#AWoman #AMan = AMerica Allman, Dylan, Scaggs, Allmans

 

 

WHEN ALL HELLA FIRE BROKE LOOSE, ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS PETRIFIED GOLD
People get locked in tight when schools over, K-12 or beyond to the pHd for Molochi's minions
They pull tricks on all the best of us, alien spirits invisible to the human genome, unconscious It
Lost and found in the dreams during sleep and watching the Real turn to the Fake before a chit
Flickin' the lint off of my sweater and swattin' flys on the screen door, I used to care who wins.

I don't worry about it while I drink me champagne and smoke the Bermuda Triangle's bud-buddies
From the first day the eyes were opened to the solar light, we merged with the presence of blow
Who I am you won't know 'til your final heartbeats, you may not believe it but life's gonna cease
Function of some equations are useful and some are harbingers of Nothing at all, equality's zero.

Wild as the day I was born, crying about the situational change, it's First caused, we're the effect
Moving the dreary mountain back into the deep, blue sea so that getting uptight is doom, a seize
Nothing left when it's all over, you know what it's like to lose a game, take a CoVid19 shot wreck
Asymptomatic allergies to life and death, who knew that a virus could kill the man & the species?

Gone before it was a time to go to a wake and a funeral for a stuffed brother's sister, I'm all gone
Nothing left before or after my trip around this unwelcome and uncaused system of the damned
We know nothing, thinkin' that's enough for the inquiry, got to get some sleep & forget it, son
Awake, woke, still in a deep somnambolistic termination of a trip, a mind can't stand to be dead.

Wheelin' my girls down the street in my station wagon, '60 Chevy turquoise blue, Mother of Fawk
On and off for the next 60 years up until 2020, I drove many & paid off some out of the Joints
Things really have changed since back in the day when the words of teenagers were moot points
Today and tomorrow, they are no longer educated in the warehouses of the public square folk.

Lyin' with the dogs in the junkyard is not a problem, since I'm in charge of all the junk, lost jazz
Is it beer thirty yet?  I walked over 40 miles on the backroads in the Bayou and came back too
Gator country is not friendly not to mention Cajun cuisine that sideburns the toes with pizzazz
Hurting deep down in wee bones, in the lead, there's golden cramps for a tramps, boxcar's flu.

by
r j j  stephan, i  { A 2 For 1 de jour }
c.  Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 6:66 PMPST
{  Locked in tight to @BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged @WonderBoys soudtrack, @CurtisHanson Academy Award #BestSongfromAMotionPicture kn 2001!  Link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo  }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeopleAreNOTcrazy #ItsJustMe #InsaneInTheMembrane

FOR, WHAT IT IS is NOT WORTH A THING, JUST AWAKENED to NO THINGS
You must be kidding for some reason, why I don't know right now but I will to see light, a hero
It's quite dark inside of the casket or the womb, therefore I am the cosmic dust of a blue moon
Funny yet serious, like the happy, blown atomic matter from the star above, the big One, sun
Common denominator for the equation is One, it's all over the One, itself one more than zero.

Punks mirror the images in the water and the ice without regret, it's a love song to be the best
To be or not to be is not the only question, why we got here for nothing is a solipsistic inquiry too
Yet the words won't explain the connundra, these mysteries remain from pre-Socratic to Trump
Now, regression is progression & membrane ends never justify the means, we are in the dump.

Where the star's above cover us in a blanket of mystery, unknown darkness is friendly to Nothing
What I am and what you are may be the same thing but we all return to the maker of the Thing
Itself can be a rogue atom, a thing like the first man, Adam, sounds similar, exactly correct man
Sitting down, laying down, tired yet wide awake, motion of the moon and oceans, all too human.

Junk filling up the yard so men & my women can hang around, alive & not yet dead to the world
Joy's gone, fleeting the moment it arrived, WE was all there was to It, big bad boy & good l'il girl
Old man roamed from the Earth to the Sea & found the Thing, you know the Thing, an original sin
Become the hunter & prey at one and the same time, to be or not to be is God's faking question.

Don't get me wrong but you know you will, just be there at the end but what the end is, is nothin'
Wound up like a baby in a wet diaper & no language's scream, too wet to see love of the vermin
Fools' assasins cannot be jerked around forever, we've got to have a reprieve, retweet tweet chIt
Function of equation, 40 days & 40 nights deserted, flyin' high allstars of a black sky's divine skit.

Danced to the music, drag raced the fastest hotrods to the bridge, I always win, just passin' thru
Miracle of the First Cause is not the subject of the inquiry, it's the creation that came afterwards
To be or not to be in the dance with the men and monsters who rove for fruits and nuts of birds
A final lapse of reason shows fools & chickens, jitterbuggin' to a raggin' roost, Time's up, Word!

by
r j j  stephan, I
c. Samedhi, April 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out early AM {due to insomnia caused by MEDS & THE realization that transitory happiness is the illusion I love so much, now things have changed a byte! }  listenin' to One Big Lie, Water Under the Bridge, Wheelbarreling by @BobDylan #PeopleAreCrazy & #ImLockedInTight #ThingsHaveChanged link #AllHellsBrokeLoose @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#WomanDontKnowMeMan #TimesSpaceChangedThings #LastTrainLeftTheStation

 

DON'T CARE ABOUT IT, FORGET ABOUT IT, SLAPSHOT GOLD'S DARKNESS
Locked into the combination of zero, eternity to the right, 7 to the left, zero to the right & again
Water and garbage under the bridge and it doesn't get any easier, snip & cuttin' my clear as-skin
Mortal or venial, original or just against humanity, the Ends are identical, smoke a silkworm bud
Nothing to contain the blood and bones, mind and brain won't work, ain't no survivin' eatin' cud.

It's complicated when you accidentally hurt another human being, they ain't no sick, nutty dog
You don't get to terminate the living unless you get permission from the power that is all agog
Government of the people, by the people and for the people saves the genome for coded copy
Alienware movin' the dots in the matrix from the chaos to the order of things, abused and free.

Ape my words, copycat the whole shebang and you'll see Nothing more clearly, for a second
Then it's all over, bright lights clear the pathway and the mothers of the inventions roll a One
Smoked and swallowed deep down into the lungs where the blood brings bang to the brains
Come and go as you please, in and out of the dream's reality and fantasy, it's all the refrains.

Repeat ad infinitum, cause and effect of the last effect is the one missing from an assassin's eye
It's the zero, absent without leave, clues leading to the solution that's an incomprehensible lie
Mothers and fathers told us not to come after they got us here the same way, it's complicated
Timing is everything, we moved from the rest and now, the unknown is known, we're all dead!

Treasure of gems, words and the wastewater left over by the piste recyclers of H2O, tons of guns
Bullets from revolvers or .45's without serial numbers, .38's from daddy's sock drawer, my funds
All I needed to go from the start to finish without being jinxed, I am a monster y'all 're afraid of
I'm all in your mind, hard to believe the assassin was inside of me since day One, Gold's the dove.

So, this piece of lead used to be the fool's gold in the 1860's, blamed murder on me, gallows seen
Undertaken to solid ground, wrapped in cheesecloth, stinkin' like dead matter, heavenly flim flam
Monkeys everywhere, eating & defecating it all, time after time, it is after all, all about me, I am
Suns and stars of animated carbon, oxygen and nitrogen blowing their cookies into a smithereen.

Last plane & train left the station, you and I are here and now, locked in tight, out of range again
Recycle the light, sound, grapevines and Mary's weed burned the whole shebang, I Am a-changin'
Quickly pass the puck to the forward, slapshot in the net, from man to empty casket flimflam, son
Spinner we are, wobblin' ecliptically, caged in revolution, moonshine GOLD, assassin's One, Done!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, April 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:11 AMPST
{  Drafted the moment that Hell broke loose the fire and brimstone, lecture the preachers & listen carefully to @BobDylan #Jitterbugraggin' to #ThingsHaveChanged #TimesAreStrange #ImOutOfRange on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?