Thursday, August 01, 2019
#OnTheAirNow
BUZZ DREAM, TAKE A BUS TO IT
To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.
To raise it to my lips and let it loose, oh the fruit of the vine, lovin’ you holy, old grapevine
Oh mama, it’s a deacon and a high priest comin’ down from the mountain way long gone
I’m gamblin’ to get enough money to buy me a house and care, my girls on a front lawn.
This the essence of true romance between a man and a woman, those are my kind’s ilk
Languid but not too bittersweet, a caress to my skin and bones feels like mama’s milk
What I tasted from the woman who made me was a formula of iron and and a mini-soul
To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.
A treasure chest full of doubloons to weigh down the cage you and I are in, money, money
Soul survivor of the trip through the Earth cosmos and human civilization of 99 naked apes
Pretending that there’s a gag on God is the joke of the minions who follow the trick pony
Can’t you see what I saw, it flashed like the dawn’s first light, awakened the Many, dreamer,
Girls on the boardwalk and on the boulevard all pushin’ to shove One in between the legs
Why though? That’s a good question...why do we scratch where there’s a pair aces pushed
Nobody cares to know that we’re all runnin’ on empty, nearly out of gas and oil, beer kegs
Ran behind for three seconds, I still got to the future, I dreamt this and now it’s crushed.
Paved the road to the end of the line where a desert lines the stomach of the devourer
Eats everything in sight from dawn until dusk, sleeps near the leftovers blooms of God
Unseen and here then gone with no trace left in physical and emotional rescue red blood
It makes sense if it’s nonsense you seek, there’s gold in them thar hills, triggered a tiger!
by
r j j stephan, i *Delaware River crossing of Gen. Georgewashington & Gen. #AdamStephenhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Washington%27s_crossing_of_the_Delaware_River
c. August 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to Steely Dan #MyOldSchool & other hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
#BREAD @BREAD @EnEspanol
@2:22 A.M. FIRE’S IN YOUR MIND!
For no good reason at all, there are bacteria waiting to eat every cell in your discarded souls
You think there’s much more or a little invisible less than this world of physical, body holes
Punks grown in the home with or without the moral imperative to do unto others before I do
Because in the end, this mother of an Earth that I am is gonna treat you like bones and rocks!
For one moment, I am going to attempt to bring the elders who recollect the 70’s, this era end
Sharing is not as important as knowing that this is for your eyes only, not your mate or friend
Broken, so sharp, cuttin’ like a knife in the darkness of twilight, I don’t care, I don’t know why
Presented the walkin’ apes to Adam & Eve, this is gold, sweet by & by godseye, yep, It all dies!
Think about tomorrow when the Earth spins around yet again in it’s finite wisdom to wobble
In the same rotation as it’s orbit around the One thing that makes all the sense in a lye bubble
When bread’s truth is recognized as Illusion as it has always been, dawn comes upon 99 apes
Eyes of apes see what they see and then they jump the sharks, follow lemmings, smoke vapes.
I don’t want to leave and I know you don’t either, it’s a survival mechanism in the DNA genes
For surviving, remaining alive and thriving in a petri dish of viral bacteria’s holy sycophancy
Never wantin’ the dream to end, staying awake and without pain or suffering as long as...um
Nobody knows when their winding turn leads to nowhere in the Cosmos but the time’ll come.
For the next twenty minutes, your soul readies for flight, make sure you got clean blue jeans
On the way to the place in space where you’ll never be able to put into the words, All of It Is...
Sensational and upsetting because of the disappointment with believing what’s impossible go
To stop on your own with your own brakes or to be terminated by the robots’ laws, God blow.
Reverence for pews in the churches and the castrates who run the descendants of the Christ
Imaginary commandments and faithful rules, categorical imperatives to force Ape-manners
Born and raised to bring Hell up from Hades, from the bowels of Earth’s fired-up inner core
Showing Earth’s dirt and rocks are the remnants of the star that is no more, see, it’s dead ore!
All that’s left over from the Big Bang is the Love you make to the ones you are graces to enjoy
Boys and girls, men and women, all too human beyond their fourteen plus years, feel the joy
Makin’ the climax the thing itself that makes the species run its course, onto DNA extinctions
So, keep on movin’ past 2:22, the pretender must animate the wings, beat drums, blow horns.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. July 31st, 2019 @ 2:22 AM PST
{ penned to #70sClassicHits #AlbumOfTheDecade #HowLongHasThisBeenGoinOn? youTube Awoken my link @ https://youtu.be/OCf66NE4n-w }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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