#IfYouSeeMeOnTheStreetSomeday #BabyJustLookAway #DontLookAtMe @CHICAGOtheBAND

BACKSTROKIN' SATURDAY IN THE PARK & THE NEXT DAY YOU'RE GONE
Whichever switch you flip will do the trick one way or the other, if it's not off then it is on
Not much anyone can do about the somnambulism except get #Woke up as soon as you can
In your hometown or far, far away from the electric grid without the sun's rays on the wharf
Frequencies and wavelengths killing the cosmic and infrared messages from a white dwarf.

Sheriff and deputy in the jail, locked up behind bars, keys to the lock on the wall out of reach
Nobody alive now here in the place I got left, I'm just an innocent bystander on the sandy beach
Ain't my fault that you're unhappy and not smiling today or yesterday but tomorrow, you be cool
Not only because you need to be perceived as the baddest bones on the Earth but also, be a fool.

Heart's desire you'll never know, didn't say it, I ain't talkin' about it on the phone, my cell's dead
As if you and I don't know what the shakin' thighs mean, muscles in total control, drippin' chipchit
Felt my oats flowin' from thirteen until I was dyin' at a hundred and one, 1951-2051, a 3rd kind
Encountered the cosmos, it was deep down, surrender to infrared blues' energy, I blew my mind!

Born to write and sing about the kissing and hugging to procreate the species' genome, Lie to Me
Don't ever tell me the absolute Truth, it's more than likely incredible & out of this world's Spaces
Never out of Time, microseconds and the slip and slide up to the home base, wherefore I'm free
Perfect love leading the wild & dirty dogs to their destiny in cages, locked up by naked ape faces.

Easy to be at peace when there's no threat from a killer, a beater of the innocence out of the wild
No surrender today or yesterday but tomorrow or the next day, I cannot guarantee a baby's child
Maybe only One old soul can fathom the mystery of an unreal, infinite hole full of gold in holy bin
DNA First Cause of Final Effects, deadly & knocked up big bangs, zygote conception mortality, sin!

No warning that there is a test to evaluate the trustworthy & eliminate the occasional liar on fire
Yet, all of the incapable and inept have been eliminated to leave the only one left to do a big job
That would be me, myself & I and that One trinity is all I'll ever need to get by, never be a fat slob
Standing &sitting straight, eating, drinking, barking then caput, stab wound of an empty lyin' liar.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Saturday, May 8th, 2021 Anno Domini @12:12 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Chicago #LIVE Tube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/Hmja7mDBDyc }
#ChicagoFire - A GIF dedicated to my Grandpa, Chief Al Stephan, 'retired' & RIP @ChicagoFireDepartment & WWI Doughboy!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#It'llAllComeAround #InALittleWhileBaby #MemoriesICantFindICantErase #SomethingLeftBehind #GotDatchit

I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT YOU TOO, RAT WEIRDOS AIN'T SHUTTIN' ME UP!
Good life came and went between the parties and fabulous backs fallin' to the mighty imbeciles
Nothing wrong with that if you don't care if you're an imperfect mole on Earth's hot derrieres
Completed the flips of the coins and I lost two out of three, you win again, I will always lose it
But I forgot to tell you that I let you win on purpose, I've never lost for real, sorry 'bout datchit.

Reasons and the meaning of why you exist and want to survive in the middle of the desert
Or the hillsides of the foothills from the Pilot's hills to the golden mounds of Coloma DirtT
Many & The One have come and gone before me & they'll come, got my landin' gear down
Had a time or two in this little space between my ears, tattoos and earings dead & buried.

Sides of the coins are blank and meaningless, no penny or nickel-dime to death for a buck
Mouth agape, still love beatin' deep inside my DNA acid in my heart and invisible soul, fuq
Microscopic popping of the atomic muscles, broke open in a Super Nova, again ad infinitum
See the 208 bones and soft skinned beauties?  I don't because I'm blind, I stared at the Sun!

Bums can't hide forever because they stink when they die and you have to burn or bury 'em
Black plague would return with the vermin and the river scum who eat the roots to the core
Common Elon M & Jeff B rise to the top of the heap of creme de la creme, lucky dogs' Stiths
Mom's and dad's genes matter very little, it's the nurture in the nature that survives the fits.

Surfing the sea I felt the nature of Nothing underneath & above me, with the aliens' of lady GAGA
My dreams fade when I'm awake, I see what I see and nobody will agree it's all about you & me
They think it's all about them, they're wrong 'cause there ain't a clue about WHO the hell's free
Characters of an imaginary, UV & infrared figments of the inner sanctum of Oz, a farm in Topeka!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, May 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 8:08 AMPST
{  Drafted listenin' to @UncleKracker #InALittleWhile loop @ https://youtu.be/UITLoH41xRw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#GTFOOH #KeepOnMovinMuddaFuher

 

PABLO'S HONEY DRIP, A HOLY SKULL TRIP
Where do you begin a pagan portrait of the idea itself, an idea of a thing itself, antimatter alone
Pebbles to the rubble, stone leftovers from the #BigBang, comparable to an angry mother cyclone
Isolation from too live of a crew in a petri dish of cosmic soup, archangels feared to go but I went
Power to leave but no power to come back, kiss my Picasso, a one time shot, try not to get bent.

Oh my my, confidence to never go down six feet below the broken rocks that rolled on my stones
Pacific to Atlantic, north pole to a tip of Antarctica where the days are long, days of penguin bones
Birds swimmin' like fish, men flyin' like birds in Metallica rock and byproducts of dinosaur olive oil
Rhythm and Blues maybe the only thing this is all about, in between bosses get to eat me royal.

It's a bare knuckle and knife fight, no zip guns or shotguns except in the bong before the rumble
Jets and Sharks imposing their will upon the unwilling, fight to the finish, when one dies, it's over
From Pablo's house to Carlos' cave in the hills, we moved those plants and apothecary into gods
Dark shacks, locked up with night shift guards of the Doberman and Shepherd gang of war dogs.

Millions made from the myriad of Mary's hyper-flower tastes and aromas, to die for and you will
Indeed higher than the ones who die, stuck on the ground, not higher than their father's kneecap
Babies who see what they saw and then forgot about the nature of the beast they've become, so
It's all about the Super Nova, didn't I bring that up during the last revolution, sent a letter to you!

Ups & downs all come around in the end and it's an empty vacuum of drums beatin' a final blow
First you're here & then you're gone, that's all you and I will ever know, we died on our first date
In the invisible unknown one who lurks somewhere outside of Uranus, Neptune or far away Pluto
I think I was here, yes I'm sure of it but eventually, back but there's nobody to look, it's too late.

Honey drippin' out of the rare Earth's water, in the magic glass mirror's prison wall, I'm all gone
Nobody's fault, it ain't mine or yours, there's no reason to fret about it, water makin' green lawn
Babies sing sweetly and when you get to hug and love that sweetness, the gods' of golden dawn
Fright and fear of dark shadows minded by the innocent & beautiful out of my love's holy bone.
F I N I S
W. W. A.R. D. ?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, Jeudi, Jeudi, May 6th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:01 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @SANTANA #LegacyEdition link @ https://youtu.be/pbemlXU0JGA & @EricClapton #461OceanBoulevard #DeluxeEdition link @ https://youtu.be/BTSiFniWFOE & @TheRollingStones #PlayingTheBlues link @ https://youtu.be/rA5E8Q-AJM0 }