#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

THE DEUS & THE HOMO SAPIENS #WWARD? @CarlosSantana #UnderneathThatOldAppleTree @AC/DCBandOBrothers

 

AT SOME POINT, MAKE-UP & MIRRORS DEFAULT 

Assuming for the sake of argument that you love your neighbor as yourself, help you God

Without the pledge and begging forgiveness if a violation ever occurs, you are like taboo

Idiots & morons mate on every continent on Earth, homo sapiens are species sympatico

We all must activate our inner idiot or moron dope, we’ve a categorical imperative, it’s so.

Dissenting opinion may not be irrational, blind faith beliefs overwhelm the peace & love

As above, it is as below, thanks to the stars that the Big Bang happened and allowed life

Periods of infinite eras repeated ad infinitum, Life only exists on Earth, Time warped papa

Reason we worshipped the above & below while inseminating & repopulating the DARPA.

Meaning the story as it unfolds, the animation moves from start to finish without a point

More or less, the characters mostly have it made in the shade, some get a glimpse of hate

Coming from the mates, neighbors, kinfolk & strangers never desire failure, we’re winning

All contests between entities are continental, among all seven’s RNA squeezes mortal sin.

Mortal meaning not immortal or immune to death, a rigor mortis’ dead animal sacrificial

As above, so below, an immaculate conception may lead to a cold corpse buried in Hell

Just a word for buried below the surface of the ground, a cemetery of burial, funeral pyres

Burning the gas and keeping a spark on the side, sputtering suddenly, as I lie down, sires.

Pitstops never impeded my momentum, but they did rejuvenate my holy resolve & intention

It goes something like this, I fixate on a specific goal to goal slide to the bottom of the icing

I shoot the puck, slapshot or backhand flip into the goalie net, over the shoulder pad score

We win the @StanleyCup above and below the Yukon tundra, we’re all as old as gold’s ore.

Semen and egg, think about that, here we are as if it’s normal to have become an animal

There are many big and little things that fill the world’s reality, controlled chaos for us all

My condition is similar if not exactly the same as any other living thing, avoid death & live

Conditions impact the good intentions, cold or burning hot as volcano lava, Earth’s hive.

Planet deposit of everything gleaned out of empty space’s Big Bang, theoretical genesis

Gold is cold, non-compliant melted carbon turning into diamonds with broke promises

Cause and effect preceded the extinction of compacted matter & gatling guns’ holy holes

Spoiled animal milk, molded into bricks with holes drilled into the chunks with tiny poles.

Take my word for it, I am here and now for less than a hundred years, more or less than

I saw the pictures and cages of apes who have forms similar to this magical clan of Man

A bubble may burst but its inflation began in a Void, nothing at all in anti-matter duress

Reason for WAR is the interception of communications that there’s a threat to Oneness.

Missiles are in neutral, FAAFO as the @VPOTUS or @SecDef might intend to go stand-by

Aircraft carriers with hundreds of sailors and pilots of flying instant Ends, a sub underly

Pieces of whole jig-saw puzzle come together only one way, all pieces are irreplaceable

Low as you go below the limbo pole-line, only the toes & foot arches animate the skull.

Perfection measured as compared to the genetic mutation caused by acidic radiation

The weather has something to do with everything, there’s no mercy for bones and skin

No water everywhere, no oxygen or carbon-dioxide everywhere, no plants or animals

Actually, Life on Earth is the only life anywhere in any galaxy in the universe, OK pals?

Now you know what the Truth is, full disclosure is only Time can be warped not Space

Traveling in Time or out of Time, a concern is that nobody’s soul is immortal in a portal

Mortality is as it is on Earth except without the body, mortal immortal masquerade foe

In and out of Olympics and any other games humans play with themselves Ai incognito.

Keep a handle on the tool even if you’re on your knees, you’ve got to get back up so fast

No choice, no alternative but to pivot when necessary and full speed ahead en masses

Burning acid hot or frozen as cold as ice, viruses, bacteria wake up dreaming of the gist

Plants from tall grass to redwood trees, thriving lives we’ve had a fortunate ego coexist.

I took notes but forgot what the subject was in the first place, it finally made perfect sense

Before our life begins, we’re worth nothing to the abortionists & mothers who won’t be Ma

Songs sung, strummed along for the ride up & down scales, words ringing like dumbbells

Heart of the matter is to forgive enemies, karma replacing inner rage & peripheral damage.

Formulate the scattered bytes and cyber-pieces of invisible constructs, all in the mind

Hilarious on the spectrum of laughter, my derriere has detached & been left far behind

I know you don’t love me anymore, you used to touch me and now you evade the skin

Lost and found and then lost again, it’s the deal of the Millennium for Adam & Eve’s kin.

Dim mind like a dim light, too weak to see all things that twist and shout top of lung stack

Welcome to the hotel California, you’ll leave but you’ll return, y’all will always come back

Finally eyes close for sleep and there’s no awakening, no alibies for sleepin’ in dreaming

Awake the woke dreamer and the Truth uncovers the mystery like it’s never been a thing.

Bruised muscles, discolored skin, recuperated yet reminded that pain generates bad juju

Meaning the negative reactions to whatever happens causes painful pangs, happy Jojo

Treason is the blame put on the revolutionary guard, orders disobeyed to keep on killin’ it

Ending is happy, even blues get hip to the sparks flyin’ from fingertips, y’all are havin’ a fit.

Watch the day go by, tomorrow just like yesterday, sing songs, play and be totally merry

Standing alone or alongside another subjective objection to anything I ever say to a fairy

Immersed in the atmospheric pressure is a necessary condition for accumulating karma

Smoke high mirrors reflect it all, everybody that comes will go, y’all scream like yo’ mama.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, February 21, 2026 A.D. @ 1409 hours

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @TheEagles #TheSphere Jan 2026 link https://youtu.be/AGZaWjvDTMI  & @KennyWayneShepherdBand #TroubleIs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8JVkHbJE4_o?si=bw9jLhbFEYVy4k6g  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ALREADY LONG GONE

#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater

My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a ferocious style fully ½ asleep & jammin’ to #RetroJazzNight#SAXOPHONES&88’s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0FxvfHmzn4?si=-yrzJv3clL2xrKte }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
{ Jammed jammin’ to #TATTOOS @MontgomeryGengtry in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T37UqfkmuY8?si=CMoGf_kZFL4-sQls & #TennesseeWhiskey @ChrisStapleton link @
https://youtube.com/shorts/qL8SbgWxtb4?si=PXVx_pnjRVwnqi2f }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?