#KebMO #CheckMate #IMissTheGoodOldDays

@nike @CaitlinClark #Kicks

TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BoysRoundHere @BlakeShelton & brothers from other mothers #ImAlright @KennyLoggins

BABY GIRL, GRANDMAMA OLD WOMAN, OH SISTER OF MINE

Oh boy, you want to know the reasons for all of the mysteries about to blow

From above and below the planet, ancient and modern tools of a golden cow

Trust and Wisdom that it’s all tentative, without guarantee that it’ll jello mold

Mankind ruptured the matrix before one misconception birth, grandfather old.

You & everyone on Earth know that I'd lie to y’all, impossible for The Truth

Victory in the end although it’s pending doom behind the reversal, it’s in the sky

I see what you see & you see what I can’t, categorical imperative below & above

Man & woman get Ape’s grace from a creator to rise into Nirvana haven cove.

Before the final gasp & set of rigor mortis, you know & I know, it’s all academic

Learned from the beginning and honored until a final resting place of ash, slick

Like you've always known, you’ll have to hunt & fish on your own, it’s a reward

For being here & now for liberty’s sake, just to see starlight shine, UFO scarred.

Bent into shape, formed out of the atomic refuse of a Big Bang, an Original Sin

Why does a creator of all mighty atoms want to blame the creation, I’d be all in

But I’m not the painter, the sculptured form of pliable clay, in the dark it’s all red

Full house to demolish a straight flush except for the royal flush ace high skid.

Mirrors shining the light of infrared and ultraviolet to materialize a hallucination

Infection of the healthy host with a virus to take over the health of the mortal sin

You know & I know, it’s a crap shoot we’re lucky to witness for a NYC minute

Here for you and the rest of y’all in or out of the union hall, a victory on a putt.

Beers and lunch for everyone who showed up to assist the strangers of a brood

Philosophical thought strong as a crusader’s revelry tales, fabricated old dude

Deserved just for makin’ it through eating & defecating, shower under waterfalls

Pinching loaves and recycling the rainwater, beer, wine & spirits, it’s Life as it is.

Ability to understand & utilize the wisdom for aid in future accidental effects' X

Think, hence be present while awake & sleep with one eye open, I don’t regret i

Eating lunch by yourself is a piece of cake if you never sup with others, my son

Needing and wanting the things not in one’s own control is the key to extinction.

I woke up and wiped the sleep out of my stigmatized eyes just in time to be born

A day my mother would recall just because of the excruciating pain, I was worn

In a strungled way, underwater for too long, the skin lost H2O in the black lights

Fabulous & fantastic events seem to arise out of smoke & mirror prize fights.

Smooth talking reminiscing about our fabulous life with fabulous skin & bone

Two of us slowed down, bottle of wine and foolin’ around under moonlight, so

No need or want to change, it’s all about being the best & most, call my i-phone

Slide into my arms, I got a winner’s cup & a trophy case, lips together, just blow!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, February 23, 2026, 1759 hours PST

{ Kicked this out the park while jammin’ to #DoubleBack @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E7flVs1y15I?si=6kz_48NUzjg3zOIQ & @ACDC  #SoulStripper link @ https://youtu.be/Sn6bfNFUSU0?si=2eUoCmikTzyUwDQe }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ApplesOfPureWisdom #ShootinCoonSmiles #LetsMoveTheParty #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne @RUSH #HITS

#WorldWormsOrignalSins

CARRION REVERSED DNA  PREDATOR RULES

I found some things that all people threw out as refuse, trash & garbage, black diamonds

For no reason at all, there’s a back story from beginning to end that sounds like mortal sins

Eating apples of wisdom & creating secret societies to hide from the Kings’ & Queens’ ruling

So, thrust your hands deep into the crevice of the slate plates, it’s an earthquaking thing.

Finding all you’ve ever wanted since the day you were born, it’s back home to the darkness

No light in a womb or light in deep space, homecoming for all & more where it came from

I know what I’ve always known, the Truth, I forgot about it and it came right back in a dream

Tears that cried out of my eyes came without a warning, no onions or sad news upstream.

All above is the same as below, on an imaginary plane, orbit a burning atomic bomb in time

Days are the spins back to nights, revolutionary orbit of the system of the ups and downs

Head count, billions more or less, if we were worms for the fishermen to high on the fjords

Aliens are merely the unfamiliar, unknown out of sensory perception & minor major chords.

Peeps through a tiny hole in a fence yields the scenes nobody cares to see for free, curtains

We all gotta go sometime, if you’re lucky nobody will require your deadly self-defense pins

Walking softly and carrying a big stick works more often than not, it’s an element of surprise

If a bully or an evil spirit from a ditch, attempts to unleash havoc, I end the intent, evil sighs.

With or without a confidence, my body grooves into the required presence, then goes caput

Power moved the objects back to their original nature, innocent and benign for all output

Standing tall, upright except for a pain stabbing in my one bad leg, it’ll be just fine, I’m high

Before we all were born, this planet existed, I believe, it’ll still be here when we croak & die.

Pills and smoke in the air to assuage the savage beast’s mental & physical perturbations

Hell’s got no muddy or dirty lining, it’s imaginary as a fear of heights, all mortality signals

Reminding us all, some forget about it & some don’t, stay awake never woke as mongrels

Walk through fire is where I draw the line, burns don’t heal, I ain’t doin’ it, punish my sins.

Nobody is somebody else or maybe it’s me or you, a nobody with no idea to draw in sand

Bonding and detachment have their uses, tools to assist the production of Love & Bliss

All of it was mine to imbibe so that’s what I did, down the hatch & out the back patch kiss

Around 360 degrees more or less, repetitive circular jerk of empty space, evidence at hand.

Laughing at the jokes while there’s still time to groove, sooner or later somebody will rise

Up or down, in and out, it’s what they told us when they didn’t know anything about it all

Time to go, tick tock on the clock or digits warping zero to nine & every digit of the free fall

As if you jumped off of a cliff because the murderers chased you without free choice lies.

On the way down, Earth becomes closer than it’s ever been since childbirth’s conception

I am using clear language that cannot be misinterpreted by the good, the bad or the ugly

Sacrosanct of the sacro-sanctions is the infraction against suicide of the inner ghost flip

An unmoved mover began the whole shebang, what’s left but the universe’s battleship.

Ringing bells to signal the things that are important to flash to the living, dead don’t care

You cannot awaken the dead no matter how loud the noise is, play it loud here and there

Finding the diamonds in the rough is the whole point, a game with rules to break or follow

Above & below, it’s One & Many things all at once, Time, Space in & out, I’m all of It, Bro!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, February XIII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #InTheGroove

{ Crafted this from the chit that’s leftover from the Big Bang, while jammin’ to #TheCompleteSTAXVoltSingles1959To1968 link @ https://youtu.be/4hINCqqUc8Q?si=tSVRh3BB9nJObyJP & @JimmyBuffett with @JesseWinchester @AlanTrousant on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8KRHtQNUDK4?si=uT39CM5xOlXIjtbU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MindYourOwnBusiness #MYOB #DoNotDisturbPeaceOnEarth

WHEN THE SUN SINKS DOWN

OVER THE WATER

CARRION KILLS FOR ALL EAGLETS & PUPS

From the bottom of my little ol' heart, there's a spark alit & if you KNOW then you know it all

In any quadrant of the 3rd dimension, there's an infinite number of points equal to infinity

All of the four separate but equal like every human being & other life forms short and tall

Whereever you've been and whenever you get the dawn getting golden exposing humanity.

I've no axe to grind, I've been head of an extinct gang of Gaydroid's existence without fear

At eight miles high above the planet Earth's north wind and too hot to handle, holy hot fire

Not only is the Truth accurate but also it's a distortion of what it is, as temptations of balls

Somebody is anybody you know or not, famous, unknown and unrecorded on cave walls.

All of y'all have known these facts of life since y'all were almost thirteen, eyes wide opened

Innocence stolen right out of nowhere, didn't even know of the guilty pleasure until I said

What in the name of the creator of heaven and Earth is goin' on with this climactic, fat head

What would you do if this happened to you?  Put yourself in my place, a letter I will send.

It says nothing you'd ever heard of, it's not a repeatable experiment, trust nobody hotrods

The other choice is don't trust anybody, trust noone alive on Earth or on a satellite in Space

Causes and effects aren't the same with the gravitational & orbital forces, invisible as gods

Never believe you'll discover the Truth when you die, you gotta find it while alive in a face.

Your cups of tea may or may not be identical, high probability the cups are of china & usa

Places in Space in the dimensional volume, visited or not, all created out of us all essay

Punks on the corners or garage clubhouses in or out of the farmland & blackboard jungle

Where babies of illegitamacy and the shrapnel of the incidental, poriferal damage bugle.

Hit the high notes and sink down fast in the quicksand B flats and F sevenths & sharp E

Up and down the scale of the Do's Re's & Me's it goes above as below, A, B, C,D,E,F,G

You can't make this scat up man, but this is the way it is, the logrhythm causes the run

Worrisome only if you forget the facts of life, that will bring you upon the doom, not fun.

Y'all give me three more steps than I've ever had before to get clear of the back door

I'm not gonna lie to you like I've lied to myself to preserve my tenative sanity, heretofor

Scared & fearing for my life & trembling like buds on a bush, big bully gave me the door

Hence, my trackless exit couldn't be followed by the best private dick, starin' down a .44.

Anyhow, all things are the way they are for some eternal reason, it's not my wheelhouse

All I have is the conscious awareness inherited by the grace of a God, the gods or Apes

Don't shoot the messenger with your arrows or bullit rounds, I'd rather cut the rug tonight

With or without Linda Lou, man, I know I said it before but well, excuse me, I need a bite.

I asked the bully if he wanted to go have some pizza or just give me 3 steps to the door

Instinctual charm that saved my life, nearly lost with no trace, confessional barroom floor

Must have had it locked in my DNA, I didn't know I coud run that fast on concrete or tar

But I believe I did the 100 yard dash in 9.4 seconds, give or take 5 tiks to my Camaro car.

The only possible way to catch my flight is that I exceed my limitation, spine, brain-mind

Dead man's curve or counter-clockwise on the track, I'm a man who cares as a 3rd kind

Close encounter with the favors I've owed from the past incarnations, all evened up now

Zero owed and zero lent, feels like FREEDOM, as God's ICBM is about to blow and glow.

The failsafe is two isolated wills to power agreeing on annhilating the civilized & astral ash

No reason to fret about this realization, it'll happen even if you totally forget about the cash

Cause has cleared the palat and now awaits recognition to repeat doom ad infinitum ala run

No escape today or tomorrow, couldn't have done it yesterday, it's a twilight zone's 6 gun.

Mean what you say, I'll know what you mean, ain't nothin' stoppin the Many from being One

Regarding the light and the darkness when it's gone behind a blue blocker, still cunning son

Knowledge and any wisdom we may glean from the raw matter & energy, life is but a dream

Messenger alogrhythm aligns Mercury with Jupiter and a drop down menu says, I Am Him!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, February 11th, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked open this egg while jammin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #ThatSmell & primavera classics on youTube link @https://youtu.be/nG0GjjakjaU?si=paHv4t4r73hgiSTD }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WastedTime @TheEagles #NoAssNoGrassNoRide @BigSmo #SurpriseSurprise #BabyIWasCominBackToGitYou #IfYouWannaComeAlongWithMe . . .

WHEN I WAS NINE,
CARL JUNG LEFT A SIGNAL

 It has been a longer time than any man or woman has ever seen since the origin
Of Time spent & Space occupied and owned 1st come 1st owned originally a sin 
Braking to a halt, the wings functioned and flew me up above the scene’s plethora 
Nowhere above or below me was anything to see, hear, touch, smell or taste to score.

Lonely roads I have walked have never been like ones I’m on right now, near all over 
It came out of nowhere & it’s headed right back to the 1st, all-star, studded gold cluster 
Insanity killin’ nothing more than the blues and rhythm function of the whole shebang 
Follow concise directions, follow the rules, know penalties for breaking the overhang.

Purple to blues, red to orange, yellow & greens the colors I won’t see the day I die too 
Unfortunately, Life’s a mystery for me until I die, until the moment of dissolution, I do 
Why have the combination to the padlock when you need a skeleton key, it’s 36-22-36 
Bones buried underneath the sand under the ocean’s heavy weight, 4/5 of the matter.

Lying is the art of persuading yourself that you’re telling the Truth, then you’ll be a fool 
Knowing nothing to begin with, knowing nothing at the end, it’s a deja vous over again 
Prisons and jails hold 208 bones but no spirits or souls that escape via gas, shock men 
Firing squads for traitors don’t deter but they eliminate the threat at hand, it’s a rule.

Super ego of the Id, listening to the R & B bumping the synapses to the Godsend freak 
No secrets or hidden, rare appearances of a lost Truth, we got the dreamer’s disease 
Never the fault of the DNA yet the blame needs to be applied, deservedly the host live 
Desire to be alive in 208 bones on Earth caused this catastrophe, A-bombs got to give. 

Barometer and signals of blinkin’ lights & bells & whistles that apply in random plays 
Like playing a slot machine, put the food & liquid into it, it will run until the last days 
You got what you gave and didn’t get what you never, ever gave, I’m a word that scares 
Never to die or multiply, it slipped through my fingers, blue on black, Big Guy upstairs.

Can’t catch a break when it’s time to pay the piper, no chance to delay the inevitable 
From the first to the last day of everyone’s life on earth, it’s a crap shoot on the table 
It’s either snake eyes, seven, eleven or another roll for the House, 50 states if being 
If it’s not one, it’s another, life of being with a large clan or all alone as a hermit thing. 

Like it for the feelings or the thoughts left behind to recall the flashback of ecstatics 
I meant to make the last word silent, but I failed the task & yelled from the Matterhorn 
If you could, you would, I can but I won’t think about the past or care about the future 
If you please, deposit yourself in my place in outer Space, flag me down y’all for sure.

Committed to the insane asylum just because I went cuckoo for hot cocoa puff lives 
Wet dream of fandango pulling up lame and flaccid, no more entry into the slipstream 
Cracks in the foundation have been mended, silently yet thoroughly as in a wet dream 
A mess of a wake-up call to the real world, never known by girlfriends nor good wives.

If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it up against me more firmly 
Or would you be offended that the truth is, you didn’t realize I’d notice & comment too 
Yet boop, there it is, commented and it’s the last thing on my mind now, it is done free 
Bottom of my heart, soul to soul, in an eternal embrace of the essence of Nirvana blue.

Bits & pieces left over after lunch, dinner, supper but never breakfast as one of us dies 
We have it all, we’ve conceived it and now it’s manifested right in front of our four eyes 
Hard to jump to a conclusion or have any blind faith in an incredible tale, unbelievable 
Oh my God, it’s the necessary & sufficient proof for the induction and deduced #Hell.

Ready to get set before you go, go, go & I mean never stop until you cross the finish line 
No other choice for you & I, we’re lucky for the chance to trip on the light fantastic sign 
It’s blinkin’ Hollywood or NYC, New York but it’s blinkin’ for certain, robbin’ all cops 
Ends in a silent hush, exhale finally gassed out of luck, diaphragm stops, heart pops. 

Bad taste in your mouth you released into mine, now I sound like you did, as above so 
Below as it had to be for eternity, destiny progresses without your will or power to blow 
The world & the Word left over to kill Time when you don’t know what else to do, hit it 
Inhale deeply or just a tiny huff, high above Earth, brain sustains a high, creek of chit. 

Try to fall into a trap that you know is a trap, yet you don’t mind being inside of It 
Joy it brings to know you’re in it to win it, allowing the ends to justify the means fit 
It’s convulsing with the whole lot of nerves inherited from the neurotic psychotics 
Bridges back to them from me, burnt down back in the day, love honkies & spicks.

Brutal truth and relentless fabrications to deceive the weak & force capitulations 
Of the mice and men who wound up being the stigma of a hobo on the backstreets 
Easy street & Broadway crossroads make the cares disappear into the ether smoke 
Listen carefully, whispers clear dead air, lying, blinded eyes stifled, snort the coke. 

Trains and jets get there faster but like the Savior of the East & West, I trek on a walk 
From my home to far, far away from it & right back to where I came from, a spell away 
A to Z, in a linguistic expression, don’t get caught with your pants down, don’t f’n balk 
Daddies & mamas all bred to know how to repeat the mission’s finale, lover fate day. 

I ain’t comin’ right back again like I always did before, this time it’ll be an extended fit 
Of being a man that’s all too human, as my ancestors were, as my descendants will be 
Epistemological metaphysics of yesterday is a reflection of today, rock it left for a pup 
Absolute absence of atoms, gas, liquid or solid, Man oh Man, can’t make this chit up.

Washing the floors makes you feel strong and free of the shackles and chains, roll it fat 
Dice bounce around on six sides to land right where I steal it all like a thief in the night 
It’s all in the die, the composition of the cube, ivory, plastic or human bone in the fight 
Snake eyes, seven or eleven, every time I roll the dice, reincarnate ends it in S#it scat.

Two of the three out five or six must come up to benefit me & my kin folk, apes in synch 
Well placed tattoo indicating mating to mommy, married to a monkey that gets around 
Rhymes & jingles keeping track of the historical hysteria, tall tales tell tomes of word 
Know nothing is true, everything’s a light and sound illusion, 1st egg needed the Bird.

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Samedhi, 31st of Janvier, at 8:08 PMPST

{ Dripped this out the cryptic crib while jammin’ to #BlueOnBlack @KennyWayneShepherdBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/v0mb0_SUx-A?si=bErMrTd0OF9WbtD3 }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?