@TheEAGLES BIPEDAL FLIGHT PATHS @MrCrowley #TarredFeatheredThrownOffTheBridgeOfSighs #BrothersOsborne2 @PINK @LadyGAGA & @SIA @FredericheNietzsche

PRETTY GIRLS' MOTHERS SCOFF

Stars blow up and make stones that sticks grow upon the original foreskin of Zeus'

Loathing and a fearless bravado, pair for the royal flush on the five-card draw blues

Mystic phantom pullin' in the ghosts and other chimera into a crystal inconvenience

Word sounds heard by the herd, vowels A, E, I, O, U & sometimes Y, & consonants.

Bread is not the thing that comes without work, labor for the trade-off for all the stuff

Nobody gets anything for free, orphans or well-bred family denizens, gotta be tough

Without the ability to deflect the powers attempting to consume yours, you're caput

To be or not to be is a choice to make hella long time before you get to the brink's rut.

Blood ain't red until it's spilled into the oxygen, it's purple as holy grapes of wrath

In every case, everybody inherits a set amount, and when you run out on the path

It's all of what she wrote & all you could ever write again, anchovy on a cheese pizza

Feel the beats of rhythm's rock & roll, blues & classical jazz, guitar cries mama mia.

Hearts come in twos, threes & sometimes many more, except the True One, all One

For your edification, the meaning rings a bell and configures all daughters of the son

Backward in Time in this same Space, it's a fortune to be able to read all about it, God

There's something wrong with Creation because the creator has what ain't red blood.

Hence, fearing and loathing everything that's a thing in the matrices of nothing at all

It follows logically that you & I, along with the rest of the good ship lollipop, it'll fall

Maybe not far to hit the bottom, or it may be a bottomless pit that has no final End

Your free will is the illusion; no choice in this life matters, enjoy the trip's mind-bend.

Fountain of alien life forms evolved from eggs of another dimension in Time/Space

A continuum from end to end, encrypted to appear full when the thing is all empty

Hawks and eagles don't know why they fly, but hunger pulls the Humpty Dumpty

Pretending not to be a carnivore, open your plastic and Styrofoam, bloody two-face!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 6-6-2026 @1755 hours PMPST

{ Magic bald guy with illusory post-historic tricks, check it out, Ozzy Osborne's Mr. Crowley @ https://youtu.be/u2tlWJhKSOE?si=6l5QefMcBMJrqOKt }

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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

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STEPPENWOLF IN SUBURBIA

AKA NOW, HOW DO YOU DO?

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

Bills to pay only because the collector found your corner pitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

War and what comes between hot, fiery turbulence of enemies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matter and the forms taken in random fashion, mixed divinity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wisdom lies fallow in the disappearing coastal red dirt & rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry and transforming matter into the good & bad moves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep in dark caves of emptiness, beyond your wild imagination

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

Similar to the moment before your parents' climaxing embrace

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

Some poetry in motion runs into forces that absorb power

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

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

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

by

r j j  stephan, i

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

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

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

That’s wisdom."  - unknown ai

I searched for God
in collapsing stars—

Carol Ann asked
if I remembered
to eat.

Or:

The void kept calling.

Carol Ann answered
the phone first.

 The cosmos may be eclectically odd—

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

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

I DO

The stars burned out
on schedule.

Empires vanished
right on time.

Signals drifted
past their source
and kept going.

Then you looked at me—

small kitchen light,
hands trembling slightly—

and said:

“I do.”

The universe
never sounded larger.

TRIBUTE TO THE US MILITARY COMPLEXITY @SecDef @HeartTheBand #ACDC #TittiesBeer #TwoForOne

HEART   @NancyWilson   @AnnWilson

GLIDER EXPERIENCE CUZ SHE WAS

GONNA GLIDE to heaven WITHOUT ME

If and only if y’all know where I’m comin’ from, gotta cool off and pause it all!

Rockin’ one end of the slow roll, ear to the ground to see the beat, feel It all up

In & out of a dream sequence as if Reality as it is, was & will be as it is forever

No offense but I have a defense and it’s in order, daddy called me a free rover.

Knowing about me, his first-born son was about all a poor innocent man in a fix

As if it never happens to anyone else but me, I can’t tell you the secret but it’s tricks

Cards or die, many games to play and avoid gettin’ cut, shot or beat up real bad, so

Keep your hands close to your vest, full house aces over deuces or not, winner blow.

Peace and suffering seem to go hand in hand but there’s no reason that it’s inevitable

You know how it is on the highway, drivin’ blind all night, moon straight ahead of hell

I got the moonshine outside & inside so the next stop is the last stop, I gotta take a pill

Downtown from the capitol on the east side by the river, tulle fog’s rollin’ in, rings a bell.

My sleeves are rolled up and my boots are pulled up high enough to get closer to home

It’s always something, if it’s not this, it’s that and if it’s not that, it’s this, wag the gnome

Comedy of sadness & tragedy of total, absolute zero gravity is in order, yet out of order

From tips of toes to tops of bone heads, it’s difficult, all but impossible to cross a border.

Become invisible in plain sight, a sprinkle of magic dust that causes mutant subatoms

All above & below to be or not to be, philosophically a treatise on Halloween phantoms

As it turns out, we’ve all been deceived about Life, but a dream in a row boat buttercup

Show got on the road as scheduled, Time went lickity-splitly, in a ditch the sun came up.

Don’t dare aim a round at the messenger, it’s your fault you’re easily duped by the clown

I don’t care what your amendment says, I’ll disarm the threat & stow weapons in arrears

Your S.O. takes you for a fool, treats you mean & cruel, it ain’t a fault, it’s no love for you

It’s nothing personal, just the way it is, chips are fallin’ but I think she’s leavin’, sure do.

Grooved deeply into the record, it’s spinnin’ on the turntable makin’ a good day in Hell

It wasn’t before but it is now antithetic to heaven leakin’ out on a planet’s star dust pall

Apes look like the naked homo sapiens but there’s a sign, they are incapable of being fair

This here, indeed is the planet of the apes, we ain’t worthy to be of the land, sea and air.

If I tell you a secret and it makes you feel foolish, promise not to hold it against me, OK

If so, here’s the lowdown, you & I can hide eyes that lie and still get the gist of what I say

Herd behavior is associated with every step and move that we all make, the middle path

Open to all who enter willing to become awake & recall the mighty Oneness, the wraith.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 10-19-2025 A.D. @ 333 PMPST

{ Crushed these words out of the kiln while jammin’ to @TheEagles #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hC5qDyrhirU?si=cAUN7wsNbtzOd68A }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?