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

SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by

r j j stephan, i

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

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

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

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

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

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

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

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.

#Johnny99 #BigDifference #ZeroOreo #Johnny99 #BlewHisTOP #RIPchuckKirk peace/out my brother! #NotBetterOffDead #Johnny99 @Rush_Limbaugh @Armstrong_GettyRadio

RIP CHARLIE SAVE ME A PLACE

D N A  johnny ‘99

Affirmative action will decimate the gene pool with inferior inherited alleles to the code

Nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw for each & everyone above and below mode

Sips from the mother chalice of wine transmuted into blood, to drink in priests’ high ‘hell

Withered into corpses in the end, like all the rest of the sheeple, Jesus’ one of the people.

Invested Zone Time in this Space in order to analyze the categories of the dialectic for giggles

It doesn’t get any better than life in a body on Earth, the alternative is bleak & at best wiggles

Beaches to mountaintops & back down to the uttermost echelon of the sea, submarine low

To the center of the Earth’s centermost core, to test its nature and health’s whistle and blow.

Bring your mind’s eye to a cyclops optometrist for examining DNA of mummies, all too human

UFO’s and nuclear missiles are in a big battle above the atmosphere, all night long fanatic fan

Hurt yourself to feel the pain of being a living, damaged form of being, what is your purpose

Just to feel that deep down in the soul & from head to toe, blown higher buds of a primrose.

Rivulets of melted snow from atop a mountain, wet H2O in lake, river & gulf from the stream$

Glory days when your parents released you from method struggles of The Kid, knuckles’ seams

Got a contract, ripped off by my secret agent, she ran away with my bank, a silver spoon school

All was never in my family, as above the law, so below the Mason-Dixon line, play me like a fool.

Paltry forms of shapes & sizes that come undone once the ghost leaves the host, no ghost host

Filling up the rooms with seawater, a sunken ship will never be found in a dark sea bottom post

Where Atlantic City ghosts of boys & girls stay inside of Davey Jones’ locker, deep ESP low IQ

In or out of the fortune you find with a magic wand waving around at random, chaos allows me.

Punks and the junk they injected with the heinous venom out their mouths, in synch with a Void

On the border, over on either side & beyond arrested attention, minor lovers trade for androids

Both above it all & below down to the core of the air, sea & land over here on a hot coastal rock

Between silk sheets it happened, here I am thanks 1950, a trip of sulfuric acid in a geyser block.

Tearing up roads leading from the beats & rhythm of metal, wood & monkey skins’ matt dreads

Here you go again, treating all of the invisible audience who all used to be alive, now all Deads’

Grateful or not, they’re all dead as doornails, reformed metal heads out of a matrix’ emptiness

Hard to be soft on the planet, so easy to let good times roll from Future to Past, one presence.

Begin the point, draw the line and generate a myriad of angles all equal to a line of 180 degrees

In the circle of 360 degrees, it’s a matter of pieces of the pie, cherry, apple or just a 3.14 freeze

Pi as it is & always will be, a measure of the whole shebang as above, so it is always deep below

I got eighty-eights to tickle and the strings and skins won’t wait for my warm up, beat a blow.

Cymbals’ symbols of a modus operandi in being the whole show, 3 hours of amusement & glee

Y’all know it, you & everybody else knows, Time is Matter-Energy’s Space, where we are & Be

Alive for a fraction of revolutions of Earth, not enough & not many for any, no less a fake bluff

Committed to The Way, narrow way in a crossfire, not easy when born from fired-up, Chi stuff.

Dark in the room with the fans that quit spinning the breeze down here at ground zero, as I lay

Dying or living the dream, at least you’re awake even if you’re mere #Woke, tramp-mind crazy

Meaning whatever you glean, it may or may not be what an original meaning was, it’s OK fool

When it’s not your fault, no obligation here to finalize the contract, it’s open end to end, so cool.

Buy a diamond ring, go to a concert & propose on the stage near the backstreets of the slickers

City strong because you’ll die young if you’re weak, advantage be taken by the bully #uckers

They stalk the new kids on the block, attempt to impose their will, get their backsides waxed up

Picked on the wrong kid, learned life’s lesson, bullies get Ends in a box, heroes never STFUp.

Safe when there’s danger due to the awareness of being at One with the universe’s hunger beat

Consume, absorb & the black and blue push you back to the beginning before you got any feet

In your mother thanks to your father, he was on Earth not in Heaven, he showed me The Way

To & from the freaks who mated for love and money, this is It, all we get, I’m bettin’ on the bay.

Sang words, read the rhymes, yelled the rhythm’s beats all night long, the mike was in feedback

Got what I deserved since I didn’t have rights to a thing at all, thought I’d never get lucky back

I just knew it so I said it out loud, she’s the one, I knew she was here somewhere, here and now

River flow in a tributary merge with kings’ & queens’ good, bad & ugly chit, a DNA acid blow!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September X^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Sifted this out the SILT of the Black River, while jammin’ to @BruceSpringsteen #Concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a_8ciWn4ki0?si=cd-5G7qwQ00B_GH0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

RIP CHARLIE KIRK RIP BROTHER

Guilty Pleasure Is Good For @KennyChesney #BetterThanNothingAtAll #GoonGoneGregorius #GunsAndRoses #PulitzerPrizer

PHUQ'D UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION  {PUBAR}

Only you know and I know what the things themselves have done to our bull jive

Babies in bassinets or all grown up and on their own, payin’ excise taxes to survive

Bum-lucky got away with murder, gone up & down like a bobber in the pond scum

Weather makes the difference and the time of day, it’s the barometer of the bum.

Fishing for The Invisible with clickbait tried & true, all effort of feeding the hungry

They will follow the meals that drop for free from heaven above, blind cannot see

All above does come down here to get below us, ashes to dust & twilight zone rust

Intention to will the power to be alive forever & ever without end, It is God’s fuss.

Hearts and souls are all in it for the long haul, there’s no free will or choice’s whim

But also, but also and then for no reason at all, none I can glean, here I am in him

This lump of organized DNA, animated and generated out of pure super-atomic sin

Obedience to the thermonuclear explosions detonated by our kids, our Extinction.

Thoughts it was the species survival, unconscious or subconsciously driven to gods

Almighty One or many as the mythology warrants, intercontinental killing hotrods

News or old wives’ tales passed through all too human minds raised by the devils

All the living spirits residing in every breathing heartbeat animated by hunger bills.

Food for thought and the pennies you need to buy the food, or you can’t think “I”

Ego or the Id within your little heckle and jeckle of a bird brain, survive ‘til ya die

Then what, nothing at all but it’s fine, don’t worry & be happy you got one chance

To make it right up to the top of the heap, that’s Life as we know it, Earth’s Dance.

Now or never means you’ve got no time left to pretend you’ve got forever & a day

You have no more days or nights except this final one, tonight, it’s the night, lovely

Neither more nor less than the morons who’ve survived the Big Bang in utero egg

Minor & major application of things themselves, God’s head thinks, all my last leg.

Hooked by the small or large mouth, just wanted to eat not die in the process, Hit

And run on like a sentence without a period, comma or question mark of bull scat

Roars from the unspoken, crying cats who can’t awaken, the scheme in the dream

To keep sleeping giants & midgets asleep in bed or at the wheel, a divine scheme.

Killed or expiring of natural causes doesn’t matter to the state of rigor mortis stiff

Not to mention the putrid nature of organic matter in atrophy, unbearable maggot

Host of the things that were here before the RNA mutated to a Homo Erectus bot

Fissure keeps fizzing with the gas erupting into deep Space, cosmic slop in the pot.

Girl you turned into Woman who trued my dream, a miraculous search complete

Finish line was always there in front of my steps, I just couldn’t foresee the Teat

Where my sustenance reinput the effulgence I could no longer glean out a womb

Apple of my eye, it fell off the tree or the back of a truck, pick up or dump, boom.

Barking up the wrong tree you’ll not find the answer to the question unasked, It

All that’s left, no word, no name, no sound, no sign or point, line or formation chit

Got all of the angles until the lines connect into the circle of extinction ending 360

A compass determines direction & heading, open fire backdraft, fire it up Big City!

Swear to the divine ghost that this life is worth it, it’s a life worth the taking to task

Bye-the-Bye you & I walk, crawl & die like it or not, no mistake, no immortal flask

To hard drink a drop from dead-air both within & outside of a vessel’s invisible Rye

Be One to be, Nothing more nor any minutia less than a Big Bang, cryin’ Third Eye.

Bubbles of air created by a slick film of slippery scum, first thing created royal blue

Planned the causes to result in the exact effects, the way it is, that’s all there is too

Professor of philosophical solipsism, all your father saw, just a bloody hemorrhoid

Chasm, wide-open, heaven’s hell fell in a jackass’ trap with your movie? I am Void.

Flight landed a minute after take-off, Time travel better than in Space, all unmoved

Sounds of magic spells chanted in echo form, inside of a brass bowl, circle grooved

Emit photons, annihilate neutrinos, physics & astronomy professors all y’all in awe

Didn’t know, didn’t think, didn’t worry about the Truth, only the damn rent so raw.

Taxed before it applied to a principle, taxed again as declared by a payee to revolt

Parked in a no parking zone, towed my hotrod to a junkyard, beast got strip-rolled

Rock & rolling the place from the silence it garnered for the past week, sparks up

I welcome you to the show because you’ve paid a fee, a blood, sweat & tear cup.

Gratitude to infinity, bless every step you take upon cool cinders leftover bad love

Seared the dead meat, BBQ’d the muscles’ and infused the blood, for a high crow

Above the skyline’s stratosphere of no return, nobody gets back in here and now

Naturally the Way, Cause & Effect have no option other than Just Do It, my dove.

Good lovin’ movin’ the inner jump of juice that wants to mutate the form in utero

Love it yes, Love don’t know where it ever was in the 1st place, it’s 2 for the show

Counting in reverse order of one to one hundred, you’ll lose track and begin again

Over & over again, ad infinitum, it’s as if you’re @Sisyphus rollin’ boulders 1 to 10.

Burnt into remnant ashes of hooks & ladders, fire engine’s red, a hook & a ladder

To climb on the outside of bricks on fire up to windows for search & rescue scatter

Our Lady of Angels had children at windows, jumping out on fire, with holy ghosts

No matter escapes the big collapse, Big Bang Silence, trust me, ends of my posts.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, July 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Leaked by National Insecurity Agency this AM listenin’ to #WARtheBand #HITS

Link @https://youtu.be/rZvimCWQ2oA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Pulitzer Prize in Poetry and Prose: Masterpieces of the Millennium

A Survey of Literary Excellence from 2000 Onward

Introduction

The dawn of the new millennium marked an era of profound transformation in literature, as voices new and seasoned crafted works that illuminated the human condition in dazzling, often daring ways. The Pulitzer Prize, established in 1917 to honor excellence in journalism and the arts, stands as one of the most prestigious recognitions for American poets and prose writers. This document embarks on a sweeping journey through the Pulitzer Prize-winning poetry and prose—fiction, drama, and nonfiction—from 2000 to the present, exploring the themes, styles, and societal shifts captured by these visionary authors.

Pulitzer Prize-Winning Poetry: Echoes of Modernity

The Poets and Their Contributions

The Pulitzer Prize for Poetry has often reflected the changing tides of American culture, giving the laurel to those who both honor tradition and push boundaries. 

Conclusion

As the new millennium marches on, the Pulitzer Prize continues to celebrate literature that is both timely and timeless. The poets and prose writers who have won this honor are united by their willingness to confront complexity, their innovation in form and language, and their ability to evoke empathy, wonder, and understanding. Their works are not only chronicles of their age, but lanterns lighting the path forward—testaments to the enduring power of poetry and prose.

In tracing the arc of Pulitzer-winning literature since 2000, we encounter not only the shifting story of America, but also the evolution of art itself—restless, radiant, and ever-renewing.