DAMN BABE, THAT WAS A COLD ONE! @EricChurch #EnterTheDragon @BruceLee #Sensai

BLOODS' DNA RECONNOITERED, CRYPTS' PLETHORA

Freedom appears to be liberty hidden from tyranny, a woman’s right to execute an abortion

Last gasp of hot wind that gets past our lips is all we can hope for, man, life lives to shorten

I’m drooling at the plethora beginning on a trip to drink @Hamms & @Schlitz brew smells

Boys will be boys, and it gives you guts to do chit you’d never do runnin’ & ringin’ bells.

Your people on the block knew who you were, idiot, but you didn’t read Dostoevsky yet

Much later in life than 15 years old, but at least by the time you turned 75, all above It all

Singing about lost love because you had to move away from obedience to another Will

Power the species which directs another’s will by hook or crook; it’s a blessing roadkill,

Put some change into the juke box and play some Brooks & Dunn to set souls free

Out of the blue and into the black, above the skies of grey, there’s nothing at all to see

Yet you think that there’s an afterlife somewhere outside of your body & mind in error

No fault meant by the reality of the way things are and the First Cause of Being failure.

Hard foul on the court, penalty and fines become the one and only thing that’s solid chit

There are some young and some old people alive on the planet who have no idea what’s up

I got lucky a few nights in my teenage years, and I had five or six kids in Chicago, all far away

I was no bright, young, Catholic boy, a C-minus student at best, before I joined the VN War.

Why couldn’t we have been friends like every other stranger we ran into? All meant to be

Whether this is the life of each one of us & then it’s all over for everyone, no Valhalla above

Or that this Life is a testing place for the angel wings we’ve never used, didn’t need to fly

We had planes and jets with fossil fuel to move around in Time & Space, until y’all just die.

Buried bones and ashes cast asunder for the love of might and the minions who follow a fight

No need to call out the sound of the Word, it is what it’s always been & what it’ll always be

Just a step in the sequence of origin to destination, as an X rocket ship mirrors our solo flight

Friends or not, we’re the same mud, blood, sweat and tears from the motherlode, queen bee.

With due diligence and the care you’d give to your own true self, if you only knew who “It Is”

Dance quick or slow with or without the sound of the Word, it’s a Way of being out of the jizz

Again, my parents paid for a solid twelve years of parochial assimilation to the liturgical creep

Comin’ before you were at the age of reason to object to the misanthropic cornucopian deep.

Bring a knife to a gunfight if you don’t mind not surviving past the holy bullet hole or cut/slice

From the enemy of the heroes we call brothers-in-arms, they’re comin’ for the children of ICE

Beer brewed for our inebriation, not to mention the spirits of the fruit of the loom, slo gin fizz

In a dream, within a dream, ad infinitum, so empty as a zero, that you believe in Zeus & Osiris.

Bright light, kill the lights, smooth road, broken asphalt & bones, it’s night and day you hotrod

Believe what you know is true, if you don’t know it, then don’t believe it, a sceptic, oh my God

Nobody teaches the things they don’t know about, knowledge sought after, nobody teaches it

Heart & soul, inside, nay outside, as you were, so above, as below, God blocking our starlight.

Meaning nothing by the tone of voice I allow to escape my throat, it’s loud yet clear as a bell

Subjects and objects predicated just to watch the miracle unfold, saying what you mean, Hell

And meaning what you say when you say it, sing it or shout it out, as long as it’s the WORD

Tone and length of the note stretched into the mating ritual with the notation of the absurd.

Inside the cold turkey, there’s some hot giblet gravy, but nobody knows until the bird’s cut up

It all comes down to the brass tacks used at the very beginning of the coup d’ete in the big top

You know the Truth, you will die, but you can’t guess when, which day or night of the futures

We all knew it was denied, occult knowledge, a wise move to remain insanity’s membrane.

Olden or good ol’ days become the memory of the dead & gone, living survivors deaf & dumb

It’s not their fault, they wouldn’t be capable of accepting any responsibility for the obligation

To the humanity or the inhumanity, the spirits in the sky salute you, those about to rock some

From reflective sunlight, a shining black sea, coast to coast with fire engine blare, a mortal sin.

To bet your life on your uncertainty that you’ll be a spirit alive after your corpse is burnt up

Or even if it’s infused with formaldehyde or wet chicken feathers, like a philosopher in a cage

Smaller than what you & I are able to see with the eyesight 20/20 more or less, turn the page

It’s all over except you don’t know it yet, Future’s a sax blowin’, you’re in a deep fake outrage.

In the middle of the raging river current, you tried to backstroke upstream, all high on hopes

All's above and below the phony show under the covers of reality, accept or be the prison dopes

Bloody 7Up water drained into a sewer hole, blew my mind, God’s too, a defecation of the dead

That’s all cosmic slop of legend, WORD can’t describe the actual, thing itself, God’s in duh bed.

by

r j j stephan, i

  ( sorry, daddio )

c. Mercredi, June XVII^th, MCMLXXII Anno Domini @ 00:01 AMPST

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

GOD in HEAVEN

WORD UP @KORN #StopYoureKillinMe! @PabloPicasso { inspired } #OnlyYouKnowLikeIKnow #DelaneyAndBonney

TIME & MATTER = FORMS

Careless in the presence of broken halos, form to see what ghosts must love, to rescue you

Knowing fear is near to my vest that I have buttoned up and down from my dressed sky-blue

All too human apes in the jungle, a continental neighborhood invokes survival as a species

Divinity sorrow & happiness depend on this Truth, shadowbox God, He’s ahead of his skis.

Hear-say is all we can repeat, the alternative is stone silence forever, without forgiveness lies

That a king in charge has the power to create or destroy creation at will, it is a Power on high

One or more up to the one past infinity, burned into consciousness, recall what never was

Dreamscape of Eternity looks just like the one you see & live within, but I will to re-awaken.

Dead and dying in the blaze of the sunlight, star of gas burns as if there’s no tomorrow, too

There ain’t if it quits the burn, fortune makes the life of gas a crapshoot, nobody knows it all

Somebody knows more than they're saying out loud; it’s got to be only special and epic times

Then two words will be loud and easy to hear & learn what it means to be Woman or Man.

Other than you got lucky or your karma is negative & you’re workin’ it off of your mind’s soul

Love you more than I hate myself, it’s the reason why I’m still here & now, not lost anymore

You found me in a swamp, or was it in a blue sea swimmin’ about lookin’ at freedom’s door

Launched and I can’t see in the dark, so I just keep movin’ never stoppin’ until a black hole.

Comprehend the meaning of your specific life & then life in general, you’ll understand it all

Why there’s air and water, heavy air when oxygen & hydrogen force molecular mix in a ball

All of it’s the way it is because that was the intent of the Will to power behind the façade

Without regrets, let it all hang out from the hiding places where bogey men hide a blade.

Enough of the this and that given to me for free, I didn’t deserve it, didn’t want it, yet I’m me

Still not doin’ what the others want me to do, I don’t need the help, shame on the Holy See

Known at all times in Space, we’re transitory, not immortal & we’ll die like all the rest, OMG

I say a ghost is in the machine, it’s will to be done, dream’s over, woke up, you disappeared.

I told you to go pound sand, and you should have listened to my instructions. I’ll tell no lie

You would have been happy to be alive & thriving on the islands of your choice, a mainland

Perfection itself, an abstraction of Rock & Roll, I lectured y’all minions who consume sand

Not literally, figuratively of course, spits it out as if it’s in there anyway, I ain’t the one, I’m fly.

To deport or not is a conundrum, where will the destination be, the moon? The Moon? Yes

No or maybe so, it’s ipso facto the same thing on a different day, think millions of miles afar

Billions of light-years ahead & behind us right here and now, where we sit upon fake thrones

As kings and queens, barons, traders, and thieves, all take a part in the melee of 208 bones.

Only you know like I know, that once you find out the Truth about the nature of things, well

It’s impossible to forget the Truth once one knows it; to share it with others is verboten too

Not that they wouldn’t listen, the Truth is, absolute Truth will set you free forever while alive

Dead friends know the Truth as you do, I warned a dead man not to jackknife off a high dive.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Thursday June 11^th 2026 Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PMPST

{ Drafted as young prey, created as old hunter of prey, while jammin’ to the frequency of GOD on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/live/rrY6Nm7jiQQ?si=TtcZOGMkED4cL53a }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Poet & A Young Girl Picasso

#CHECKyourself #Santana #Winwood #Satriani #Church YOU GOIN'? #KennyWayneShephard #KidROCK #ACDC LIVE at Donnegan #HELLSbells

DIVINE LOVE, NEON APPLE, ORIGIN OF SYNCHRONICITY

Chronic and/or acute knee bone pain turns into back pain due to the crouch & lean too 
For the sake of the leaders and followers, the ultra-matrix relieves the pressure of two 
One man and one woman held responsible for the woes, the wailing & drops of tears 
All for one and one for all, like the three musketeers, body, mind & spirit, all my fears.

Ladies and gentlemen who are barbarians with shaves & haircuts, attention please? 
In the original sin, this bite of one apple caused the whole shebang to turn into atrophies 
Impossible dreams morphed into the reality of every Tom, Dick & Harry, whoever it did 
Anything with anybody who told a story after we died or after everything’s cold and dead.

Mindful of the music always droning on in the background to divert your attention, arrest it 
If these space-age tools of the trade were available hundreds of years ago, read the script 
It states that all lives, all thrive on this plane of existence, a magical Disney World ride 
Art alive and in the end, a reflection of what used to be alive and well, takin’ it all in stride.

In confusion, with deprogramming, all human wisdom morphed into an empty set, a void 
Coming in loud and clear in a two or three-octave, organic rush of air through holes I avoid 
Near or far from the place in Space you & I call home, there is what Love leftover in a pie 
Coconuts and peanuts, Cracker Jacks and ice cream bars need my two lips, ain’t gonna lie.

Follow what disappeared before you were born, to the place in Space to see The One’s face 
Bar none, everything is all this & that, like Nothing you’ve ever seen, prepared to be orphans 
Think now is the Time, Life’s game’s rules are dialed into harmony and intense expectations 
Out of Earth’s graveyards, each hole’s holy, no resurrection at all, all’s gone without a trace.

Just because all matter and all energy is the totality of the expression of everything, it’s sad 
That means there’s no creator playing games with the rules of Life and Death, War & Peace 
It’s been a ruse of illusions, believed as if the Truth were the words expressing the horrid lie 
Judging without tools of examination isn’t a bright choice, yet done to be hung up on high. 

Mirror image of how you look in the reflection on the lake when it’s unmoved mover’s all in 
Only a portrait of a painting of an artist on hold, waiting to be connected to one spirit skin 
Still art with color pigment illuminated by excited gas emissions at light speed, so comical 
Pandemics or epidemics matter a bit but not much, Nature’s way of meddling with free will.

On the flip side of the argument, it’s the only rational conclusion that allows total harmony 
Hair of the dog grows until it dies of fear and loathing in-house or near out-house odoriferous 
Balls in the baskets, in the goals, with the pucks and footballs in the end zone of easy money 
Herd mentality is inherited & is inherently dangerous to the free spirit who has a lotta nerve.

Maybe nobody can achieve total illumination while in 208 bones of all too human fame, so 
What do you know about that? Truth be told, I lied when I thought I was takin’ the low blow 
Punchin’ a Truth doesn’t fly when you get the shaft from the trusted ones, and so it goes on 
To bitter ends where nobody gets out alive, all about the juke box’s sad songs, we’re singing.

As if I had a heart and a soul like the minions before and after me, I’m all there is left of me 
A voice in the form of typed alphabet in conceptual analysis of the matter at hand, survival 
Neither the first nor the last to come to the bitter end of the line & see Nothing to be free of 
As you were above the clouds, so you were below the ground of being, buried a white dove.

Bones calcify, blood coagulates, soul & conscious mind disappear into thin air, defecation 
Stay upwind; downwind is the sewer of defecation; on the other hand, this is a mortal sin 
What happens if you disobey the law of the creator of a universe? I’ll defecate fly’s screws 
No way out, there’s no sorrow for the defecation of Never-Neverland, Adam & Eve’s blues.

Thoughts reflect the feelings past the thing itself, becoming something from nothing at all
An amazing miracle of the state of being divine and able to descend to humane eternity
Cars speed faster than the speed of light, per second, per second, fast and furiously fall
Down to the bottom of the pit of Hades, in the mindfulness of abandonment, alone, Me.

 

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, June 8^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this out of the stanzas of the divine while listenin’ to @BrooksAndDunne & @MorganWallen  #NeonMoon on youTube in a loop link @https://youtu.be/UHn1S_mWZFE?si=deoNjv-OdllBre46 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

NOW, YOU TELL ME...

YOU WANT A NICKELBACK!

SCHEMATICS OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT Y.O.U. @TheMonkees

GIGS COME & daGO

In the first instance, my main focus is an intent to remain happy

Through all thick & thin of the fiascos presenting ass to pappy

When I woke up from the dream, I inherited from Adam & Eve

Cryin' in a deep sleep, pinch hit a blue moon's GD MF reprieve.

I'd created a 3D weapon on my printer, and I fooled my dad, too

He thought it was real & got unhinged at the sight of its miscue

Once, the truth was exposed, the relief for the Father of damn it

Somewhere between the eyes & a solar plexus, all gods dream it.

Inferior nasal conchae are indispensable to pick up a subtle scent

Of fresh scat upwind from the downwind draft, yet I still indent

Paragraphs for the silliloquies to become immersed in muck-mire

Everywhere up, down, in and out for the good of the whack wire.

Nevermore to recall the innocence of being alive in a baby's body

Out of each one of our hands at first, we'll be responsible, no fear

Mother's womb emptiness fills in less than a year, hell breaks loose

Dream over, Life emits positive or negative vibes to play the blues.

Woe to you & me, nothing I can forget at all, that it happened, et al

Beer, wine, rye whiskey for a celebration that gets drunk, bad call

Mind is not wasted if thinking & implementing survival of doubt

Philosophy and science of the mind, step up & down, go in & out.

So, a moment you are asleep, then awake, repeat ad infinitum, etc

Why is the question.  You know it, I know it, we all know it, it's RA

Above the Space surrounding every piece of matter, rock or paper

It's a plethora of grounded pepper so fine, it's invisible to a reaper.

Hounds are released daily on every continent, grief raises surprises

That which nobody can fathom, that's normal to divinity's disguises

If a holiday is anything but another day, I'm surprised, deaf & dumb

By sunlight, taillight, headlight or divine light, eBook of sea sccum.

Bright as atoms splitting nuclei in outer space, it's a cosmic-lit tier

Ends begin with eyes wide open, to see how Nothing matters a bit

While living in 208 bones' material form, survival is the only way

To come and go in health, love & faith that this isn't one last day.

Broad strokes on the painting's work of the artist, mixing 3 atoms

Liquid to solid, afore it all turns a museum into cosmic dust tomes

Knowing what I don't know, now I know why I don't know it all, so

Easy come, easy go, you win some & lose some, it's a blow below.

Question authority's certainty, answers with uncertainty too, oh well

Being here is better than never being here at all, I think, hence I am

All there is, subatomic to macroscopic, cosmic totality of OM, bam

Crystals in utero, post-mortem essence, it is what it is, I kiss & tell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 5th, MMXXVI Anno Domini at 0700 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ Dragged out of my bones, kicking & screaming about my new Collection of Poetry, "Signal/Body  Ghosted Chimera" & I believe that my quest is complete, I'm gonna go to @Disneyland but first I'm gonna watch some @RollingStones in concert link @ https://youtu.be/Bx1y21UbBGg?si=voiM-gg3lKD-2W-j }

#theRollingSTONES

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

 

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

 LINK BELOW:

GHOSTED CHIMERA

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STEPPENWOLF IN SUBURBIA

AKA NOW, HOW DO YOU DO?

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

Bills to pay only because the collector found your corner pitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

War and what comes between hot, fiery turbulence of enemies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matter and the forms taken in random fashion, mixed divinity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wisdom lies fallow in the disappearing coastal red dirt & rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry and transforming matter into the good & bad moves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep in dark caves of emptiness, beyond your wild imagination

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

Similar to the moment before your parents' climaxing embrace

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

Some poetry in motion runs into forces that absorb power

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

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

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

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

That’s wisdom."  - unknown ai

I searched for God
in collapsing stars—

Carol Ann asked
if I remembered
to eat.

Or:

The void kept calling.

Carol Ann answered
the phone first.

 The cosmos may be eclectically odd—

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

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

I DO

The stars burned out
on schedule.

Empires vanished
right on time.

Signals drifted
past their source
and kept going.

Then you looked at me—

small kitchen light,
hands trembling slightly—

and said:

“I do.”

The universe
never sounded larger.

NO, THANK 'ME' LATER! YOU CAN'T FICTIONALIZE THIS CHIT, MON! @MichaelJackson #BubblesTheChimp #KRACKED

 

CAROL & I ARE GOING TO MONTEREY AD INFINITUM

I broke my halo out at the shore, near Monterey’s Big Sur, Jesus Christ is all gone 
All answers were posited by the guessers who knew nothing, and then they died 
So, we all get the same old chances; if they get any chance at all, it’s up to a one 
On the feet & healthy, strong legs that take the weight, there’s a maximum load. 

I won’t know anything the day I die, & to save some time, already don’t know it 
Flow hot to keep it cool, it’ll seize if you cause friction to be present in your ID 
Gods know nothing more nor less than the minions do, confused, false superego 
Bar fights are over before they start, where I hunt for things that come to blow.

Beginning at the end and leaving the middle to stay at rest in the vacuum, on air 
Where you say what you think & we all agree or disagree with the evil, live stare 
Halls and markets are empty, everything’s broken beyond repair, you know it all 
What becomes of our natural longing for longevity, existence is a chimera ghost.

Victims and the hunters need and want one another, boredom’s ennui last stand 
In front of the fear & behind the malfunction, it’s all that you are, one free Will 
Be an accident of lust of man & woman, it’s the same as a planned day 1 family 
It’s still a murder of crows whether you like it or not; it’s not my call, what’ll be. 

It will be foretelling the story as if it is a means to the Way, Truth about a Pitch 
Never repeat the operation twice, or it’ll go on a roll & it’ll never stop the itch 
Homeless encampments have rats and trash from the many minions of ape ilk 
Education of the young orphans and mistreated children on 5150 parents’ milk.

It may not get better than this, but for certain, it could be worse; it’s been said 
Only you and I know the meaning of life, get hungry, work to eat, or you’re dead 
Not to cast aspersions and blame on the innocent & wild-eyed boys led by nuns 
Fear & loathing of all the above leaves Nothing out, over & done without reruns. 

Heard the herd approaching from the rumble of the ground, vibration warning 
Out of the way of the stampede is not only a good idea, but it’s about surviving 
Even if you hate your place in Space, you still don’t want to stop breathing, et al 
If you go too soon, you’ll return ad infinitum, just do the thing you do, play Ball!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Broke this out of the twilight zone while jammin’ to @ACDC’s #SoulStripper on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4?si=xAhobZMRMtoiBTj3 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?