#WhatItIs @TherTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WaitingOnASunnyDay @Springsteen WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHINE #SonOfAGun #PistolaWhipolito #Skynyrd #ZZTop #RIP @DILBERT

RIP  @DILBERT

 { Scott_Adams }

1 MORE CHANCE, ON 1-11
TIE back PULITZER HANDS OF TIME

Which pain in the rear are you referring to?  Me?   You jumped the shark, enjoy the hot ride

There’s a low-grade hill ahead and after that last climb, you’ll have to return to the ice glide

Mama and papa had no idea that the love they made created this globule of temptation’s fit

To be or not to be inside the beautiful as it should be, it’s always that way, no eating, no s#it!

Bits and pieces of the honey emitted from the bee’s hive, stung repaid for the pain, rejoice it!

Leaving Earth now, takin’ off 8 miles high with no gravity, it ain’t holdin’ me down in the pit

I have a hall pass, I move about from here to there without restriction, I can’t sleep as a shill

Back and forth with the hands of Time, this Space between my ear’s aches but it’s so grateful.

Bottoms up for my father & mother had the trick down pat, was easy as pie to make me crack

Great tricks made from ’51, here & now, stopped Time, on my Watch, I’ll pour the Jack Black

Slammin’ Tennessee whiskey down the gullet as if there was no tomorrow, it’s a super roast

Where’s my other half? She was right here a minute ago, she’s gone but left me a holy ghost.

Grim as tomorrow will be when I can’t wake up or start all over, a twilight zone of one godson

Follow the bouncing balls, it’s a rhythm and rhyme that moves the tiny baby’s ghost, can’t run

Bringing every atom you’ve gleaned since your conception, protons & neutrons, now go play

Excited electrons shocking the ghost’s soul into a death spiral into the Singularity’s star array.

Watch behind your blind spot, it’s right there & it will be the last thing on your mind, as above

It is that way below the full universal particulars & it’s the same way above the fray, in a dove

Flight from rest to the hilt of the four-leaf clovers, everywhere Earth’s dirt sets, it’s luck of Irish

Spring soap or whiskey from a green isle, turned me into all that I am, head of a snake & fish.

Here’s the real & unreal mixed up into a ball of confusion, living eternally in species extinction

My enemies and friends merge into the gravitational collapse, it makes no sense, All skin is sin

You kiddin’ us? We’re surviving for nothing? Heaven above or hell below? You idiot savants!

One last try, I gasp, a final pull of air, hold it in as if underwater, eyes wide open, it’s nonsense.

You’re alive then you’re dead, can’t sleep at night thinkin’ that this is all there is for all of us

All the holy folks, men & women full of blind faith to fix their fear of death & dying for a sign

Bleeding out five pints of bloody rivers inside the capillaries & burst aorta, lights die, he sighs

Creeping and crawling to stay out of sight, forgot about being invisible to all too human eyes.

Spirit is more than what’s in the bottles of mash and hops, shooting stars, dying blown lights

Time and Space made this here, right now it’s animated but it will be gratefully dead & gone

In a New York Minute or a flash in the pan, it’s frying and cooking the hard to be skin-so-soft

Avon lady moved the bath water in circles to spread the skin slicker from head to toe’s bone.

Don’t drink and eat constantly or you’ll be a lard-arse full of refused electrons, all fast times

Bottles & relief pitchers carrying the water for you, we can’t drink in polluted springs & ponds

On this middle path, you can see on the right & the left, they’re all dying like flies on the grid

Know nothing, prove nothing, see everything as a mystery solved, now you know, I’m The Kid.

Watch Time pass in Space, me & you blown away by the passage of momentous occasions

Which require us to be but never not to be at one with the second of birth and death sins

Mothers and fathers cannot determine the gender of the offspring but it’s not a big deal

What is more important than survival of the most fit? Nothing at all and now let’s get real.

Spirits dank & drunk up the sober & solid men who feared Death, fearless exposure to Ends

Rocks roll soft after obliteration, dust in the wind for the purpose of discussion’s self-defense

Every holy man and holy woman I’ve never met will also die like the evil, we’re all too human

Effects are happening constantly, they have a perennial creator, It precedes mom’s existence.

As above when astronauts have flown too high to be connected to the historical culture of us

So below we follow that precedence, a vacuum of atomless anti-matter quarks on a magic bus

Mills of a substance which precedes Existence itself are full of the cannoli filling, divine munch

Last gasp before you deny that everything is Nothing, I told you so, chocolate drippin’ punks.

Era before the future is right this moment, history happening without being recognized as Life

It’s all aliens from another galaxy search for while traveling Time & Space as we know it, strife

No need to eat the living things that die when we kill them, above the ground, Godson all US

One form of life isn’t well connected to a work of art machine, origin to extinction, Divine bus.

I built my orphaned form from a scratch, gleaned the gods’ good, bad & naturally ugly brood

Nothing is out of the content, atoms and anti-matter finalize the argument, deduce, conclude

Why speak to be understood when nobody cares what you say, a thing to make my heart sing

Truth, Justice & the original sin’s way, commandments to behave & reciprocate the kind thing.

Never say never but I do all the time, then it’s the time for the proper response, it’s all Never

Forever remembered what can’t be forgotten, heroes that saves the Life we enjoy, god is dead

All above & below y’all work the Yin & Yang into a froth, a tizzy to be dealt a final, losing hand

A blow, take It or not, you’ll feel It when It comes, kiss my data points, bloody all, too human.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, Janvier XIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out this scat flambe of critical thinking and pretzel logic in a few hours this AM since I didn’t complete my mission yesterday, need & want remain one & the same, JUMP!  Jammed to @John_Mellencamp LIVE ON YOU #MTVunplugged on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iupFC0WAvHs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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

#IfICouldTurnBackTheHandsOfTime #RespectYourself #Cream @PRINCE

ROCK YOURSELF TO SLEEP,

WE’VE GOT THIS BOYS & GONE GIRLS

You knew that you were just too busy bein’ fabulous like the @Eagles sang for my swag

Walks in the moonlight, a bottle of wine & maybe some foolin’ around down by the river

Your place was the finest arc of the covenant left behind on the Green Water under stilts

So, being fabulous was a signal, significant yet modified beyond recognition, to the hilt.

Common knowledge and higher knowledge of zero wisdom, hello and goodbye for now

Love fell apart and I know what to do with my heart, locked up in whiskey bars, just blow

Worldwide from the origin to the final destination, I need to know you’re all gonna stay

Home or all alone, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m just bein’ magnanimous to you all day.

All alone & much too much company all day long, y’all always run out of time for crime

If y’all are the judge and the jury then I am indeed guilty of the crime, I will do the Time

Minimum sentence please because I can’t handle being locked up into a locked Space

I didn’t ask to come down here but I’ve been here before, dream in a dream’s pretty face.

Bizarre as the most unlikely scenario might be concocted by the most annoying spirits

Each & every one of them disembodied & searching dirt & mud for ghosts blown to bits

Sons of the daughters who bore the babies of men they loved enough to be too intimate

On or backstage all of the acting is paused, only empty vessels swingin’ & spinnin’ bait.

Paid by the hour, the week, the month or by contractual sum, grace of God in utero too

But matter and energy from above and below the web of the world, all is Scooby-Doo

For me & for you, all there is between the ears, inside of the skull’s brain matter, a fool

Lucky to have become at one for a moment or two, desire for 100 + years bein’ a tool.

Suffering is sharp pain of losing satisfaction & the pleasure of feeling good deep inside

Gods formed the stones’ arrangement in the land of Nowhere Especial, a winner stride

Carelessness in a fast company kept to your rear & sides, you’re headed nowhere, but if

In no time at all, you’ll get to the place it all winds up, no road is beyond the Pacific cliff.

Leaving you on a corner all alone was a mistake, I apologize for my innocent, hot creature

Now & then in my mind’s eye, it looks like it’s never too light but I blink & into it I disappear

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair near a fireplace’s candle-lit electric, eclectic batteries of blues

Beating the rhythm as I felt your skin, saw your face, kissed your lips, so Life was not a ruse.

Days and nights without knowing this Truth were wasted in the Void, yet necessary evil scat

Sufficient to teach lessons of eternity to the innocent and wild on the backstreet of E street

Drunk on moonshine but I’m not drivin’ the rocket ship to hum of a 23rd psalm, bible-speak

I’m driving & smoking up Interstate 505 to utopia, arriving on Highway 1 soon, hippy freak.

If you think you’ve been on a long road, check out the invisible pathway with wrong & right

All too humane, as opposed to being an immoral, unethical lump of flesh & bone black light

Loaded on propaganda our ancestors left for ahistorical, bloody wisdom, I say, “Let’s roll!”

Whatever you say if you disagree, you’re excluded from the revolution post-mortem patrol.

Allow your windows to remain open to the breeze or the vagrants looking for a safe refuge

Creation at random caused the water and oil, bacteria and mankind’s cultural 3rd stooge

Somebody is smiling and so happy about the way things are and how they’ll always crave

Fourth way to change the momentum, no miracles can avert the final will to power, a grave.

It will appear brutal to the innocent, whether beautiful or ugly, nothing to be certain about

Playin’ riffs on the instrument of twang, strings steel or nylon, hollow dreams of a boy scout

Cap is off the toothpaste again, I did it since I live alone, nobody to blame for the deed I did

Lookin’ to hook up with someone to blame, nice teeth, nice smile, reflect image pyramid.

Heaven help us or don’t bother trying to paint a big picture that wasn’t here at the #Screw

Out of pocket and in the nick of time, paid for the entry into the Eagle’s Live concert venue

Step up & step out in style, beyond the Time of curfew, when the cops hunt the mob I’m in

Undocumented but I hide-out on vacation at the top of a scat-chain, a penthouse denizen.

Torture brings the Will to Bleed the Secret Plan behind civilization of humanity, dance slow

It will pass quickly if you sleep a third of the time, you will blink and it’ll be gone, just bow

Low or at least a head nod, bowing the gaze, eyes connect again, lost the beat once again

It’ll come back around for you, can’t lose this man who used to be a moron, I am your fan.

Deny the Truth, it’ll burn your bridges down to the rocks and water of the river runnin’ thru

All grown up in solid business skills, as usual, made all righteous & good in the deep woods

Hopping around like I had ants in my pants until I found out that was indeed what was all in

Over & out, Roger that & chill out, relax, here & now is what you get, apes phuqin’ up Eden.

A bite off of the Bitcoin leaves crumbs for the innocent and the wild on E Street, near Philly

Comin’ from south Jersey, we know the reason for the season, tears from heaven’s tiny city

Almost not there but just squeaked in under the six-gun, a .38 or .44 could have been Colt

Or @SmithAndWesson but either way, fire in the side arms will end the battle, as she wrote.

Bad company in the good and ugly space between your ears, skull-full of gibberish anyway

This right here is a revolting development resulting from not paying attention to the holy fray

Subjects & objectives of the predication are too late to save the Earth’s mortality, too cool

All you’ve heard & repeated ad infinitum, every silent tone’s sound is dead air in a scat pool.

Time to come and go as we please but we’re shackled by our closed minds’ stupid garbage

Baby born to this planet in the blood & guts of the mothers of Earthbound souls underage

Leave the game as a winner, never a loser who wasted precious time in divine commotion

As below your feet’s bloody mud, water or hard rock, as above a Singularity of mortal sin.

Hot as a fired pistol of six rounds or the womb of a shotgun marriage out of Eden’s garden

Bit off a bite of an apple to squelch rumors about me smokin’ Ganje cigars, BBQing chicken

And cattle or pigs from the frozen tundra icebox of the Mother, she lets us eat ourselves too

Mastication bloating edification & defecation far downwind from wild, olfactory sensations.

Y’all I am not guilty, I’m innocent of the crime & I’m tearin’ up this stolen car, riding all dirty

Crying or laughing at a hundred years old ain’t so bad if you’re still upright, layin’ it on down

I danced down 7th street and got to the party late, I looked around for a spell, she left early

Down at the shore, I got the chapel door’s handle in my hand, I couldn’t pull it open, clown!

Faithful to my need to bleed or the want to show off my prowess at twisting indecent words

Into remarkable pretzel logic featured here & now & then, every day passes into its 365 spin

Reverse whirling against the orbital trajectory and spherical velocity of the wobble, my kin

Fathers and mothers long gone, left this scat to analyze, unknown Zen, tweets of love birds.

Bring your spitballs to the gunfight, nobody will know what hit them in the eyeballs, splat It

Kissed on a cheek or lips, didn’t know your name but opted into innocence’s stolen valor bit

No coins for me, nothing is real just like the things that appear to be something, steal a kiss

Worth the effort, power comes whether you like to give it or not, stolen love can’t miss bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 4 Janvier MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while twerking to @Springsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/de2ZttHNdCM?si=0PiuIYpuxUvcZJui }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?