#TowerOfPower50Years #AintNoJoke #FoundTheOaklandStroke #SmokeLand

THIS CAN'T BE THE WAY IT IS FROM NOW 'TIL THEN, YOU BELIEVE HOW IT'S GONNA BE ?

Set in my 360 degree ways around the circle of life, it's a geometric figure of The Happy Lives

Mind over the matters left over from the forefathers and mothers of a brothers' wives' hives

More to life than what you & I can see, therefore, blind faith is a necessary condtion of bread

Or just seven shots of Tequilla on a dare, no more falling down, hit my head & dropped dead.

Lost and found it in the words I never read, just thumped hard down on the paper & ink blots

Nevermore will this way be the way it is for me right now, it's the best it's ever been, for tots

Little children up to the time they get to the place in Space where you skip to the Dead's Sea

No step, no cliff off of the mountaintop, just a whimper and frozen stare at farewell's eternity.

Special operation for the miracle to divide and conquer the mates of the queer folk, last gasp

For the air ain't free to me or to you or anybody here, now. way back or up ahead up your asp

Snake is what I meant not what you thought you read, that's what YOU said, it's written in red

Like the color, the hue of blue blood when it hits the oxygen of air, leakin' 5 pints gets IT dead.

Summer ends, Fall sways to Winter & onto another Spring, for better or worse, it is The Way

Slow ride in a Hearse only if you're lucky, it may be just a dumptruck at a recycle of the Play

This momentary lapse of rationality for the sake of avoiding the insanity thinkin' you're crazy

Of course, you may have found the secret to Life, temporary, never infinite, it's Why I'm lazy!

At one or at rest, ready for unavoidable cruises upon a hot mess of uncertainty, on autoglide

Came into the egg with the gamete of evolved, divine laughter about tickets to the other side

Ain't for me or for you that the Truth is hidden, there is None, that's why it's a secret hideout

Inside the womb room or the 3-Lock Box, tight as a drum so the spirit don't get try to get out.

Monkeys with the pox or without them, maybe Cro-Magnon pox is the problem, Nothing fixed

It's all the same before & after you get a chance to be conscious of your existence, got your six

You need One to be concerned for your punk-ass when you ain't lookin', shape matter's form

More or less the Truth about Justice is that it's a ham sandwich on white, to feed a tapeworm.

I held her closer than my skin on my own bones, inside of the blood flow of mercury red, I am

No more than this I can see or believe, just her, who I see and feel, I believe & I think I know it

Apemen or men of the gods, all the same dirt & bone in a bag of thin skin, amazing grace scam

Giving it all and getting nothing in return, It's the name of the game, then It's all over, a caput!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August IIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Created from the dust of my thought, listenin' to @BrooksAndDunne #IBelieve #HappyBirthday @Gregory_Stopka (CuzFromChi) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#StoryCatsDogsTooHumaneGods #YoGramma #YoMama & #GodSuns #STARS #JimminyCricket @WALT @MavisStaples @BobDylan #ServinSomebody

CONCEPTUAL ANALYSIS, ABOVE & BELOW, IN WITH THE TIDE, OUT ON A FERRYBOAT TO CHINA

Fruits of my labor & the domain of the minions who crawl, fly & skip

In and out of the atmospheric pressure, a superman's kryptonite trip

Unknown never comes out into the light for identified T birds & bees.

Coming out of the jungle of cement or concrete and asphalt tar babies.

In families or all alone, an odd bean grown in a petri dish, fertile egg

Of man & woman, random choice of good, bad & ugly as Hades' dregs

What matters is Me, a trained alter ego which goes where wind blows

Nothing can deter the momentum from here where I am to where I go.

I'll make it to the next day, I'll wake up in bed, I'll splash water too

In my face, my sleepy eyes blink, I'm still dreamin' of the cosmic stew

Entered on the stage during Act 1, my part was over in 5 minutes ago

Meaning that I wasn't really even in the play, I was pretending to flow.

Like a river, or a stream on the way down to the lake or ocean front

Beach near the water, the planetary sand is getting heavy in sanskrit

Assume this, Earth's spinning, wobbling, rotating in an elliptical orbit

About a burning, compressed sphere of gas full of nuclear fission sun.

Oiled and greased to decrease the wear of friction when metal's tight

As above, so below with the empty glow of photons moving to and fro

Mercy killing of the lambs and swine we butcher & barbeque back light

Heaven knows no more than ever, neither either, it's a hell of a blow.

We rode horses out on the Montana property, middle of the daylight

In the way we knew, by the only tree on the prairie, we loved at night

When I disappeared, when I was long gone, you missed me for a while

A red-neck woman I found drank beer all night, after I quit in exile.

You brought me home & kissed me goodnight darlin', this one's lcey

Colder than it needed to be but it was destined for the skeleton key

A three-lock-box WITHOUT a key, combination 36x24x36, that's it

Any other data or details all important to the theme of red dirt S#it.

Ice and fire always got the beautiful to arise from dusty slo-gin fizz

If not a creek, river or mouth of the sea, then it's the mountain top

Above and below the sky, blue from here, black from the outer space's

On your knees to know what it feels like to absorb the gargantuan slop.

A gypsy without a threat is the virus that infiltrates the minions' lines

Living Evil is the main event for struggle to survive between lines' fines

Mugging for the heads of the states with historical amnesia for a papa

Daughters sired by the riff raff, under the influence of your old mama.

Perfection rollin' along the ridge of the neighborhood, where it used to

Be or not to be a Hit on a Mark, you may be surprised by the loathing

It takes a minute for the motherless children to grow into a woke crew

Of students who are Marxian in rational thought, know what I know too.

Done with sons of the fathers & mothers whose kids crawled in mines

To dig out the diamonds from the walls, in mother Earth's womb signs

Dirty rocks rolled into the cosmic mix, precious gem reminder of a sin

Mortal, venial, original whichever witch's brew you choke down, I'm in.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  August 2nd, 1956 Anno Domini #BrotherAlBirthday RIP BRO!

{ Got some cake here, I'm eatin' it too, #1000 IQ Moments in Sports binge @ https://youtu.be/AqvyzO3IPXc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GovernmentMule #BrooksAndDunne @GaryClarkJr #Springsteen

SMALL TOWN #420 BLOODY TRUTH CANNOT BE HAD, NO REASON, HIGH RHYME

I lied & I laughed, I believed with the blindest of faith, trust I give to Truth absolute, the bomb

Of the tiny mice and big, fat men who rule the tower of babble, it is the name of the ol' tomb

Your parents are AWOL, you're hungry and either beg, borrow or steal, The Life is on the blink

Not because you're bad, evil or mean but just because you think you don't ever have to think.

Speaking of the revolution, Earth's just another planet spinnin' around the sun?  So glad now?

Addicted to Nothing, need as much as I can absorb in a Chucky Cheesehead ignorant C.O.W.

Girls and boys in the rooms they've designated as with pants or with a skirt, one or the other

A mean tweet back in the 1960's meant that there was a nasty bird out of the nest, brother.

It may have been your mother or father, sister, brother, maybe a cousin or a besty old friend

Many or one who matters the most, all of them, every single individual who I will now offend

China has a billion boys & girls growning into mean tweets from the cyberspace of olden gods

Where do you send your army & navy if you want to protect the silver & gold from the duds?

Let us roll away from the hand like a holy bowling ball on a Thursday night, where's my dad?

He bowled with the shoes & the ball of his free choice, a league of firemen and truck drivers

Steal property of others who mean nothing to a heathens' bottom which only produces Hell

Fire that is modified by the H2O, dirt that's mutated by the androids who programmed a Fall.

Muscles & sinews holding the weight & mass together in a bag of bones to be or not to be

Buried, burnt, compressed into infinity inside with the insiders and just One outsider, Me

I am what has always been known as the End of The World, you're welcome, & I thank you!

For a word to the wise may be a phrase, sentence or body's volume of work, You, the blue.

by

r j j  stephan, i  #420 timing is everything!

c.  Lundi, August First, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Transferred out of the grey matter in this form, matter & form is all there is & here is the only part you need to get on with your Day, 50/50 chance it's your LAST...enjoy #IBelieve by @KikBrooks & @RonnieDunne the LINK @ https://youtu.be/X5z-jjWyAJQ }

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