#HymnsToTheSilence @VanMorrison #SacredSpiritDrums #SilenceAtWarpSpeed

MANY OR ONE FOOL'S SILENCED SHADOWS IN EARTH'S BLUE HADES

Hades light burns atoms like they're goin' out of style, it's a function of protons' neutral electrons
Manipulating "civilized" denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah just because #ICanDoIt, my sons
It's not that I am mean or inhumane, I just needed to jump up and down on the moonrock
Therefore, I am, just steppin' in, sleeping creator's dream of being alive, fool's liberty joke.

Free of the Earth?  Not even a decent chance of that being alive when your token spirit kicks It
Shedding the 208 bones for nobody to awaken, nothing to pump in to revive the old nerd chit
Martyrs are all dead & so are sacred, high priests and jokermen jumpin' down heaven's gates
Where the punks merge & mate with the daughters of heroes and their joker mothers' fates.

In the back seat of your father's or mother's car, you stared into the blackness of time lapse
Between the birth and the death, free to grow the one cell into a multiplex of divine gold ore
This is what happens when a star dies, the denizens persecuted imagine a Cause to be One
Yet the Many have control over the liberty of bones that come and go, willy nilly, It Is Done!

Carved the deep gash into the skin and into the muscle, clean through the bone marrow, Ice
That's all there is just Ice, cold as an orphanage bathroom, don't go there lookin' for the peace
Heat and the fire keep it all warm until the time comes, it's murder to watch it happening too
No way to offend or defend the indefensible, myths are all actually the absolute Truth tease.

Nobody ever wanted to be one of the fools who will always rush in where angels fear to go
Listen carefully to understand the manipulation of the wonderful, beautiful celluloid show
Detrimental to the continuity of the inequality, the Ends form the matter, in syncho-psycho
Out of the deep space, atoms explode and implode without regard for God or human blow.

Destiny of the street children is the same as the orphans of the rich and famous, dead, buried
No memory of your greater grand parents as there will be none of you nor I, idols of the fried
Smoked and drank to rise up to the high and mighty, never getting to the target, to be or not
Lit up in the fire burning the darkness of the painting, the print is alpha-numeric gibberish rot.

Milk from the mothers all dried up and mates don't matter to the mad hatter, Man's in a hole
Deeper than Truth can shed light, funny as a terminal diagnosis of your mortality, rubber soul
Never a thing itself but the appearance to the senses of what the matter is, atomic wasted ID
Psychosomatic laws of the State, gods' stuck in your gloved fist, power to the people, oh shyt!

You're in it for life without knowing it, age of reason be damned by the ogres of the minions
Controlling the bread and butter is the only way for the snake to dole out the reward to hags
In the corner behind my back, it all goes down as I imagine the laughing fools' original sins
Monkeys, ape-like at least chimp or gorilla, that's the origin of mankind, animated DNA bags.

Need no gunpowder, got a water cannon shooting liquid 99 miles an hour, liquid silver bullet
Babies down at the feet of their daddies' boots, kickstand of the Harley real close, god-am It
Knucklehead, Panhead DAMN the '74, two wheels to freedom from the past in my rear view
Mirrored Ends & Origins, twisted notion of Hell itself, imagine a jungle law, I think it's blue!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mayday, Saturday, May 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
* Jammed out while loopin' #PhilosophersStone by @VanMorrison on the youTube, bad arse blues harp link @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }
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#ROCKPLAST @kENNYwAYNEsHEPHERD & @mOTLEYcRUE IN THE NUGATORY @JoeDanMedia

SAME TIME, SAME STATION, PLANETARY HIDEOUT FROM THE NUGATORY
Watch your mouth if you're rich or poor because the really bad actors will tear you up quick
Just like a dirty look, can't stand a cross word from a mouth to the virgin ears of a dumb hick
Just an ignorant miscreant through no fault of one's own, it's the luck of the draw, die rolled
Snake eyes, seven or eleven won't matter the day after you're dead, no answers in the dead.

Moved in a movie with motion film passing by the eternal light, an electric wall of atomic Id
All around everywhere you can feel, see, hear even if everyone else is out of touch, I smell it
Two by fours of pine & oak, pounding 16 penny nails through, fire, smokin' dank gorilla glue
So far up to high heaven after a fire in the hole, chemicals of plastic melted, now got bat flu.

Put all of my chips in the kitty, I'm bettin' this is my last hand and I'm bound to win, y'all losers
Not because you want to be, it's an inheritance from random, smooth operations of players
Play on the stage with the actors moving as if they're characters who have intrinsic worth, No!
They do not & they cannot save eternal from it's destiny of victimhood, a creator's hot blow.

Man in the mirror is who I am, a full quiver of arrows and dead-eye target aim, Space's Time
Future and my entire contents of recollections from the past since my conception, for a rhyme
Change of zero to one & one and every Karen & Dick get a millennial life, a sound & black light
Love has something to do with it, being above or below #Woke dreamers too drunk to fight!

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow may be too late for you and for me, no trouble to see it
To know the Truth is to know nothing more than the rhythm and the beat of the rock and roll
It's a feel like you had when you were born, a strange but attractive noise of beats & twangs
In the Space at any moment in Time, the air will pick up what the vacuum will absorb in fangs.

Dominating the subordinates is natural and the defense is to elicit guilt in the winner's mind
Self worth and unworthy worshiping of witches and warlocks yields the malfunction signed
It's magic, it's the sound of the words, the vibration of the tone and the will, the intent to do
Anything and everything from pole to pole of this planet, nothing else to be makin' y'all blue!

Utters squeezed until the dead air left nothing to the imagination, cow's teats were dead, see
Nothing else but the thirst and hunger left to be dealt with, whether free or imprisoned to be
Fire will burn it to the ground, ashes will allow the Void to reassert it's essence, ad infinitum
Clowns and saints of the holy Creator's disaster we call, Life on Earth, all live & all die in scum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{  Jammed out of the glue while listenin' to @KennyWayneShepherd 2019 #Rockplast link @ https://youtu.be/VsqCKPoAGHQ }
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#FallinForTheFirstTime #AGAIN #SurroundedBy#@

SPINE TAPPED, DOG GOD'S THRILLER WASTED IN TIME, FADED EUREKA!
You have the two dogs under control so no whining anymore, it's all 'bout the rapid ice drips
Ending up dead and gone is the way of the wise derrieres, who knows this is a scam of trips?
Nothing to worry about after you figure it all out, why you're here and where you're going
After this life, when you can't see or hear anything without a body, a soul full of hood sting.

To whom it won't concern, you all need to know the meaning of the Kool-Aid drunken stupor
Business and pleasure all in one ball of confusion, where you don't know anything but a whore
Sons and daughters meowing like alley cats, gettin' away with the stolen books nobody reads
Words all bustin' a killer rhyme, bad and positive waste of the food digested, know the kids?

Amoeba and paramecium alive in pond scum & Doom, here we are in & out of an A-bomb blow
Neighbors in mean streets, hiding in gangways 'round the corners, slippin' in town down or 7up
Amended the theorems and strapped the heat, put me down in a deep hole, never get out now
It's my mind that's all gone, it's the thing they wanted to punish, the mind slipped, can't get up!

In solitary without paper or pen, just my chit on the walls, stinks but it's what I got, it ain't chit
Babies and old folks who were grand, parental role models to leave their influence on the byte
All too human or divine, above or below the top of the palm and redwood trees, born or abort
Locked in and out of sight, once things themselves have changed enough to become the Squirt.

Thought forming from a movin' program of future and past tenses, presence of being in a daze
In and out of the restaurant to eat the dead animals and plants, left over to Gold's purple haze
Water under the bridge isn't moving any longer, it's frozen & nobody cares except the two dice
Rolled against the wall for craps, snake's eyes or whatever can't win, I'm all in now, I am #Lies!

You got a light?  You got a match?  You need to quench your thirst and satiate your hot hungers
For the diamonds and the gold left over before the gods died and left the kings' pyramid burgers
Wind due to the revolution, the spin and the wobble of the tomb of bones turned dust, oh Earth
Place in outerspace, 93 million miles from vintage conundrums, smooth criminal origin sin birth.

Sundown or sunrise is just the Word for the appearance of the ones blinded by light, mixed it up
Clear truth and innuendo moving you from the ignorance of innocence to the wisdom of the dead
Many lived and left the scribble of their mind on the dead sheets of tree, glued and stapled to Ra
Inside or outside, strokin' the pyramids, buried the source to save it from a bang, dead man hand.

Aces high, I win every time, got a king, a queen and a jack of every suit, it's my kitty, royal flushin'
Cheated once, got shot and killed and now, I always win because I am in charge of this death sin
Repeating the same mistake over and over thinking that it might be different the next time, #tilt
Never play me man, I shake down pinball games, I shiver creepin' into corpse shells, rats, beat IT!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FRIDAY, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Blurted out while listenin' to @MichaelJackson #25DoggoneGirlIsMine link @ https://youtu.be/RVKjERPfE5s  & @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA }
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