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 } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space

Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face

By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now

You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I

Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My

Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life

I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06

Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there

Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx

Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos

No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose

Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed

Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid

Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It

In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told

Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin

Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in

No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones

Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely

The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free

Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’

Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die

Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie

Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix

Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it

Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit

A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye

Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP

Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word

Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird

Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip

What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip

We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger

Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

God Dot Dot Dot God Repeat Ad Infinitum #SpanishHarlemMonaLisa #Smooth #ForgetAboutItNot

NEVER FORGET, IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

If & only if you hail a taxi or cab on the streets, you’ll experience holy devolution

In & out of parties I’ve thrown & never got an invitation or religious grace, no sin

But it is what it is whether or not there’s a reason for the shake up your menudo

Bodies go straight from the head to the heart, a miracle of the ripples of waves.

Masters and slaves being one with the cylinder from One to Eight, jet fueled up

Strange yet familiar enough to get away with it, the luck comes & flees in a cup

Not kidding when the seriousness is life or death on the line, it’s a free choice fit

Eating, drinking and growing from ignorance to enlightenment, then it’s caput.

Ready to be set like jello on ice, makin’ the liquid a tentative solid until warmed

Back to the origin in a melted form of a blob, glob of infinite proportions formed

Penetrated the hole with a pin-prick that ran with the crowd, as one of the many

Preachers with ears hearing hard and soft rockin’ in the flock, create me a baby.

Easy to make it, difficult to groom it with the culture, civilized or crudely organic

Away from my dirty work, all pristine with the mighty dirty games, broke rules

System calculates your duration in this temporary time and all time thereafter

All stars are suns of the original big bang, explosion to the outer limits of fools.

All of y’all been hoodwinked by whole foods & raised by the same overseers as I

Not their fault, it’s the nature of their business and none of our ’57 Chevy hoods

Behind the lines on your face, it’s the skull bones, mandibles or blinded eyeballs

Recollected the happenings that occurred as I suddenly woke up this morning.

Orchestras semi- conducted on a staccato format, a song of Life’s RNA/DNA pair

Finding the answers to the questions, mysteries all being cleared up by dead air

I hollered in Honky Tonks, Ends were more near than I knew, makes you squirm

All ready to defend yet don’t observe a threat in the money pit, blind as a worm.

Brilliant being older and wiser than everybody outside of your soulful grey eyes

Pills injected into the joints of arms and legs just because you were all so happy

All Tuscan birds give the plain-Jane account a flavor-flava type of vibe, all good

Any mind devoid of the knowledge of good & evil is alien to the civilized hood.

Hair has gone lost with the wind but it’s fine being bald, no brush, pick or comb

Memory of the covered-up pate too long ago to recall, except for the chilly tomb

Inside of the skull, in the mind of whichever group of memories are allowed air.

The finale’s final curtain draws after bows, for the encore, the cast disappears.

Complete circle of 360 degrees of curvature from point to point of faux infinity

No matter and no form are required for the Soul, which is a zero, empty entity

We’ll see what comes from the causes that made the effects unsustainable too

Ways and Means of the battles to win at all costs, all in my two hands, I am Foo.

Holidays are now the Holy Days, every single angel rolling in a daze, above it all

Below it all, there’s the destination, the dead star’s sand, call it a beach or a ball

Products to be sold to the idiots who trade their blood, sweat & tears for Crack

Splitting the skull, cracks filled in with slippery slime of snots from Face Smack.

Bricks used to build and thrown to window break the stained glass into shards

Perfect on bull’s eyes, stuck right in the middle of the target, paper tiger bards

Grieve for the loss of the grief you’ll never know, it’s not your rodeo of broncos

Locomotion to the wall, barrier invisible yet impenetrable, danger for all foes.

Predicates shifting gears to obfuscate the clarity of presence in Time and Space

Weapons engaged, last man standing is and was always me, love in my face

Silly or serious as people tend to be, growing up in America like nowhere else

All you see is all you get, dial in your mother and your father on this, Shells.

Watch my two hands because they’re quicker than your eyes, you can’t see ‘em

I’m invisible to everyone but you, you will never lay vision on two feet of dumb

Words unspoken due to incapability or insusceptibility culture cancellation fits

Reverting to foreskin in a garden of Eden or other paradise lost, Labrea tar pits.

Your educated guess to solve the conundrum is spot on & won’t be squandered

Grew the trees from scratch, seed & planet ashes, inner volatility we rocked ‘er

Think back to original time you wondered what was goin’ on here now, it’s done

Walked away or ran right into the sweet spot where everyone comes to be One.

Drinking and eating to defalcating and urinating, reason and rhyme, night & day

Known the unknown as it was my own offspring, I loved the mothers, kids came

Under burning stars, sun & moon when I was there in a #BlueDot, Albert & Ray

Fathers of the mothers, yearning daughters, heavy traffic, moon full, omega day!

by

r j j stephan i

c. Dimanche, 11-2-2025 AD @ 111 PMPST

{Dropped out the sky jammin’ to @Santana #AllThatIAM cd youTube

link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8B6qkuxcZc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RosemarysBaby @Santana #TwilightZone #AlcoaPresents #OuterLimits

MAMA MIA LA FLACA

Inside odd job done for a return favor, payback for saving of a life, as a favor to god spit
Y’all tell me all about it, now or never, if you choose not to have a dialogue then we’ll split it
What y’all have found is ½ yours & already mine, there’s no other way that’s fair to all of us
Hence, which one do you want and if you try to take both you’ll become extinct, In I, I trust.

In or out of the prison of your body & the penitentiary cells on the block, nothing matters
Locked up or free to roam anywhere on any territory or property from pole-to-pole towers
The day every human finds out that they’re gonna die like the ones they’ve seen all fallen
To the bottom Hades or to the hilt of the end of the Milky Way’s cosmic Big Bang bawlin’.

Drunk and higher than the lower echelon below the La Brea tar pits, where Life dies alive
Historical evidence of the hysterical nature of the historians who recorded the past jive
Predicated on facts that never were cross-checked nor was the reporter vetted for reality
In other words, whichever words document the events of history are all a cup of tea.

Dancing to music, rockin’ to the rhythm of the beats of drums, strum of guitars, mic’d voice
Nothing like it before or after the dancin’ around the campfire, sacred and profane top toys
Translate your story into the one you’ll leave behind, pretend you’re expired but not legend
Saga from predicate to deductive and inductive logic compilation of Love and a Dead End.

It’s all about her, Maria knew it was the first time she saw me, she read my mind about her
Whisking us out Kindergarten to Grad School for my PhD in Metalogic out of Fink College
To peel the onion until the center is exposed is an effort at futility promotion, just don’t be
You and I know, like nobody else, ready, set & go to your maker, when Time comes, binge!

Escaped from the ties that bound me to the place in Space where I come from, I healed
By the grace of the gods and my parents’ pure love, as a river flows, I do the do, I’m fueled
Allstar or just an insignificant ball of gas in escape mode from the center of the shebang
River is melted ice and snow from the highness out of this world, H2 gas ocean, cold sea.

Happy is what we’ve gone through the gestation and maturity to fruitful aesthetics et al
Played the fool, pretended to be under the rule, once the chains broke, left it all in smoke
Fear of Nothing helped to generate the unfettered bravery required to win at all costs, pal
Now and then, you’ll recollect the thoughts I laid down, power check the winged bloke.

Hair grown to ameliorate the frozen tundra and skin-bare feet covered by wet dish rags
Mama didn’t warn me, but papa said I’d be surprised if not prepared to defend old bags
Only two hands and a conglomerate of knuckles to damage the unwavering intent fuss
Could not release that hot Hades’ fury upon me, I disintegrated the threat into rat dust.

Dream of cream although it’s the sewer product of refuse & garbage, all too human art
Dime a dozen will get you a gross of a hundred and twenty dimes, all toll twelve to start
Apostles or just a dozen eggs, either way you need twelve, no baker’s dozen of thirteen
All about the vibrations of the arse-kicking you get once defeated, happy to be unseen.

Model completed appears exactly replicated at 1/32 scale, multiply a divided quotient
Divisor advisor is zero which divides nothing from nothing, neither more nor less than it
Ending is happy, it comes without warning except for the pre-ejaculate pretend to lube
Here we all are, in front & center of the border, down below the hook, line & sinker tube.

Original, disobedient souls who followed no commandments yet mirrored a golden rule
To be the only one to do unto others as I would have them all do to me, a fool on a mule
Not only is the one and only soul the only one but also, it’s the last soul to be a holy foal
Horses run wild & die to become tame to ride from places in Space to fools’ H2O hole.

Deep dive into the labyrinth of muck and mire will yield the rational and whimsical crops
Devils and their malfunctioning God smacks in their Oneness, sentenced to megadeath
Neither am I the first nor am I the last to say what I think about everything in itself, a trip
Mixed Earth chemicals inside the all too human presence of a homo sapiens species tip.

Spirits in the night when the Earth wobbles & spins counter-clockwise to the ecliptic flip
This means nothing to the humans who are devoid of curiosity, all of y’all are quite a trip
Surprisingly, most you’ll never see or know at all, it’s a few billion minions of the dirt trope
All you get fortune enough to do is remember as far back as Time goes, smoke it in dope.

The duration of the moments doesn’t mean much when you got no appointments fixin’ sex
Your Mac10 will breathe a final gasp of breath someday means to this y’all ain’t here & now
It is what it is, listen to the temptations that Eve had to endure, she was a St. Eve, holy cow
Predicated the subject, interjected the prepositions ala major conjunctions’ direct objects.

Join the service of the country to escape the street until you return for another shake at it
Played 8-ball and rotation, the cut-throat game was as good as killin’ a Vegas gambling fit
In and out of us all, the invisible, infinite piece of platypus scat is all we’ve got to show, so
Jizz is all what it is except when it all ain’t, leave lickity split in one word, suck, or swallow!

You’ll be high fallutin and carryin’ heat somewhere between your boot and your eyes, all fly
Grateful for every moment I got to look you in the eyes, a pleasure to have it all, my oh my
Filters provided to skim the cream off of the top and provide with high value of the Gold
Nuts resolve the questions, appear dead yet full of verve, ready to get wet, grow & get Old.

Nobody yet is mine, nobody is yours, nobody has anybody but one’s own, fortunate, or not
It is what it is, and it is always the same, just like every revolution of the planet, it’s all I got
Whistles for me even if I’m far away, my ears prick up for my pops, he needed me so bad
First born out of a pricking poker that filled the void with my presence, All that I am, a lad.

It ain’t so complicated inside my head, between my ears it’s all pleasure and pain, all gone
Diggin all matter of Time in Space Supreme, it’ equals one another, the ‘E’ of ‘mC2’ my son
Broad as the lines on the sides and narrow as the invisible neutrons and tachyons all over
In trick of Time, emotional-chemical menudo all my own unknown, father, sister, brother!

Expecting the unexpected Unknown picking & grinnin along with the rhythm & deadbeats
Keeping your adversaries on short leashes to always be cognizant of their presence’s feats
Boots on the ground of being for the duration of a melody’s promulgation of rhythm beats
Could be ¼ or ¾ time & if you know what I mean, you know timing is it, it is everything.

Hop or crawl, climb, dive, swim or run, dream or fully awake in the middle of nowhere but
Here and now, would have or should have been, are not the ways to go into the final omega
On a ride from the soil to the stars that are too far for feet to run wings to fly ala bull shyt
Trippin’ on the original LSD25, idiot threw it inside my mouth, he said, open wide, I did it.

Complex and secretly a dozen trips from innocence, broken chromosomal twisted up too
All genomes inherited & injected for the descendants who can’t see in astigmatic iced tea
Lethal and terminally yours, air, land and sea all came down into me, ate & drank the blues
Knowledge and wisdom converted into the black hole’s singularity, as above, so below me.

The reaper is only grim for the loser of the animated soul that’s gotta go, neurons won’t fire
Hearts and lungs seize the day & night for eternity, only if lucky, memorial of granite’s ire
Etched appellation and timing that was everything, a century more or less, some just a day
No matter what the Truth is, you live, good or bad luck, grace of gods guides a middle Way.

Commitments and deadlines that no human can actually assimilate, bunch of mutants
Not their fault, the situational awareness is all that counted, star love’s slippery lubricants
Edge of the flat Earth or the north or south poles of the vortex spin, a mystery of ultraviolet
Purple cut of the rainbow at the end, it’s the gondola in Venice, the Arc to Nirvana’s rivulet.

Addicted to the poetry, not this Jones’ thing for prose that never finds the fire’s lit-up a One
To the depths of the most remote place next to absolute zero nothing & so above to the sun
Harmony and chaos fill the cannoli shells with chocolate, cheese and c6h12o6 sugar plum
Ghosts are all souls disembodied one way or another, in the end, nothing but an old bum.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #IdontWannaLoseYourLove off of the #AllThatIAm CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p8B6qkuxcZc?si=UC-6p263Zph9bEhO }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY HOLLOWEEN BOOPUMPKINS

FUNK OF 40,000 YEARS IN THE VORTEX OF THRILLER

GODS SATURDAY SATURN LIVE & LET LIVE IT'S ALRIGHT NOW #HoneyBeeComb #ThunderStruck @ACDC

I Feel Nothing Like This At All

*tweets*

Goddess damn the mothers of the fathers who trespass amongst us, gravity collapses it

Into the black hole that has always been ready to consume everything in subatomic split

Playin’ juice harps and banjos to disguise your sound of silence, music to divinity’s ears

Which is the correct path to the final ending of the epic saga, my life, yours too, 96 tears.

Before the last four tears, you cease and desist the motion of the ocean, stagnated hole

Just 96 are allowed to crying babies who come out of the darkness, bloody money rolled

Into mothers we inject the Truth & Understanding only to be wasted & annihilated to be

Like every other thing that ever lived on Earth, they all died, we’re gonna die out at sea.

Annihilated it all before Time and Space manufactured DNA & RNA, the gods created God

God X created it, Nothing, whatever Ego & Id may be, we all get the death penalty, hotrod

Nevertheless, even though it’s all set in stone, our tombstones reflect an innocence of it all

Nevermore, nevertheless, it’s the way it is, the way it has always been, my way or highway.

Peering deeply into a vortex of holy water, blessing my crown, my solar plexus & wings too

Tears pouring out of nowhere, a holy hole near the edge of my eyes, strange river runs blue

Sad to say, you can run out of the flow, it’s a sorrow and joy thing, you know like I know, son

Breeds of Hu Man, Dog, Fish, Snake & Bird can keep the whole shebang in gear, in revolution.

Blowing the air through the holes, some small & others not so tiny, it sounds like love of life

It’s the way it’s always going to be from now until the end of eternity, both a husband & wife

Shared until forgotten the shared again, forgotten again, ad infinitum, how long it takes, chill

Whiskey, ale and the buds of Mary for all, grade, higher education, PhD in my divine free Will

Berries, nuts, BBQ’d dead meat, jerky and leftover anserine for the cats and dogs of the wars

Minced the rest for the pancakes, prisoners of peace breaking bread with prisoners of battles

Missing limbs, missing minds to the shell-shock of mothers of all bombs & their kinfolk debt

But in the end, as above, so below, you weren’t here before & won’t be after, special effect.

‘Crazy on me & you’ mixes into the elixir of Valhalla where Viking & VI queen meet for Ends

Before it began it was always going to end, inevitable as Earth’s spins & revolution sins’ bends

Allow introductions because nobody gets out of this life alive, know the unknown as yourself

Piles of trials presented & resolved, soft, sweet, she’s my glass of wine, “I” bloods on a shelf.

Drunk on bloody alcohol, operated as a good surgeon would, cuttin’ & stitchin’ for the One

Spirit wants health and no pain, it’s arranged by the Karma measure, do unto others is fun

Getting the happiness emanating out of the mean & evil ones is better than being all spent

Survival havin’ fun, keepin’ our bones free to roam, letters from gaol or prison, never sent.

Better than all of the rest, I never lie except when lives depend on my words, then I’m One

Weaver of blind faith beliefs as if God things really happened, as above, so below, it’s done

Speakin’ and singin’ right from the heart, beats every second, every minute, every day too

Asleep at the wheel, on the way to work, I fell asleep, I crashed into a tree, Fuck, I’m Blue!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, IX-XX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Gilded this piece of work, Pulitzer material while jammin’ in a loop to @BlakeShelton  #HONEYBEE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xZjosn2u1gA?si=1BjwtSGeeSO0XkLZ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?