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?

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

SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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r j j stephan, i

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

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

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

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

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

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

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

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

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!

by

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.?

#DoDaDuggyInKentucky @BoysRoundHere #TeethForTeeth #EyesForEyes @StevieRayVaughan #StrandedCaughtInTheCrossfire #GimmeSomeCoolSweetWater #H2O @EddieMoney @KennyWayneShephard @JonnyLang @BishopFultonSheen #rollin with the #ZZTop @LynyrdSkynyrd y @Santana #IAmWinning

RIFFS bubble above a molecular constant,💚

NOTHING’S ESPECIALE, flip the script, tossin' in my sleep

Spies can’t recall the stolen valor they never had, tattle tales couldn’t stop getting spanked

By jailers who were taught by nuns & high priests who profess, sin ain’t a crime to the dead

Watch and listen, you have the eyes and ears for that, but if you don’t grasp it, you’re phuqt

Heartless soul animated form, conception to death, no reason, no rhyme, disappear defecate.

It ain’t my fault, get the origin sourced out, immortality to absolve the guilt’s responsibility

Innocent crying embryonic stardust with nowhere to go but up and down and around the sea

Bring me back a doggie bag, I know you won’t be able to consume the anchovy mystic pizza

Breezeway without wind ain’t a breezeway, it’s a hole in a matrix with no identity, Mardi gras.

Whisper in the hold in your head, there’s seven of them I think, mouth, nostrils, ear & eye, ho

As if there were any needs or wants in the body that can’t be procured by the seek & destroy

Eat if you get hungry, but if you wait long enough, you’ll starve while you bloom that rose bud

Spinnin’ macrame, I can never find any because it’s all in the past, all archangels do fear to go.

Beats like a metronome to & fro in the finite form, wound up with full force to push it in a bed

Who the phuqum freezes the work of art created in the empty vacuum of star flames, infrared

Bottoms up, way up on top above the crunch of your mamas & papas, orphan began this saga

One & only one, minus one equals a solo zero, all you need to absolve a guilty conscience, Ra!

Mama, oh mama, you’re either up in Cielo or givin’ daddio, my pop, business as usual, babe

You see me, you see yourself, shadow silent with nothing to say anyway, it’s academic fate

Dealt the winning hand, I’m always winning, and I have no inkling on the nature of a loser

Losers never win, they don’t care, they don’t know what they’re missing, painted it darker.

Unloaded pistol with .44 rounds, need to crucify your God, unload the capacity on the crown

Feel all good, evil, and the uglier than a puzzle in pieces, divided to obfuscate battles all blown

Find or lose what you’ve got in your body’s pockets, naked ape, you and seven bodily orifices

Strokin’ thrones that won’t accept the blame for a constant beating drum of invisible fences.

War needs to fill the vacuum full of bombs and death by being blown to tidbits of DNA fodder

To the gods, to the God, to the Absolute Zero, I salute the permanent markers, now disappear

Silence into song, enjoy the passing thing itself, it’s a form of empty brothers & just One sister

You don’t know, you won’t guess, forgot to tell you the facts of life about rules of the roadster.

Driven counter-clockwise in an oval for the rest of Earth’s revolution and wobble, it won’t last

Almost ready for you to find the Truth that’s always been obvious, you couldn’t believe it fast

Too slow and you’ve inherited the scat nobody else could fathom, shake your head, to and fro

No is not affirmation, it's a denial; a positive needs negativity, or so I’m told, my sister & bro.

Fear nothing but a word, fear itself’s illusion is that it’s scary being alone, au naturelle beast

Afraid that a virus or animal will stalk & destroy it all, be edified by high, stoned crossbones

Nothing lasts forever; facts of life are the mysteries told by the fathers to the sons at a feast

Paramilitary parameters, the fort is fortified, word is mum, riff’s over when it’s over, Homes!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 3-21-2026 Anno Domini @ 10:00 AMPST

{ Chopped this cherry tree down while jammin’ to @ZZTop LIVE FRONT ROW 4K, 2024 LINK @ https://youtu.be/ScDssAYL4_s?si=hlE5iX0yCAqYL0NL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

THAT’S THE KING