June's Buggin' Me But First, This . . . #Stones #Starship #Hendrix

QUESTION AUTHORITY, PLAY GAMES FAIR NOT SQUARE

Squareness' attempt to position thyself as the last in line but the first to finish the feat
There is nobody on Earth who may stand in your way other than the gaol prison gate
Only with the threat of punishment worse than death will the inmates obey the law
Survival is tantamount to the only thing a bound soul can hold sacrosanct, life is raw. 

Obviously, there is a smart-arsed retort to the moronic questions of the yellow minions
It’s so short & sweet that most forget they knew something so simple, peels of onions
At one center when there’s nothing left to peel, there’s a nugget of what’s left, forsooth
How something grows around nothing is the mystery that qualifies as the naked truth.

Daring to jump off of the cliff into the black pool of the mine-shaft ravine, a leap of faith
Took me back to the time before my physical conception, when I was neither alive or dead
Higher or lower than the status quo makes no difference once the dye’s molded the path
Illusions of the angels’ Truth that may or may not be true, in fact, may be false gold-lead.

Gods roamed then hid from the things they made from the mud and blood, until we die
Then suddenly we’re held accountable for the things we had no obligation to smoke high
Children of the motherless children grow into the professional slacker, prisoners of War
Between all states of being good & being evil, a trend moving at warp speed’s 3D door.

Repeating identical acts over for infinity is the gist of the Myth of Sisyphus, a sacred low
Yet it’s the way down the middle path of the wise among mankind, woman & manchild
Synchronicity is the Word, the name of a game, alright in the wheelhouse of windy blow
Sipping an extra shot of Tequila made the Margarita look just like My Maria gone wild.

Pursuit of the happiness I’ve had since day 1, day I was born is the remedy of sadness
Nobody can be born again, that’s not possible, but you can change your mindfulness
To be or not to be & why you decide that either answer is justified by a holy, good fight
Not only will there be a quiz tomorrow on the subject but also y’all might die tonight.

Once you’re happy, it’s a positive addiction until you lose it to unhappiness, got a Jones
For a thing itself is everything to someone who knows nothing about anything but bones
Soulless on the bottom of the boots, feet too small to move the cow leather fro and onto
Woke matrix, whiteout of the screen, wiped clear of millions of numbers, What’s The Word?

By all means, take a chance & roll the die to see if you get 7 or 11 on hard time, you’re safer
Inside a pen instead of beginning preface, the ink begins to stir in a whirlwind, I toke reefer
Holier than the vestments upon the sacrifice’s priest of the offering up to the god-o-creator
Minimized, all hard-on the path to enlightenment is eight times eight, Winds of Sixty-Four.

by
r j j stephan, i

Jeudi, June 1st, 2023 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Cracked this gem out the nutty Space & Time on Earth while listenin’ to @PeteTownsend #LetMyLoveOpenTheDoor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4FZbcoWrUsw }

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

#BackUp #BacksUpAgainstTheWall #Will

MORE THAN JUST ONE OLD WALLBANGER

 WAR RAW, PONCHO Y CISCO, ESE

{Guerra Raw, Poncho y Cisco, Ese}

You & your whole family are cursed by this spin of the holy Earth, in retrograde
Angels and devils fell from heaven and hell, outer space’s empty Void, in a Fade
Constant movement from the First Cause to the Last Effect, the Big Bang collapse
All history of random events will close in a Singular finale, no witness, no saps.

Congames are all on, off & on getting a 20% tip to the waiters who shuffle
Oil out of a grounded soul-being, live earth-Smoke on dirty waters’ scuffle
This is DNA/RNA tasting our family of ancient bones, old man’s biomass
Still asleep inside a dream within a dream, mentally invisible, I woke fast.

Hearts beating as two-in-one, many or single moments, well done Dixie
I’m all the way gone, survived scuffles all over mortal me & my Psyche
Defense is as strong as offense so I kept the A-team undefeated, all 1-0
Sad to be or not to be someday over a color rainbow, pucker up, blow.

Sometime sooner or later there’s a fact of life you’ll to submit to the will
To live or die here or not, be a thing itself & must be created & born still
To find out Fake Truth about your mother and father, you all know it all
From the Beginnings to Ends you won’t see annihilation coming on TNT.

Portable transistor UFO AM/FM handheld radios for all man, women & kids
No brotherly reason to have them other than to keep track of MUFON’s bids
Mate, checkboard of 8x8=64, white black light shifts to wavelength’s mirrors
Fake hunt, standing on a corner, scopin’ 16 girls go by us, city’s carnival’s fears.

Young teen’s age is when it happens out of nowhere, just like that, shock
From the beard, the shave to the first date in my dad’s car, a drive-in dock
Hooked up the speaker on the window, watched the windows steam-fog
Heavy breathing the fathers of my girlfriends didn’t care for, I was a dog!

Remember that long ago, 55 years ago more or less, the index/contexts fade
To dark brown-slate black as midnight behind the shadow of The really Dead
All the cousins, aunts, uncles, stepsisters, stepbrothers & stepmothers force
Filling in for the thorough imprinting a personality’s adjusted attitude curse.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, My XXXIst, MMXXIII Anno Domini #MidnightLuftWaff

{ Jammed to the #Outlaws link @ https://youtu.be/7HJ8xLg_GUw & from the @WarTheBand link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo came into the full house, guns a-blazin’ without a rest, the firing wasn’t echoing any longer, Everybody & everything was dead but I’m now the last one… & away we ego!   Peace/Out }