#MagicNirvana @Madonna #LaFlaca #UsefulIdiots & #DescendanceOfMorons #PRESENCE @LedZeppelin #BabySteps

ssOpened up Eyesss

Shaking hands with nobody but your friends and foes, that’s all of it, the whole shebang

There’s no kidding us any more with children’s golden book sagas about my sucker slang

High Vikings, queens, hobo paupers & mentally challenged, disturbed & out of synch souls

Notwithstanding the mainstream of rivers runnin’ north & south unto north & south poles.

Singing the rhymes keeping the words warm and misunderstood is the whole point, see

There’s a misnomer and a point to be made that’s pointless yet what always needs to be

Breathe in & out, get a helping hand & give the help you can give when needed, word up

To the sky and all around this Earth ball of mud, blood & beer, soul empty divine phu-qup.

Lent all of my capital out to the paupers who went bankrupt or died being worn out at work

Business on any given day, any old shift that gives you at least eight hours of a shut-eye perk

Events are the things that happen planned or unplanned, something to talk about to a friend

Having dialogue is all too human intersection of thoughts & becoming known fates, the end.

No more nor less than the squeaks and whistles bellowing out of the pie-holes of the squirts

Invisible sperm merged with an egg and now can’t call it quits, pretend to be immortal forts

Hog-tied up in the mind or the body, both make you crazy to break free of shackles, it hurts

Both the body & the mind to succumb to slavery is unnatural, it’s liberty for me or the death.

Done gone since dawn, hiding in the cave’s darkness in the furthermost place to feel the fall

Down to the bottom of the pit, just a last trip and tumble to that place in Space, God’s hall

Heaven or Valhalla in a mind or outside the stratosphere in one form or another, near or far

If it’s the Truth that’s all she wrote but the writing was burnt in fire or forgotten in a bell jar.

Ennui comes and goes depending on the food you eat or if you’re starving, it appears to be

Just that appearance but in reality, it’s all just a series of reflections that nobody else can see

Except you & me, we’re the only ones anointed with the wonderful ability to detect bull scat

The meter usually registers the facts or fiction within a moment of hearing to this and that.

Let down your hair & I can take it from there, that’s what she said that he said, he proposed

Pulled out a diamond ring, grabbed the fine little tarsals & slipped the circle on the ring one

Happiness used to be a ham sandwich until I saw the magic I produced in the eyes well done

Hammer to the last pound, the pedal’s to the metal, heavy down & dirty, Hell below’s closed.

Ain’t any competition in the realm of Earth’s continental territory, all weather pole to pole

As above, ignorant as your own origin, loving mother and father the climax of a ghost soul

Unseen sight, yet moving an unmoved mover, every animated presence can dig a gold mine

It is what it is though, that’s yet another story, prehistoric guessing, logic requires a mind.

Check your perfection at the door along with your precognition, it is not allowed to be

Not here, not over there or anywhere else in the world we know as continental Earth

Injecting venom from a friendly snake isn’t going to hurt as bad as waves on the bow

Yet, Truth be told, nobody knows why humans ever existed in the past or here & now.

Intent is to reach the target without regard to Time in Space, that’s the trick to master

Magic isn’t the way, it’s a sleight of hand and deception of a mind’s three dotted eyes

On the narrow way to Nirvana, splashed around in the gas of the air, wind & blue sea

I took the joke seriously once I joined basic training to be retrained in orders & policy.

Tigers, panthers, leopards, lions, cougars & lynx keep the Earth clear of dead meat ilk

Birds of prey also get the leftovers they can absorb most of what the teats leak, milk

Small or large, the job gets done in time for the infant to survive to be an elder chief

One with wisdom to know the good, bad & ugly is one & the same thing, a hieroglyph.

I’m not kiddin’, chumps & geniuses surround me ‘bout every time I go to a rock concert

I can’t tell the difference since I’m one of them, don’t know if chit’s stronger than dirt

Chit itself is both a subject and an object or predication, part of the dissertation PhD

On the dead-end street at the end of the one-way crisscross, we played 4 corners “#It”.

Under streetlights on one of my dark, Chicago dead-end streets & my pa whistled Dixie

Home for the end of the battles of the war undeclared, never be the same again, Basic

Ripped my hair out of my skull, shaved off my invisible beard, slashed my skin bloody

All for the sake of my country, I gave an oath to support & defend, allowing abuse too.

To me or against me but never about the perpetrator who began the fight, until now

I can tell you that there’s an answer to all questions, but responses may be down low

Time out for the bad children who’ve grown up to be the idiots & morons before y’all

Every move you make & all places you go, remember well, you will die, y’all will fall.

Bring the flights home, surround the heroes with deadly arms to preserve their heat

Fraud and exposing it to the light of day is paramount in the search for high anxiety

It is found on every trail to every goal, cheating and lying to get the jump on winning

Losing is not an option, winning is the only option, your mothers died mortal sinning.

Ceiling and floor above and below the four walls surrounding your 208 bones, you die

Without leaving a Will to Power for your gods and demons who rob your neurons’ lie

Help isn’t coming sooner or later, in fact, you’ll never receive a twit of assistance at all

Like the day Eve had Adam duped into the apple byte, it’s all God, damned wonderful!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, April VIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Critical mass reached a moment ago, finished while jammin’ to @Santana #LaFlaca in a loop on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiSFAaOJUnw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RhumbaMan @MavisStaples #RhumbaGirl #PhiladelphiaFreedom

GOLD ATOMS WADIN’ IN H 2 0

Not so full as the whole shebang, in fact, empty of it all but I’m here for the party too

High as above Earth’s atmosphere and as low as the inner core of the middle of Earth

Flies winging it from leaf to leaf, gold and silver collected in the rock form, love so blue

Heart’s broke, I am as ignorant as I was at conception and birth, death in store for you.

Rolling from the mountaintop to the foundation of the inner core of stardust, holy hell

As if you didn’t know, pretend that you’re naïve and don’t know better, ring-ring a bell

Double Eagles don’t fly, they’re in the bank with the #QuantumFund, you and I are we

Meaning nothing more nor less than dissolution of everything, plunge into a holy city.

Color-blinded into the black and white, everything faded to silver & black, like a Raider

In Vegas or the Bay, either way there’s no way to win it all, never, not now and not ever

Supreme courts and their inferior pretenders declare freedom is slavery & reverse achoo

Nothing to sneeze at, it’s a humdinger and nobody ever sees it comin’ drivin’ the screw.

All wings on the right and left of a high-flying Eagle bird from a nest to rest, a flip-off to all

Funds not registered and can’t do business investing in increasing something from nothing

Beef is the dead meat, chicken is the dead fowl and water is the leaking gas of Outerspace

Knowledge is important and impossible, it takes forever to discover you’re only your Face.

Your name, your life from birth to death, your history before & after you died, that’s all gone

Gone beyond anywhere you’ve ever heard of, so you wouldn’t grasp the intricate conundrum

Fade into a black hole Singularity, nobody gets out alive, Freedom’s all about being up in hell

Miscreants and the followers of foreign language texts, sticks and stones mighty shock shell.

Herds move to and fro, followers of the head leader of the pack, followed by death and dirt

Graves or ash dumps for the corpus dillecti full of seeds of extinction & survival of the hurts

Coming around the corner, up the back hill or just like a ton of bricks out of every nowhere

Gone like you never had one moment to spare, faded to black-backed voidness, over there.

Can’t buy thrills once they’ve depleted their inner sanctum storage of magic potions of GA

Magicians with magic words & potions of mixed up matter and energy knots, say: Sha Na Na

To be alive, to exist breathing and recycling matter, as we’ve gone for eons, that’s survival too

Only the strong and very fortunate can lay claim to success, I think, hence, I am nobody’s fool.

Goofy dog, I’m all me, caught that redheaded honey, sweet as sugar beets on mama’s table

Where it all comes from is an ephemeral mystery, a dream come true, like it or not, I’m able

Prepare to be It, as you’ve been trained to avoid the termination of your living thing to be

Can’t rise above a deception perception of blind men & women who see It, Nothing’s free.

A shoe box with a humming sound, lights emitting burnt waves of the tides’ psyche

A triple hit on your brain reverberates inside your bones and sinews on a motor bike

Lie back in your sissy seat, go faster than a speeding bullet through a dead portal slick

You & I can’t go back and forth between life and death, somebody can, ghosts’ tac-tic.

Junk got into tiny veins & arteries of retro-evolved lumps of fecal matter, nuclear war

Dreaming of fools I relate to, being a fool myself, once I wake up, it’s Hell way too far

Never knew that a sharp knife could end the dream with a slice, choice cut and a stab

In the movement, plunge to resistance, down to the bone, twist, turn & remove scab.

It’s what it is regardless of your opinion which may be right or wrong, it is what it is, fool

Light of the sun inside of the wires & walls where the plugs commiserate with the hole

Dehumanize the children who grow up into the philosophers who join the military’s #Aps

Cause of your #LMH1 plant Forty Two, carry your mama inside her own womb, God claps.

Prick up your ears, you will die either today or some day in the future, the past is a chimera

A LMH-1 is a load of Italian bread out of the oven, aloft in gravitational collapse of Yogi Bear

Angels in the outfield comin’ in and out of the portals, peace is silence, Title A drone droppers

Red Rover Atomic Powered Missile, ready to die or not, you will terminate, mothers’ phuqrz.

Here’s a drone, there’s a drone, everywhere a drone-drone, a dimension in your head space

Silence is appropriate for the Space-Time slot you’ve tripped into today, you slappin’ my face

High and mighty, free time is missing to you, it’s all bought & sold by the aliens’ who’re at one

With all atoms in the solar system, galaxy & universe of Nothingness’ end game, 2 tons of fun.

Kicked hard right between the legs without notice, breath stops, taken away for a long spell

Pain and suffering come just before disbelief that the feeling is all there is, no pain, so no gain

Fine and dandy to write it all down but if nobody reads the words, silence shines like gold air

Higher than you’ll ever get & lower than you can go, treasure found & lost in my longest hair.

On a merry-go-round & can’t ever get off since there’s nothing but a Void above & below us

Ripped off tombstones in dirt above graves, Time comes & then it’s gone, It falls down below

Space between hard atoms, lost and found my identification, doctors and nurses cured my ills

What I am is exactly what I am, oxymoronic pair of pigeon-toed, two feet’s ten toes, It all kills.

Blood is going to bleed out of the container, veins’ arteries of the liberty freeway, at one heart

Auricle and ventricle there for the party, in & out, ad infinitum for the duration of our fake art

Walk, crawl until it’s time for deep dive, a one & a two & a three, ready, set & love God to go

Rub it in deep into the skin & bone, it’s fear of the light in the darkness, terror’s what I blow.

Mink stole, dead rat around her neck and shoulders to make her feel like a gun moll on high

Nothing to fear except for the fear of fear itself, it’s all about the Nothingness’ void, yet I lie

About all subjective objects interacting as above in heaven, so it’s the same below on Earth

Pain relief in one heartbeat, survival’s desire leftover, dark matter’s all that I am, afterbirth.

Possible that low probability events may occur and cause undesirable effects of extinction

Species all too human & some not so very much, whistle blow in the dark, God’s mortal sin

Think that you’re thinking? Persuade an idiot and a moron of the Truth, then it’s “That Said”

Deceive and perceive your ancestors on the left, right, above & below the living & the Dead.

You know, I know nothing & you think you know most of it or all of it, organize chaos’ crime

Subjects & their predication causing undesirable effects, termination of blood lines on a dime

In one ear and out of the other, the bullet passes through like a cut blade thru Ends so bitter

High tides, low down to the core where gods never went, made-men need Mafioso babysitter.

Mirror image, I see nothing, I am nothing in a world of things, noun without predication chit

Dream fading, lights turning off, fading bit by bit until I’m used to the darkness, it’s mortal sin

I’m here & now, in a D.O.G.E. just cut from the bloated teams of five & ten in a seven-eleven

Found what was never lost, can’t get all you need for the soul’s spirit, I chew tobacco & spit.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, 2-17-2025 Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ Kicked this out the bed this AM around ‘3’ for no reason I know of other than, just because & listenin’ to #JustBecauseYouThinkYoureSoPretty on youTube link @   https://youtu.be/lZMXD5-lFIw?si=jAg_K9yqe0CE6nHQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ILoveLA #MakinLoveOrJustLyinAround @WARTheBand #GOLD @TheEaglesBand @Nirvana

LET'S GITTERDONE!  POTUS TRUMP WILL CRAFT THE GLOW

What’s the buzz?

 it’s our issue!

You have no reason to be irresponsible & irrational, the bad guys steal from good guys

It is not of this world to be examined by the Science & Philosophy of dreams of psy-flies

Through the final stop of our genome, there is fear & loathing to be dealt with, deep inside

Inner sanctum is the place in space where it all resides until death do us part, I’ve Pride.

Holy scat atop a high mountain where angels fear to go, how long will it be ‘til a bye & bye

You know I loved it the moment I arrived at LAX, man that was the best back in 1974’s sky

Perfect day to fall in love with L.A. & nobody knew me then & still don’t know me in Rome

But only if the Truth be told then it’s a matter of time on the streets & boulevards of home.

Punchin’ in your mouth that the punks taught you how to use, you do it yourself if you could

You can’t so you won’t, there is no lying about the Truth that be told, it’s when you get wood

In the deposit mode, if you get lucky & the female’s got 18-21 years with nothin’ at all to do

Like an infection or mind funk anyone can catch unless you’ve been vaccinated with Blow.

Painkillers and pain enhancers will kill you if a motor vehicle accident doesn’t get you first

Sights unseen and predication unheard of both contribute to the hysteria and unholy thirst

Kicked the door down even though it wasn’t locked or closed all the way, all cracked holes

To the top & down to the bottom, who knows what the sum of all zeroes is? Nobody knows.

Things themselves that God’s damned to Hades down under the equator of illusory treats

If you’re lucky enough to have people who care about you once you’ve gone decrepit stats

No heart beating, no breathing, wondering or caring about the useless & nugatory mothers

Ghosts enter the tiny egg to animate the inanimate, say whoa man, this is a ghost, brothers.

Contusions letting the blood turn from purple to red, all 5 pints gone in a New York minute

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, just pay attention to the record & be in it to win it

No reason to be playing just for the symbolic appearance of caring about the living bull shyt

In the hashtag words of a mockingbird, one tweet after another droppin’ from lips, I slipped.

Reasons within the rhyme and the inductive reasoning of the deductive arguments for & VS.

Hearts and the souls accompanying them live to breathe & propagate the 8 feet high fences

Common denominator and product of the dividends, it’s the sum of all fears’ monstrosities

About the forehead and cervical concoction, the hot numb skull & backbone of the cities.

Error is predictable considering circumstances bestowed upon parents by heaven-scents

As all of our ancestors left tall tales and relics of threads they wore while outside the tents

Roaming around the deserts, easier to find water than in the hills and meadows worldwide

Seven continents of the underwater dirt exposed due to devolved H2O’s catastrophic glide.

Death by disease, old age, murder, suicide or freedom’s defense, that’s all there is below

No hell at the bottom of the Earth’s core, just molten iron as in the center of any old star

In perpetual orbit about another star, our binary suitor from nowhere close to the gods

Far, far away from the thing itself, it’s a form of nothing at all, shapeless, gassed hotrods.

Selective amnesia in love with keeping your heart unknown to you & everyone on Earth

Simulation of reality so that nobody knows that the perceptions are dreamlike chimera

Infinite in scope & substance, the essence of every galaxy cluster’s nucleus, Ra Me Rah

On the way to the end of a fool’s errand, it’s a quick stop for some Luckies & an RC cola.

Known perfection and unknown amorphous imperfection, finite & infinite, it’s what I bawls

Clues to the solution of the mystery, to know what you know is all you can beckon a scan

Mirth spit into the microphone, the song sings itself, hardrock & drama full of fool’s spam

Interior decorated with wall-to-wall carpets in a room, wallpaper over prime, stoned walls.

Chunky monkeys full of the scat they’ve been force fed by their caretaking mothers of God

Complete without regard for sharing your things with those who deserve nothing at all, et al

On the nature of the beast, the woman or man that you are, girl or boy you buried in the sod

To grow tall only to be whacked by whacker blades, crew cut monster from ZZ Top & Muddy.

250 billion dollars of damage every time the sun wants to set the whole shebang ablaze

Bleed out every ounce & pint & quart of the colored liquid sunlight, what else could it be

Purple blood inside hearts & hot red=blooded continental human beings’ 3 widish scree

Pretenders rule Reality displays from birth to death, y ‘all might get a tombstone in Space.

Gigs to be done before the concert that never, ever occurred at Woodstock or Big Sur beach

Honey too sweet to be the holy scat left over by the masticating defecators of maggot lunch

Harmed by the flies on the walls, they carry words that fill the heads’ minds to catch a ball

Or hit the ball with something, maybe even kick the ball between two sticks of the pall mall.

Horrors allowed to be without a studio audience, inside a coffin post-mortem verboten

Stress is the necessary condition of being on point for being most fit to survive the joke

High or low, Simon says scat & Schusters repeat ad infinitum, it’s text-book mortal sin

Mindful on normal idiocy in the rooms of every house burnt to the ground, up in smoke.

No harm & no foul in every single case, unconcerned about your mingling with the fools

If they become wise as a result of the interference, then & only then they’ll swim in pools

With or without fish, gods disappear into Zeus’ wild blue yonder, Taqiyya & Tequilla toast

All split infinitive in the guillotine & now always, forever as the headless horseman ghost.

Prick the cushion with as many straight pins as possible & you’ll experience full Nirvana

Space’s Time is a fool’s illusory diversions, I ate a peach tree whole, Allman to Santana

Road of infinity has no finale, don’t even go there, never even try or it’ll be much too late

Born to be wild not to be tame once the Motor started runnin’ & I rolled upon the highway.

That’s Life between the ears of you and me, I ain’t the one who started this, I’m a passenger

On your buddy’s foul account of the bloody things from Birth to Death of our inner stranger

Hills slope upto the tops of the mountain range of woke lunatics planted by the Big Banger

If and only if you look at us baby, then and only then you’ll know why you ain’t an all-nighter.

A hit and then a run before there’s another memory recording it other than your own spark

Killer whale of people on seven continents ‘cause you’re here & now, swimmin’ with seals

Looky here now, creeps come in all sizes for one and all, a scared baby born of hater snark

Apes believe in their feeding time & get a bit cranky if the food is late or tasteless cat meals.

Pills engorged until bowels got so inflamed even frozen ice couldn’t mend the harm done

Seven holes in the human face larger than size of a skin pore, eyes, ears, nose’s & a mouth

Dozens of eggs flowing when the state of martial arts retrieves wisdom’s power of a drone

Nothing was ever made in the shade, all of it can be exiled to deep space’s north & south.

Heads ache for a minute or two, take a pill or not, you’re impinging on brain matter, greys

Why the Greys left the grey stuff up in the RNA of the cranium when creating a DNA haze

Mighty or weak inside your mind & out to your fingers and toes, determined hoe & a heave

In or out of the digs that Alice left for us all to engage with, mighty Earth gods Adam & Eve.

Pine wood hollowed out for you to remain unrotten, buried deeply in an underground setup

It will always be this way that it is until the last gasp or Big Bang’s sling to the Big Hush TFU

Honey sweet for a while ‘til it turns rancid due to the atmospheric pressure to be dissolved

All senses ultimately return to Nothingness, don’t blame the messenger, mystery’s solved.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier 15th 2025 A.D. @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted headaches to Hades while jammin’ to my head pounding, I’m hungry!  Jammin the finale while listenin’ to @WarTheBand #LowRider https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ELVIS @TheRollingStones #LivinInAGhostTown @CasperTheFriendlyOne @Bill_Burr #ChopperFatherAndSonFun #RichardPryorZorro #ThePhenomenon #BrooksAndDunne #PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison #MATRIX @KeanuReeves

love l.a. like angels

In a manner of speaking, love is a representation of the feeling inside your heart & soul
Deeper than you usually can get since it’s beneath your conscious mind’s eye, on a roll
For the sake of the Truth to be told without sucking in a vacuum like Outerspace, it’s all OK
Evolved from ignorant apes & now enlightened with the doubt of One in dark hole, lay lay.

Pounced on the prey when the time was right, Timing of course, it’s everything required et al
Killing the prey & eating the flesh off its bones is the same as what happens if y’all are food
Nothing we can do about it but starve to death with muscle atrophy in thin air, not too good
Attitudes & Timing are everything, man & woman alike, the species survives at our will y’all

Fear of Nothing is healthy since if you die, you cannot enjoy this ride on the planet’s orbit
This is what it’s all about, astronauts have discovered the whole shebang, Man, this is It
Outerspace is no place for happy soul infused species, whether human or any old genus
Face the Truth, if you’re lucky, it all ends up in a hearse, Brooks & Dunne got word to us.

Blind faith helps the survivors of loved ones, friends & relatives who die accidentally old
Or young with a beautiful corpse, either way for whatever reason under the sun, it’s gold
Everything above an below, here and beyond this atmosphere is all there is, oh, good grief
Even a cartoon has the gist of the game, break or obey rules, you owe your debtor relief.

Paid in full gets you to where you would have been even if you still owed the mortal debt
Armed with weaponry from heavens above, just skin & bones & your ol’ soul power to rent
Bring your imagination to the gold vein deep underneath the planet’s rolled pebbles, I say
It’s lead transformation due to the core of hell’s fire intensity, where devils lived in the day.

Need the consciousness of a being whose eyes are wide open, even if legally blind as a bat
Radar and sonar to reconnoiter Earth’s surface from boundary to coast, a drone’s bull scat
Contact with the unknown will come soon enough, I accompany corpus dillecti & maggots
Unknown, indeed, what you don’t know won’t hurt, Life exists due to the Sun’s quiet riots.

Savior, Buddha, high priest, pope, cardinal, bishop nor monk know any more than hermits
Eyes & ears perceive it one day at a time, ready to pivot on a moment’s notice, blown to bits
Accidentally on purpose, offering your life’s survival for the sake of your country’s freedom
No more necessary than being conceived or being born to a woman, a fatherless orphan.

Historical record in the cloud storage, recalled instantly for ease of proof, it is what it shall
Security and the body-guards should be the only assurance we need but can’t get at all
You may not be able to grasp the Truth if it’s a violation of your own blind faith, it’s all likely
In the end, free choice is not communistic or socialistic, it’s a question for a holy psyche.

Comedy and tragedy should be all you need to know to comprehend the pending doom
All of our kin & friends not to mention the Billion of human beings in existence, out of room
Banish your bad self from the common good and infest the agar with a viral byte of scat
1’s & 0’s fill-in the blanks, equation in trigonometric calculus to amend conclusions shat.

Without an iota of witty retort to return fire from the sniper in the jungle tundra to the sky
Out of sight and without a trace of sound, the kill shot penetrates to the holy bull’s 3rd eye
At the end of the day, all darkness appeals to the sunny boys of the clear light, innocents
Follow leaders to the doom of the legion, only the strong survive, remainder extinct sins.

Mortal or original violations of the creator’s predetermined rules disguised as commands
Where is this One who would be like the scientist responding to the experiment’s hands
For real, there’s nothing more to it than this one explanation, Void the Singularity’s finale
Origin sleeping giant’s spark of gas chain reacts to implode, forced explosion to oblivion.

Invisible angels you know are all too human 20/20 vision, yet see all humanity’s revelries
Metaphysical philosophy ala rational displays of reason and logic, premise to conclusion
Requiring deductions to formulate a final display of argument for the Truth of subjection
Objection to the hero ejection of a verbal display for the record, a fem fatale’s injection.

Oh, I’ve been in love with L.A. since 1974, oh that December in El Monte & Santa Monica
You never know when the time is right but certainly, Timing is Everything or nothing at all
Presence both before and after the thing itself animates its nature within the Void 8-ball
Game over, 8 ball in the side off the 9, banked into the corner off the new #GulfOfAmerica.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Janvier VIIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1730 hours

{ Jammed this while jammin’ to @Eminem on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YVkUvmDQ3HY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.

RIP ELVIS THE PELVIS