A L L S A I N T S D A Y #OctaveHigherThanMeAndYou #Bonamassa @JoeBonamassa & an eclectic cornucopia of edification for the soul & spirit . . . #IncoherentCoherentLight

CONVOLUTED, COMPLICATED SIMPLICITY IN THOUGHT, LIKE OUR MAMA MIA

Doubt that your mind can handle the Truth about the nature of being

Yet, I'm here to stuff it on down your throat, the song of a golden ring

It's all above my paygrade about why I've been programmed to exist

On the ground of being, here and now in this Time & Space, I resist.

Unflappable with the opine, droppin' a dime on the things themselves

Crawling, running, walking or doin' a deep dive down under shelves

I gotta go, you gotta go, we all gotta go, ain't my fault, don't blame me

Shadowban you and your ilk from the performance platform of glee.

You welcome the final stage of your ship's voyage, I want my hotrod

I ain't gonna go without kicking and screaming for freedom & liberty

Fight for it for myself & the others who don't know any better, we see

Inherited from the original Man & Woman, total imbeciles of a God.

Credit for the answers you've embalmed in your buried memories

Enough to cash them in for another moment or two of hot breaths

On a trip of acid or in the fog of the weed smoke, it'll all disappear

Bums and junk they fix in a mainline to two-steps from dead air.

My father warned me that he wasn't going to repeat the ode to sing

He's not here now but I still am, he literally cannot repeat a thing

What it is is what you see, nothing more nor less, leather and lace

By bright lights that make the mind's eye see Nothing but blackface.

In a hurry or takin' the time to get to the inevitable ending by hand

No need to get fast tracked on the way to the ash or embalmed Sin

Original, Mortal, Venial sins against a king of Disneyworld's uptown

Persons, places, things to animate objects subjected to The Crown.

Saints, politicians, n'er-do-wells from 7 continents coalesce to goo

Foo fighters did their best to merge the good, the bad and the ugly

It happened but it didn't last long enough to repeat the cosmic stew

In other words, this is it, it's over now, lights down low, grudgingly.

Wanted to be immortally on the inside looking outside, fake desire

I knew it was impossible, like a dream that you never have, it's there

Somewhere over the rainbow or underground with the notes of bums

All written on the cave's walls, torch light illuminates all city slums.

It walks, talks, lives & dies in a struggle, the fate of a skeleton's keys

To the lock of the combination, it's 15 Right, then 0 Left & 51 Right

Open says me, cracked agape as if it's supposed to be just as a fight

Holes' mediocre places, beneath purple moons' buzz of black bees.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Ist, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ #HomelessHomersHunting DRAFTED while listenin' to @BlackWhiteItalian link @ https://youtu.be/fh_zjF66-ec & #BlackCow by @SteelyDan link @ https://youtu.be/9E62VjcaTEA & #CountdownToEcstasy #BackToMyOldSchool link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

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#Eve #Evil & #TheWay #13Ghosts of #BlueCheer #LetThatSinkIN @CarlosSantana #SANTANA

HOLOWEEN TREATS TRICKY PEOPLE !  LET'S SCARE SUPERSTITIOUS PATSY

For the last time, I'll spill the beans & comply in due Time

Police and your mommy and daddy have no partner in crime

What I have done, what I do & will do is on the dark sides

Where wise men and angels fear to go, it's not their brides.

Distrust your Self only when in dire straits, jumpin' all alone

You never were nor will ever be the captain, so can't be last

First in line, first to be served like royalty of a genome ass

Billionaire in name only, in reality, a skeleton of skin & bone.

Zombie is only in your mind, the dead do not reanimate fools

It's a matter of scaring the fright out of the souls who rule

Divine or subteranean rules of the Witch, sweet sugars' high

Candy and all the rest of the fruit and grain, eat hair's Pi.

3.14 it's for Never-Neverland & for Earth below, down here

Flight above dirty words, below the mud, dry blood & a beer

Thirst & hunger for the Earth's matter in gas or liquid form

Pour a stein or mug of trickled Joy, one holy spermata worm.

Consequences for the actions you've willed to be by intention

Human idiots & morons who've become tools, life's extinction

Get ready before it's time to move on from your thinner skin

Be the dinosaur's holy gods who live after their hard rockin'.

Trigonometrically valid, premises all led to invalid deductions

UFO is what you don't know, it's a know-it-all, origin's sins

What are you going to do?  Fight's out of our hands, BOO!

Wish, hoping, ring my bell, rap on my door, scared of you?  

  

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted from the #Wu-Han institute for toots-sweet while jammin' to @Bruce_Lee #FistOfFury in HD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y9PkOR7kCrQ }

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@2Joes & @Warren_Haynes @Joe_Satriani @Joe_Bonamassa

SWEET HOMER'S CHITOWN DUNES

Nothing is wrong, a method of madness' smokin' shadow

A sillouette of the first man born, woman's mortal blow

Hardly any things themselves alive right now can thrive

Onto soiled diapers & rubber deadpan hose, it's alive.

Counting the antacid in DNA and imaginary rubber souls

Claims to fame unfounded, subject to the back 9 holes

Under par just because there's never a bogey, hey now

Verifiable and unbreakable nik naks both high up & low.

Wine in my goblet, always full to inebriate my legit fit

Out of my personal control, educated & perfect as chit

Not even kidding about this as I normally would a truth

About a veiled verity faith, stone-blind fate forsooth.

Weak or strong on any day or hour will get you killed

Either you win or you lose the fight for survival's bill

It costs to consume the matter, payments' interested

In your life and death, from a crib to a casket, DEAD.

You nor I can make this scat up out of nothing special

Just rocks and burned-out cosmic dust around a pulsar

It is what it is and everyone knows the evil, living hive

Where angels fear to go, five by five to get out alive.

Fixation on the nucleus of the atoms, where it's all at

All of the rhythm and blues come back to me, I recall

Every note played by heart as I dressed to the nines

Some cats & their blind dates lookin' for sweet homes.

Nobody cared if it was in Seattle or Chicago, no goods

To everyone on the block or anywhere in the counties

Where the inhumane rules the roost, no ruse in woods

Sweet home's where I go when sky rains high C & D's.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Cracked out the solar system while jammin' to @TheBluesBrothersBand #SweetHomeChicago #LIVEinMontreux link @ https://youtu.be/uVV9FjPKBO8 & @JayneMansfield #TooHotToHandle  @ https://youtu.be/_nMCSFLdwaQ }

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