#GotItAllWrongAgain #NotThisTime #NeverAgain #WhereWouldYouBeBooH? @RareEarth @MartinaMcBride @TheRollingStones @BruceSpringsteen

PHONE & A PEN TO NUMBER YOUR DAYS, HOLD YOUR HAND

Sonny boy, you needed to listen to me before you died and went to heaven's gate

There was no reason for you to check out so early, sitting put as a duck, dated fate

Can't leave even one holy soul behind, it's one to the head & two to the heart ache

Where nobody gets out alive, double check the combo, wake up for the Gods' sake.

Pertaining to the argument deduced from the induction into the hall of DNA errors

Mutated before you knew it & committed to be conceived and now full deceived

Tapping on the metal, the wood and animal skin drums, metronome beat, indeed

Of course, it's all about the morons & idiots in the closets of bedrooms of dreamers.

The townspeople who believe in the rule of the mob are waiting for someone to die

In front of their eyes as they hang, cut off a head, topgun's down, small step for Man

Doin' mash potatoes while barefootin' down on the dance floor, movin' high and dry

#Girls know without them this whole shebang doesn't go down, they forgot about it.

I recollect this here, you or the little bitty ones left alone to a perpetual epileptic fit

As if you wouldn't dream after you went to deep sleep, act like you're woke as chit

Working for groups who devise the words for the rules to live by, I am a wake pyre

Revolution of the seasons of Earth spinnin' & wobblin' in orbit around the bonfire.

She came back for more, that day in the dark, games & fun on my banana seat's slot

Leather, pillows, blankets, what the hell was I thinkin'?  Oh, my girlfriend's so fine

OMG, a catholic boy scholar-athelete on the way to a war nobody declared, a 1969

Boom, egg we once were, we're all #Woke again, I saw what I saw, OMG holy shot!

Slick as snot on an oily rag, it's all I've got to wipe the mess up, I ain't #woke in sin

Mortal or venial, like that or an original thing in french I can't repeat, vulgar mother

Of my sisters and brothers in arms, in legs, in my own mind, I'm not sleepin' father

All night long, pretendin' to be an innocent infant, hungry kid or a Man, barefootin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Jammed while listenin' to @MartinaMcBride & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o3AhjFc8AiE #CouldItBeMe?  #Disappear #HaveIGotItAllWrong? #ThugsMugsShots }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

where would you be?

where would you go?

who would you know?

#WhatIsWrongWithThesePeople? #DEAD @DEAD @GratefulDead & @BruceSpringsteenJAMZ

MOTHERS IN FLIGHT, TIDE OF WHITe LIGHTENING

Whatever you say, that's the way it is & the way it goes on, we mad?

Or not to be mean, this is going to hurt all because it hurts me so bad

None of us know the Truth about the whole shebang, a suspicious opine

Gods & the empty void of the black hole that matter collapses in Time.

Start with the link to mature and ripe fruits of the vine, survive extinct

Mortal animation of 208 bones grown out of two separate cells to uplink

To merge two into one thing, itself all there is from the conception ink

All codes programmed for maximum efficiency of the evolutionary stink.

Now and then, we all come to this crossroad or another at another time

When our eventual confrontation with the free choice to drop your dime

On nobody alive from the mothers and fathers or sisters' brothers' kin

Composing the finale of the End Times, division begins subtracting a sin.

Mortal and the Original One, laws & commands not obeyed or followed

Art of the Martial, hand, arm, foot, leg, third eyesight bleeds indeed

For the sake of the many, some of the ones who know feign ignorance

To stalk the reality for others who know what's what, I wanna dance.

So, I found the center path to lead nowhere but it's better on flipside

Once you arrive nowhere, you've no choice so insert a dream that died

That dead dream will then come alive as if you gave it life then take it

To the limit where no sound or light can transmit, smells as teen spirit!

Green arrow inside of the target's bullseye wins the contest's flukes

Bow pulled tight & the end is near for all boys & girls orphaned, bleaks

Instead of complaining with no resolution, why not activate your glutes

G-force & momentum crush of the eyeballs into the so-be-its' freaks.

From the cosmic dust you can't see since you are what it is, The End

All the way to the abstractions of conceptual analysis which isn't easy

Harder they fall is the mantra, it's a gravity of graves' dust we bury

Under Earth's dirty, woke diversity, concealed carry to defend/offend.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 544 AMPST

{ Completed while jammin' to @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/avOvktGBfSA & postin' this MASTERPEACE on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

7 ELEVEN 2022 Anno Domini #EyesWantMyMTV #GoodyGoody

TOUGH SPOT SO, FRIENDS' SET, 7-11 BUTTERCUP

What's going on with your saga?  You'll be dead in a hundred years, so...

Funk of centuries filling the millennia with ash & mud, nothing to flow

From the original sin to the mortal sin, mama made me do it to y'all, so

We got rocks in a musket 'cause we ran out of full metal bullets, gimme!

If you want an ally, BUTTERCUP, you must make a comeback, eggs to roe

Holier than thou meaning I'm better at survival than you, quite A blow

Bums who didn't buy the narrative to work fiercly at your pace along it

Time in whichever space you're in is your time to waste, all of your chit.

Open a closed door 'til the floor fell, electri-cited atomic neutrons

Spirit & soul invisible, after fact of  Life dawns on you, a bitter End 

Waves' treason comin' in neap tide, atoms of life move somnambolisms

Phat you don't want, useful idiots preferred, friend or foe, amigas' sons.

In the beginning before the 1st atom blew & began 1st Cause of Effects

There I was, wonder what I originate with ideas like this, hence, asex

It had to be, a virus & bacteria I didn't see, in & out number rolled

Matter moves IT, consumed by a Void, parachute weed-bud of Gold.

Breathe in & out, the narrow way, middle path twixt high & low broads

Farm to city tables' inner department collisions, all your fault, toads!

From lilly pad to pad in a cesspool 'til it evolves in oil mud of core cream

Interruption & a form of corrupted perfection paused a stream, a dream!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 7-11-2022 @ 611 AMPST

{ Drafted while gittin' jiggy with @Bob_Dylan #IContainMultitudes link @ https://youtu.be/CU-e3os7QBk @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kst650AM drafted while starving for food & drink, listenin' to the #BOYZ LIVE LINK @ https://www.armstrongandgetty.com/ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?