WORD UP @KORN #StopYoureKillinMe! @PabloPicasso { inspired } #OnlyYouKnowLikeIKnow #DelaneyAndBonney

TIME & MATTER = FORMS

Careless in the presence of broken halos, form to see what ghosts must love, to rescue you

Knowing fear is near to my vest that I have buttoned up and down from my dressed sky-blue

All too human apes in the jungle, a continental neighborhood invokes survival as a species

Divinity sorrow & happiness depend on this Truth, shadowbox God, He’s ahead of his skis.

Hear-say is all we can repeat, the alternative is stone silence forever, without forgiveness lies

That a king in charge has the power to create or destroy creation at will, it is a Power on high

One or more up to the one past infinity, burned into consciousness, recall what never was

Dreamscape of Eternity looks just like the one you see & live within, but I will to re-awaken.

Dead and dying in the blaze of the sunlight, star of gas burns as if there’s no tomorrow, too

There ain’t if it quits the burn, fortune makes the life of gas a crapshoot, nobody knows it all

Somebody knows more than they're saying out loud; it’s got to be only special and epic times

Then two words will be loud and easy to hear & learn what it means to be Woman or Man.

Other than you got lucky or your karma is negative & you’re workin’ it off of your mind’s soul

Love you more than I hate myself, it’s the reason why I’m still here & now, not lost anymore

You found me in a swamp, or was it in a blue sea swimmin’ about lookin’ at freedom’s door

Launched and I can’t see in the dark, so I just keep movin’ never stoppin’ until a black hole.

Comprehend the meaning of your specific life & then life in general, you’ll understand it all

Why there’s air and water, heavy air when oxygen & hydrogen force molecular mix in a ball

All of it’s the way it is because that was the intent of the Will to power behind the façade

Without regrets, let it all hang out from the hiding places where bogey men hide a blade.

Enough of the this and that given to me for free, I didn’t deserve it, didn’t want it, yet I’m me

Still not doin’ what the others want me to do, I don’t need the help, shame on the Holy See

Known at all times in Space, we’re transitory, not immortal & we’ll die like all the rest, OMG

I say a ghost is in the machine, it’s will to be done, dream’s over, woke up, you disappeared.

I told you to go pound sand, and you should have listened to my instructions. I’ll tell no lie

You would have been happy to be alive & thriving on the islands of your choice, a mainland

Perfection itself, an abstraction of Rock & Roll, I lectured y’all minions who consume sand

Not literally, figuratively of course, spits it out as if it’s in there anyway, I ain’t the one, I’m fly.

To deport or not is a conundrum, where will the destination be, the moon? The Moon? Yes

No or maybe so, it’s ipso facto the same thing on a different day, think millions of miles afar

Billions of light-years ahead & behind us right here and now, where we sit upon fake thrones

As kings and queens, barons, traders, and thieves, all take a part in the melee of 208 bones.

Only you know like I know, that once you find out the Truth about the nature of things, well

It’s impossible to forget the Truth once one knows it; to share it with others is verboten too

Not that they wouldn’t listen, the Truth is, absolute Truth will set you free forever while alive

Dead friends know the Truth as you do, I warned a dead man not to jackknife off a high dive.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Thursday June 11^th 2026 Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PMPST

{ Drafted as young prey, created as old hunter of prey, while jammin’ to the frequency of GOD on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/live/rrY6Nm7jiQQ?si=TtcZOGMkED4cL53a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Poet & A Young Girl Picasso

#CHECKyourself #Santana #Winwood #Satriani #Church YOU GOIN'? #KennyWayneShephard #KidROCK #ACDC LIVE at Donnegan #HELLSbells

DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY

Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too 
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two 
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears 
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please? 
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies 
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did 
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.

Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it 
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script 
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride 
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.

In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void 
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid 
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie 
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.

Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face 
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans 
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations 
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.

Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad 
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace 
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie 
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high. 

Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in 
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin 
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical 
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.

On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony 
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals, with the pucks and footballs in the end zone of easy money 
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.

Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so 
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow 
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on 
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.

As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me 
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival 
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of 
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.

Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation 
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin 
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws 
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues.

Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.

 

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen  #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOW, YOU TELL ME...

YOU WANT A NICKELBACK!

Something Traded For Nothing Everytime #TheresLifeBeforeThatRedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne

DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY

Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too 
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two 
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears 
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please? 
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies 
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did 
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.

Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it 
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script 
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride 
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.

In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void 
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid 
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie 
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.

Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face 
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans 
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations 
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.

Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad 
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace 
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie 
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high.

Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in 
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin 
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical 
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.

On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony 
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals with the pucks and footballs in the end zone of easy money 
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.

Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so 
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow 
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on 
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.

As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me 
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival 
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of 
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.

Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation 
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin 
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws 
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues. 

Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all 
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity 
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.

 

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, June 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }
F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?