#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

#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Well Done or Burned #MakeMyWishComeTrue #WhiteKnuckledBlackGods #GrinchSetUp #Shrek2025 #ScoringPoliticalPoints #TaxiDriver

HER TONGUE DOES WHAT IT DOES WHEN SHE CHOOSES

At will, the free and easy Will to Power which we all get robbed of before Reason kicks the kid

Fear to loathe this first place choice of gods, in every tongue on Earth, her name means It, “Id”

All you need to know is get out the way if you fear sudden death, since she has no preferences

Smash & dispose of you, well most of you other than the sacrificed bits of 208 frag-swag pieces.

Here by now you can bet your bottom dollar if you even have a centavo left over post-Christmas

Bet your bottom dollar on whatever has the most odds against winning, you’ll be sure to lose it

Bet your rent or mortgage or the gas and electricity bills, your car payment, bet it all, win or lose

It’s a good chance you’ll lose it all, get ready for a 2nd fall, fell into & out of the love with booze.

Blame and responsibility is all on me, my free will chose to raise the glass of wine, a toke of herb

Needless to say, nevertheless it’s important in any case to deduce the important conclusion, sir

All Respect you give to yourself you may share with all personalities in kind, it’s lost to be found

Be kind to others as you’d like them to be back to you, it comes around like a merry-go-round.

Prisoners of war and peace wait as the young birds in the nest with their traps open for drops

Of men and mice, it’s the same old song as birds sing, a reminder that y’all just a mortal pop

Nothing other than respect for the Truth is necessary and sufficient in every form’s substance

Blood and bone as we are, the gods never were, y’all be happy to be here in a finite instance.

It takes a small error to cause a misdirection of the life of hundreds affected in 50 years of Time

Once knowledge is uncovered by reason’s logic, it is done, yet an invisible tweak remains, a sign

Blundered ala blind altruism to pretenders, misremembered lives, compassionate simpletons

I’m just talkin’ to myself ‘bout myself because I’m the only one who recalls daughters & sons.

Innocent and innocence are the nature of the weak that do not survive Earth, you savage beast

Only God knows the end of Time, the planet’s demise in a Big Bang or Little Squeak, BBQ feast

Loaned a few moments on borrowed Time without knowing the interest on the payback scorch

Full disclosure of the Truth in every case is a certain sign you won’t forget the original lie’s torch.

Holy men and women taught the Word as best they could, it was not their place to claim victory

Hence, a game with rules and regulations mimicking the reality of Earth, Wind and Fire 2nd Story

That your mind’s eye has a concoction of consciousness without a body of bones, a prerogative I

Ego or its superior Alter One that hooks up an imaginary Super One, a thing is nothing t’all, aye!

All I know is what’s not been burned by the folks who needed heat to feel warm, all that’s left Is

All there is, now on the world-wide-web for every, conscious thing itself, idiot, moron or genius

For the Truth to be told there are consequences, every good and evil man is aware of all of It all

Nothing could be further from the Truth, yet Nothing is further than Truth can be told, all a fuss.

Same Time and the same place that your dream began, out of nowhere to go deep undercovers

As a spy vs. spy kills nobody you or I know, yet they are primarily responsible for God’s blunders

Not more nor less than all we will ever be allowed to process for any consciousness’ pacification

Pope to pauper that hasn’t become extinct, housed in an orphanage for love’s children of ZaZen.

You and I know that trusting anyone other than yourself is a gamble, whether related near or far

Relatives or compatriots of the same ilk, a desire needed to keep sane within a pool of insanity

Powerful Will, as above so below, before your arrival you were that same as you’ll be as corpse

Infinity of abstract, unconscious formulation out of shape atomic matter, electronic Time warps.

Your teaching is your thinking that you know what True is and what’s not, a survival mechanism

Smile on your face or not, die happy or sad but either way, when you’re dead, it’s no returnism

On either side of the center of the Time Line, there’s no reversable Future nor Past, just as a Sin

Mortal or immortal disobeying the Host is out of context, punishable by eternal, clear foreskin.

Along the same lines, a compulsive liar never dies before “skill” is passed onto another innocent

Originally to be or not to be as the question, a finale requires an explanation of the odor-scent

Olfactory from the factory, hung on your clothes, skin and hair, a cotton-candy stream of sugar

Hold your tongue, don’t lie about a thing, the Truth is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me.

Coming to know what only lock-pickers can recall, that’s an asset without question, duplicitous

Evaluation of the riff-raff follows a set tool, defines and analyzes the movie in synch with sound

I called it, one or two drinks after the 1st five without a fax from all the Toms, Dicks and Harrys

Look over here super girl & super man, nothing can hurt you worse than the Love in a “hurries.”

Bless the gods because without the blessing, they fail to emerge from the Void of vacant Space

Nobody is out there and nobody can help it, it is what it is, no matter and nobody to go face it

There then and here now, it will be like this then when you remove the shadows from the light

Lights, camera and action from the actors’ and actresses’ bones and voices protesting the fight.

by

r j j stephan, i 

c.  December XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini  1010 PMPST

{ Drafted in utero, now it’s ex utero in a Period Piece; jammed while creepin’ to the beats of Zero and the One on youTube link at what d what @https://www.iheart.com/live/north-pole-radio-6734?app=listen }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItsBeginingToLookALotLikeChristmas #RockinAroundTheChristmasTree @PeggyLee @EVERLAST #GodNatureDreamingWokeUpInTheGAME Please, Please, Me Too @PhiladelphiaEagles @TheEaglesHITS #TheBeatlesHITS #Lyineyes #REVOLUTIONJesusChristmasBuddahKrishnaDeusMama

@CharlesBrown

Eagles vs Bears

LEAN ON ME EVE

I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE

It’s the damn name of the game with the rules inside of the cover with all the players

All up the alley of each and every one of us born to anyone but an up country farmer

Ridicule of it will come from the jealous and ignorant, it’s their karma instantly to be

As a direct result of the thoughts & actions originating in the host, ego of y’all’s & me.

Existentially in need of the meaning of life and death on Earth, watchin’ the scythe

Reaper comes and goes at will, at the hand of the gods or their creator of pre-atom

Heading nowhere yet single straight line that turns left or right, right angle or curve

Dreamin’ it all and then wakin’ up in your bed’s quilts, naked as a j-bird, as an Adam.

Better for the skin to skin contact the special, significant other dishes from the Eden

Fairy tales and actual events unrecorded other than word of mouth & signify in code

Written, spoken or painted on surfaces from trees to rocks to pulp fiction paper Zen

I employ the tools in the shed I inherited from the genome, twilight zone ala mode.

Swallow pride saying all words in the way a spell goes, order in categorical imperative

Presto after the magic fills the smokey void, appearing out of nowhere, a funky thing

Nobody is in a position to believe you because of your exhibition of logic & reasoning

All children, through infancy & personal hygienics training, bloody bone’s a deep dive.

Harm is merely the lack of longevity to the forsaken species, we’re all gonna die apeman

You’ll see I’m right, but it will be too late on your last breath, try to live like no superman

Pole south to north, on the exterior crawling, walking, running & flying to keep it all real

Seeing is believing, without eyesight it’s understandable that Blackness is no color at all.

My side front door is as wide and tall as my back door, the height only seven feet-two

Why all 86 inches in all when it could be 6 & 7 which makes little sense if you don’t know

Nothing more than all of the things made from the gas of atoms, colliding in a clump

Why is this? If I never know, I’ll die in wonder, hopefully another 20-year dump.

Far, far away from all music that’s being played for neither rhymes nor rational reasons

Without birth control through a myriad of means, the species will remain in extinction

Modus operandi as it’s always been since the original sin, don’t tell the priests & nuns

What fun it is to laugh and sing a jingle bells song that achieves a daughter’s new sons.

Feeling warm and as cozy as you can in the odd company of strangers who don’t see you

You see them & attempt to engage only to be ignored as if not worthy of the affair’s stew

Function of the beings is to absorb the systematic doom exuding from the pores of a few

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree & dancin’ with the sentimental feeling, turning it blue.

Off the cuff, some people have a lot of nerve thinking that they’re better than all of us too

Imagine the gall, the audacity of an idiot or a moron, even an evil genius or common fool

All that live on Earth are invisible from 8 miles high, I’m not exaggerating, ask any aviator

Everyman’s words carry weight, an ounce to a pound of the blood, sweat & tears’ jerker.

Form is the specific anterior of the a posteriori improvisation, we are the tool of creation

Neutral or neuter as it must be without any gear or gender of mating content, original sin

In the center of the dot, the period, there is nothing at all, complete void as above & below

I never cared for Beetovhan or Chopin but in the right hands, brass & string mutate a blow.

Bars and spaces to signify the exact repetition of the tonal memory to soothe a savage too

Man or beast from savage to a cultured, educated pretender of being better than all of you

Yet, as above, so below, if it can happen then it will happen, what can go wrong will as well

On the other hand, with two for a choice, everything else is wrong, down a rabbit hole I fell.

Suddenly, everything that was all lit up with daylight turned pitch black without any warning

Gratitude for the assistance provided by the unconscious mind within, inherited for nothing

Just in time, in the right place in synchronization with the galaxy and effects of a 1st cause

Firsthand experience cancelled personality & notion preconception yielding perfection, God.

by

rjjstephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 12-13-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Inspired by the hum of my cerebral cortex & listenin’ to the #BestOfWarTheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bMOQAtvmaQY?si=kVt8hshUTFSEtH3a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Day That LIVES In Infamy December 7th 1941 @PearlHarbor #GodBlessOurMilitaryHeroes 12-7-1941 AD #DownSouthJukin @LynyrdSkynyrd

ALL GAVE SOME,

 SOME GAVE IT ALL

8888888INFINITY8888888

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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