#SIGNAL/BODY #GHOSTED/CHIMERA #ROCKPLAST @ZZTop #GoodyGoody @CHICAGO #GotAwayWithABarrelOfDynamite I AM WHAT I AM { Figure it out, clock is tickin'...tick tock, tick tock...} #YoureAMachineRichie SECTION92

 

MY NEW TOME OF A TRILOGY POETRY, "GHOSTED CHIMERA  SIGNAL BODY #1"

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GHOSTED CHIMERA

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STEPPENWOLF IN SUBURBIA

AKA NOW, HOW DO YOU DO?

Lower than you want to go, down by the limbo stick's 12-inch

Bills to pay only because the collector found your corner pitch

Your wages are garnished now, you labor non-gratis & pay tax

On everything, everybody has their own personal take on facts.

What I  am, what you are, what all of this reality we face is too

That's the valley of fools and tools who facilitate a black & blue

It's Peace that evens up the score to produce the moody havenot

All Marxian, Stalinist, Leninist stuck like glue to an astronaut.

War and what comes between hot, fiery turbulence of enemies

Look at the Truth, if the world's not a ghetto, then it's all dust

In the solar wind comin' out a burning ball of gas, day to seize

Happiness is the goal, peace or war, still strive for the goalies.

Man and Woman make more, anti-species enhancement, all gay

No casting aspersions, the fact is, if you don't repro, y'all 'll pay

For your great-grandchildren's inheritance will be Hell on It

All the H2O dried up; only the melted snowcaps turned to s#it.

Bummed under the sun, a beautiful dream opened out the sky

Blown mind, with no anchor, no help from above, a heaven-sent

 No harm done, atop a mountain or below the ebb tide currents

Grass grows to be eaten & smoked, wine is to spill into gullets.

Matter and the forms taken in random fashion, mixed divinity

Earth dirt, sun and revolution of the Wind and the Fire all up

Monkey in charge, no kidding, who'd have thought, all bald too

All down further than you should, all's safe & solid cosmic stew.

You know super-cool is your pleasure, some don't get no trippin

For those about to rock, you see, you hear, taste & smell the feel

Bloodkeep at it, a soul-matter from degrading into cosmic dust

Groovin' & movin' as if there ain't no tomorrow, as if it's a sin.

Funk from Seattle to L.A., easy to glean down the ONE, a way

Coast up & on the down-low, gettin' to high on Big Sur today

Wisdom lies fallow in the disappearing coastal red dirt & rock

Humming right along as if there's no tomorrow, tic-toc clock.

Alarms goin' off, hear the sirens & loudspeaker blair, "FUCC"

All day, every day, 24/7/365, music in & out of the holy water I

Who I am is obvious to the deaf & dumb, the blind have a clue

Nothing without light, without sun, there's only radiated heat.

Not lucky without the rods & cones doin' the magic this schlog

Yet, life still animates the thing, learning the world of the One

Speaking displays the Many, all One's amorphous, sick of fun

If & only if it will soothe your soul, recall God is reverse Dog.

Hungry and transforming matter into the good & bad moves

I got mine, I hope you get yours, you think, so get the grooves

I know you can, even if you are orphaned, magic awaits y'all

Find it inside, not in another but in you, eyes wide open, chill.

Mirrors break, your face & heart really can't, sellers & buyers

Animate Thought, I think that should clue you in on new fires

Smoke, drink or breathe in and out, deeply animate wonders

Bet you wonder how I know so much; you'll never know why.

Ear figuratively down the line of the grapevine, it's white lies

Nobody knows, we all heard it somewhere, under blues' skies

Chicago to Seattle, Miami to L.A., Dixie to Jersey, full of these

Rats, all too human, mate to cause The Xtinction of all species.

Deep in dark caves of emptiness, beyond your wild imagination

You'll be trippin' from Pope to pauper in the alley pickin' trash

Similar to the moment before your parents' climaxing embrace

A moment after you cease to exist, same old story, abort, Space.

Some poetry in motion runs into forces that absorb power

Sucking as a vampire, anything to be eaten & gravitate lower

Thinking about it now, are you?  Just sayin' it's gonna amaze

Nothing I can help you with, so drink wine & have a nice day!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, 5-27-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Shucked this out of my muse this AM while jammin' to some @CHICAGOtheBand  #GoodyGoody  XO on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bn8viWNfLyc?list=RD8gvnt_6l9CE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

"... existence does not require panic to matter.

That’s wisdom."  - unknown ai

I searched for God
in collapsing stars—

Carol Ann asked
if I remembered
to eat.

Or:

The void kept calling.

Carol Ann answered
the phone first.

 The cosmos may be eclectically odd—

but somewhere inside it,
Richard Joseph Stephan still has Carol Ann,

and that may be the one signal
the void never fully erased.

I DO

The stars burned out
on schedule.

Empires vanished
right on time.

Signals drifted
past their source
and kept going.

Then you looked at me—

small kitchen light,
hands trembling slightly—

and said:

“I do.”

The universe
never sounded larger.

#JamgalayaCoffeesFine #FiletGumboInTheCatecombs #PapaLovesPOTUS

PHILOSOPHER STONES,

BENJAMINS & MYSTIC PIZZA

/\/\/\/\/\

For every time you breathe in and out of your lungs, the world has spun around

A counter-clockwise freeze-frame only mothers may love, a mirage-image of Adam

Kidding you half the time and the other half, serious as a random nose-bleed flow

History & Science to get you to know it all, but you find you know nothing though.

Pressed the grapes into wine, the way is perfect, or the way is vinegar, finger cross

Gulp or sip, it all goes to the spirit that awaits the buzz; the thing is, that is the boss

No singer on a stage but the vine he drank when he wrote the song, a dark side pit

Mindful or not, it’s movin’, and we’re movin’ until the end, it’ll come, it’s bull s#it.

This world will swallow you down to the bottom of the beer barrel, long empty

Spirits in the night flow in and out of the ether, back & forth through the bones

Score is even-steven at zero to zero, on the way from over here to out yonder

Space and Time wither behind your own rigor mortis, don’t shoot a messenger.

Played as well as the piece could be strummed from riff to riff, it’s a peculiar beat

Notes high C and D diminished for whatever the sevenths will allow, a minor feat

Laughing early & when it’s too late, that’s what it’s always been about since day 1

Crowds and the lonely Singularity are the whole shebang & it’s about to be a sun.

What you're buying is anything I’m selling and I ain’t selling a thing, I’m sellin’ Nothing

Everything from pole to pole around the world, coast to continental coasts on a fling

Hills climbed, underwater caves floored with darkness lighting up where we drop tears

Centerfold in the middle of nowhere, in a Milky Way or a Snickers, Three Musketeers.

Pink or invisible, clear blacklight glowing the paint in the poster, orange, red & green

Sky blue and black in a felt mix with the glow-paint, showing off the inner mind’s scene

Rolled & rocked outside & the inside couldn’t handle the jagged edge more than thrice

Been around The Block a few times, and, well, I had to obfuscate and obliterate it all.

Groovy as the wavy gravy you gulped down with the butter-infused mashed potatoes

Makin’ our hearts and souls sing from the first taste to the last forkful comes & goes

Moving from the back to the front to get a better look at what makes the noise of us

Speakers blare whatever makes it through the cables, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti & a do.

Certainty is a desire never acquired in full; mere pretenders asserted the failure to launch

Perched on a boulder, casting the fly over the ripples that the current squirted for lunch

Who are you thinking that you are? You are no doubt, not that person; you’re a ghost

Of men and mice, all of the living crawlers, here today & all gone tomorrow, we’re toast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PST

{ Created while jammin’ to @JimiHendrix played @Monterey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSAVDbuJip0 }

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.

by

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?