#WhichWayIsUp #ItsLikeThat & #ThatsTheWayItIs #RunDMC

WORD UP YOURS

Breakin’ it all down to the brass tacks which don’t stand a chance with needle nose pliers

Ruling out nobody in any world, no planet in any solar system, known or unknown as an “X”

Schism within an inner circle of decision-makers, Earth-animators of folks, places & things

Settle for nothing but the Truth without the help of gods or divine intervention of holy Zeus.

Bone matter unburied & analyzed for anthropology departments of state & private colleges

Gods do not ever return to the planet Earth since they’ve never been here to begin with, so

All of the theoretical extrapolation leaves naked apes, some beautiful & others not so much

Higher than a deep root of grass growing wherever it uses photosynthesis on the down low.

Defying gravity with strength to multiply cells’ reproduction & a flow of chlorophyl up/down

Putting words in my mouth as animals other than humans do eat grasslands Man smokes

Saw the light, blind eyes still can’t focus without squinting to distort the astigmatic blokes

On my face, it appears that I need spectacles, indeed I do & they’re here next to my iPhone.

Big or tiny, all hot dots are periods & we’re lucky to see them, identify them & use them too

Hurry your own self along the timeline from this recent Past through Presence’s Future goo

Cosmic as above, so it is below, ask anyone who died & was either buried or cremated ash

Impressed easily by rational use of propositional logic to secure Morse code, dot dot dash.

Through the tiny bullseye of the target at a hundred fifty-five yards, skilled Marxman ex-GI

Not just Joe but Jimmy & Ronnie & Chuckie & Sonny, all used to move, now they’d just die

Eyes wide open except when asleep, then only one eye stays open & awake, ready to go

Free choice allows avoidance of disappointment & faithlessness in paradise’s glory hole.

I walked and I ran until I couldn’t move any more then it was just a matter of time, I’d go

Above the ground to below it, I’m sure everyone hated to see me go forever, I’m so certain

No doubt my billion bucks had nothing to do with my happiness, I fell in love with my soul

Knowledge of this awareness is the penultimate achievement of searching for loathing sin.

Blisters on the backside of both of my feet, soft and slow like a porch swing in the shade

Singing & writing about the nature of the beast within and without me, sprayin’ hot @Raid

All I done did was beg for another expression of treble & bass of the deep, down in the sea

Imagine nothing more than a naked woman, a dream come true for you, for me it’s reality.

Goons and duplicitous idiots a7 morons, there but for the grace of God go, me myself & I

We all act simultaneously in Jazz and Progressive Rock, Blues junk in the trunk, empty sky

It yanks the spirit from the seat of your consciousness with no replacement for herb scones

Bones and blood from microscopic strands of acid, hatch the egg roe and bury holy bones.

Yelled loud enough to echo in a wide-open space, I lost my vision and audio to the stardust

No signature on the masterpiece but there’s a god’s chance someone like me let it go bust

Ashes sorted out the gold from the silt in the pan, a river full of it mixed in the water and fire

Breathing it all in & blowing it all out, ad infinitum staying dry lungs, clear of a funeral pyre.

Berries in bushes, apples and oranges on trees beckoning the attention I’ve sported in Ny

The fix is in and nobody knows it except for me, no sense telling anyone for any reason at all

No need to know exactly which method I’m using for this invention of boredom, big mouth

All before you & I were conceived, a river wasn’t a thought, yet it flowed a la north to south.

Born in mud, blood & barroom floor beer but it was better than miscarrying an aborted Man

Words creating the entire world and left in the hands of only God knows what, maybe squat

Light and the dark move the yin and yang both ways, clockwise and reverse of the Time Out

On the brink of betting on the Word Up, all in with all I have, supernatural spell fixed a bout.

An uppercut and a right cross before the knock-out punch to the solar plexus, it killed him

Dead to you & me, dead to the entire world because it was a dream that had a sweet finale

Reincarnate or wake-up call from being in a coma, wanted precedence over free will skin

Doubt remains moot, stop the air, stop the revolution, the holy revolution will now begin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, January VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero back in 1950, now it has the light of day, drafted while jammin’ to @Steppenwulf #BornToBeWild (my first LP album back in 1968) }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AlexanderTheGreat & @Aristotle  #RidingDirtyInMuddyWater

#ShotsOfWhiskeyNeverEndingEternally #StillChasinYou #ChasinMeToo @MorganWallenGreatistHits2026 #HappyNewYearMMXXVI #DropTheDamnBawl

DROP THE BALL BABY SON,
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT

Beer pressed against our lips, whiskey shots for the babies in bassinets and cribs all asleep

Cripple Creek flowin’ at 2 AM, it’s just a quiet void makin’ Nothing’s hole-flow of the groove

I was just asleep and dreamin’ in my waterbed, took a gummy to find the dreams I approve

Nothing special about the events, they begin and end as usual, I’m the s#it all hope to reap.

Girls listen up, teenagers, middle agers, old babes’ wrinkled, over-kissed two lips of the god

One that fills the Void with invisibility of critical theories, category of substance too platonic

Breathe deeply above & below the grounds of being, RNA coded DNA self-destruct schtick

Cause is 1st not 2nd or 3rd but indeed, Absolute Effect’s imploding explosion to smithereens.

Know the wise men and women who have the cajónes & empty wombs created this History

First origin before anything blew up, pristine & neutral, out of gear without an unholy query

Dropped the tailgate for us, come out of the cab & have some Negro Modelo, sun dress off

Naturally, I’m the one that gets benefits from the benefactor, I’m the only One left to cough.

Blind belief in the unthinkable and unknowable, inexpressible without hope to fine the Truth

It’s empty as the whole shebang that spins and rolls along the ecliptic, forever & then some

You and I assume the premises as we’re programmed as a cyber fix for a species extinction

Hang up your hopes and dreams, let them collapse into the Singularity, back to original sin.

Obey nobody, obey no regulated behavior, obey no laws that omit venial and mortal blows

To whom it may concern, comprehend the gist of the kiss welcoming the sperm that flows

As the protozoans leave their wasted tracks embedded in the trees’ grassland smoke & fire

Pulled in the air, held it in longer than Life allows, huff, blow, choke, cough, straits are dire.

Nobody’s gonna get hurt while living the life of the good, bad & ugly, a naturally sweet screw

Smoked replacements got fired up in a jiffy, flammable after a beatdown, shots of fire spew

Greater than zero and less than infinity, Time and Space full of mass fully embedded souls

Every single One of a Many animate God’s petri dishes of viral bacteria, The End, I’m Boss!

Deliver all of it, Nothing but Something and it appears you’re a modern genius, all full of It

One professional or naïve, amateur animation of the 208 bones we’ve gleaned, that’s it, Life

As it’s always been, so it will always be, an immortal’s trip on light’s miracle of a blown star

Energy and Mass in a trajectory to the Void origin, joker is the Big Guy speeding way too far.

Gimme a buck shot and a beer boilermaker, belly up to the bar, I’m flush, I’m inebriated, so

Ready to pass out in a mud ditch, behind a Ferrari steering when doin’ 165 in a 40 MPH zone

She too was wrapped around my core, against an oak tree, I was pinned in a Chevy Camaro

Loaned wheels from brothers of others’ mothers, 32 teeth knocked out my face, lips blow.

Now and then, you stop a moment to renew the power lost by work and play, eat and drink

To be mighty or just to make it through the nightmares and dreams I can’t smell yet it stank

Too bad to be good, day after the rigor mortis, there’s no sign of super-ego or Id, no my dear

My way on a 49 highway, reconnoitered by The Cause, found it drunk on blood lust & in fear.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, January 1^st, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted ‘round 2 AM while jammin’ to @KipMoore #SomethinBoutATruck on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=lXZhA_RAI4itjqNW }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@PAINLESS_TATTOO

#FigmentedImagination #BabyWhat'dISayAnyways #witchcraft #Gog & #Magog

IT’S ALL SPINNING TIME & SPACE,

THINK WITCHCRAFT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE

All a Gog is where it’s been for generations of subatomic particle fusion & you got me?

That dry dream you had last night was the dream that faded to black for the last screed

The wrap of the film is in the can, absorbing the immersion of the hope-dream of a blog

All or most of the little bits that are leftovers from the Big Bang return to the Alpha cog.

Area is the full length of the empty form times the width of the flip side of the empty form

Pretend you know it all, as your teachers trained you that way, hook up a squirmin’ worm

Full of all scat whipped up from cream of the crop, y’all seem full of its aggressive entities

Miss Takes has it all under control, nothing escapes the idiots & morons full of hot CBDs.

I know where you’re comin’ from, same time and place I’m from, the neighborhood of God

Everything single atom conglomerated into a voice of Empty-Void denizens, a red, hot bod

Complexity of the memory before your conception is the history of the animals’ blood guts

From absolutely nothing but a sheer ghost, sounds and sights suck into your bloody buts.

Kicked the mule in the head just like the idiot and moron got kicked by random intercourse

Phraseology begins with subjective objections, cliche predication to summon a cool nurse

Together or separated at the original breath of whirling, speed of the revolving door kills me

First your toe, then your foot and your whole leg up to your hips cut off like a slice of salami.

Woke up, the dream faded to a recollection I can’t recall, senseless memory in utero holes

Why did the parents need to copulate? They were forced like ants & bees, RNA coded souls

High or low, above or below the things themselves, forms and matter fused into a low dose

Of glee and destitute hopelessness, nothing is unknown, I know it all, everything is A Rose.

Saved or not, once corpus dillecti sinks into the 208 bones, the corpse returns to the Voids

Imagine the reality of going around in circles, revolving around a torrid, burning God of boys

Allowed the screams of childbirth to become immersed in clothes of silk & wool, all my son

Foothills walked up & down The Hill, a highway #49 north or south of a holier Mason-Dixon.

Brimming to the rim to the point of overflowing the effulgence into infinity, wide-open space

Dead or alive, behind bars or in a metal tube can, underground or knife-slashed, happy face

Realm of divinity out of touch, out of reach, out of a rational mind, Nothingness’ divine dye

Blackness absorbed into dust between tiny bytes of golden fleece, the lead turns blue sky.

Big Bang is a Silent Gasp in retrospect, Unknown is all about the rigor mortis’ leftover deal

Happy or not on Earth or in Heaven or Hell, either way as it was, it will be with no return cell

Real or artificial things are mental disorders of the pretentious fodder, gulp don’t swallow it

A bit of sugar helps the medicine go down, all doses to die for, like it or not, doomed to S#it.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XXVI^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 707 AMPST

{  Reality & Illusion merge to produce Space between Reality & Illusion, what you are & what you’ll be, first to final gasp of gas, Nothing but God, open funk’s junk in the trunk generated via screamin’ groans, licked boots I walked inside of, deep scat, all me, I AM, @stephan. Jacked this little ditty up while jammin’ to @Elvis #HITS nobody heard on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q7Z1SMP3z74?si=ABr8wGtpy5MW_IZ1  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ElviS

sTRANGER things?

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

HER TONGUE DOES WHAT IT DOES WHEN SHE CHOOSES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

r j j stephan, i 

c.  December XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini  1010 PMPST

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

@CharlesBrown

Eagles vs Bears

LEAN ON ME EVE

I’LL CARRY YOU TO THE BYE & BYE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

rjjstephan, i

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

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?