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Only you know and I know what the deal has been since Day One, come on now

We've been programmed to accept the deal or go to prison, eventually it'll be so

Nothing but karma has anything to do with it, baby's are born innocent, not guilty

Nobody can disagree with that notion of innocence and if they might, I'm still free.

Free of the guilt of strangers, related by DNA or not, unacceptable divine size

Hear me out before you pray to God you're innocent of Adam & Eve apple pies

Full backs and the linebackers take up all of the oxygen in the room, games free

Football season begins with a kick, a catch, a run, a tackle, 1st down, FB or TD.

Be hip as the next guy if you just keep your pie hole shut & watch the games back

Some fair-weather & some not, hard-core lovers of the colors, some silver & black

Some red & gold, navy blue, white & orange, all flavors of sherbert havin' all of it

Thousands of dollars in team SWAG, extra walkin' $$ for the players, all in debt.

How many times since 1951 can you say you watched an entire superbowl?  None

I always watch the commercials though, plus there were no superbowls in the 50's

WTH are you talkin' about, you're slingin' has to the wrong dog, queenie & king

For me to know & for you to find out, I'm trippin' hard remembering my streaking.

Needs and wants are out of range in the domain, it's the calculus of the geometry

Or trigonometric philosophy of the soul & mind behind the invisible iron curtain

Pinnacle of the epitome of perfection that never, ever existed anywhere else at all

What I am is what I am, in spite of a less likely case that I am not all that skeletel.

Inside of the mask, underneath the buckskin over your skull, there's sawdust ion

Made to appear as an anomoly, to generate fear of the unknown, now a #SpotOn

Scanned magnetic image resonance just like the story was told, expect Nothing

Something from nothing leaves nothing as well, it's an indisputable face Thing.

Knowledge powering the display of Wisdom in a solid pollution of intelligence

Super, supra or sub-intelligence, all and none of the above in every case's sense

Mirror the myth into another mirror ad infinitum until the size is unrecognizable

Zero for Zorro and one for Zeus' minions, wives, sons, daughters & bastardmen.

As in the beginning of your & my first heartbeat, before the heart formed as one

There was a Time then, before conception of you & I, a long time ago, God's son

It's spiritual soul stuff that isn't Matter & Energy neither, rubber soul stretched

Into this matrix across the dimensions, immerssed into the dressing I've fetched.

Admire and like it a lot, it will increase the volume of the vibe until you're full

Of it or happy with the fabulous current load already metabolizing into the toll

What is owed and paid to the Plethora to remunerate the opportunity's head zap

Every breath I take & every move I make, why you are on my brain's skullcap.

Don't blame me man, you're on your own, alone yet not in the way, all my way

Let me be and do what you like, right next to me or out of sight, make it so I pay

For everything, all expenses paid by me, I worked & earned it to transfer charity

What a man in the mood, heart beats, bleeds & in the end, a brain turns to dust.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 9-12-2026 AD @ 1010 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to some @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=GP-rpLA2MIklhH8b}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BackToTheGoodOlDays

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FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For nothing

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize blacklight blinds, know nobody steps into a river twice, lazy river bend.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO

#WhiskeyForMyMen & #BeerForMyHorses @SucksToBeNobody #CatchMeInMadagascar #DownSouthJukin' @Skynyrd @Madonna

FIREMEN, Y’all

FIRED up For mystic pizzapie

Pizza pie, no killing anything on Earth to eat & defecate anymore, eaters extinct

Investments in futures have become the disastrous facts of life’s putrid instinct

To live forever isn’t a possible state of being; everything & everyone is temporal

Like the employees who work for wages without benefits, we’re here for the ball.

Breaking bread with the ones who got you to the brink of extinction, that’s amore

To the ends of life, original sins were just a sperm & egg merger, a holy game door

Now, for Buddha, Krishna & Jesus’ job to forsake, Ends justify Means, a supernova

You won’t see it, but you’ll believe it when you’ve got no more IQ mind, Casanova.

Beer and whiskey for the horses we rode from Kansas City to Sacramento, it’s time

To settle down by the river near the gold mines in Coloma, we can moonshine fine

Pizza to die for, music to move the 208 bones in a frenzy, lookin’ for all three steps

Toward the door when you’re unable to see beyond the fist comin’ up on me lips.

Alternatively, there’s no sense in living without a purpose, suckin’ air for nothing

Keeping the eyes on the prize, even if you’re blind as a bat without spectacles on

Being at one with the facts of life & your own history, that’s tantamount to a ring

Remind us all, whichever finger gets surrounded by heavy metal, I’m already gone.

Coming home in a hand basket or ‘nam body bag, either way, I’ll return to the RNA

Morphing 208 bones into cosmic dust, Pete, Paulo & Marie, who had a little lamb

Black fleece as black as stardust mud hiding the diamond in the rough of pizza-pie

Cards and your shoes shuffle in disorder & off-beat, you win some on a white lie.

Dorks and dingbats manufactured for the blame, all idiots aren’t responsible, et al

When you are at One, you’ll know it, multiplicity is The Big Bang’s legacy, we bawl

Then we must help the innocent & wild as they shuffle off to Augusta Blvd beast

From downtown to a boardwalk uptown in the suburbs, anyway, but the far East.

Monkeys trip to pay music, they like to bang & keep beats, player of chrome dome

Wood or metal, stretched skins, beating and swishing for the cows to come home

Bumping around the perimeter, nobody can see with a human perception, an end

Metabolize black-light blinds, blacklisted, nobody enters the same river twice, send.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May 22nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Requiem For a Lightweight Poet, drafted this while jammin’ to @MichaelJackson HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/XhV3iyLPBr8?si=bF4F41AvMoVDbn4l } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

PABLO PICASSO's "the girl"

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation

In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right

Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin

Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea

Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me

Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone

Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space

I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face

Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend

Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet

Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die

Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing

All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff

Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff

Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop

Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool

Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample

Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell

Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic

Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick

You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now

Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth

UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith

Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane

Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead

Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead

All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below

Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus

Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us

But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason

Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me

It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free

Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk

They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me

Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea

If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene

Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

#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.

SR-72 MARCHING PAST THE IDES OF MARCH - ET TU BRUTE? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, @PabloPicasso #StoneBlueRockNRoll #BBKing #SlowHand #Devadip #Springsteen #ZZTop @Santana

BLACK LIGHTS’ DARKNESS 

Now and then, you’ll be honored by a pass from being the food on the table to the elevated bread-winner
You know who is and who ain’t the one to depend on as it comes down to the bottom-line image sputter
Only the privileged and honored know what it’s like when it’s time to kill for food or die being another meal
For the good, the bad & the ugly, it’s all we’ve got, I am one, not above the fray, below the sewer’s gold seal.

Wonder silently or aloud, you’re lucky to have gotten a single huff of this air the gods smelled before The End
Tried your best, all good enough for a hundred-year run, a bit more or less, you’ll know when you know I offend
Just because you thought you were so pretty, so smart, hotter than the hottest potato on the block’s sack of grit
Run the dozens, oh so outrageous, let me digress to the tube of you, I’ll run stax-o-wax up on the in-country DMZ.

Guns with rounds of bullets goin’ from steel to blood and bone, battle battalions of disagreements who lost it
Last breath comin’ out of the many dead men, we hear them all breathe in and breathe out, black belts spilt
Journey to the stars with rock and roll guitars, I liked to rock inside and out before the rocks turned harder, so
I’m the original OG rock, not the Kid Rock; nobody is The Kid, carry the load on your back until it breaks in two.

Fight less than the losers who lie down with dogs; they want goats, they want the shepherds to double back
Like the old ZZ Top song, y’all gotta double back again, ad infinitum, unless you want to get lost in a haystack
Beating the timing, that’s everything, 5150 always pretended to be, illegitimate children, good enough to eat
Appetites come and go, there’s no telling why, it’s the nature of the beast, all fun & games, let me be. treat.

Blacks and whites painting the picture, no color from purple ultraviolet to infrared low wavelength, it’s 5150
Again, place in Time is around the center of your conscious ego; it’s going to break your stride in a salty sea
God’s blessing, I, something is coming you’ll see for the sake of the schemers & dreamers underneath the pit
Nearly set on fire, Ohio Blue Tips in a box, ready to burn Chicago down again, west side to south side’s chit.

Artistic one year and dissolved like salt in water the next century, millennia forward or backward, death mode
It’s so hot, you can’t handle it all in your hands, nowhere in your presence may you ever touch the heat’s burn
Violated Law of Cause & Effect & Thermodynamics will precede the extinction of all living species here, so soon
Categorical displacement of Substance & Form that molecular structures formulate in dot-dashed Morse code.

Games with rules, everything else is broken outside of the games, either you play by play, or you are all caput
Feeling head to toe, health & the lack of it, periodically to heal before the next damage seeks to find an input
All is a deep well behind a vaulted, lead door without a lock or key; it opens only if magic thus spake, says me
Clocks created to tick away Time’s Presence, as quickly as possible, recover dead souls among us that can’t be.

Updated the outdated, fresh out of time, no air left for any of us to gasp, don’t smoke, don’t inhale cosmic dust
Down the well with me, where the light disappears from your holy body you’ll never survive without the iron rust
League balls, pitched, caught, hit, thrown out of the game before the 1st inning was at the bottom, I am an ex-con
Convicted of a crime I never committed, I took a fall for my brothers & sisters, I saved them from evil bogeymen.

On or off the border with the oceans of wet gas, H2O in empty Space surrounded and infused, Hades’ apple cider
Satiated one bite after the other, metabolizing the protein and enhancing condiments to highlight the scent of her
Cooking in a kitchen or at a BBQ spit, it all comes down to this: we grow, kill it and eat it before being rear-ended
That’s life, and in between we fill it full of fun & anti-climactic bull scat, disguised as an a priori Truth; I’m offended.

Punishment for the crimes will be recompense for the loss of the victims’ personal space, dwindling by tick tock
An eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth are the recommended measures of Karma meted out by the muck and mire
Thrown up death that can’t be digested in the excretory manner, think it out to the ultimate penultimate in a crock
Slippery slope disguised to persuade the Good & the Bad, that the Ugly is the stoker of the hottest sparks of Fire.

Dissolving like the witch in the Wizard of Oz, it’s all about the water, and if you can’t manage the Truth, dive deeper
Fly the flags to warn all that approach, if you want to die, y’all shake up the hive a bit; it’ll make your entire day, sir
You actually don’t know what you believe you know, no way you can prove that anything at all is true, and I doubt it
Seen, heard, smelled, touched, tasted & absorbed into a soul, that’s Life, it’s what people say, it is done, complete.

by

r j j stephan, i

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

c. Mercredi, 3-25-2026 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

WHO’S THAT CHICK?

{ SQUISHED out of my #cyberloins gone amok while jammin’ to @Santana #WavesOfTheSpirit  Latino Blues Rock Guitar (spiritual sunset) link on YouTube @ https://youtu.be/EdHCv4X8ME8?si=O937kFKFQHaPZkoX }