Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

MOON HOLLOW, HOLY CHEESE IS SWISS

You must get up pretty early in the morning to fool me since I wake up about 3-4 AMPST 
Hear the sounds of silence as if that was nothing at all, when it’s infrared/UV light to see
Soul searchin’ in all the wrong places, it makes you forget for a while, world keeps turnin’ 
One day you’re up on top, next day you fall down and bash your face in, a tiny mortal sin.

I was on board and I hope y’all get aboard too, you’ll have to do a bit of soul-searchin’ too 
Nobody gets out alive, and it’s time to find out & realize that the fun you had was all cool 
Bridges burned with the last breath, no tellin’ the survivors whether it’s good, bad, or ugly 
They will find out in due time, you know, as you float above the Earth's surface & bury me.

Fools and martyrs giving their all to the heroes and villains, still they’re all soul-searchin’ 
It’s going around, like the Flu or COVID-19, passing into the ether to the noses tweakin’ 
Disconcerting as it must be to find out that the Truth sayers were all just fabricating lies 
God, so cool down my heart, soul’s slowin’ it all down, like a ghost of my hot hell fires.

You know what I know and I know nothing, that’s all there is to the ontology known 
What is at stake to justify the incredible journey from nowhere but sperm and egg 
It’s easy to figure it all out if you have a minute before your dad met your mom’s leg 
You know what happened then in the next seven decades, searchin’ silver lines.

I have the lead and I’m turnin’ it into gold, being bold, I will transmutate the thing itself 
Turning into what I am, all that I am, everything else matters as it did 'fore true self 
Chopin’s hot air into the reeds and pipes blowin’ out the melody of the angel’s symphony
Hard roads made of jelly rolls and poprocks, tokin’ spiffs, philosophers got the Stone, G!

Enter this hole in the matrix, it’s the ghetto of stray dogs and cats with their mice & rats
Don’t shoot the messenger’s mouth off; he shoots his mouth off all the time, he’s all sick
Visit your skull’s contents, transform the thoughts into feelings, and then obfuscate Time
Space will be mostly imaginary since your vision may be double, but it’s not the rhyme.

Blind faith in the invisible yet highly probable and very likely the Truth, we’re here alone 
There’s no Go above or below this planet, as the astronauts & astronomers, God’s a drone 
Bodies dropping at 32 feet per second, per second as they should, death is life’s destiny 
No matter if you’re in pain or in your sleep, absolutely Void swallowing it all, all about me.

Blisters on your feet and fingers, thanks to repetition and all too human skin, I’ll pierce it 
Part prime time and part empty space, full to show the random collision cause & effect blitz 
Armed and dangerous as all Americans ought to be, we don’t allow the entanglement light 
Fixed number above and below zero, multiply zero times zero and get out of the fist fight.

You know, like I know what stands to reason, out of this world has no reference to language 
Just Void, Nothing at all, synchronize A’s B’s & C’s in separate categories of specific lineage 
Baseball, basketball, football, hockey, racing cars, all done in one way or another UFO craft 
Blood in the water, on the slide, atop the blue water turning yellow-orange into the riff-raff.

Sycophantic one by one, they all came down the stairs to the cellar where the fine wine set 
Its grapes settled into the glass to make the drinker drunk in the not-too-distant future jet 
Dreams let you down, reality can’t match the smoke exactly, it keeps turnin’ into bull scat 
Moments just needs and desires to avoid the Void presence, it sticks to the stank y’all shat.

Bread just grain consecrated by dirt and water and sunlight, keepin’ the life nice & satiated 
Dreams come and go like the trips you take with the minions & their relatives, alive or dead 
Creepin’ into the consciousness of peace & love, there’s extinction & surprise terminations 
Juke box with music of notes A to G, voices and instruments of melody and harmony sins.

Got what I ain’t got, to my love I left alone with a cold body without my invisible soul, I leave 
All that I am, all I ever was from the day I was born until I died in 2051, hundred-year weave 
Writing about it 25 years before the deed’s done, broke in a time warp collapse, snort blow 
Now, I’ll see what’s left of a mystery nobody knew, a secret, one for the road, mi amigo Lido!

How high or low can you go for the limbo pole, fall in and fall down, broken knee for sure 
Fear and loathing for that thing itself, the first mover is paralyzed in a state of chaotic rest 
Doing nothing or doing everything makes you play both ends of the game, stuck middle hit
Womb rumba to an embryo growing from one cell to a dead human, Spring fever. guilty s#it.

 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 4-24-2026 @ 2010 hours PMPST

{ Creepin’ this out while listenin’ to 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concerts

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#ZippityDooDah #ZippityEh #MyOhMyOhWhatAWonderfulDaze #BestWayToGitUpYourFeetIsToGitUpOffYerArse

VENGEANCE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE,

OH HUNGRY BIRD

Buried underground to hide out of sight from the villains and scoundrels who roam above

Getting into the piles of fecal matter exhaust from the animated bags of sperm & hen egg

That’s Life as we know it, without the garbage and trash, we have no proof of the good life

Am I right or wrong about the whole shebang, regardless of prehistoric or post-Holocaust?

Production from stone & mud evolving into what’s been seen & all that’s been heard in moans

Knowledge and understanding keep the wisdom in power, to survive the predators of S#yte

Not only are there the good, the bad, and the ugly, but also, there’s no life after death of bones

Bleeding blood, sweating bullets until the rounds have all been fired, put us all in the crypt.

How many days and nights each of us is fortunate enough to be gifted, that’s the question

To be or not to be makes no difference after the last breath; it is what it is & what it will be

Language nobody understands while it’s being spoken, but once it’s scratched on a stone wall

Be one or many in Time & Space, about the free choices without alternatives, nothing’s free.

No exception to this rule, outside Earth’s orbit, Nothing matters there either, I'm all imaginary

As if there’s knowledge that the Earth revolves & orbits around a fireball, a million miles away

Dead & gone, even a memory of any of us won’t be recalled unless in recorded encyclo-history

Living burrowing, crawling, walking, running, swimming, flying, what it took, back in the day.

Graduated three or four times to engulf myself, hot wisdom of survival, here & now just for fun

There’s no evidence that this is a proving ground for divinity out of our world; hence, it is done

On another front, on the other hand, the Life we live may be a dream of a dreamer who’s asleep

In a long cat-nap, no way to wake up without being dropped in a cold shower, without a peep.

Suddenly, being wide awake is better than being knocked out in a stupor; I will survive it all

Whether or not anyone survives is not my concern; all too human has a path to follow, a call

Lies will be told like it or not, to discern the Truth is a honed strategy, original sinner’s bitchin’

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Superman ain’t as super as supposed, he’s just all too human.

Now is the time, all good men and good women observe the movie in progress, we’re all faces

Without us, Life has no meaning to the powers we can’t see, assume extinction, that’s all folks

Higher than the center of Earth & lower than the apex of the cosmic soup, stones & rock places

Gods once, gods twice, and the third time’s a charm, watch my lips move, the high on the tokes.

Counting backwards from a hundred is all you need to remember, go start now, down to zero

What you’ll remember once it all goes down is absolute confusion & lack of respect for a hero

Kill the good guys & the bad guys until every guy is extinct, it’s a Darwinian faux pas of a bitch

All we know for certain is that we get cold and hungry & we’re all gonna die before our time.

Dead as a door-nail comes to all of us, the ones left alive and kicking are maggots in the guts

No more recalled memories of the good and bad times are allowed when the oxygen outputs

Alive when you were dead & dead when you were alive, the confusion clears with rigor mortis

Karma & an overlord are the mythology fed to the innocent, blind faith for useful idiots’ bliss.

Honey dripping from every hole in the comb like a rhapsody in blue for the hungry many & few

No way to feel feelings without a body, this is what you’ve got now, you won’t have it forever, so

Bring the best you have to the fight, use your mind and body to defeat the eaters of God’s shyte

Cooking with gas heat, the meal is prepared & I’ve consumed it, so now I’m edified in spite.

Your eminence bows to the powers that be, in humble reverence for the power of the gold bar

Without donations from devoted followers, the heads of the bodies would starve to death afar

Dream comes from nowhere & returns to stardust without recall, why I dream I’m in the movie

I’ll retire, I’ll be in reruns, I’ll be rewarded for a plethora of light & dark words, FUBAR, I see.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, 4-19-2026 Anno Domini @ 1446 PMPST

{ Inspired while jammin’ to @Boston #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jw0YNvlFOrI?si=NA-udbvqP897Zpxi }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cornucopiac in #TheGhetto @DonnyHathaway #WaitinOnASunnyDay @Springsteen @Church @BigSmo #GoodOleDays

SUNNY DAY ON THE DARK SIDE’S BIGFOOT PRINTS 

In the name of an absentee father and the son of a motherless daughter, full of hand jive

Knowledge and wisdom escaped anyone who remained illiterate, not reading the beehive

All you had was what they gave you and you gleaned the cream of the crop, always with you

If not you then who would I depend on to help me if I got stuck in a temporary fix, no clue.

It doesn’t matter if you knew yo’ mother & father or any connection to the world’s hung fire

An easy way to cut to the chase involves laying the Truth out on the line for a full discovery

Stick it in your ear, my foot, you say, a manner of displaying civilized disgruntlement to Life

Every day from dawn to dusk, breathe in and out until you don’t get another huff, not a one.

Fine to be dead if you knew it was part of the deal, but you forgot, & it’s OK to be DOA caput

Watch with ears, see with myopia & conclude all arguments with an illogical non-sequitur

What else can a fella do? No more nor less than a female human, I cast not one aspersion

Yet, I’m as ignorant as the day I was born without an ego, just a hunger for logic and reason.

Original sin sounds elegant, an infraction of the universal law of obedience to a lawful order

Hitting the road, I don’t comprehend the value of the procession into the unknown disorder

Kicking yourself as you approach your home, you know it won’t be as easy as it looks, phuq

I say that because that’s the harshest I can be in this mode of expression, don’t even duck.

Plasma blackout fills the Void with a series of flashing lights and a bounce atop of the ocean

Formed into a shape that accommodates a spark that animates skin & bone in a poetic notion

Harps and harmonicas run the melody of the northern lights, solar cycle XXV cooks metal too

Trying to introduce an intruder into the Void may not be a genius decision, just funding a Sin.

Trying to climb the tower of Babel again & again, you bet you’ll get nowhere fast, a solar flare

Nobody is allowed to abort the mission; a decision to abort has no function, nor is it an option

Neither of us makes any difference in the long run of the order of Nothing or anything at all

On a wing and a prayer, some group decided to take a chance with the wins and losses of Ball.

We all have our own game, guardians bestowed upon fake innocence, stepped up to the plate

Lettin’ the liquid bleed out of our holy orifices between our legs & in our cerebral cortex pate

Listen to me once more & I’ll never forget you’ve entertained the minions as if you were one

Test the state of inventions converged into a unit of protective precision, good to go, my son.

Fly high, stay cooler than the bottom of the sea & annihilate the heated radiation anomalies

Listen and watch for the beginning of the Star Trek and the Star Wars, it will be quite a while

Ballistic re-entry of the UFOs, they FAAFO in my opinion, now it’s a limited failure mode tease

Fly high, come back in one piece, tell us tales of being dead/not dead, we'll be better, at ease!

Hardball played, softball ruined my eye on the golf and tennis ball, she’s got the bags in tow

Imagine, as you can, you’re in a predicament with one way out & you force the threat to go

Wake up in bed, you’re as woke as you were when you fell asleep, a dream in a dream dive

Function of the calculus & trigonometry of the Space & Time continuum is special, relative.

This is a test, the unknown unknown problem is an absolute clusterphuq for the minions too

Nobody will get out alive, the Milky Way doesn’t care because it has no conscience, fight foo

Blind, deaf & unable to articulate sounds never heard, two lips read to mean random ideation

Dogs won’t guide the wisdom to miss obstacles to atomic fission and fusion, originally a sin.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 4-7-2026, @ArtemisIICrew T minus 60”

{Drafted while listenin’ to @AremisII LIVE on PBS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/tueDYAsx7cU?si=v4NZligPPWcaJUIx & during blackouts jammin’ to @DarylsHouse & @TheOJays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QYKyglyjtTw?si=FJJ1c8-U1LioLf5t}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

SR-72 MARCHING PAST THE IDES OF MARCH - ET TU BRUTE? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, @PabloPicasso #StoneBlueRockNRoll #BBKing #SlowHand #Devadip #Springsteen #ZZTop @Santana

BLACK LIGHTS’ DARKNESS 

Now and then, you’ll be honored by a pass from being the food on the table to the elevated bread-winner
You know who is and who ain’t the one to depend on as it comes down to the bottom-line image sputter
Only the privileged and honored know what it’s like when it’s time to kill for food or die being another meal
For the good, the bad & the ugly, it’s all we’ve got, I am one, not above the fray, below the sewer’s gold seal.

Wonder silently or aloud, you’re lucky to have gotten a single huff of this air the gods smelled before The End
Tried your best, all good enough for a hundred-year run, a bit more or less, you’ll know when you know I offend
Just because you thought you were so pretty, so smart, hotter than the hottest potato on the block’s sack of grit
Run the dozens, oh so outrageous, let me digress to the tube of you, I’ll run stax-o-wax up on the in-country DMZ.

Guns with rounds of bullets goin’ from steel to blood and bone, battle battalions of disagreements who lost it
Last breath comin’ out of the many dead men, we hear them all breathe in and breathe out, black belts spilt
Journey to the stars with rock and roll guitars, I liked to rock inside and out before the rocks turned harder, so
I’m the original OG rock, not the Kid Rock; nobody is The Kid, carry the load on your back until it breaks in two.

Fight less than the losers who lie down with dogs; they want goats, they want the shepherds to double back
Like the old ZZ Top song, y’all gotta double back again, ad infinitum, unless you want to get lost in a haystack
Beating the timing, that’s everything, 5150 always pretended to be, illegitimate children, good enough to eat
Appetites come and go, there’s no telling why, it’s the nature of the beast, all fun & games, let me be. treat.

Blacks and whites painting the picture, no color from purple ultraviolet to infrared low wavelength, it’s 5150
Again, place in Time is around the center of your conscious ego; it’s going to break your stride in a salty sea
God’s blessing, I, something is coming you’ll see for the sake of the schemers & dreamers underneath the pit
Nearly set on fire, Ohio Blue Tips in a box, ready to burn Chicago down again, west side to south side’s chit.

Artistic one year and dissolved like salt in water the next century, millennia forward or backward, death mode
It’s so hot, you can’t handle it all in your hands, nowhere in your presence may you ever touch the heat’s burn
Violated Law of Cause & Effect & Thermodynamics will precede the extinction of all living species here, so soon
Categorical displacement of Substance & Form that molecular structures formulate in dot-dashed Morse code.

Games with rules, everything else is broken outside of the games, either you play by play, or you are all caput
Feeling head to toe, health & the lack of it, periodically to heal before the next damage seeks to find an input
All is a deep well behind a vaulted, lead door without a lock or key; it opens only if magic thus spake, says me
Clocks created to tick away Time’s Presence, as quickly as possible, recover dead souls among us that can’t be.

Updated the outdated, fresh out of time, no air left for any of us to gasp, don’t smoke, don’t inhale cosmic dust
Down the well with me, where the light disappears from your holy body you’ll never survive without the iron rust
League balls, pitched, caught, hit, thrown out of the game before the 1st inning was at the bottom, I am an ex-con
Convicted of a crime I never committed, I took a fall for my brothers & sisters, I saved them from evil bogeymen.

On or off the border with the oceans of wet gas, H2O in empty Space surrounded and infused, Hades’ apple cider
Satiated one bite after the other, metabolizing the protein and enhancing condiments to highlight the scent of her
Cooking in a kitchen or at a BBQ spit, it all comes down to this: we grow, kill it and eat it before being rear-ended
That’s life, and in between we fill it full of fun & anti-climactic bull scat, disguised as an a priori Truth; I’m offended.

Punishment for the crimes will be recompense for the loss of the victims’ personal space, dwindling by tick tock
An eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth are the recommended measures of Karma meted out by the muck and mire
Thrown up death that can’t be digested in the excretory manner, think it out to the ultimate penultimate in a crock
Slippery slope disguised to persuade the Good & the Bad, that the Ugly is the stoker of the hottest sparks of Fire.

Dissolving like the witch in the Wizard of Oz, it’s all about the water, and if you can’t manage the Truth, dive deeper
Fly the flags to warn all that approach, if you want to die, y’all shake up the hive a bit; it’ll make your entire day, sir
You actually don’t know what you believe you know, no way you can prove that anything at all is true, and I doubt it
Seen, heard, smelled, touched, tasted & absorbed into a soul, that’s Life, it’s what people say, it is done, complete.

by

r j j stephan, i

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, 3-25-2026 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

WHO’S THAT CHICK?

{ SQUISHED out of my #cyberloins gone amok while jammin’ to @Santana #WavesOfTheSpirit  Latino Blues Rock Guitar (spiritual sunset) link on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/EdHCv4X8ME8?si=O937kFKFQHaPZkoX }

I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?