved, now why oh why did humans evolve me

Nothing personal I'm sure, it is what it is, I am what I am, Truth cannot be fabricated, see.

If you don't see, you're hopeless and will remain in ignorance to provide the matrix of order

All trained minds in logic and reason deduce & induce the reason for everything, all for her

Mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, friend, sisters of a holy order administer spare threads' or

Allow their convent's pure and sterile lavoratory to groom & feel at one with natural water.

Suddenly, the oneness emerged through the skin and bones exposing the light, a cosmic one

Conditions led to a further complicated mess, life lives & proves to breed you gotta be hung

If you can't inseminate then the species survival is doomed, we need DNA's code of bung

Mixing it up at random allows the impulse to survive be generated, boy or girl, out for Fun.

Little sneaks big bigots will be at the beginning & at the ends of good times, get on me too

Nobody either #Woke or unawakened will be spared at a gravitational collapse of all Matter

Maybe alive or down under in a grave or Davey Jones' locker, maybe ash in the soil's blues

For one last time, immerse momentum of the soft moves to deflect the collision with power.

Deceitful and a product of the ethics and morality of the herd, teachers & sham professors

Not many progress from birth to death in ignorant bliss except for fortunate sons under It

Knowing the reason everybody is dead would be a complication that can't be seen in stores

Empty shelves without the things men have made and packaged for convenience and profit.

Failure of the safety nets to catch the falling weight of the hefty commandos afoot, all good

Even up with the enemy & tactics will prove the right is wrong and vice verse, because it is

Keep sayin' it out loud ad infinitum, nobody can kill a Word, strongly worded "two or tree"

What I am or what?  You'll pull your love from me before I die, with or without, it will be!

Food blown in jagbags, not my hag though, a cornucopia of grounded wings in outer sea

Rhyme of the sounds of winds blowin' out the lips and facial contortions of mam & pappy

#Woke heaven's dream, cause & effect of happiness & joy, Saturday's 5th's call, 2nd of July

Then it's over in a wink, ones left behind nod and wink, they are on their way in the dark.

Growl, scare away the mean killers & scatter their skin & bones to old coyotes & red crows

Live as if high forever in hills of reverie, sitting, standing, walking, running, come to blows

Ones whose intent to terminate my happiness, I guffaw as I bang the gong, a superbowl bell

Rams vs. Bengals return for another go, if & only if no Raiders show, they're doin' it, swell!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, July 2nd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Kracked this gem out (Second of July) while jammin' @ChicagoBand #BEST link @ https://youtu.be/PLiMy4NaSKc }

#HappyBirthday #HappyAnniversary #RIP JOJO, MA & PA & THE REST OF THE GENOME #EyeObjectYourHonor

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChampionOfNoWorld #HurricanesGalesStorms

FIGURATIVE PUNCH LINE & A THING OR TWO 

It's gauranteed that your first blush isn't your last one, it seems to be the modus operandi

Of the things that the adolescent human female and male find at the end of life is death, so

Just like their elders and their own progeny, it's all about empty Space outside Earth's birth

Gone away from nowhere to here, no reason other than living in hell, if it all goes caput Earth.

If & only if there's mercy from the invisible mass of atoms, in front of my own mind's eye sect

Hurricanes and twisters put it all to rest, there's nothing that lasts forever except empty lies

Remember who tells them so you may pay them back for trouble they've caused  a warp effect

Kidding you not, not even a small white lie or exagerration, just the facts of life for a tiny size.

Murdered a man in a bar fight, I didn't run since they blamed an innocent man, slow roll One

Nice fellow whisked off from jail to prison for life until #OldSparky got some revenge all done

Hair grown out as the dead cells always do, how did the evolution work over the finite millenia

Well groomed in a 50 hectare cell, bosses and the inequality became extinct, love of hysteria.

Bettys await the Homers, Freds & Barneys yet none come, none come in a connundra of light

Whose fault was that, the olfactory & visual effects are fading into darkness without a fight

Ballrooms, parlors, powder kegs for the freedom of independence day, messenger of shame

A pretender to needle and head butt us to get mean & so nasty that your mama won the game!

She worked the bar, tended the hardworkin' after hours, after supper crowd, the GD winkers

Called the whole shebang as it should be, a deposition of golden ways turned blood moon blue

Offended the sex of the defenders of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness' ins and outers

On a prevent defense, pressing full court, man to man, calli' switch, I stuffed the proof in glue.

Rollin' from rocky coast to coast, it's all lookin' like it's all sinkin' but instead, the water's high

Higher some more until the entire planetery dirt is envoloped by the law of the H2O on nigh

Comes too soon and sometimes doesn't come at all, in between unready for extinction's wrote

It's an infinite automatic out of any human control, not even a witch's magic are the antidote.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  July 1st, 2022 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{  Produced while jammin' to @Bob_Dylan https://youtu.be/U4zlA6NoSVE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

FIRST OF JULY #CHILDISHtrivia #GTFOOH #WhoYouTalkinTo?

THREE LOCK BOX

3HO BALL, VOID TIME-WARP CANCELLED, 3 LOCKBOX

You're the numerator of One common denominator or you wouldn't get to the end of the hell

Just the fire left over from the Big Bang within the core, hot in the frozen plane of Nothings' ID

Scaring the innocent and the bloody wild eyed and bushy tailed, tattooed you & me, ship sunk

Living in a lean-to, orange-blue to keep my belongings safe from wildass-dogs & hermit punks.

It's a categorical imperative that you come to grips with the nature of this reality, beside dying

As you lie dying when you're just walkin' around in a somnambolistic trance havin' a cool fling

Hammering your mind to keep it inside of your head, between your two ears, One inseminate

Callin' it your lord, your god, your daddy, the null or the void remains the matrix of soul fate.

Home advantage is an illusion, the man to beat is always the same man, it's the world's champ

Fools creating the rules and regulations for the innocent to shuffle around the game's borders

Inside with the in crowd, eating and refusing, breathing and gasping for Nothing left, lights out

Mind over Matter's Form, Shapes of living protoplasm, soft & hard rock to roll like a cub scout.

In a den, we played the game by the rules we learned were a necessary & sufficient condition

Of mice, men, women, girls, boys from zygote to corpse, spicy fragments of divine imagination

Not bad for a wild guess without a clue from the dead, all too human opinions of fools & idiots

Rulers of the packs, the whole shebang nothing but a fine way to control DNA's cyborg robots.

Ready to die?  Liiving just to get there & wishing it was another way, any other way, yet it is

The way it is is the way it is, I am in the middle of the fray, being silent is the narrow way kids

Origin of you and your kin all the way back to when there was nothing but bad guys all abuse

And everything else you thought you owned, immersed into a pool of Funk, tangled up Blues.

Forsaken no more my friends, my enemies, strangers both dead, alive & soon to be here, now

You have what it takes if you read these words, get ready, get set & go to the light's left elbow

Around the sand trap at the side of a dogleg, there's a green, soft & smooth with a glory hole

There's an invisible obstruction which requires momentum that can't be guessed, a golf show.

Putt, chip, drive & you get the rest in the other 35 times you tee off through a rough growth

Holes in grounds of 36 places everyone knows, Space's Time of surreal existence's swore oath

To remember nothing about anything before you were conceived of sperm & egg, no big ball

Of facts or fiction, a function of the calculus, it's all equal & comes out in the collapse of it all.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, July 1, 2022 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #God #ESSE love of the moment, #HolyS#itBalls #TodaysGonnaBeAwesom & listenin' to the @SammyHagar #3LockBox link @ https://youtu.be/lREScG0Pd2s  @Luke_Bryan #OneMargarita link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 & #GUFFAWING @CheechAndChong link @ https://youtu.be/Ggl72wOwoQE & then there's @Armstrong_Getty on @kste650AM 6-10 AMPST or podcast, #GitGit }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?