#ItsBeginingToLookALotLikeChristmas #RockinAroundTheChristmasTree @PeggyLee @EVERLAST #GodNatureDreamingWokeUpInTheGAME Please, Please, Me Too @PhiladelphiaEagles @TheEaglesHITS #TheBeatlesHITS #Lyineyes #REVOLUTIONJesusChristmasBuddahKrishnaDeusMama

@CharlesBrown

Eagles vs Bears

LEAN ON ME EVE

I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE

It’s the damn name of the game with the rules inside of the cover with all the players

All up the alley of each and every one of us born to anyone but an up country farmer

Ridicule of it will come from the jealous and ignorant, it’s their karma instantly to be

As a direct result of the thoughts & actions originating in the host, ego of y’all’s & me.

Existentially in need of the meaning of life and death on Earth, watchin’ the scythe

Reaper comes and goes at will, at the hand of the gods or their creator of pre-atom

Heading nowhere yet single straight line that turns left or right, right angle or curve

Dreamin’ it all and then wakin’ up in your bed’s quilts, naked as a j-bird, as an Adam.

Better for the skin to skin contact the special, significant other dishes from the Eden

Fairy tales and actual events unrecorded other than word of mouth & signify in code

Written, spoken or painted on surfaces from trees to rocks to pulp fiction paper Zen

I employ the tools in the shed I inherited from the genome, twilight zone ala mode.

Swallow pride saying all words in the way a spell goes, order in categorical imperative

Presto after the magic fills the smokey void, appearing out of nowhere, a funky thing

Nobody is in a position to believe you because of your exhibition of logic & reasoning

All children, through infancy & personal hygienics training, bloody bone’s a deep dive.

Harm is merely the lack of longevity to the forsaken species, we’re all gonna die apeman

You’ll see I’m right, but it will be too late on your last breath, try to live like no superman

Pole south to north, on the exterior crawling, walking, running & flying to keep it all real

Seeing is believing, without eyesight it’s understandable that Blackness is no color at all.

My side front door is as wide and tall as my back door, the height only seven feet-two

Why all 86 inches in all when it could be 6 & 7 which makes little sense if you don’t know

Nothing more than all of the things made from the gas of atoms, colliding in a clump

Why is this? If I never know, I’ll die in wonder, hopefully another 20-year dump.

Far, far away from all music that’s being played for neither rhymes nor rational reasons

Without birth control through a myriad of means, the species will remain in extinction

Modus operandi as it’s always been since the original sin, don’t tell the priests & nuns

What fun it is to laugh and sing a jingle bells song that achieves a daughter’s new sons.

Feeling warm and as cozy as you can in the odd company of strangers who don’t see you

You see them & attempt to engage only to be ignored as if not worthy of the affair’s stew

Function of the beings is to absorb the systematic doom exuding from the pores of a few

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree & dancin’ with the sentimental feeling, turning it blue.

Off the cuff, some people have a lot of nerve thinking that they’re better than all of us too

Imagine the gall, the audacity of an idiot or a moron, even an evil genius or common fool

All that live on Earth are invisible from 8 miles high, I’m not exaggerating, ask any aviator

Everyman’s words carry weight, an ounce to a pound of the blood, sweat & tears’ jerker.

Form is the specific anterior of the a posteriori improvisation, we are the tool of creation

Neutral or neuter as it must be without any gear or gender of mating content, original sin

In the center of the dot, the period, there is nothing at all, complete void as above & below

I never cared for Beetovhan or Chopin but in the right hands, brass & string mutate a blow.

Bars and spaces to signify the exact repetition of the tonal memory to soothe a savage too

Man or beast from savage to a cultured, educated pretender of being better than all of you

Yet, as above, so below, if it can happen then it will happen, what can go wrong will as well

On the other hand, with two for a choice, everything else is wrong, down a rabbit hole I fell.

Suddenly, everything that was all lit up with daylight turned pitch black without any warning

Gratitude for the assistance provided by the unconscious mind within, inherited for nothing

Just in time, in the right place in synchronization with the galaxy and effects of a 1st cause

Firsthand experience cancelled personality & notion preconception yielding perfection, God.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 12-13-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Inspired by the hum of my cerebral cortex & listenin’ to the #BestOfWarTheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bMOQAtvmaQY?si=kVt8hshUTFSEtH3a }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

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Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

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By George, I think you’ve got what it takes to ascertain the reality afoot here
Colors to the blinded by the light animals on Earth, virus to women and Man 
In general, my ol’ TV was an Admiral, my father was a sailor in the Navy too 
System of the four downs every series of plays toward the goal on a blue hue.

Deserving no attention from anyone with a lick of sense, you think, hence I am 
In your mind’s eye to digest the gist of a song I can’t sing in tune, tone deaf bam 
Zeroes in the dust we built the skyscrapers upon, so morons could go for Babel
They did it before, they did it again & they’ll do the infidel prophet’s liberty bell.

Keep it up, real, above board, no cheating on innocent & wild eyed’ E streets
Game with rules followed by some but not all of us, it being unfair to opponents 
Alleys so much easier to navigate both sides of two dead-end avenues, air I blow 
It’s the journey to the destination you & I elevate to empty Space of a Void expo.

No sights or sounds, just navigating vibrations of the stardirt below us, it’s doom
Not so much we have to inject into the history or the legend, hence, a holy tome
Every word of paragraph compilation, weaving a tale that appears to be fictional 
It’s a shred of the holy name, the arc of the covenant that we call, my Holy Grail.

Believe me without a choice to ignore the Truth in plain sight, all Life will die too 
In or out of the drive-thru lane, satiation occurs unless death’s afoot or the Blues
Shape, a formation in either a straight line to infinity or a circular bend meeting
Lower underneath the highest level above ground zero, passin’ touchdown king. 

Brought a knife to a gunfight, sharp and in stealth mode but not no silver bullet
Far away, yards from several to hundreds, rifle’s shells of gunpowder & lead shyt 
Pace is quick and slows down as the energy drains, it’s a thermodynamic theory
Heat expands and Cold contracts, it’s not personal, the way it is, is the way it is. 

Mirrors with the reflections you’d never know if the polished glass wasn’t gifted 
A la all gods or an accidental find of the gold & silver made out of the dead lead 
In every case, in or out of the darkness, eating dead plants & animals to survive
Defecating & defalcating until the cows come home to trip on legs without arms.

How many fans are fanatics who sit & stand for points shaved, wise, forsoothe
What I mean by the odds & ends are the random deductions from assumptions
Inductions aside, the truth of the premises yield the final production of a Truth
Recollection is required, bad memory cannot function as the first or third sins.

Been around a little bit, more than some and less than a few others, yet, I flow
As the stream moves north to south in the Northern hemisphere & vice below
South pole where nobody goes to vacation with the children and pets of Man
Completely spun into a frenzy, the wobble ceases & friction ignites the firemen.

Picked six or twelve in the material world where the odds are against the gods
Nobody anywhere at any time from the origin to dissolution of cones and rods 
Nothing to see here in any case, reality and fantasy merge into comic relief scud 
Imagine it, muddy H2O becoming an animate virus & bacterium, a meteor dud.

Now & again it will happen in the future as it has in the past, death wins battles
Either a war to defend imaginary nonsense or just insane mind of a damn killer
You can conclude the inevitable, nobody gets out of here alive, we’re gonna die 
Like your ancestors for the last several centuries as well as descendants on high.

Dream ends, eyes stare at Nothing as if it will change but it will not, it’s The End 
Thoughts from others who survive our corpus dillecti are without guilt to offend
Touchdowns, Home-runs, overtime last minute three exposes losers & winners
Here and Now is the By and Bye as above, so below, I will leave you with jitters.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Dimanche, 12-7-MMXXV Anno Domini @1010 AMPST 
(December 7th Day of Infamy)

{ Kicked this out with @JonnyLangBand Live @Montreux 1999 video on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM?si=JWaPjOx_r5_SxynV}  & LIVE FOOTAGE OF PEARL HARBOR BOMBING BY THE JAPANESE ZEROES 7 DECEMBER 1941 LINK @ https://youtu.be/tvSz9jyJSgM #StateOfWAR } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?