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.?

#ShesGoneGirl & @MorganWallen #HITS2025

AS LONG AS…THERE’S A LIT,

 NEON MOON, MAMA

Fur is the shaved hair of the animals who lost it to a predator named Man, protagonist wives 
Progenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives 
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks 
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.

Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable 
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble 
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee 
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.

Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind 
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find 
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse 
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force. 

By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular 
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar 
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this 
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.

UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven 
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend 
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell 
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell. 

No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye 
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die 
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps 
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.

Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out 
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about 
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too 
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.

Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet 
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet 
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey 
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea. 

Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions 
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions 
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today 
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.

Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow 
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap 
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap 
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.

Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker 
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over 
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals 
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.

Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin 
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig 
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig.  

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, Freezember the 2nd, MMXXV Anno Domini #PocketFullOfDough
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#IWantMy @Nickelbak #BeLikeH2O #DiamondsFacetsAllOne #TheTyger #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunneWith @MorganWallen #GottaGitALittleDirtyWhenYourDigginForGold #BlackCrowes

COWBOY EVOLVED FROM PERFECTION, FORNICATION OF THOU

All of us, totally alive now or already dead are inside of a surrealistic dream, it’s all strife 
As if you’ve stumbled upon One, Salvidor Dali work of art, paint, pencil, photo, light beam 
Miracles I’ve searched for to not only witness the event but also tell a tall tale, incredible 
Yet, Truth is like that if you’ve never heard of it, it may make or ruin your whole day & life.

What is above or below this Earth, scientists and dead men walking know it all, empty zero 
Knowledge and wisdom of this deck of cards with the hands already dealt by being in utero 
Lucky nails & teeth will grow to eat the world & protect hearts from harm, soul of God form 
In millions of animated things, transitioning from Nothing to Something & all the way back.

Corked bottles keep the fermented fruit of the vine, fresh as the day grape squirted to glass 
They all left a while ago but now, all boys are back in town & runnin’ the blocks like a badass 
You know what I know, only you know like I do how the end is gonna be without a spirit fool 
Divine or humane, all in and out of the ears, critical cyber-realities remain an accurate tool.

Empty between the ears outside of the skull & bones, RNA & DNA absent of a liberated Will 
Snowed the frozen rain down from mountaintop to the valleys of the blue marble’s spin skill 
Due to the whirling & wobbling, Life asserted itself in the insanity of Earth, Wind & hot Fire 
Lunatics want to fight when they know they’re gonna lose the war, no plan or bird on a wire.

It’s essence of extinction, a black hole with a Singularity in plain sight of a mind’s 3rd eyeball 
As geometric calculus fills the Void’s matrix with Uno & Zero, lines, columns collapse it all 
It all couldn’t be any worse ‘ the worst possible event unleashed, AC/DC #DayOnTheGreen 
Live wires charged with power, protons, electrons and neutrino neutrons, Ionics I’m all in.

Known that nothing exists before the Big Bang & won’t exist a moment the day after tours 
Trash and wealth combine down the journey to the epicenter of being, One & Many doors 
Drifting on the breeze, getting blown away by the all too human jobs comin’ out of the blue 
History drives the fists to punch holes in the matrix, Will Power runnin’ the street & the rue. 

Junkyards full of the used metal and plastic we can’t launch into empty space to the moon 
Breaks in the matrix happen, moments at a time, posterity controls the gatekeeper’s spoon 
Space is inner and outer between shards of Life & Absolute Oneness, getting naked for sex 
Only way to cooperate with the overlords is to stay invisible, never cause dissolution’s hex.

Magic spells work, accidentally directed by the holy & desecrated earth soil, buried bones 
Breaking rocks on the chain gang because I’m the forced labor, I got framed by her moans 
I don’t know anything for certain other than you’re in the same boat as I am, empty bliss pie 
Ignorance of the knowledge is wisdom’s protection, singing, dancing, eating until y’all die.

Made it out of jail with a bullet in his back, a 30:06 line of sight, in the crosshairs of Eternity 
Way gone just like the song says, ol’ Mr. Brooks & Mr. Dunn movin’ on a target onto my eyes 
Fathers miss their daughters they never produced from the gametes, world turns blue man 
I set alone at a table way in the back of a bar, only lonely folks go to for spirits of a drunk sin. 

Of course, inebriation is everything a human needs to forget about suffering pains of love 
Leaving for another Man who cannot compete with me, it was all meant to be that way too 
Had to be in the place in Space at the right time, Timing is Everything, as Romeo knew, so 
Keep your bearskin in tact, block everything other than 7mm rounds, hide out cave above. 

Stars burn but when you’re far enough away, keep your feet & backbone warm, no, I’m gone 
I took too much time, ran out before I knew it, my eyes and ears opened wide, funk moaned 
As if there was never a warning about the hereafter that comes when the corpse rots in 10 
But only ignorance shines in reflection, believe in the unknown, call it the End, I Am all Zen.

As a wagon wheel turns, if you got four of ‘em, you’ll get a bunch of dogwood flower blooms 
You owe me, I owe you but neither of us will recover from sudden death, debts’ livin’ rooms 
Purple in the infrared range and Red in the ultraviolet domain, reversed psychosis to all now 
Holidays & holy days regarded as special, without it, we’re not conceived in a cocaine blow.

Clocks tickin’ & sun’s is still up in the same place, above black & blue skies, look out below 
Five o’clock now, somewhere in the world for a minute, already gone there, drunk in my pity 
Criticize my thorough analysis at your own risk, deduce and induce the logical conclusions 
Invert the investigation & plow through your memories you can recollect, Eve’s original sins.

She said she loved Adam, Eve had imagination rollin’ well, now here we are, so all way gone 
Like ships sailing on the infinite seas all around us, solar system & galaxy in this tiny drone 
Can’t even see one hide nor hair from way up above the stratosphere, nobody’s home, sigh 
Saddle is keepin’ my bottom dry, candle burnin’ at both ends, this cowboy barely gettin’ by.

Lipstick on the mirror said “Good-Bye” as a creative evil dream alive, fix-sad faced drippin’ 
It wasn’t the only way to go but it was all a lie, didn’t know that it was, Know to be one, son 
Boyfriend, husband, significant other in relations, random accidents, Ma & Pa had a bawl 
Here we are, healthy or wealthy & sick, you don’t like my smoke or tattoos, so KMCA y’all. 

All my holy “Zen passes through all our definitions & remains Zen as before,” inevitable “I” 
Id, Super Ego & little ol’ me, the Ego from ovaries in a Sicilian woman, oh mamas, y’all sigh 
Big timin’ in a small town, up in Pilot Hill ‘tween Cool & high Coloma, where bare feet walk 
Black or blue denim, jeans from the heavenly clouds or Macy’s but either way, I still balk.

Never know when it’s gonna last more than a NYC minute or ½ a lifetime, you only get one 
Nobody gets another chance, they myth has deceived the ghosts in the machines for fun 
Now hear this, free emotional rescue for you, just because you thought you were so pretty 
Breaking the infinite line in two, division of perfection into double vision, creates the nutty.

Some nuts fell out the trees, others came out the male injections of gametes into ‘er hips 
Not only rats and worms but also the humans who know it all, forget about their sail ships 
Karma carried over until the galaxy implodes into its essence, Nothing subatomic, charm 
Farmers with a tan, drivin’ pickups like country boys do, makin’ daughters mama’s farm. 

Camouflage britches and a dago T-shirt, hippy long-hair or a Mohawk or a chilly-ass fades 
All Time comin’ as the Earth spins one way, dawn & dusk always the identical dark shades 
Put my love into a function of an equation & produced two old men, infants turned too cool 
Beatniks beat up into hippies and their progeny, spend all you have, Hell bent gerkoff fool. 

Talkin’ smack without power to back it up, getting the scat & hell beat out of a jive ass, OMG 
You and the rest of the species may mock the Truth but it remains the same, an End of Time 
Pepper doctor ground all the rocks into dust, nothing is alive & there’s no need for anybody
Hillbillies live below a Mason-Dixon, sweet home choak it up, ambush an Alabama rhyme.

by 
r j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, XXIX-XXX-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LNNPNweSbp8?si=DuRwIt-LkPOGAUs_ } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OldTymeRadioscopy #IfYouWantBloodYouGotIt #JohnWickBestFights #LetsPlayBall #BatterUp #ThatsHitWayBackWayBackItsGONE #HomerKingOtani #BunchedSwings #ThisIsNotADream #ThisIsADream @Santana @DonnyHathaway LIVE @TheBitterEnd #PlayBall @ACDC @IronButterfly #INAGADADAVIDA

Z E D

I’VE GOT NOTHIN’ MAN,

LET’S PLAY BALL y’all !

Without a random thought, there’s no doubt that certainty is elusive yet in sight

Night & yesterday the trials and tribulations take place, teach lessons in the fight

No way to do anything wrong, it’s all the method to learn by trial-and-error ways

Heart and soul of the survival mankind achieved on this place in Space always.

Mindful of the souls involved in the animated amalgamations of morphologicals

Common knowledge and occult insights combine into unseen gods, immortals

Never seen in the light of day as if eternal darkness is the God of it all, skin & bone

Well, all of the people who have launched into Space agree, we can’t be all alone.

On the way to the median I can never tell why it’s not the middle of the centerfield

Torture and pleasure in the realm of nervous breakdown from copacetic backfield

Periods, quarters, innings and halves, you never can tell when winners will stiffen

Betting on the favorite to win is more than half the time a good bet, odds are even.

Pits and pendulums the choice of the torture with the swingin’ blade lowered slowly

Closer to the thin skin of the neck, flesh, nerve & bone cut off the brain’s skull spew

Ready to hurl, coming to conscious awareness from a dead sleep, purple royal blue

Thoughts of ideas formulated from a menudo of mud, blood & beer, toke high too.

Preach or stay off of the grid and in the null and void cluster phu-qup, it’s all narrow

Middle path you appear ready to tread, a world disappears in the rear bone marrow

Win or lose the games you & I play regardless of our luck of the draw, we pass & spit

Space allows only mentally retarded humans to fail the test of being fit to survive it.

Mark the day and night, like the song laments, time to recollect the love to be or not

To be One isn’t as easy as it sounds, you must unlearn your teaching, in a safe spot

Must have the back covered, innocent and without defense, being at one as a robot

Creator close, inside and outside, feels separated but together, like a pain in the foot.

From the infancy granted to your soul, you’ve moved onto a grid for the sake of love

No way in Hades I'd ever choose to expose my soul to annihilation, below or above

How to comprehend this mystery we’re breathing & moving within, a $64 question

You may answer but never know if you’re right or wrong 'til you die, 'til I die, then.

Hope & Charity may get you by while Alive but it’s useless post death, got that hag?

Peel away the layers form the onion until the invisible core is exposed for a thing it is

Space, dead air, emptiness, blackness, lightless, inside an urn or casket or burlap bag

Everything converges to points without mass, squared one, produced one that or this.

Numbers either fractions or decimals of at One, everything equals 0 times zero, out

Energy is a name for stuff we get from the sunlight, the wind & water in animation

Too much time on One’s hands leaves a mind out of control for Jazz played by hand

More than One less than zero above, so below, faith, hope, charity, I’m a boy scout.

Hot as a pistol after firing 10-round clip, touch my barrel or you’ll get burnt fingers

How come I let you touch my gun?  It’s the 64-thousand-dollar question, it matters

Energy given is energy used & it disappears into the structure, form of the Itself pile

Cells of recombined genes with nothing but luck to guide on the path, hope in karma.

Good, bad or ugly as you’d have been in a Past, which morphs into here & now's sea

Of waves & undertow due to cuttin’ the rug with a girl named Linda Lu, swayin’ bee

Excuse me is all I could yell as I ran out the door, fearing for life like ne’er before too

Didn’t want trouble, needed a favor, just three steps toward the door, right on blue.

I found the back door rquick, it was locked so I broke it down, broke my fingers too

Dude never saw me again, nor his lady, headed west to California, cross Mississippi

Texas, Arizona, New Mexico & finally SoCal, paradise next to a desert, near Hawaii

Out on the end of the top limb of a Redwood tree, it's an eagle perched, painted blue.

Featuring divine’s sounds of guitars & drums, organic piano, congos & juice harps

Push and pull of the counter-culture to be civilized & incorporated for good of all life

Extinction may be all immanent, I always want one more for the road, a friend or foe

One of them will impact future of things we’ve never imagined, as if the fix is in tow.

Whether fixed or not, you still must survive with supplies & escape plan to urgency

Observe the alternative, it’s either live or die, there’s y no other path centered

Whatever weve 'killed we’ve either eaten or destroyed into dust & rust on hard rock

Survivors don’t pick the same way that victims do, all full of mixed-up 151 rum swig.

I played ball, all tried the catch, throw, kick, smack wood, plastic or metal, I know

Ended well or not, never a champion with trophy wife but we played ball, as we’d go

All rules & coaches did their best to control the power, but y’all, t'was impossible too

It was game time on clock & I was always in the mood, dawn to dusk, a bit byte blow.

Raised near enough to the lake, 1800 west got me on the loose with a Gang of Nines

Bad boys made me join the Air Force or get locked up with Chicago Po-Po, so fine

I left just in the nick of time, played ball since that long ago time back in the high 70s

Here & now the present finds the data rollin’ in one end, one ear & out all the others.

Are you listenin’ now? Mixed from original sin's agreed upon program, linked folks

Nannies & grannies raised the young babies into adolescents makin’ it with egg yolks

I shout, I’m heard, repeated ad infinitum for all I know, last all eternity 'til bada bing

Uncle Romeo reality comes stealth, papa’s o'er here right now, Timing Is Everything!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. XI-XXVII-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 0859 hours

T H A N K S G I V I N G    P A R T Y    T I M E   DRINKS   ALL   AROUND

F I N  I  S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PICASSO  "THE CRYING WOMAN"

 

#RockMeMama #MamaRockMe FOREVER AIN'T A LITTLE WHILE "IT COULD BE WORSE" -- #UncleRomeo @Xteena #WTFmomentarily #FornikayTed #StealthMode #JORDAN #CURTISLOWE #MJNIKEMIKE

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MY SCHWINN,

 MY WHEELS

Copy of the thing itself causes the myriads of genetic mutations possible in the Oz

A world of Never-Neverland invisible to naked eyes but all there is to the 3rd dicks

Middle of your forehead can be under your widow’s peak dreamin’ in 3D for kicks

They kept getting harder to find until the trick got turned without being the cause.

Intent on comprehending the nature of a beast, found alive & well on the surface

No barrier to the dimension, the 3rd is invisible to a 4th & not vice versa, rat race

Eye to eye, ear to the ground heard in concert, a scent & taste of spice, megadeal

Ace deuce cards well-played, @Trump necessary & sufficient Truth overexposure.

Negatives and prints of the imagery behind the machines running in synch with Z

Or Y or X for the matter & energy relate to the speed of light squared, here ye W

Nothing et al like egg & gamete flagella beginning a mystery we lionized as divine

No other proof than, what else could it be but an accident of subatomic collision.

Come on men an women, we’re better than this, let’s come up with an answer too

Using logic and reason with the reliance on the written word, pen and cyber paper

Every single bit of every iota of knowledge & wisdom can be put on 2 giga-bytes

Gone, all gone with the flow into the black hole’s Singularity becomes . all there is.

Far from the streets of Chicago, which is where my two wheels roamed, in Cali

All the gold in the world is here & it’s all in the form of lead, as above, so below

Igloos to teepees, skyscrapers to underground space-mother earth’s hollow

Grades are always excellent and above average as long as I am the hard candy.

Miles and miles I rolled back & forth on paper routes and baseball practice daily

What did I know about what Life would bring onto my seventies, yet that’s reality

Seeing is believing but if you believe the invisible is something real, get committed

You got delusions runnin’ your schematic, get a tune-up before you’re dead.

Nobody can tell you to believe something if you aren’t of the mind to, hence I did

I didn’t have a mind to believe in higher power, nobody told me to, come to a skid

Stopped to perpetrate in a name of Love or momentary lapse of Reason, all I am

Was not here the day before I was conceived, believed love’s lust, impure jam.

Tired of talking in front of a mirror, fall asleep as I speak to myself, what I say too

Essential to what I mean, to be understood for no reason other than, just because

As human beings in communication, connected pieces of matter, all too human

What it is, somebody couldn’t tell me, I analyzed & concluded, there’s no big boss.

No gods-eye in the sky which appears blue, of starshine, black hole turned white

Supreme or not so much that but more than every other thing, all forms in sight

Taken what’s given by posterity or some power that has no form visible to any Ga

Except to one 3rd eye, we know it all, my Schwinn 24-inch, sweet gift a la old Pa.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday 11-23-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Created while jammin’ to #NAFT but then I hit play on https://youtu.be/ECfm4t86-Jw @WarrenHaynesBand concert }

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

SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

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