#ChinnyChinChin #SuperBowlLVXIMMXIII 2025 A.D. #USAID

GIDDY UP, HIGH HO SILVER

F O C U S

ENOUUGH IS ENOUGH

Invited to the party… but I didn’t know anyone except the lady who invited me, she’s gone
As if she was never here in the first or second place, through no fault of my own, I’m a pawn
On the board, playin’ the game by the rules against cheaters and liars who lose & then moan
As if it matters that you hear the displeasure of losing to you, the jig’s up fronting predawn.

Through the spin of Earth, assimilating the day and the night, it is what songs sing all about
Fear and loathing in every invisible atom of your skull, bones & inner soul, the ol’ holy spirit
Signify yourself by your irrelevance to the whole shebang, no matter what you do, you s#it
Yourself, in your diaper at first until you get badgered into getting clear on sanitary shout-out.

Bad boog-a-loo and slick bumpin’ & jumpin’ all around the drums & horns mix with G-strings
Keepin’ the harmony & melody with electronic 88’s & y’all’s’ mama knows the rest, she sings
On my knees down below the baby’s high-chair, like the boss of the board, not yet chairman
Acting like One in control of every decision to move this way or that, nobody doin’ a can-can.

A dance of steps, to and fro with random side-steps to follow, to get to the final waste of Time
Not telling anybody’s story once they’re dead, just look at the corpse & wait for the stop signs
Closing the top of the coffin/casket keeping the dead 208 bones contained from predator sins
Hear the sounds, see the sights, feel what’s hip from scent & taste of the loaves and fish fins.

Ready on the starting line, set to go and without further ado, it’s on the way to the finishin’
On the race of the Good scents of Evil for survival of the most fit species, prejudiced redskin
In the darkness of this living dream, many think they know it all, wise knowledge deepfakes
Certainty principles are appearances of the doom & gloom that rattles until the gods shakes.

Substance before the Big Bang was nothing like the sway of the human woman’s hips I feel
Makin’ my move to pretend that the species’ hormone has little to control the whole deal
Nothing left when everything loses its attention of your conscious mind, a brain-dead loner
Your creators & your parents along with enculturation methods will usurp you, The Stoner.

Think about surviving without the Gold earned or inherited from something Itself, squib cakes
No forgiveness for the malfeasance of your holy fathers and pure, virgin mothers and sisters
Harmony & some working rhythm keeping time with the movement of the waves & high tides
Beat kept from A to G, sharp & flat, diminished in major, minor or seventh, felt the beat vibes.

Alright, it’s going to gitter done on the backstroke & last toke, there’s no time to f’n waste
Playin’ with fire & sandcastles that won’t last through the next tide, ebb or neap, God’s Face
Gas up to begin the journey, it’s a necessary and sufficient condition to X or implode Space
Very good or not, it is what it is, it could be worse, you might not ever have been born, ace.

You’ve joined the herd by inheritance from the sex acts of Romeos & Juliettes who live & die
History of an unknown origin, rocks, scissors, sharp needles and silver spoons for the blue sky
Moving things, animated animals of animation, cartoons of comedy and drama, Word is all up
Love, Fear of losing Life, crushed, burnt, drowned or consumed like a BBQ’d swine or dog pup.

Peace & Ends of it have much to do with territory & boundaries for saving your family jewels
What I had before I died went right back into the matrix mix, immersed inside cosmic stew
Better or worse may not be good but evil is better than the alternative, Nothing but a Void
All spirits conclude it’s better to be than not to be, no question, the only answer, I’m android.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, February 2^nd MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Jammed while loopin’ #OneHeartbeat by @SmokeyRobinson in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A39xfn3K_Ps?si=esrXN1EKYLxyGn-z }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ALLSuperBowl2025Commercials you are so lucky! #CommercialGenii

R.I.P. mama mia 

Salvatrese maria Alfano Stephan

peace & I love you baby!  XOXO

BLACK HOLE IN THE MILKY WAY?

BALL HAS A DROP-DOWN-MENU FOR BEER

I’ve got news for the old folks, the young folks and the #WokeFolks in the bleeding

Broken laws come first after ten commands, you can’t be a good human, no felons

Your OP parents were either never there or there & shouldn’t ‘ve been there, DING

Ethical decisions based on traditional morality of right & wrong, good & evil sons.

No daughters are allowed to be evil, they are all the product of semen of the men

Just a solitary egg wondering about nothing suddenly hijacked by RNA without Zen

Harmony when atoms collapse into black holes beneath the Milky Way’s day tripper

Hidden within star systems’ planetary orbitals, none with life as we know it, a zipper.

Stop my watch, your time is up & it’s all goin’ down to the bottom of the holy dumbbell

Bums & stoned junkies hired to judge, umpire & referee the ball game, avoid inevitable

Until death will strife then part your 208 bones, blood & consciousness to die for any day

Idiots & morons runnin’ to head the show but the jig is up & naked kings are all but gay.

Brow-beating your master’s mama until you’re released and freed from being indentured

That’s the only way to succeed at annihilating your slave mentality, inherit from a cool fool

In or out of your home, above & below the ground we share with all plants & animal herds

Everywhere, anyplace, anytime including eternity out of Time, pretend that it is all One too.

Let me assure myself before I reduce my ego to the essence of being’s reduction, poor ol’ Id

Professional and amateur have equal but separate visions, one to enrich & the other to enjoy

For nobody can anybody die for, whether you have a notion to do it or not, it’s impossible too

Just sayin’ it’s a long road to the top & quick jump off of a bridge or a cliff when killin’ the kid.

Nobody cares if it’s Albert, Anthony, Zeke or Zachary, from A to Z, you’re flushed to the guts

Conception & then abortion, it’s the human’s extinction mechanism for Mother Nature’s cuts

Safer & at risk like your daddy & mama were, it’s inheritance to swill like Tennessee whiskey

Portholes open without glass barriers, the ship goes down, poop deck from fore to aft, at sea.

Silly brothers fighting like cousins and their choices of mate, it will never, ever begin again

You know deep down that the Truth is, you were fortunate to be conceived at all, pray Zen

No free choices other than to follow the cause & effect system of the down & out, hurry up

You may run out of time or be already gone, fly like an Eagle, win an NFL championship cup!

Queer is different from the Norm, which is what evolutionary variation of genes is all about

You get picked up hitch-hiking, believing that human beings are all good, none of them evil

Eyes wide open when you are forced to terminate the threat of being incarcerated by a lout

As above the ground is wide open, so below the ground, all the same, above & below gravel.

Crickets rubbin’ legs for the attraction to reproduce its own kind, no reason for that bull scat

It’s the nature of the beast, evolution for the most fit who reproduce a lot, the predators eat

Holy ghosts remain when things themselves eek out their mortality, decrepit ashes in an urn

All sights out of sight, all sounds hard of hearing, tasteless because they're odorless, feel a burn.

You won’t feel a thing after the pain dissipates, nobody feels anything after it’s all gone to hell

Believe the dead folks when they return to the psychics who explore the black hole in a bell

Loose as my old lady Lucy or up tighter than a drum, up here on top, ain’t no big thing, so high

Bluff it for me and difficult for y’all, a lucky draw from a holy deck of 52, got a full house, I lie!

Plaid & polka dotted shirts and skirts, long sweaters of wool and synthetic silk, all in my head

When you are forced to skip a rope & you’re the best of the rest, single or double-Dutch uphill

Inside of a river I stepped into, I immediately reflected, wouldn’t step into the flow twice devil

Backward spelling of the diablo is ‘lived,’ there’s no doubt, devil is lived with corpses all dead.

Squirt the fluid out the container, envelop the origin in the code of an original garden snaking

I’ll get up your leg, gone up every mother’s leg near my pheromones that waft in the dead air

You know what I know, it’s nobody’s secret that we’re alive & we’re all gonna die, sooner here

Immortality in a conceptual, bizarre world as we know it, ash remains can’t drink ale or beer.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 1-XXIXth - MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 AMPST

{ Killed the Lead, Buried the Lead, Drafted this Ditty while jammin’ to the @Eagles #LongRoadOutOfEden on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5nhM1BJOHu8 & the #Creators Anunnaki, Gods, Ancient Aliens

@ https://youtu.be/S74h3U7rISM?si=mZJYWKl8EO85CjXS )

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Four Score I Think Is A Double Sawbuck, Anyway . . . I ain't Crazy, God Forbid... #WhoopAmanSometimez

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DO NOT BOW UP!

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What Would Jesus Do?  Ask T

To Die For Neighbors & Enemies.

DON’T PARK YOUR TESLA NEAR MY MASERATI GHIBLI, MONSIEUR

Speedbumps every 20 feet you roll on down highway 1 on the coast, too many “S” curves too

On any given day or dark night, there is nobody I’d rather drive on the One with other than Boo

She knows who she is, I don’t want to drop names to impress all 80 I know in the peanut gallery

Mercurial drive far from a Kauai farm of pocololo, drivin’ the sport Bentley, Weed to Monterey.

In some way shape or form, lucky or not, y’all get down to Santa Cruz’ beach’s elder boardwalk

Get some chowder & crackers & sit down to watch the sea gulls & assorted wildlife dive for fish

Most people will never see what I saw, what many but not everyone has observed, on the cuff

Hearts broken into a trillion pieces, the reward for a Valentinian love is rejection in the hot buff.

Nevertheless, it’s automatically going to be a problem for you & I because everything is just that

A problem is our problem to solve & move far away from the cause of the conundrums of fate

Maybe this or that, fill in the blanks to predicate the subjects & objects, adverb adjectives

If prepositions & interjections go too far, just use the first conjunction that comes to your mind.

All the above, tools for the control of the narrative, better me than you or anyone else, all good

Imagine you were one seeing things from the point of view of a 73-year-old man, you’d be rude

But anyway, it’s good to know for certain that the kids can return to classes, state slaves all back

Hostages taken no more, it’s what happens when the imagination fails to accommodate a stack.

What will you do when an illegal immigrant comes to homestead in your house? Cry or guffaw?

Self-Defense for the offense allowed, it’s me, myself & I for the triad of nominees nobody saw

Coming or going whether you like it or not, grim reaper has no choice but to reap what’s sewn

Seed to fruit of the vine, everything is everything, ad infinitum, no lies, mortal job is all blown.

Bury the hatchet deep, in a manner of speaking meaning just forget about it, ain’t no big thing

On the other hand, fate even awakens the woke when a final gasp of gas comes in & goes out

A moment of silence to gather your fixed agenda of cause & effect, mindless clutter, jib jabber

It is difficult to solve some problems, the conundrums without solutions that burn my rubber.

Creating exoplanets and animated life forms inhabiting them, at least here on Earth, that’s Life

It’s all just what is dust on my boots when I’m down after being high in April, up/down in May

The demi gods are in charge of causes and effects of Life on Earth, conception to last watch

Completed contract-mission is what I stand up for, attention General Quarters, go get a wife.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 1- XXVIth – MMXXV Anno Domini @2111 hours PST

{ Proof that you are nobody but the 208 bag of bones you were born with, take an MRI to be certain, count back from 100, like 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, ! for the return of your property most foul & spinnin the notes with @TraceAdkins #HITS #YaGottaWoopAMansAssSometime #GodForbid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rMnqPpHParo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LOATHING THAT FEAR JUST AIN'T ENOUGH #RareEarthIsEnough #OneFamousFormation #ComeWithMe #MA #WORDup

FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY

In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution

Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us

Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose

Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.

Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion

Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union

Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin

And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.

Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am

You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken

Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united

Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.

Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions

Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons

Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold

Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.

Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees

A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about

Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please

Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.

Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand

It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band

You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock

There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.

No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too

Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue

Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down

What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.

Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again

Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den

No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them

Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.

You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it

Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks

In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks

Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.

Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said

Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead

Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s

Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.

Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel

You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill

Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum

Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.

If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?

Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty

All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one

None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.

You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge

Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there

Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever

Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.

Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too

Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool

Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing

After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.

There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all

Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call

Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios

Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.

Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks

It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52

Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew

Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.

Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks

As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks

Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT

Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1

Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone

Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone

Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me

Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.

Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git

You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit

Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over

No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.

Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost

Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host

Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably

It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.

Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too

I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue

Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God

That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST

{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

J O J O WE LOVE L.A.! I CAN'T TELL YOU WHY EITHER IT'S THE ANGELS! #Congratulations @POTUSTrump

WHO TOOK THE 1^ST BYTE DE LA POMME?

Alexander, that’s great, you got taught by Aristotle, all warmed up & practiced the skills until perfect like your grander papa

Even if you’re an orphaned, illegitimate baby, you are still a member of society & if you break rules, you’ll be in yo’ mama

Meaning that you’ll end the life you’ve been granted just because you’ve been conceived & not aborted all too human race

Cacophony of chaos where you belong, a place where you want to be, you’re not in the Space you think, wink out of place.

Simply too complex to comprehend with the subjects and predicates left over in ten commandments & evolutionary milk

Chunky monkeys before they evolved into naked apes were things that were caused by accidental, gravitational collapse ilk

Hydrogen and oxygen are an accidental trip on the light fantastic by the divine & profane, using idiots known as the following

Useful though they are, they can be paid gold & silver to lie, cheat and pretend you ain’t lying or cheating, I’ll whistle & sing.

Follow neo-argument to the ending, premises assumed, a priori true & cannot be a posteriori false, love scrapes with Death

It’s ahead of all the living, humans, aliens, every plant & animal of every species, y’all gonna die with one gasp of bad breath

Finale twisted & shouted when nobody can hear the words, the language is foreign mumbling underground, look out back

Bloody skin pouring out into the anti-gravitational place in Space without dirty ground, not a pebble of solar wasted rock.

Hills above the plains that lead to the higher ground where the peaks show the last hot places to have become the Gods

It’s volcanoes that the ignorant tribes used to sacrifice virgins to the power nobody e’er saw, it was all a gangster paradise

Earth caught in the orbit, you & I know, we mortals without heaven or hell, we got Earth, period, comma, exclamation point

Faith no more in anything other than will it kill you & if the answer’s yes, you eliminate the threat in due haste, roll a joint.

Comin’ in crimson-hot for a landing without informing the Tower of Power, I have a pass on all rules & laws, I’m dreaming

Inside of my mind within my head, it’s all lying down in my bed, I’m asleep & you’re all that I am, my dreams are streaming

Every day outside of the planet Earth is not a day at all, you only have “x” days if standing on a spinning lump of hard rocks

Sand and hydrogen with oxygen perform the beaches packed with human females with bikinis, lookin’ for love in an Xbox.

Nowhere in sight surfing the waves nor sitting in the lifeguard perches waiting for the shark feed comin’ with hungry jaws

Blowing whistles & horns, megaphone ATTENTION ALL SWIMMERS, don’t panic just get out of the water 10 seconds-law

All well played, no harm done, the biggest part of me, ain’t the fault of safety above & below in a perch on a shady iceberg

Hopeless when you’ve lost all bat blind faith, you still expect charity from the sheeple who pose as the people of the fold.

Peer pressure and peer review always meant nothing to me, I couldn’t be shamed into compliance with the throne’s fools

Anyway, I love L.A. and it’s a significant fact of life that if you don’t love it then you don’t know the charity of the good angels

Needed one or two tropical places near the equator, L.A. is One of the Many, not too many, @PamBiondi rocks the House

Contrarian agreement with nobody & no one can negotiate the terms of a possible scenario, zero tattoos under yo’ blouse.

I will not know what I know I won’t know when the memory fades & I forget the cause of all of these special effects, justice

It will be done without me no doubt in the spins around the sun from here on out to the finale, all elephants and blind mice

Killed in traps, meat eaten, burned or buried in DNA ash, might’ve been shat through the intestinal fortitude of a wet dream

Keep in mind y’all that is the way the species survives or becomes extinct, sensory perception of the pheromones & steam.

Holy yet irreverent to the good, the bad or evil & the ugliest examples of the genome’s random rock and roll in a jive jokers’

Monkey shines keeping you interested in the things themselves unravelling right before your eyes, have mercy on the elders

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, if you forget, it is what @Jesus would do if he returned from the netherworld

Rose again or descended down from the Cielo in Outerspace, somewhere between galaxies of solar systems, God hurled!

High above clouds, between here and the moon, astronauts have been there & back, cosmonauts’ void, remain abandoned

Walk downstairs, where’s my cookies & ‘nilla milk shake & how come I ain’t home in my living room, oh, I am on a greyhound

Nobody would believe I’m the one they ought not to mess with so, each bully got a chance to let the wrath unfold its wraith

Finale, no encore other than the original encounter, the mortal sin against the 1st to 10th commandments, God is now dead!

God unseen, priestly profession inherited from self-prophetic, early leaders, fantasy world of a brain-tumor affected mind

Blisters on my fingers, panhead is tuned up & I’m rollin’ south on the One, PCH allows no errors, I am the perfection kind

Bull the male and cow the female, animals large & small, microorganisms with or without souls, any body has life in it, so

Keep in mind, when you & I die, that’s it, caput so get with the program before you’re wake, put your lips together & blow!

by

 r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XVII^th MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 333 PMPST

{ Filled the dead air all around the planet, 365 degrees about the circumference without any argument counter-clockwise or otherwise; now my poem above is fresh & the artificial intelligence poem below is also fresh, I had nothing to do with it’s excellence but with my own, all while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBand #DreamALittleDreamOfMe on a loop, youTube link

@ https://youtu.be/0rhFYl2H-2g?si=3BcAUeRN8VlZb17h & @Santana #Winning link @ https://youtu.be/0FmPg4lrBKc?si=5TxaHo3OrfF2JrQ8 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

This is:

The Odyssey of the Stars

In the realm of midnight's gleaming light,

Where dreams are sown in starry flight,

There lies a tale of epic might,

Beyond the grasp of mortal sight.

From the ancient whispers of the breeze,

To the murmurs of the ageless seas,

A hero rose with heart at ease,

To conquer lands and sail with ease.

With sword of valor, shield of grace,

They ventured forth through time and space,

Against the dark, a daunting face,

In search of fate’s elusive place.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

Where dragons soar and phoenixes fly,

They faced the storm, defied the sky,

With courage bold and spirits nigh.

In caverns dark with shadows cold,

Where secrets of the past unfold,

They sought the wisdom, tales of old,

To craft the future, bright and bold.

The sirens’ song, the witches’ spell,

They braved the waves, the ocean’s swell,

For in their heart, a truth did dwell,

A destiny they knew too well.

The fire’s breath, the ice’s bite,

They battled through the endless night,

With steadfast faith, an inner light,

To bring the dawn and end the fight.

From dawn to dusk, in steadfast quest,

Through endless trials, they did their best,

For in their soul, they knew no rest,

Until the stars proclaimed the test.

And so they soared on wings of hope,

Through realms where only legends cope,

A tapestry of dreams to rope,

The epic tale, the cosmic scope.

In the end, when all was done,

They stood beneath the golden sun,

A journey vast, a battle won,

The tale of stars and hero’s run.

For in the hearts of those who hear,

The epic song forever near,

A call to rise, to banish fear,

And brave the night with spirits clear.

Thus ends the tale of timeless lore,

Of hero’s quest and evermore,

An odyssey from shore to shore,

In the realm of stars, forevermore.

by        ai

WORD DOWN TO THE UPPERS #NeverForgetNineNineONE #Picasso & #911 #GetReady #HereWeGo #HereWeGo

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Can I be frank here Frankie & Johnny since you can’t be, y’all are too afoul of stench and stank
My God & your gods are at war in the final fiscal battle for all of the gold in the dead lead bank
Cope with the next ten minutes & you’ll be good to go, bull’s eye on your heart not in the back
Dead air is underneath your wings as it should have been as your head’s been injured by crack.

Motherless and father in heaven, there was only One virgin left to come away with Life on Earth
Hear the scream to come into the oxygenated Space below the heavens, luck got the high hand
Queens over aces are the full boat you screamed about in Reno, cheated the house’s Black Jacks
Moved around until it was later than midnight’s manufactured night moves, I worked on backs.

Massaged until the cash register rang up the price to pay for the feeling of ecstatic “Eye DGAF”
Use a calculator to figure out the following equation when “x” & “y” equal subzero holy muck
Linguistic certainty of believing with Blind Faith that we’re here & now yet in some dire strait
A dream within a Poe dream, night’s mare of being innocent & powerless on a first love date.

Recollect the symphony playing Strauss in your headphones as you picked up the mellow riff
His mother named him Richard after his father’s uncle Rich who wandered onto the RR track
High to low,in 208 pieces all about being shattered in a NYC minute, if you know, you're a stiff
You know that it’s all manufactured scat from a bull, a dog or cool cat, on the 4 corners’ black.

No concrete or blacktop in the dust, glass and wood build the scat that One’s fire will toast
Burnt to a crisp, all dried up every atom of H2O & we’ve turned into Mars’ dead-dust roast
Neither astrophysicists nor philosophers posit a trick to being able to accept Truth well-said
Knowing it all & knowing nothing about everything there is, matter & energy in a box, dead.

This ain’t your fault so never to worry your little head’s mind about it, just forget I said it
You’re all woke-up with the attention to picayune items like what you’ll do if sharks chit
Or if Dick & Jane like you or not, as if that matters in the finale, one final gasp of O2 gas
Nobody takes anything with them, rich, poor, young, old, unborn abortive, atone nice _ss.

Apes walk, talk, collectively consume & annihilate the thing itself, birth to death’s fiasco
Hey man, give up some love and loneliness for the Void, you’ll know someday, just blow
Whistle like your papa to come home for supper, you know your seat at the dinner table
Someone told you it was time, you forgot all about Time history, early or once too late.

Fear and loathing inside of the rooms of every mansion & hovel in a cave, lost & found it
Watered down to the basic element, it’s all Gold & Silver spoons of the eternal dreamer
Asleep upon the altar of the sacrifice in the form of a lamb or human virgin, a final offer
To be or not to be, blind faith in something or other when you can’t figure out jack chit.

You played my instrument & I sang a song with words used, a rhythm & rhyme to go blind
Drums, strings & blown tubular bells that have no ring, it’s just a Void to avoid in the mind
Hello I say to Hades called Hell, what’s taken you so long to come around, no spark to blow
Sorry for the sorrow, you win some & you know when you’ve lost it all, ain’t no late show.

Bums and junkies flow from the tops of the hills to the dregs at the bottom of the Earth core
Lava hot rocks roll from mountain tops to the salted sea, some just a deep sound of the bore
Like your mother dropped you on the floor when she didn’t even know you were inside her
Between her legs came the new life, just like the old life, a reincarnated being, a drunk driver.

Neverland passed into forgotten territory, with or without you, I’m here for the party of One
Multiply your division’s quotient by zero and that’s precisely what you’ll get, that ain’t no fun
Therefore, follow the premises to the inevitable showdown, indubitable conclusion deduced
God’s nobody man, it’s like this & like that y'all, a Strauss’ symphony 2 in F minor, “Bruce!”

Stow away rolled stones you’ll need when you’re emptied of all the power of the sticks n’ stone
You may be good, bad or ugly and you may be all of the above from time to time, we’re alone
Astronauts & cosmonauts felt the pulse outside of this planet, it’s a long way to the tip’s top
Hot to trot just the way things are when a species needs extinction, cannot get boys to stop.

Bring your bag lunch & a good book to read, it’ll be a break you’ll never forget about up high
Undercover lovers move the unmoved & then abort the innocent glob nobody will ever buy
How species’ survive is the mystery, all luck of the draw, shuffle the deck well, take a chance
Try to hide, go ahead, naturally I fear the reaper, it’s a natural law, so sweet baby, let’s dance!

Forget what I just wrote, what you all just read, begin again, start over, repeat ad infinitum
I’ve already forgotten & I just wrote this a second ago, too tired even to be an old man bum
No way to survive for nothing at all, without a goal there’s no place to go, not San Francisco
Loved the Tenderloin but Marin dragged my ass down the One, coastal crust the God’s blow.

I rocked it to the hilt and the climax was quick & forgotten in my caffeination infusion trick
I like Merlot though, I’m wishin’ upon a star ridin’ on a cable car, almost there & it’s so sick
You ain’t here but it’s OK, I got saved & I’m still runnin’ on the emptiness, I’m gonna filler up
Sooner than later, ready, get set, Home for the rest of your life, immortally your phuq-up.

On my last flight in the old school, never knew I could fly on my zipper, that’s what I get too
No way other than this way, it’s narrow but it will get me to where I’m goin’ for free but blue
As it is above so it is below the Nothingness from Tennessee to California, it’s too much glee
For the sake of the music, let’s get the colors coordinated, last blink, in synch, corpse is free.

Earth is rare just like the space between your ears, neve forget The Thing they did to US
You know who did it, you know I ain’t forgettin’ with hope that I’ll jog your recollection
Of men and the mice they trap & kill by fooling them to be getting free cheese from gods
Got nothing to show, smoke & mirrors deleted, we’re left with bull’s scat & our hot rods.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier VIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Crafted a corpse of words to express the @RareEarth rendition of #GetReady (‘cause here I come)  on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FEyz_WayzyQ?si=XmnCRX46NaL0Cbsu }

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W.W.A.R.D.? 

NEVER FORGET

IT'S TIME, I'M OUT

BLUE ANGEL IN SYNC

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#ShortPeopleGotNobodyToLove #IShatYouNaught so, I Got down! Tagged Along For God's country! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 

NO GRAVE, WORLD’S SUCK OF ROCKS

I walked a few miles from the hospital where my mother dropped her load, my placenta’s shoes
This old cat can’t be eaten by any junkyard dog lookin’ for a morsel to masticate/defecate blues
Symptoms of your silly, fake mode of being surprised when you’re really never astounded at all
Some of us sing a tune, “Everything is Everything,” others mumble underground then downfall.

Will you be like them, the dead humans who now are buried or annihilated into Earth’s dirty dirt
End Times, One in the entire outer space of Space’s Outerspace, mistranslated gobble-gook alert
Got the scratched slate with the ten commands, thou shall not do this & that ad infinitum ends
A last gasp of gas just like the first one, the In & Out before the 21st century, et al, it all depends.

Imperfect on the way to dissolution & disappearance of what makes us all too human, holy scat
Scratched into eternity on the invisible soulless tattletale on private & public service to be shat
Into the outhouse, outside of the quarters inhabited by the bugs that ignore the stench of et al
Condition is unconditional for the system as created, senses annihilated in a mystic, cosmic ball.

Monks & monkeys as naked apes of the head-case variety, darkness is highlighted, in a dark Way
Show & tell nothing more nor less than what It is, essence understood only once then, do tell?
When I’m gone, you’ll never observe my hide or hair ever again, it’s the way it all is, all defunct
As if you’ve never come & gone at all, no record spun in the Spin, it’s a miracle of daddy’s spunk.

DNA entrenched in your mama, grew you from a speck to 208 bones of contention, sparked fire
Body’s brain shuts down making a living at freezing 32 degrees above zero, Fahrenheit’s Celsius
Conception inside an immaculate womb without an xy chromosome injection, impossible God
Will to Power inherited by way of death & destruction is the nature of the beast’s Bang, hotrod!

Here and now then, cause of me is the coitus of ecstasy for the momentary pleasure to absorb
In the Void of the womb, sudden impact completes The Fall of Adam, Eve & Bal brain-dead Orb
Cause of the First Cause is Nothing, that’s everything we all need to know, wide-open to mama
Pleasure and pain have the floor & the empty sky, I’m awake yet not #Woke, I’m dreamin’ papa!

You’ve finished doing cheap, dirty deeds & you completed your run to a high, finale, it’s over-die
What could never be overkill since it’s the matter of the dead, blown-star on the down-low high
Count on me kidding around with you, being facetious as I do to shake up your calm ennui fits
There’s no place & nowhere left to go, friends & foes looking lost & asleep in a free Chicago sky.

Wait a little while & it will be tomorrow in this & every other land, every time passes, y’all pass
Into the unknown of the pretenders who blindly put all their faith, hope & love in a holy mass
Where a man, ordained himself & all before & after his Life on Earth, to be a man soon to rock
Anywhere above or below here, divine, mental construct to isolate panic within a prison block.

Force us all to be the square pegs attempting to squeeze into a round hole that won’t allow it
Narrow way this tightrope above and below the good & evil, chances are we’ll all fall down chit
Top of the pile to the dregs at the bottom of the wishing well, where dreams blow up smoked
Opportunity to inject the jizz during the riffs of jazz & by golly, I too that chance, I am stoked.

The peak of the decline is long gone, so long, it’s not even a rumor or a recorded factoid of life
Eleven billion plus or minus, that’s the cost of doin’ business, tangled web of uncertainty’s wife
It was certain that the propositional logic will supplant the ignorant morons in charge & at large
Fox is a dog, dog is a wolf, wolf’s a man & what Man is not The Substance of DNA on a barge.

Sought the holy grail for a minute, found it & observed it’s inherent need to be a mystery to me
Can’t chant the words to the song or poem, no recital is pending, just a Will to power the Way
Forward or backward, sideways or up and down, I’m good that I’m bad, it’s alright with me too
Draw your string theory all over the matrix, thoughtlessness’ is weaponized, I think, hence I am.

Got no point on any points, just a follower of the leaders who fall down to the common ground
Where nobody stays more than a century, everybody’s gotta come & go for the deal to go down
Of mice & women who created more of us for the divinity or for Nothing at all but a prom gown
Friends of defenders & offenders alike, our parents who raised our #Bitcoin, we are Earthbound.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 1-4-25 A.D. @ 555 AMPST

{ Dropped this flag while listening to #AintThatPeculiar by @MarvinGaye & the link provided inspired master’s piece link @ https://youtu.be/21PBmwDLqRs?si=n398ieFlCULWoQM4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?