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.?

#WhiskeyForMyMen & #BeerForMyHorses @SucksToBeNobody #CatchMeInMadagascar #DownSouthJukin' @Skynyrd @Madonna

FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For mystic pizzapie

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize black-light blinds, blacklisted, nobody enters the same river twice, send.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO's "the girl"

#ROCK @KidRock #TheEAgles #DuelingDaltons

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got needs to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain a status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom & justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in a cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive's caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of an End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at a wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets y'all heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways & freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash-veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all y'all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating 'round in an Ether, disembodied consciousness-memory stack o' whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat's blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed a product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds blowin' in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they wanna get another chance but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoDaDuggyInKentucky @BoysRoundHere #TeethForTeeth #EyesForEyes @StevieRayVaughan #StrandedCaughtInTheCrossfire #GimmeSomeCoolSweetWater #H2O @EddieMoney @KennyWayneShephard @JonnyLang @BishopFultonSheen #rollin with the #ZZTop @LynyrdSkynyrd y @Santana #IAmWinning

RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚

NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep

Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked

By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead

Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt

Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.

It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility

Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea

Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza

Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.

Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho

As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy

Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud

Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.

Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed

Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared

Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga

One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!

Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe

You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate

Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser

Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.

Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown

Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown

Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices

Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.

War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder

To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear

Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister

You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.

Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last

Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast

Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro

No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.

Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast

Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones

Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast

Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST

{ Chopped this cherry tree down while jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

THAT’S THE KING