#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THAT’S THE KING

BLOWN SAMEDHI WITH MY ex-FRIEND #GROK @GROK #F-47 @F=47 #POTUS47 @B-2Stealth #ItAintEasy @LongJohnBaldry

T A K E  M E  B A C K  T O  T H E  O L D  DAYS

    (my high school ring girl)

1969 a.d. Some gave it all!

THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE @USMC 

Draft in the drawing room, no windows or doors in the place in Space where you crawl to die

Up above us, unclouded darkness 360 degrees about the planet, the star, the Sun, obfuscates 
Makes black the wild blue yonder where the USAF flies above the stratosphere on first dates 
With the One you love or someone to escort you through the morass of menudo, God fates.

Taxicab rollin’ rubber on the asphalt, singular skill is to safely drive without a fatal crash into it
It is all Death you’ll find at the end, where every single being alive on Earth has way long gone 
Hurting you & I with the pleasure given, it is not alone, pain requires the absence of pleasure 
You ain’t a sadist or a masochist, innocent baby y’all were at the #GetGo, then it all happened.

Joining the WAR after it’s already been won by the victor is verboten & y’all get no credit at all 
Winners glow, losers blow, no other way to see Reality, innocence removed the Girl of the Call 
Prostitution without abortion will increase the population of followers of a muddy, dirty dog 
I rebelled, I revolted, my father said that I was going to be surprised by Powers that be A Hog.

Dead and gone before anyone knew it, the entire species has imploded into One cell of Zero 
That’s your gods, your God, your divine creators who disappear into the wild blue yonder zoo 
Between you & I, the genes injection into the womb is involuntary, it’s the luck of a softer bed 
Fight or not, we’ll die with a last gasp, before or after corpus delicti, cut off the snake’s head.

Slice the Truth very thin, leave the leftovers for the good dogs who hunger for meat & blood 
We kill the animals by hook or by crook, we boil them, we burn them, we eat & we shat them 
Hiding far from the defecated remains requires locomotion to move upwind from foul stench 
Above and beyond the days and nights, a foreboding Ending awaits infants & the wise-good.

Witches get your brooms or your @Tesla spaceships fueled, it’s a long way to Alpha Centauri 
Don’t you know anything about the nature of the beast you’ve acquired from birth to death 
Fortune $$ to fill the coffers without a bottom, never-ending saga of the Mink and the Mook 
What I am, aye? It’s for me to know & you to find out, you will be shocked, let’s text a book.

Stare into Nothing for a minute, come back with the answer to the conundrum, but why? 
Just because of the dearth of information from the olden days of lore, linguistic anomalies 
By the bye, the way to a holy destination is to begin a move to take the King & Queen of #pi 
3.14’s a checkmate for the opponent & a win for the winner, I always win, as I am The Sky.

King of the Sky still requires a companion, a queen to accompany the power of mighty ‘X’ 
Moving the bowels of the broadcast booth, the form I am, trained by the best of the Rex 
Morals, ethics, wrongs and rights of the humans abandoned by the Big Bang or your mama 
It’s something to think about, I’m with you, we’re on the same page, go on, tell your papa.

When I’ve used the following words before today, I didn’t really acknowledge their weight 
It is what it is or it wouldn’t be that thing itself, it is a fact of life that cannot be denied but 
In reality of the human beings with five senses, some one more & some one less or two too 
Copy the theorems and corollaries as if they were coronaries, but keep in mind, Man’s fate.

To be a wise-crackin’ old man from a large metro area once nearly eighty, this shit’s all crack 
I ain’t kiddin’, what I’ve seen couldn’t be swallowed, Truth is, like it’d choke the young or old 
Now my cup overflows with the majority of Nothing nobody wants anyway, hit my fool’s gold 
Knowing my father and mother were the best things that happened to me, I’ll rock ‘em back.

Murder or self-defense, maybe even an accident of being in the wrong place at the right time 
Souls if there are any at all must be held accountable for a human brain’s choices on a dime 
Time and Space keep the mosaic animated until the undertaker whips up the formaldehyde 
Hate layin’ on my back, hope, faith, love for me will put me skull face-down, undertaker tied.

It’s my fault for using a linguistic twist, darlin’, it ain’t personal, it’s a matter of respect too 
Not everyone gets the greeting darlin’, some are just yes, mama, don’t make me laugh, shoot 
Peanuts in the gallery, the outfield is covered, infield playin’ on grass, a 3rd pitch playball sin 
Full count expires with a countdown backward from one billion, you know, a million-million.

Y’all lie down when you’re too tired to stay awake, you’ll fall asleep or you’ll lose your mind 
In the end, the finale means that it’s all over but the wakes and funerals of the stiffs who died 
It’s all about mitosis of all living things in the universe; nobody gets out of here alive, it’s jive 
Thinking without a brain working in the skull, impossible yet entertained as a ghost-soul alive.

Let me settle a quandary: who died & made you the boss of the rest of us? Your mama, man 
Accidentally, what you are is what you look like in a pond’s reflection or rear-view mirror scan 
Three steps toward the door’s a back door exit & avoids a pounding for sneaky, evil gone wild 
I got your Beast of Burden illusion right here & now, being facetious is my fate, scats all piled.

Begin with seed, a bean & from there, water daily, every day, 24/7/365, she was shakin’ cells 
Nothing shakin’ does what it does; it’s not the transmission, it’s the carburetor of four barrels 
Quad whispers the secret of the mixture, air & fuel, with a spark in sequential, random doom 
Tell the exact story to your mama, and she’ll see the full moon and run away with the Spoon.

Quit your day job, got no cash, food, no mercy & no charity from a hopefully-hopeless drone 
Quip on about the complaints from the underscored bums and junkies who need a real clone 
Jokers you saw reflected you, every day pretended to be you, surviving a ghost in the #Dog 
Dead men touched the dead women and kept us alive until Jesus and Buddha met the #God.

Either you eat the cherry pie when it’s exposed as 3.14 & you divide it by a trillion or a billion 
A little more to the right & a lot more to the left, hit it somewhere between infinity’s Eve Fall 
Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, priests of a guilty feeling, letting 1 Man be crucified & stabbed too 
Feeling good about the blind Faith commitment, Hope until the finale, a Hillbilly Deluxe fool.

Don’t shoot the messenger once again, or this eternal recurrence will remain Word of the Day 
A Secret Word’s “bird” up back of those black-seam nylon stockings hosiery’s unneeded today 
Dreamful she didn’t git PG that one time, yet a baby looks exactly like you at 2, 22, or 32 too 
Get a piece of hair for a test of the DNA, with a match, the unknown becomes known, so blue.

A mother of God married a human, a mortal man, to appear too legit to quit, and here we set 
Inside or outside the bubble, we all breathe, eat, defecate & repeat while multiplying like s#it 
Paraphrase the schism between the innocent infant & the useful idiots evolved on top-secrets 
Think, hence, be a useful idiot, don’t waste time with geniuses who lose the high-stakes bets.

Cufflinks on your sleeves, Windsor knot in your tie around your neck, you get the job, I’m fired 
I came well before my Time, even the universe of Space & Time needed Top Gun to be rehired 
Money was always for nothing, but every time I said that, the Truth was a piece of solid denial 
Only yo’ mama knows who your daddy is, y’all move these colored TVs, y’all a real pistol, pal.

Got Google Glass on you, it’s the way you always wanted it but you had no discipline in school 
Fill up yo’ tank with the fuel that gives you power to animate the causes & infinite effects, ho 
Freedom of choice, laws and regulations followed, remain free & not incarcerated by the fool 
You know we ain’t guards of freedom, liberty may have always been a bad lure in a gene pool.

Nine by nine, what the hell is that, just show me the lake and the river, I’ll get my 3 squares 
It’s the root of the beer I’m really shootin’ for, bull’s eye centered in my aim as I fire at hairs 
Then the thing is, I can’t kill a thing except insects that bite & infiltrate my stored sustenance 
Pierce the thin skin & hardened bone up the brisket to the heart, it’s a BBQ bonfire romance.

I’m listenin’ for a sucking pulse, I feel the beat pound a bit harder than it should, so be happy 
Blame the brew for the mixed drinks, you mounted the kegger with both legs up in a dark sky 
It happens, with or without you, causes of effects, some good, some bad, some as ugly as a fly 
Beats RIP 4/4, maybe ¾, or ½ time, it ain’t my fault, it’s the Way it is, hi to Mammy & Pappy.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March 14^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while breakin’ rocks in gaol, can’t get out alive so they said, here I am, free & Jailbroke, thanks to @ACDC 16 years to Life, on youTube’s inspirational video #Jailbreak link @ https://youtu.be/x7qQmpK9b1M?si=_vCp5TiZwvMZbuqD & #SoulStripper @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=DSXzDF9Uk080Pb0W }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

W I N N I N G

#DoobieBrothersConcert2025 @BigSmo @MorganWallen @HankWilliamsJr

OIL AND THE FILTER

If you don’t mind, this means War when you hear or see the rumors and hot propaganda

You don’t know what you don’t see or hear about by reading or word of mouth agenda

I know nothing and whichever words of explanation you hear one way or another, A Sting

Yank your attention and arrest it for an infinite moment, everything you know is changing.

 

Watch the end of the story unfold in a two-day battle, beheaded snake remains in motion

Party of the multiplicity on every continent on Earth the cars keep dancin’ in colored skin

Pink inside and out, blood’s purple inside & runs red on the outside of every skin’s parabola

Good old days you went through with me y’all know from Chicago to Mississippi to Florida.

 

Let me have the microphone, call it a #Mike, disguised a 1^st lady in the people’s blank house

In charge or down at the rock bottom of the ladder where the weight is carried it all aback

Woman had babies who grew up in spectacular or disastrous manners, can’t change it all

Know what I know way back in good old days, gas in my dad’s gas tank cost 20 cent per  gal.

 

Passing out or passing away is what we’ve been doin’ since I was back I the good old daze

Never change it one bit, I never knew more than I could see in the gods’ deep-purple haze

Talkin’ about a trippin’ in your home, greaser and dooper-style, all about hookin’ up to “its”

My girlfriends all knew my name, address & home phone number, so did their daddies’ fits.

 

Back to the story, back there where I used to run from the danger & turn around for a fight

Not afraid after the monsters in the dreams were exposed as the ghosts in my reincarnate

Body changed but the ghost within still misses those good ol’ days, it keeps returning to Go

Pumpin’ brakes on the way down to stop lights & octagon stop signs all about ebb & flow.

 

Slow down or speed up before it’s all over, relative or absolute control over ways & means

Nobody impedes an unstoppable force moving ahead or behind it, DNA in the magic beans

Gas giants leaving signatures every place in Space that allows it, chalk on a rock-hard skin

Beer, wine, spirits aged in wooden cherry barrels for a smooth sippin’ high lookin’ for a sin.

 

People of the rocks and sand above the liquid love of gods, every molecule & atom screws

Seeing and believing the Univision of television and the cable of the TNT & flatscreen blues

Beats layin’ down the moves for both above and below this dirty ground, I love down deep

Hills ahead with the ends still there waiting for the application of the means, soul I’ll keep.

 

Bum as I am all there is inside and outside of my family’s tree, branches down to holy roots

Twisting back and forth, to and fro makin’ the 208 bones assess joints strength top to foots

Remember everything & forget nothing, a dream streams like smoke in the dead air’s wave

Dead & done gone before I arrived, my forefathers knew I’d get down, right here & right now.

 

Bigger gratitude will not materialize out of the matrix than the infinite thanks I’ve got in deep

Under my finger and toenails, protected the feeling things that the dumb asses out my face

Not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, as they say, try to take advantage of me or mine

That will get you Smith & Wesson heat or at least Mr. Sam Bowie blade, 21 moves per slice.

 

Know what I know, bring it with y’all & pay it forward & a throwback the species’ extinctions

Bright boys and girls, the kids of the elders who had no idea why they paid for Mankind sins

Flow from the equator to the poles, due to the revolution and the wobble around, we’ll sing

Commitment to nothing and able to honor that One commits to the Void, all about Nothing.

 

Before the blood & bones partner, attention arrested cowboys & girls, all texts self-destruct

High school ring in my hands again, she gave it back, bet her father made that happen, Dick

Now it appears that I’ve had angelic overlords directing the impasses allow my passage out

Of the situations presented that want your money or your life, survived punk-asses, slick.

 

Sherrif knew my name, grandpa was the Fire Chief, ergo WTF I did put me above Man-dumb

Thought I was King ‘til they cut my hair & sent me to training under south Texas’ red-hot sun

Did me better to live with the Mississippi alligators that fled swamp Florida to the Bayou fun

Say nothing ever said, copyright as if it matters about Forms of the whole Truth at random.

 

Back to class after summer vacations, I think it was about 12 to13 years on a turnaround

And then on to serve the people in no-armed service where they showed me an M-16 sound

Booms of bombs and near misses inside and outside to get accustomed to surviving Ends

Ghosty, angel-spirit animates mud & then goes battery-dead, it’s sad but hey, Time bends.

 

Ready or not to uncover the silence inside or outside of a box or a can, a vile or a one-hitter

Better to have been here for a few moments than never to have come at all, it’s God’s butter

We are the epitome of Creation’s Rembrandt and even if you don’t have kin, you’re human

Mothers & fathers don’t matter, you matter, your form & consciousness’ recollection, man!

 

Let it go, pay attention to where you’re arrested, here & now, eyes wide open, see the gods

Always above & beyond the happiness you’ve ever consumed here & now, nirvana hotrods

Honey tastes as sweet as sugarcane pies that passed my lips, all bitters disappear as I sing

Turn around before you get to the dead-end street, you lived there, wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Served the masses both serious and solemn onto a population of country mates inherited

Media and internet completed the species dominance of the dirt from north to south pole

Still at the Ends, corpus dillecti can’t be denied, if you live you will die, factoid of life’s dead

Who left writing on cave walls, paper tiger Cro-Mag announcements in Pac10 Rose bowls?

 

Swear to God on a stack of bibles because one bible ain’t enough to swear on, need a stack

That is a promise & can’t be broken, death before the sheriff or deputy gets shot by mistake

You & yours are sacrosanct, mine are as well, due respect, it will be an honor to follow back

Clear dinosaur blood, viscosity in my .383 all 20-50 weight keeps my .44 under-seat make.

 

In a day way back in the ‘70’s, I wondered when 2026 would accumulate consecutive spins

Tryin’ to get my girlfriends to take everything off ‘cept my high school ring, recall mortal sins

It was all good, no child ever came out of wedlock as far as I’ve been told, God only knows

Certainty comes & goes with the wisp of wind blowin’ sound around in circles, takin’ blows.

 

Howls I heard were my own, my eyes were closed but wide-open like the Red Sea full of cod

Being chased by the big old bad soldiers of the empire, needed divine sea swallowing it all

Filling up Davy Jones’ locker with the metal and wood malformed into a deceptive skid Fall

To WAR, it will be a soul sacrifice of ones who signed on a dotted line, for the Love of God.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 28^th MMXXVI Anno Domini at 11 o’clock AMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while loopin’ #GoodOleDays by @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=_OXKnGY4hZT11rHY }