#HonkyTonkin' by the #MoonShine #FORM #SHAPE #MATTER & then...& then...& then...

FORMS, TRIPS & ISOSCELES TRIANGLES

 Green houses and brick houses used to keep the big, bad wolf out of the woods in the money

Where nobody worries in the glen or down in the valley, that is the happy hunting ground sea

All of the skin and bones are picked and consumed without the hot fire, crimson blood of Red

Nothing to coagulate the platelets and corpuscles that carry the living far from the Live dead.

Mercury to the Pluto and beyond, planetary miscalculations brought us this Divine Wisdom

Function of the calculus is an act of War to the random chaos that rules the theoretical Dome

Under the atmosphere in the light or in the dark, aerobic respiration of DNA thrives at home

Outerspace and deep within the Earth's core at the center of Nothing, all is clear, it's all Rome.

Priests of the glass beads gaming on the descendants of Eve's misstep off of the cliff's bitter end

Angels and demons disappear when the brain dies and the conscious mind dies, you will be dead

As it was in the beginning it will also be in the end, follow the logic and reason, my son, it's One

Fishin' in rivers and lakes, tryin' to find the voices she sang to me with, she was just here, oh son.

 

Pickin' your brain that the good lord allowed from your random DNA recombination, song sing

It has nothing to do with your thinking or your drinking the cactus squeeze of @Patron tequila

Mothers and sisters wouldn't allow the mess but I never had either one, orphaned godson sibling

Alone yet all together, no need and no desire left over from the adolescence of you, no me, Ha!

Median strips function as the empty TV sets, lights are out, electricity isn't flowing true, I do lie

About whatever it takes to appear correct all the time, never wrong about anything 'til we all die

It's never soft and it's always hard, drinkin' shots to loosen the lips that sink the ships, good times

Had it goin' on in my mind, between the ears, I hallucinated you meetin' mama, sister & rhymes.

Silver lining of the phrases, sentences, paragraphs, dissertations, novels, tall tales, drunken lovers

Never any reason to remain silent when you can constantly remind the amnesiacs to be what flies

Winged and not Earthbound to the dirty asteroid's revolution, bleeding the hydrogen in the rivers

So you can breathe in the fun and laughs out of a  purple haze, YOUR place or mine's just 5 high!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, January the 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the Void's matrix, in the vortex at the point of @WARtheBand #SunOhSon LIVE link @  https://youtu.be/SbGGkMyVM28 }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#HighRider #LowDownBoogieWoogieShamed @WARtheBand

RISEN SKY'S SCREAMIN' PRAYER, RIGHT REASONS, MARY?

In 2 shakes of lambs tail, you know what the meaning of havin' babies is, awareness' purple haze
Insight into the dreams escapes from the Reality of the Earth's revolution about the Milky Ways
Babies to the cadavers in the ecosystem's smoke and mirrors underground, in a metal encased Id
Nothing to cry about and nothing to see or hear around here in this cannon's holy vacuum, shots?

Down and up the rivers that run north and south from the poles toward the equatorial phantom
You can't hang yourselves without the wire and rope you used to measure your height's ransom
Playin' up in the heavenly playground with the angels that have no body, nobody has a cellphone
If you don't believe me, ask your dead mama & papa in heaven, great ones with no flesh & bone.

I got some rock and roll for you to unite within your inner secrets of sheet you never say out loud
Nobody can and if they did there'd be instant mobs to squelch the WORD, up lazy rivers of Styx
Vikings and hordes of cavemen and plainsmen, all too humane for me & my kin, we are animals
Alive on stage in front of an absent audience with empty footage on MTV, I fly high track #Smalls.

It's an aroma of sweet leaves you cannot believe sounds like gunpowder invading your mind's Id
Ego has your head right there in the middle of my knees, near the plow and flickin' the switch's It
Not my invention it's just the reporter right here and now, giving the lowdown on a king's caddy
Regal and modest by the standards of the Milky Way galaxy, I only had one mother, one daddy!

I play the songs that move from the bones to the chords hangin' down from heaven, a miracle
That I'm here, that I got here at all and that I'm intending on being here for a hundred year spill
Many will come and go while I'm in the mix, on the night watch for the rough days to be my pills
I eat them raw, no water, just chew 'em up & my saliva's the only spit I need, I'm rockin' the Dell.

You breathin' in my ear again, kind of close to me for One who believed I was gonna predate fate
Consumed in bites, chews, swallows, digesting, regurgitating, alimentary and elementary, on a date
On the floor or outside up in the thin air from treetops to the space you can't breathe, Space soul
Miraculous friendship with the nickels you get back with your change for the cash you spent, Ho!

Persuasion's the key, the #HereAndNow are subjects & objects to predicate your free Will's rods
Beats and ways to rumble your 208 bones from beauty's face and head's minds, Silence from gods
Hand of no man can ever touch the place that only the creator of the whole shebang can be, Oh
And we're all animals #BTW, all in trouble because we can't mind the One who creates the show!

Everlasting kiss from the lips that'll never stop moving me from here to there, deal with me, I said
I can return the favor but I'll never know for certain that a nail's been smashed upon a hated head
Nothing but a feeling of good rockin' ^movin' like a sway of windblown, atom's love you too brew
Matter's a Stradivarius' energy within me, sky was the limit, no going back, no comebacks to life.

The whole ceiling fades away, I am, you are all there is for us, there's nothing else, no elf or Santa
One chance you've got just in case I'm right and all of this is true, faith that I loved you shattered
By the Truth as we know it, from the moment of the conception to be or not to be, it's been a trip
A wink & a nod deep down inside of you, down-low keyed, naked Truth will make backbones slip!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, January 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Listenin' to @Nickelback #LIVEatSTURGIS link @ https://youtu.be/g-qjd9Qo1FM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UpTheCan #BlankPages #ShotBack #ReturnedFire #OverWhenItsOver #NowThen #GimmeWater

KILL LIKE MEANS  W A R,  UNEMPLOYMENT, FLAT LINED CAPUT, IT'S OVER

Put a drink in my hand fifty years ago and here I am, in a mirror, not pushin' daisies, not sick

I can't remember if it was whiskey or rye, might have been gin or vodka in a 7-7 or gin's tonic

Either way, it was all over when it was all over, I could get from here to eternity with no map

Don't know what happened when I got to a fork in the road but one thing's for sure, it do clap!

I didn't want it but it came out of nowhere, communist plot to kill the GI younger than older

Ask who's left alive after being in the #SKOR and if you don't know what that is, google her

A place in Space on an Earth continent groomed from the bowels of the core, the gods' send

Kill your mind through your brain, it's over when it's over and you know it, it's no excrement!

Pumped through blown fragments of gravitational collapses and Big Bangs, I get it y'all, now

Breakin' it on down for the minions to read and write from grade schools, high ones & stoned

Everybody's gotta go not only to school for the sunrises but also to the sunsets for the highness

Low places swept for creatures who hold my Solo & Dixie cups full of a whiskey & H2O kiss.

They said we had to leave that moon before it was too late and they were right in retrospect

It was my ancestors home and this here place right here on Earth was the garden of their play

They nuked it with pollution and then blamed the gods for the catastrophe, creepy DNA deck

You could creep all night long like your grandma said you would if you were bad boy, sonny.

But in the penitentiary behind the concrete and steel the mothers and dads are all gone, pains

Nothing but you and your mind left to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell, nobody likes the stains

Clothes have no softener, other than your blood, sweat and tears that drop down stoned drunk

All of the dregs of society get stoned for being stupid, ignorant fools, bore to men who stunk.

Here's a coup d' gras for the mardi gras, students who learned nothing become teachers too

Passing no the unknown, occult knowledge of drinks in the hand, Jack Daniels or Smirnoff

Either way, #BrownOut or #WhiteLight that Spirit will elevate conscious minds from an asp

All the nonsense of an Earth goddess' damned art of being all too human of a being, last gasp!

The kids in the Bowery and boys in the Hood used to say things only they'd comprehend, dig?

It's nothing personal and it doesn't reflect on your worth as a person or human being, fix a rig

Shoot the line up the main to the brain, make the opiate flakes cover the logic and reason scat

Inherited from philosophers and lunatic dopes, first mover of masses, to war, where it's all at!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Freezember 31st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST