#SimplicityComplex #ONE #Satch #SlowHand #DevadipSantana in a #TowerOfPower #Nickelback #HoochieKoochieMan #cake #HoneyBee

YOU NEVER CAN TELL, ALTER EGO PRETENDING

Short skirts, long sweaters, teenagers at sockhops playin' in keys of E with all the boys

They can always be one more than the last hundred years, there's freedom of choice

We have that will to survive in the middle of the wild and innocent on E street's walks

C streets is where the homeless go with their orange & blue tents on railroad tracks.

Balls in Baltimore and holy communion in the fire and ice of the solar system's burn

It's all goin' to Hades in a hand basket, like it or not, you ain't in charge, never was It

Thing itself moving everything without moving a boneless finger, I think, there I am

Moments and infinite lapses of Earth's revolution and orbit, It's all an inner sanctum.

Binging on the strings and brass, beatin' animal skins in the caves & out in the orchard

Where the angels feared to go, that's where all of the free men went for their souls' Id

Uncovered the energy and the lack of being an idiot to all of the morons watching me

Ego's involved when you allow it to be alive after seven years in orbit decor, espiritually.

Down lower than the center of the core of Earth, there's a glow, that's all I really know

No man or woman sees this until they leave the all too human world behind in my ash

Greeting the ends of Time as one's own, not the whole shebang, just me & y'all amigos

Amigas don't get it, needed rhyme for smack dreamin', blown bytes flown to M.A.S.H.

Medals I've got post-humously that I actually felt pinned upon my spirit's chest, it hurt

Why I had to get more pain for the pain I inflicted on others, that's a mystery to me man

You don't know like I know, thing about a reason for the look, "Am I gonna die today?"

God ditched the creation after being killed by it on a wooden cross, nailed up an 'INRI'.

What's that smell, a barbeque up the hill wafting the burned offering downtown smokes

Come up to where the action is, loving people in a mixed up, drunken jag, a phuque-up

Falling down in the grass, in the bushes, on the bleacher's floor, upchucking the spokes

Of the shrimp, scallops & oysters you were able to corner in a bowl, in a dish, in a cup.

Comprehend the following conclusion, shatter the perception product of the dividend

Sum of all the babies in the cribs, playpens, bedrooms & basements at Mom's deadend

Equals the total number of scum in a bag, an infinite number that has no end, infinite

As above, so below so I've been told, it's been said, if it's true, you're in paradise light.

Behind me, I can't see, got no eyes in back of the head, pranks ahead is twenty twenty

Perfect focus in on the main target, my place in space that's safe, no need for intensity

Space to be alone without anything assaulting you, your presence, your life, to kill you

For no reason, not for God nor man, just for eating you as the food on the bone, pfoo!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July 17th, 2022 Year of The Lord @ 711 PMPST

{ A squeeze on the trigger yields a shot in the darkness & this masterpiece drafted while jammin' to #EC link @ https://youtu.be/8u_sZ6cJWTo @Eric_Clapton 7 June 2022 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#OnTheLoose #BloodyNoseBleedOut

EYE CANDY ON A DEAD END, ONE WAY STREET

Suffering without a notion of what it will be the moment after your breath ends It, to be free

Meaning the cause of my origin, my youth & wise guy arse, all trained by nobody but ol' me

Sums of the dividends that multiplied the products and became the fraction contraction one

Of the bugs and the vulchers fight with the buzzards who appear to be all too humane, son.

Bears and lions in the way of the peace jammed into the inner sanctum of tough guy blood

Nobody I came out of needed the Word of the elders to survive the struggle in the ol' hood

I know what you know & vice versa, holy scat elevated to the top of a food chain's fake apex

Bums, used to be high school and college drop-outs from Queens or Watts or Chitown lakes.

Marry me darlin' & you get all of what you didn't know was yours, my being's reputation mud

All of it, every scrap of played notes and drunk liquid bravery in a bottle, a pine or a holy fifth

Tippin' 'em back like they're goin' out of style, only to awaken me, inner sanctum of the block

In charge of the First Cause and all of the aftereffects that happen after all the doors are lock.

Survived the healing from the injury and absolved from the misadventures in the wet dream

In orgasmic punctuation of the Words you'll never hear from the mouth of the one, no team

NO BODY else to depend on once your ma & pa abandon you by choice or fate of bein' One

Back to the place before the conception of your mitotic cell division, you're always It, my son.

Now then, chords and melodies created out of the Void, moving the octaves into a symphony

Gods lost in the smoke of my clouds in & out of the joints that keep it all together, dirty honey

Drank the brew and mash, smoked the buds 'cause they were passed on-fire, inner son of dad

To be or not to be isn't the only question, when you're goin' to hell, drunk now, pass out mad.

In the names of all fathers, sons & their holy ghosts who leave them in the middle of nowhere

Pounded the little seeds into the ground of being, dirty Earth and filthy Water and good Air

Simple to be complex to every atom in the universe, back to you because I'm out of the hair

Moms, sisters, daughters, grand parents & children of the genome, all gone to hell, don't care.

Trouble came & left the residue of darkness pokin' out of the pinpoint of atomic fission, Sun

Star burning it up, for the end of the solar system is upon us, comin' to the smoke of a six gun

Automatic or not, the thing itself is coming and going at will, without a Word, without a peep

Girls had us because it was the only way to get here, The Way was narrow, The Fall was deep.

Healing leaves the scars to see and feel until the last breath you take on Earth, you feel me?

Even if there's the risk of annhilation inside the genome, a risk of bodily death's soulless sea

All gone to the blue, the red, deep purple people eating authors and musicians of word stank

Subjects, verbs in predicate form & Generals that hold attention of a cool Stith, major rank.

Naked apes runnin' amok with their dead ancestors in control from the graveyards' stones

Names conjured out of the atmosphere's vacuumed rugs and mopped decks of the carriers

Classes taken, skipped and cut, droppin' dimes all over campus at random, wasted on floors

Lost in clouds, smoked in paper, pipes & chambers mixing the high, the low & my old bones.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, July XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0700 hours PST

{ Drafted smokin', drinkin' and playin' @TerrapinCareStation @BrothersOsborne in a loop link

with pictures on the wall @ https://youtu.be/8JjDHqZpdCg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

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#RollinWithTheSevensAndElevens #SparkITUp #FoughtForMyCountry #AndYou? #ThoughtSo

CREEPIN' SON, DO WHAT 'it' DO, 'ORDER' OF LAW & ORDER

Locked in tight, 1st to last shred, HumV matters in time

Grown ovum to skull & crossbones in flight, slippin' in slime

Mothers knew what JD Black was sayin' & y'all bled it out

Boy or girl, one of each or triplets' twins, two up & about.

Major Tommy or Jimmy or Bobby, even Johnny knew it all

That this was all there ever was, we've created the scenario

From ignorance and fear of the unknown to Hollywood Blow

I knew everything from the get-go before we met on a call.

Frustration & the rusted joints never get the release grease

Beatin' the metal and skin for the rhythms wise fools peace

Nothing personal, I'm just a character in the dream too, so

Groove gets the needle and the spoon, trip to a moon too.

Graves dug without a purpose, ain't comin' back here, to be

Corks plugged the screwed holes that get in God's Dead Sea

No human lives beyond this planet's spin & revolution of me

I'm the One that counts, Spirit's spin of matter, y'all see?

Probably can't see the point, it's sharp & you'll get stabbed

If & only if you come to the grips of the handle, it'll dawn

On your miniscule brain full of data, God drops a thin dime

Ten pesos for the nonsense & 100 pills in a bottle of Time.

Keepin' track of the revolutions around the Sun, stillborne

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, bacteria, viruses & God's ilk

Competing for the survival, for the love of a battle horn

Blown air warning of the pain & suffering to come in milk.

Mothers' breasts were empty though, didn't get a lick of it

Just the formula of the science of the 1950's, cripple's chit

Bet on the wisdom of the most ignorant among the herd Id

All the chips were won yet the cards got dealt to The Kid.

Bringin' the battle back to the home front where angels flee

From a battle zone where life on Earth may be lost at sea

Point of view is with the third eye to see in the darkness

Everywhere 'round your ID, trillions of miles of Nothingness.

That's all folks, remember this when you choke a last gasp

I told you so, you didn't believe it 'cause it was incredible

Yet, the Truth's been told, you know you heard it, an asp

Snake head, snake bit & crawled around Earth, my double.

Dead in my head a moment after God's dam broke my back

Lost all of my marbles in Space, outside any girl's hollarback

Dynomite blowin' the scat out of the TNT, cleared the deck

Nothing to fly around in the dead air, really ain't no Shrek.

Fantastic orgasm brought me this figment of imaginary signs

As if it meant anything that you lived & died, happy or sad

Come on man!  Come on Woman!  Lock this in tight, Word

Sound to repeat from afar, signaling a forgotten love bird.

All of it, everything and none of it, Nothing at all, all Good

In the middle of things you can't see or smell, it ain't food

Winning bloody skin & hair, full of mud & dirt, we're meals

A reaper of souls' skin & bones in a thin skin-bag, for reals!

Jinx & Miss Lucy in an out range system of the up & down

Gone in sixty seconds or after I lay it all down on a by-line

Compared to yesterday, today ain't tomorrow no more bloke

Bags y'all got this?  A GD superman asked to be so #Woke?

Common grounds to slither on, #TubeSnake boogie, my son

We've been here & there before, makin' another run undone

Will leave a legacy of mystery about why I got here & left

Had it all & left it all behind, you think you'd downshift?

You didn't and it was all downhill for the rest of the Spin

Top down tot he bottom, swimmin' in mystery 'til the end

It will come like it or not, a concert you've got back stages

I'm just random combinations of mud-blood's danger zones.

Down or up on a fishin' trip down the Mississip, pride holy

Watched the trip, played rhythm, lead & bass, tasted folly

Dreamed I got #Woke, left on my own all alone without me

Little boy trained to fall down & get up until he can't see.

Hell, it's in the darkness just before the blinding light of Oz

Monkey-men thinkin' they gotta eat & feed a bannana cause

I did not ask for this unless I forgot that I did, let us pray

Chords breakin' melodious forms, Fire in a lost Hole, Today!

Caught you smokin' your wine & drinkin' yo' wacky tobaky

Kiddin' nobody but Cheech, Chong & daddy who all knew

It all comes out in the wash, creepin' up on top of the roof

A little do what it do on you, pop, creepin' go? Sonny too?

by

#CottonMouth #CreepinUpOnyou #DoWhatItDo

rjjstephan

c. July XVIth, MMXX22 Anno Domini

{ I jacked up this jam while loopin' #WackyTobaccy by @TobyKeith #BallsToTheWall link @ https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g }

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