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 }
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M.A.S.H., SOUTH KOREA IN 1974 FELT LIKE 1951, KISS UP TO GOD

Timing is everything, you will pay the price for not paying attention to a world left behind

One that your mother generated by hook or crook, thanks to your father’s quest for climax

Tidbits and pieces of gold and silver left behind by accidental purpose, an infinite bag of Trix

Talking less magic than sugar-packed, colored balls of rice, wheat & rye grains for the mind.

Filling the ignorance gap with star-riders who came from the burning balls of gas-lit gods

Imaginary though they are, head knockers will stop the shows in their unhinged RR tracks

Whatever will be will be, as it should be since ain’t no other way anything can be done, sons

It’s all about the A’s B’s & C’s, the 1’s 2’s & 3’s, an algebraic calculus of trigonometric cons.

Sit right down and write yourself a letter that you can mail to yourself & read to be edified

Annihilation of the defenders of freedom on enemy lines, they invented the tool of Hated

As above or below, the whole bit of ecstasy and misery on one ball of water & rocky herders

Hell above and heaven below the military aid, created on the backs of the workin’ slackers.

Imprisoned, captured or killed in action, the heroes get a medal & chopped-off gold medals

Satisfaction guaranteed behind or ahead of Time, it’s everything, a miniseries of “I shalls”

Ahead or behind the catch of the day, you eat what you can stomach, pass on the rest of it

Cooks concocted all wonderful grunts to digest and metabolize in a timely fashion, 64 bits.

Subjects, direct objects with action predication and the whole shebang of treasure & junk

Kept it in a safe place before & after the corpus dillecti just me, all I’d burn, no more skunk

It’s too many or not enough but either way, the ends justifies the means, it’s one fact of Life

Check the screen for fingerprint smudges, cause of distorted side-effects, husband & wife.

When you see everything clearly with 20/20 vision, without cataracts or two contacts

If and only if then, you’re blinded by light shining into your skull’s face & turned backs

All things everywhere on this highway of ups and downs will end in a silent hush code

Hope you find the door to open up your mind to the Truth, infinity in short, finite mode.

Pair up until a triplet is left in the end, stick to the speed limit & avoid the cherry red

It is done like this and that, eagles singing words about living, loving, crying & dying

Grizzled all the same as she’s always wrote, “It’s been sweet, but gotta go now. Bye…”

Drizzles that happened exactly at the same time I wondered how to do a lover’s bed.

Dire needs and earthbound desires wobbling and revolving around the orbit hood

Extinction being the end of this finite world at hand for each & every one of us, dude

Out of the darkness comes a coefficient to figure out the solution to the impossible

Immortality is the long and short of the whole shebang’s rubber soul, empty shell.

Hair of the dog on your tongue but you don’t give a lick, you just get numb chokin’

Smoke and mirrors blow Truth reflecting back into your face, appears in mortal sin

Give up your attempt to give the benefit of the doubt, you can’t avoid the highlight

Care about nothing more nor less than every single thing that’s clean out of sight.

God’s dams are made by the men who wanted to quench the thirst for liquid gold

Tears from the waterfalls came with the territory and streams stream hot and cold

Beer & Ale disappeared with 1/5 bottles of Jack Daniels Black & Johnny Walker Red

In reality they’ve been drunk by the trolls who live under the drawbridge, as I said.

Dessert can be eaten before or after a main dish, I’m all about cake’s sweet cream

Celebration of the location of the cook and the cookies, in the kitchenette steam

Hurting the pleasure and indulging in the exquisite pain of leaving Earth with a soul

As above, so below, Origin’s way to be is here, now, it’ll be there & then, black hole.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, February 21, 2026 @ 1430 PMPST

{ Cracked this out the woodwork jammin’ to “Somehow, Somewhere, Someway” by @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/qHNeWh-QX34?si=mkMHDYyCXw79qYH2 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

SailinShoes #LittleFEAT YOMurph! Coppin' a Sneak

AIN’T NO MURPHY’S LAW

Take my twisted word for it, that’s all of it and here at the lovely Hotel California, all ya need

Murphy’s voice says things no one comprehends because languages are foreign tongue-bleed

Until battles & wars waged kill the unhinged species of every continent, there will be chaos

Wicked or a bit bad, Saintly or mostly good & hardly squeaky clean, like y’all & your bosses.

I ain’t casting aspersions or in other words, judge not, lest I be judged, is my own mantra

It’s been easy to follow the categorical imperative to do unto others as I’d desire for a son

Nobody on the lawns in front of my house since I live I a penthouse of a high rise in a city

No need to fuss about going in and out for this and that, I ain’t worried about havin’ fun.

Watch the disguise of the discussion for the hidden meaning, there isn’t anything hidden

You’ll be analyzing the lines for what’s not there from my mind, it’s all an original, a big sin

Hiding lying eyes behind shades is a remarkable idea, I wish I’d thought of that years ago

It’s a fact of life that I was too damn cool for school, y’all many of y’all had the same show.

Chicago to Texas, Mississippi & Montana, California I spent those decades to rock & spin

All of y’all need to settle down & take total control of your behavior, don’t be a big screw

To the obedience of regulations & laws of civilized freedom to be alive & do what you do

Pretending is over, reality is setting into your conscious mind, cause & effects of action.

What was written on the inner cave walls by the intelligent Cro-Magnon, it’s already gone

Sights unseen and returning to the cosmic dust never before able to introspect upon One

On the stretches road that only a hitchhiker can access, picked up by locals’ antennae high

On demand that we all do and say everything perfectly as if we were perfect yet we ain’t.

I always knew I knew what Love was, what it is & always will be, a way to fixate “yo’ mama”

In order to fully appreciate the way that’s so narrow you think you’re on the wrong path out

Baked the goods & diablo’s evils into the ugliest amongst the tribes & herds worldwide Alah

My BIC lighter lit up the darkness with a spark that couldn’t be more than a radar blip, brah!

The load got loose, used the dump truck to drop it all off at the brickyard refuse yard dump

Pints swigged, shots fired in fireball form, boiled makers into a hot mess of cosmic debris

It is then, we’ve arrived at the future turned into the past, omnipresent in shape and form

North & South poles of the rotating, orbiting planets, Earth included, will animate eternity.

Call it fictional appellations so you can make much ado about the nothingness, it’s alright

Below upper echelons there’s a gathering for a big feast, stabbing with jagged, steely knives

It’s all for one & one for all routine, simple setup for the innocent & faithful to the blue blood

Harm absorbed, suffering in pain sublimated into a psychic realm of aftereffects the hood.

Lights dimmed into the black ultravioletish, low wavelength with that high frequency wave

I’ll wait here while you discover a reason for being alive on Earth, strong species all survive

Weak species become extinct & only resume their evolution through scientific intervention

In a test tube or a beaker, heated & corrupted in original form, a thing from nothing but sin.

Sin is laced and the cards are stacked, no matter how you slice it, you’re guilty of the crime

Allow your mother to read you mind but close it tight in every other case, it’s orphans’ Time

Guilt & responsibility for the morality and ethics of the minions, sabotage’s Idea itself, dies

As a phoenix rises, so you will too with or without the guardians, above the fray & holy lies.

Now, assuming Murphy’s Law is accurate, “If it can go Wrong, it will go Wrong.” Butter toast

Butter side down, gravity pulls the heavy side down too, on the ground, no worries mostly

Hard knocks headed in our direction because we’re in the way, move & pivot for correction

Frozen Time, melted in Space, expecting perfection results in that occurrence in It all, son.

Solids, liquids & gases are the reality of these doors between Us & eternity, pathos myths

Epic eras come and go, if not recollected via tools that mark surfaces in sensible glyphs

Money in gold or territory, it’s all it’s always been, nothing more nor less, a brief sojourn

We got the reason and the rhyme, we lived & we died mercy to you, my & mom’s unborn.

Truth is being told right now, I had everything in order, all categories full engaged in play

Monkeys on the soup line just like the people, they thought their mommies & daddies say

Just take the handouts, they got the program & couldn’t detach from deception, buggers

Full house with aces over cowboys, doesn’t beat four deuces, which is a hand in mine

I’llhump the bass for the backbeat of the drums, rhythm & rhyme to follow lemon squeeze

There is no subject, no object, no predicate, no adverbs, no articles, no verbs either, please

Leave out the super egos we inherited from immigrants who comingled diverse RNA decoys

Gave us the business, kids from the 50’s to the 70’s then tried to oppose us wonder boys.

Fierce as enlightened apostles of the void, no place in the universe for mankind’s silk ilk

Ends all come down to this, it began and ran its course between a bang & chocolate milk

There’s no joke here, why are you laughing, what’s funny, are you serious? Clowns stank

You know Murphy’s Law is that if it can, it will go wrong, and you can take that to the bank.

Ice melts, you know that & milk spoils, ex-wives miss you, at the border, you get pinned down

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star, as a clown

Unknown about the unknown since before history began, a cluster ingestion down the throat

Hair is a feather in the cap for the style of cut your father decided to sculpt, #Hairpie, wrote.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-28-2025 Anno Domini @ 1533 hours PT

{ Crafted while Jazz jammin’ to top 100

JAZZ plus  https://youtu.be/tfUZomG97pI?si=F82UQq37H4AaBTAL }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

No Comprendo Mi Amigos y Amigas #LUNA @Angelina_JoliePitt #FoundAMillionBucks "#ThusSpakeZarathustra" @Cleopatra

DRUNK ON A MICKEY,

 BY MYSELF
ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT

Now & then the time on your life’s clock runs down and it appears to be turnin’ to dust

One bad push and a shove could tip the scales, knock you or me down in or out the ring

You did not but I did build Rome in One day, it didn’t take much after the Greek thing

You know Socrates & Aristotle not to mention that Platonic dialogue above & below us.

Forms, Substance, something about Nothing and the things we name as feeling shapes

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth all take turns allowing feelings from finger to toe high on vapes

37,000 feet above Earth is a place to stay for a few hours but you’ll never get It all back

That time rollin’ ahead & behind of where you used to be moments before, like crack.

Bang it down the mainline of your cryin’ heart-broken addiction, they addicted you free

Then the charge for the deal was to obey the law, payback & do the will of debtor demon

Should have thought about it before, only way to get away is to get caught in the act, see

Easy & evil at one & the same time, spelled backwards, it’s “live” see the play, it is done.

See more or less the only thing you can see from a million miles away from the dead air

Above or below & all around this little blue dot, ask you ChatGPT or @Grok it’s up there

In the ether where it’s always been, 1 spirit of laughing gas is everywhere, broke cosmos

Drink a little spirit, smoke some Mary, there’s multiple choice but it’s all in the dosi dos.

I ain’t comin’ home ‘cause there ain’t no home to go to, I’m disconnected from the host

Mother Earth runnin’ me out of town to the backwoods, dark out there in the wetlands

Broadway & Rodeo Drive were unwelcome nests for varmints & junky no counts at most

Laws regulating the place in Space you occupy & visit or you’re eliminated from the fans.

Fans of liberty & the freedom granted to mothers, daughters, fathers, 7 sons of anarchy

Earth spinnin’ moon appears then disappears, we wobble without being in much trouble

I’d do this all again just for you, nobody else could coax me into position, just you baby,

Risk is eliminated, every time I’m awake you’re stickin’ me up, ring this conundrum bell.

Hits & misses of the balls thrown into your strike-zone, slammin’ homers to upper deck

Caring about the facts of life & the Space in Time we occupy for an unknown, finite time

Neither one of us cared for the mystery, so we made up our favorite dreams in retrospect

Some ol’ corned-beef smells like dog-food from a can, maybe it’s just me, I shall inspect.

Here’s what you’re going to do before you die, you’ll cry & beg for another gulp of Bevis

Or even Buthead, anything but lettin’ the angel of Death rob me of what substance it is

If & only if you’ve hungry enough, starving for attention, will you ask to be annihilated

Your attention will be arrested in the spot you were in, brain seize muscles’ rigor mortis.

Simple men and innocent women are in a dead heat in a blind faith without any way out

Behind or ahead & either side, there were traps, absolutely nothing but emptiness’ doubt

Creating something out of nothing was easier than you think, she was a soul stripper too

She stole my heart & then tore it apart into so many pieces, broads man, a dot H2O blue.

See a sunset is actually an event that even the blinded by the light can see, all an illusion

Punks ain’t in on the joke, in fact the joke is on them because they’ve no sense of humor

Hungry for the peace and quiet that comes after the hard rock & roll releases your beats

Can’t stop tappin’ my foot & bobbin’ my head, tapped out eye candy next to my hotseats.

Over in three hours, all flowers won’t wilt until the money’s spent, beer gets spilt in vain

Brown to gold in retrospect, all one way to go to ultraviolet infrared spectrums in heaven

I’m dizzy, drivin’ and drinkin’ & nobody else can be in the same room with me, I’m dead

Woke up like this, sleep wiped out my eyes, party’s over, J. Walker Black & Red in a bed.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XXIX^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

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ZARATHUSTRA IS MOOT

Cars Drive Men Purple Fly High Roadie In the #GardenOfAllah #SheGotARock & #ImGittinSTONED #GoinToCHURCH (ERIC)

Purple Midnight Hippy

SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Utter nonsense completely full to the brim of the treatise, logic of logo;
Older than I am and older than I’m ever going to be in this body’s bones;
It’s no problem that I found out I was a mere mortal long before the end; 
Sublime elevation of my conscious Id at One above here and now’s Ego.

Superseding any earlier rules, laws or other commands, all annihilated;
Imagine Space you’re deeply immersed within, further on safe & sound;
No rocket ship of gas you can survive upon, in fact, the Earth ain’t round; 
Chamber of death without O2, pure or mixed, as above, so below dead.

 

There is a decision to be made, phuq up the mind of us all, below above;
Substance communicated in essence, a solipsistic argument foe, all love; 
Common or complex for the sake of us all, we’re the ones to be so many; 
Fear of the innocuous is a learned behavior as being a hero in a tragedy.

Hairline fractures in all four limbs when the impact occurred, I got pain;
Middle way I was, ALA 50 years on 2 continents, I ate fire & I drank rain; 
Worshiped the idols of flesh and stone rock gold for two minutes, I fled; 
Paid the price, paid the tax, it was a matter of drinkin’ the ambrosia red.

Heart & soul, out in the open figuratively and a day after death, literally;
Steel and robber to animate the theft & assimilation of golden calf feed; 
Marge & Homer spawned a few sweet love children, a very good deed;
Abandon all of your stuff you’ve produced from all of the utter chaos.

Ask not to mention sufficient with regard to the remains of the dead quarry; 
Animals and plants once living then dead & gone in the menudo of DNA; 
Drown underwater, collapsed lungs, seized heart, fail to assimilate RNA;
Comes a day when you die that you’ve got to say goodbye, all necessary.

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, it’s what it is, regardless of your take all;
From original perception your insight results with being in a holy freefall; 
Coming out of Space & Time with armor of skin and bone, dust in wind;
Laugh, cry & then die, that’s all folks, let you go now, all me you & I find.

Someday happens to be today, no tomorrow comes without this 1st one; 
Timeline midnight to noon & back to midnight, 24/7/365 point 4, all fun;
In or out of the sun, midnight to noon with no sun at the arctic circle It;
Inside the mind of the punk and genius, it’s all about the bovine scat bit.

If & only if I’m right then it’s impossible that I’d be wrong, tautological;
As if you can admit that it’s true, that I’m right, which I am, nearly 99%; 
Purple hue of midnight to 4:00 AM, annihilate the fools on the 18th tee; 
Persuading incorrigibles that one’s free pass is the only way into a party. 

Never drink, never smoke, never become ill or in dire straits’ far out ilk;
Searched & found what it at takes to succeed at all tasks, mother’s milk;
Freaks & silly fools, friends & soulmates, fill up the spectrum with fluid;
Deepest purple like a fuscia flow head to toe, Time-Space magic, I’m It.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche July 6th 2025 A.D. @ 711 PMPST