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TINA

The Eagles

SANTANA

IF NOT YOU THEN WHO, WILL BLOW THE JOB ?

Dreaming and waking up to become either woke or enlightened, it's good

Not too bad & not too shabby either way, mind's eyes wide open for food

Starved for the essence of Space & Time in a plastic bottle or a thin tin can

It grew from planted seed in the fertile ground of being, mother Earthen.

Smiling that happiness is at hand, always was and will be an old man ghost

A spirit of conscious awareness in a cause and effect environment to roast

BBQ or gaslit, hot food, dead germs, life's DNA of love & faith in vain hope

That you'll be alive without a body, all too human memories, be the dope.

Dopamine keeps you mellow & avoid hyperintense responses turn #Right

Afterall, this affair is only a visit on our parts, ain't here forever my man

If and when you get to heaven, hope you recollect you raised some hell

Watch your watch tick tock the clicks, no time to waste, eagle's in flight.

Bought the whole kit & kaboodle in a manner of speaking, no victimhood

I take full responsibility for my thoughts & actions, guilty yet I'm not much

As innocent as the day I got conceived by an appropriate two, all the same

My heart and soul are way out of my hands, I've got my free will to blame.

The gods, my mommy & daddy, my professors or the scribes' scribbled X's

As I am a product of all that came here before me, so I cannot tell you why

Preached & saved my own time by following the reasonable logic too high

Allow no dogs or gods to enter the vacuum, boxed up shells, gods All Die!

Never be alone on the elevated trains and subways of One inner city boner

It's all wasted time not 'cause I needed or desired it, it's just a halo homer

Where saints & the other dead people eat Cheerios for life, above & below

Fish fed my face, Jersey boys, Lake Michigan guys, Time-Space, My Show.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 505 AMPST

{ Drafted playin' the 88's all in my mind, output WORD to fly like an Eagle, listenin' to the Eagles #WastedTime in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/2qrmfed2VTg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesDontCareOneByte @ChristinaAguilera #EnEspanol #CeeLoGreen #DarylsHouse #Everlast #PatrickStump

THE MUSE SPEWS AT WILL, YOUR WILL TO POWER

Falling into controversy, kicked, we who would imprison & blow your bone

All Matter of Time, a Space fact that it will be what it will be on my iphone

Electricity needs the charges of the neutrons, protons & electrons or caput

Your era of yourself in a nutshelf is over, you're in the white trash's output.

Transition from Calculus to the entry into the fabulous void of fools, all in

To the ends and origin of the vacuum that will disappear, as a bubble does

Transparent finality, possession of the things themselves within solar skin

Onward from the stupid, wayward sons born of daughters who got a buzz.

On the La, Di, Da train from the depot to the last eight track's unwinding

Cross country both east, west, north & south, thousands of miles, gas king

Used to be 29 cents per gallon back in the 60's, then here we are at $7.77

As the supply dwindles and the demand rises, prices riss to inflate heaven.

Giving your idiocy and moronic behavior a leg up on the competition, so...

Go home to the base where you recharge your emptiness, you gotta go

Sooner or later, the force won't be with you any longer, bones be gone

On a trip through allstars, tryin' to get near or far, already what they are.

Smoke rises but never falls in that form, jacks the pooch into rusty dust

Cosmic from gravitational collapsing into the Void, holy blackness' fuss

Space and Time roll on, rollin' on the line to infinity's opened Pandora

Just an empty box, nothing inside, all there is to know, ultraviolet Aura.

Some girls know & some don't, all of them still girls, tongue out & say Ah

Ladies of the evening as well as the Pollyanna sisters and daughters of Ra

Mighty men protecting their embarrasing naked skin and bones, in togas

Neighborhood 'shorthanded' to short circuit the gold, hot lead & pistolas.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST Mercredi

{ Drafted while listenin' to @ChristinaAguilera #VenConmigo (Solamente Tu) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2pWFqafMKfc & #GenioAtrapado link @ https://youtu.be/WsYg48vuOTo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Wavelength #Cosmic #Infrared #GratefullyDead #ChristinaAguilera

P.T.L. SIXTEEN TIMES, SAME TIME, SAME PIECE, BACK IN GOOFY'S DAYDREAM SIN WITHIN

I am one and the same as the baby zygote, I've been winning since day one

That night or some night up the road or downstream from dream to the sun

About as clear as a piece of lysergic acid on your tongue and into your mind

You're in the afterlife of trippin' to beat all Truths of priests and monks' kind.

A feature of the creature you know wants to annhilate your five senses in It

The black, holy emptiness of the Singularity, complete Oneness without hers

Bricks in the backyard where the rhubarb grows, near the white boy's allies

No longer a feature where the dollar bills don't fill up the grafters of coffers.

There's a rational explanation for the three stooges filling up Time in Space

Reacting to the absurd and the wasted apes who filled the sewer just in case

You never know when the need arises to fertilize the rice in the muddy place

Disbelieve your faith in the Ends, it's all about the sherbert pie, plastic & lace.

Danmed if I do and danmed if I don't, what you almost made me say, you tool

For the nails and the screws you twist and pound into the planed trees, I drool

Because I think my love is so pretty means nothing to eternity, I got the bends

Came up to the surface too quickly with & without a job, it's history, the Ends.

Dying to get a job when I'm 80, so I wrote a short story about publishing scat

Meaning just words strung in a row of sentences' phrases, paragraphs in spatz

You know what it's like, what I'm talkin' about, no need to reiterate the hash

Your mama told you about broken heart within, hide it all, snag the cold cash.

Games of Monopoly and Sorry to pass the time between the hearts & spades

Diamonds and Clubs of the deck of cards keep the secret in tact, it's the Chit

Empty within, cats still gots an empty hope to explode a void's empty pocket

As it all started droppin', breakin' it all down, we're out, pumped gattler fades.

Conscious realization of the true meaning of the cosmic soup you've mixed up

From an unwanted pregnancy that you are to the king of the planetary tea cup

Nerves calmed by the smoke and fire, in the light or the dark, holy ghosts show

All you thought, all you recollect, never forget about it, a boat to row, row, row.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jacked this out of the muse this AM while jammin' to some @EVERLAST #WhiteyFordSingsTheBlues on youTube link @https://youtu.be/z81jJKrZS10 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

my MUSE & ME