#CRITICALmass @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder @VanMorrison #ThePhilosophersStone #ThingsHaveChanged @BobbyDylan @EricClapton #Springsteen #TheNewRadicals @KidRock #COWBOY #SmellinBBQpigAMileAway #BBQ

AT ONE,

 MY BROTHER  AL

ALLEN ROBERT STEPHAN  R.I.P.

C O W B O Y  R E A L  M C C O Y  @KidRock

83 Million Views  "NothingDoneNiceAndEasy"  @TinaTurner

ZERO MINUS ZERO 

IS THE POINT

If and only if you know what you know, then & only then you'll know you know

Even it up at the final ending, the finale shows up regardless of the monkey-will

Only the 1st in the series of the whole set survives the final reckoning, only you

I saw that girl walkin' by after she got out of her motorcar, the @MGB was blue.

I knew what I knew, that was little or nothing, then I fell asleep for 45 years, gone

Sitting back for the recollection of the Time in Space, I forgot all of the good times

Glory Days for real, as they'll always be, but they always pass you by, it was all fun

Raining or sunny days all counted, we were gone, we came back for the party, hon!

Grandmas wouldn't know me, grandpas would disown me, they couldn't fathom it

One of their own off shoots from the DNA collaboration between Heaven & Earth

Love was one of the ways on the forked path, the other inconsolable, daddy's hate

One shot or 41 shots, nothing kills the living more than once in a bloody river fate.

God, divine intervention with the blood all out of the thing itself, no comeback chit

Skin full of the air and watered bones' meat, muscles & sinews, a banana to split

I forgot about it since that was your mantra, "Just forget about it!" then I got shot

Right through a worried man's heart, one to the head finalize a ride in a mud plot.

I believe what I don't know for certain, we're all gonna die, for food or ash in Urn

You know it, I know it, all of the dead knew it before the final curtain felt the burn

Mamas & papas gone back to Chicago & Cleveland, downtown turned dim-witted

Still, your cousins and distant relatives from the other 6 continents, undersea dead.

Bums & Junkies get the breaks because they know more than geniuses who mock

You're higher than most 24/7 since it's beyond your control, it's The Way you cope

If you don't want the last huff & puff comin' from your declined mental, THC dope

Filled in the blanks in your mind & body, psycho-gumbo to Louisiana's noose rope.

Under the yellow submarine that can't be fathomed, sightless & dancin' in the dark

Crips' blood & Bloods' crapshoot, for the cash & immunity from being you, a lark

Pills swallowed, serums injected from the Void-Matrix, keep you as honest as me

I rock & roll even when locked up & I'm dreamin' that Life is gonna go to the sea.

Knowledge and Wisdom taught to the minions, disregarded by the Evil left in Sin

Bygones will be & always were the forgotten rhythm & blues that we cheated In

Out is the only way to go away from breathing in & out, ingested home of the free

Out of control in that caravan you've immersed within, I blame gods, they're Me.

Holy beyond Mama Earth's deterioration, Galactic Pizza moves mouth to anal, sis

Putting a foot in front of the other, pole to pole & around the dirty circumference

Down to the center's mud, blood & beer, we edge toward Vallhalla's worldly bizz

Cocaine and the addiction you get, let's y'all bleed out with or without the dunce.

Brought a knife to a gunfight, all of my 12 moves, complete the matrix' so hard

Nothing will melt the carbonite, nobody knows what the Truth is, left One bard

To be or not to be, a question with the answer to come, when least expected, son

Believe blindly, you won't ever get it all back, Life from egg to corpse, good fun.

Imagine the launch away from Earth in a ship full of the gas to move or to blow

Escaping the gravitational collapse of this star, called Sun, for honey and Sonny

Fate already done gone, it's history of the hysteria, a divine squirt of seminal Ego

Weird or a copasetic event will begin, climax of the organ into a Cosmic Soupy.

Beasts of Burden carry the loads for the weak and lazy, it's the mortally sinning

Meaning that mortal is a sack of 208 bones, some lived & died, some never sang

Aborted by God or a female human, it's a happening of Magic tricks in a tophat

Pretty or ugly, it's a matter of taste with no shoes on our feet, we'll get misery-fat.

Bad smoke comin' in and out of your face, it's higher than the lowlights, neon too

Gaslighting your mother & father, brothers & sisters, walked for miles being blue

Can't share the Truth with any other souls, it's part of the deal, an Art gone rogue

Yound or old, lust comes in every form from liquid, to solid, to gas in a hot fugue.

Hum & feel the beats gone to the center of Earth, nothing else matters if it ever did

Need and want what is there, reality with eyes-wide-open is your karma's evil skid

Got down and went up higher than I was when my tattoos appeared in red & blue

I nearly believed all of the grotesque hype behind the liar's screed, now, I'm fly too.

It all grew out of the one-celled amoeba & paramecia which preserved a Big Bang

Inside of the impervious atmospheric pressure the ignition began, I drank the Tang

Forever and then another day of the grind, wobbling & revolving as a six-gun cock

Triggered before it's time, extinction was programmed into the RNA blues' block.

Fry the living and eat the hot, smokin' things themselves, gas for the ebb & flow

Wild things and tame, corraled monsters who just kill Life, to eat it with a wife

Shindigs or private parties get the most from the Illiyad & the Oddessy road kill

I wrote it, you read it, believe the deceit, this ain't an angel's dream, it's my will.

Not too blind to see it all in a New York minute, faster than the furiosity of God

Outran records of Time & Space, sucking and blowing the oxygen's original sin

It's the bite that hurts before the burden sets in, never notice you died in heaven

Needed it and wanted it but never got it, hence, death succumbs bread unleaven.

Mine is dark but full of the diamonds and dust, all there is in the Void's vacuum

Floyd may have been pink but the rockin' fire sucked up all the hot flames, son

Lookin' in the reflection of surface water, had an idea to mirror the fiberglasses

On the hunt, hungry and thirsty from dawn to dusk, dreaming I miss the passes.

Party line used & abused for no rational reason, no conclusion deduced in dust

Cosmic from the star called Sun, in empty Space, astronauts verified, it's unjust

Baked and eliminated with the verve of a hungry monster that haunts The Ends

Every one of the top cans of brains, goes dusty in the hoodoo of Homo Sapiens.

I know what you know & of course, you know nothing as I do, it's all academic

Whether you're 74 or 75 years older than the 1st day you saw this holy scat static

It's this way and the only way it can be, belief blind without proof, We Are One

Many move the world, more than the Many, One is the essence of substance, son.

Have I said too much?  Have you been edified for a moment, or will you die also?

Comprehended, yes?  Say no more, nothing else left over in the E=mC2 cold brew

My swing-shift is over, I heard the whistle blow, it's time for the graveyard crew

Words from A to Z manipulate the rolling stones to fall down to Hades' hell, bro.

Moody and all alone at the drive-in movie, sitting and watching the popcorn fall

Down the side of the seat, in back of the stick shift, 4 on the floor with a Hearst

Slick roads got me killed, my sled slid off of a dead man's curve, I was a fireball

Bottom of the valley, our night moves, lipstick on a pig, make-up on a corpse test.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0900 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TaylorSwift @DYLAN THE BOBBY     @SEEGER      @SPRINGSTEEN 

Amazon.com: richard joseph stephan signal ghosted chimera

TWENTY SEVEN READS, 27 NOSE BLEEDS, GIRLS PLAY BLUES PURPLE STRATOCASTERS #StiffTheFans #ChargeThemDouble #PUSHERMAN @DanielleNicole @DarylsHousing

SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

I, y’all were aborted in utero, and I didn’t have a voice to protest and get any justice done

I had a divine right to live, right violated by the gays & lesbians seeking species extinction

It’s their prerogative, yet they’re free to roam the world; they’ll be committing mortal sins

Time moments imagine there is Space between everything; it’s an illusory gift, ala no Spin.

Pioneers movin’ upwind from the stench of refused, recyclable scat humanity excretes all

Nothing remains from the 24/7 ingestion of the dead plants and animal meat digestion pall

Bearing the good, the bad and the ugly all in one set of 208 bones, a form appears ape-like

I never knew why I love to be a pirate on Halloween, apparently, I’ve reincarnated One soul.

Decisions based on deductions from incredible premises, which are at best blinded by light

Reasons that sometimes there’s a rhyme & rhythm to the reason, sometimes, often it chills

Although you’ve earned the rights and have the obligations to fight for your inherited liberty

Some of the anchor babies don’t like the rules of hard work, savings & paying a piper’s bills.

The high bounty on the possession of the spirit inside & outside of your body, stay in control

If you lose it, you’ll lose the liberty, the freedom to roam about on our ground of being whole

Nowhere else to go, ask astronauts, cosmonauts & the dead who used to be souls at-oned

Can’t always get what you want, neither necessary nor sufficient, expect it never, dear son.

Capacity for the Time spent in Space, sharing with the minions who live just to forever die

Through no fault of anyone’s intent, either good, bad or uglier evil remains the source of pi

It’s 3.14 divided by itself & is the silent hiss that remains, being absolutely nothing but zero

Coming around to the blind faith behind star-solar-sun revolution of atomic electron blow.

Grim reaper at your rear-end, regardless of whether you like it or not, it’s a fact, young Jacks

Praise imaginary creations & creating life’s fake-fact that it’s divine intentions of some One

High regards for Blackness all around the Earth and the unseen, egregious pawns in packs

Minimum of queens and kings upon a figure head, spied on by rooks, knights & bishoprics.

By and by, the byways’ & means’ committees ruptured by a pending rapture of holy souls

Doom unless you’re a carnivore hunter, what’ll you eat that’s living or dead meat? Nothing

Eating dead things that used to be alive and either rise from a seed out of the ground’s face

Or a miraculous, spontaneously animated genome gets created, at random in deep Space.

It’s not gonna get any better than being born with the reward of good karma from way back

Whomever you were, whatever you did has been the history of this world, all on #Substack

What could or should have been the case in the history of this world is over and done, Om

Nothing binary, just the only one that matters, the ego, id & super ego you’re inherited, son.

Should’ve been the naughty daughters, but according to the ancients, it’s always the boys

Learned how to be selfish and not selfless from the caves and jungles, what else were toys?

From dirt & stone, skyscraping towers built to stop an urban spread out, the Tower of a Nero

OK to do that, being mortals as we are, we’ll make sure it all drops back to holy ground zero.

Hard as your head’s skull or as soft as your best girl’s skin, either way it’s all gonna be AOK

In my own way, I kid you not, whether you signed up for this or it’s an assignment ala gods

Follow the bouncing balls boundaries between the tundra and the swamplands anywhere

Blues comes out of the strings and the chords because it’s childbirth to post mortem faire.

All tuned up for the melody to be repeated & never forgotten nor transfigured into a chimera

No way it’ll ever appear without the linguistic preservation, all will return to the cosmic dust

As if you’ve gone over to the dark side & returned to high lights with no torso tattoo scratch

Fill the fools full of free food and losers’ misery, it’s easy to hook the fish, savior’s wild pitch.

All ears know what they’ve heard, all translations verbatim from a horse’s mouth, live evils

Alright, forward or backwards, just letters, vowels, and consonants, sentence of the Villes

City of ruins or metropolitan skylines, only King Kong could climb & tumble down, certainly

Lakes leftover from flood’s deep pit, rivers all run through it, peak volcanoes to a dead sea.

Beer for our horses in front of the livery stable, my old boots need to give my feet a solid

If you know then you know, you know exactly what I mean by the non-sequitur rock mold

Fight about anything means you’ve got no legs to stand on, you can’t hold your ground too

You’ll see the Truth, sometimes you gotta whoop a man’s arse, can’t let all the BS fly fool.

Nobody can return to the past that’s already gone, water under the bridge, can’t step in It

Though the same river moves from one space to another, you’ll never catch the same twice

Truth be told by Heraclitus while staring at a river flowing, realizing All life was just a scam

Whether a sinner, a saint or the savior who sacrifices freedom for payment of justice’s ham.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo &

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

#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