DAMN BABE, THAT WAS A COLD ONE! @EricChurch #EnterTheDragon @BruceLee #Sensai

BLOODS' DNA RECONNOITERED, CRYPTS' PLETHORA

Freedom appears to be liberty hidden from tyranny, a woman’s right to execute an abortion

Last gasp of hot wind that gets past our lips is all we can hope for, man, life lives to shorten

I’m drooling at the plethora beginning on a trip to drink @Hamms & @Schlitz brew smells

Boys will be boys, and it gives you guts to do chit you’d never do runnin’ & ringin’ bells.

Your people on the block knew who you were, idiot, but you didn’t read Dostoevsky yet

Much later in life than 15 years old, but at least by the time you turned 75, all above It all

Singing about lost love because you had to move away from obedience to another Will

Power the species which directs another’s will by hook or crook; it’s a blessing roadkill,

Put some change into the juke box and play some Brooks & Dunn to set souls free

Out of the blue and into the black, above the skies of grey, there’s nothing at all to see

Yet you think that there’s an afterlife somewhere outside of your body & mind in error

No fault meant by the reality of the way things are and the First Cause of Being failure.

Hard foul on the court, penalty and fines become the one and only thing that’s solid chit

There are some young and some old people alive on the planet who have no idea what’s up

I got lucky a few nights in my teenage years, and I had five or six kids in Chicago, all far away

I was no bright, young, Catholic boy, a C-minus student at best, before I joined the VN War.

Why couldn’t we have been friends like every other stranger we ran into? All meant to be

Whether this is the life of each one of us & then it’s all over for everyone, no Valhalla above

Or that this Life is a testing place for the angel wings we’ve never used, didn’t need to fly

We had planes and jets with fossil fuel to move around in Time & Space, until y’all just die.

Buried bones and ashes cast asunder for the love of might and the minions who follow a fight

No need to call out the sound of the Word, it is what it’s always been & what it’ll always be

Just a step in the sequence of origin to destination, as an X rocket ship mirrors our solo flight

Friends or not, we’re the same mud, blood, sweat and tears from the motherlode, queen bee.

With due diligence and the care you’d give to your own true self, if you only knew who “It Is”

Dance quick or slow with or without the sound of the Word, it’s a Way of being out of the jizz

Again, my parents paid for a solid twelve years of parochial assimilation to the liturgical creep

Comin’ before you were at the age of reason to object to the misanthropic cornucopian deep.

Bring a knife to a gunfight if you don’t mind not surviving past the holy bullet hole or cut/slice

From the enemy of the heroes we call brothers-in-arms, they’re comin’ for the children of ICE

Beer brewed for our inebriation, not to mention the spirits of the fruit of the loom, slo gin fizz

In a dream, within a dream, ad infinitum, so empty as a zero, that you believe in Zeus & Osiris.

Bright light, kill the lights, smooth road, broken asphalt & bones, it’s night and day you hotrod

Believe what you know is true, if you don’t know it, then don’t believe it, a sceptic, oh my God

Nobody teaches the things they don’t know about, knowledge sought after, nobody teaches it

Heart & soul, inside, nay outside, as you were, so above, as below, God blocking our starlight.

Meaning nothing by the tone of voice I allow to escape my throat, it’s loud yet clear as a bell

Subjects and objects predicated just to watch the miracle unfold, saying what you mean, Hell

And meaning what you say when you say it, sing it or shout it out, as long as it’s the WORD

Tone and length of the note stretched into the mating ritual with the notation of the absurd.

Inside the cold turkey, there’s some hot giblet gravy, but nobody knows until the bird’s cut up

It all comes down to the brass tacks used at the very beginning of the coup d’ete in the big top

You know the Truth, you will die, but you can’t guess when, which day or night of the futures

We all knew it was denied, occult knowledge, a wise move to remain insanity’s membrane.

Olden or good ol’ days become the memory of the dead & gone, living survivors deaf & dumb

It’s not their fault, they wouldn’t be capable of accepting any responsibility for the obligation

To the humanity or the inhumanity, the spirits in the sky salute you, those about to rock some

From reflective sunlight, a shining black sea, coast to coast with fire engine blare, a mortal sin.

To bet your life on your uncertainty that you’ll be a spirit alive after your corpse is burnt up

Or even if it’s infused with formaldehyde or wet chicken feathers, like a philosopher in a cage

Smaller than what you & I are able to see with the eyesight 20/20 more or less, turn the page

It’s all over except you don’t know it yet, Future’s a sax blowin’, you’re in a deep fake outrage.

In the middle of the raging river current, you tried to backstroke upstream, all high on hopes

All's above and below the phony show under the covers of reality, accept or be the prison dopes

Bloody 7Up water drained into a sewer hole, blew my mind, God’s too, a defecation of the dead

That’s all cosmic slop of legend, WORD can’t describe the actual, thing itself, God’s in duh bed.

by

r j j stephan, i

  ( sorry, daddio )

c. Mercredi, June XVII^th, MCMLXXII Anno Domini @ 00:01 AMPST

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

GOD in HEAVEN

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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

#ShotsOfWhiskeyNeverEndingEternally #StillChasinYou #ChasinMeToo @MorganWallenGreatistHits2026 #HappyNewYearMMXXVI #DropTheDamnBawl

DROP THE BALL BABY SON,
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT

Beer pressed against our lips, whiskey shots for the babies in bassinets and cribs all asleep

Cripple Creek flowin’ at 2 AM, it’s just a quiet void makin’ Nothing’s hole-flow of the groove

I was just asleep and dreamin’ in my waterbed, took a gummy to find the dreams I approve

Nothing special about the events, they begin and end as usual, I’m the s#it all hope to reap.

Girls listen up, teenagers, middle agers, old babes’ wrinkled, over-kissed two lips of the god

One that fills the Void with invisibility of critical theories, category of substance too platonic

Breathe deeply above & below the grounds of being, RNA coded DNA self-destruct schtick

Cause is 1st not 2nd or 3rd but indeed, Absolute Effect’s imploding explosion to smithereens.

Know the wise men and women who have the cajónes & empty wombs created this History

First origin before anything blew up, pristine & neutral, out of gear without an unholy query

Dropped the tailgate for us, come out of the cab & have some Negro Modelo, sun dress off

Naturally, I’m the one that gets benefits from the benefactor, I’m the only One left to cough.

Blind belief in the unthinkable and unknowable, inexpressible without hope to fine the Truth

It’s empty as the whole shebang that spins and rolls along the ecliptic, forever & then some

You and I assume the premises as we’re programmed as a cyber fix for a species extinction

Hang up your hopes and dreams, let them collapse into the Singularity, back to original sin.

Obey nobody, obey no regulated behavior, obey no laws that omit venial and mortal blows

To whom it may concern, comprehend the gist of the kiss welcoming the sperm that flows

As the protozoans leave their wasted tracks embedded in the trees’ grassland smoke & fire

Pulled in the air, held it in longer than Life allows, huff, blow, choke, cough, straits are dire.

Nobody’s gonna get hurt while living the life of the good, bad & ugly, a naturally sweet screw

Smoked replacements got fired up in a jiffy, flammable after a beatdown, shots of fire spew

Greater than zero and less than infinity, Time and Space full of mass fully embedded souls

Every single One of a Many animate God’s petri dishes of viral bacteria, The End, I’m Boss!

Deliver all of it, Nothing but Something and it appears you’re a modern genius, all full of It

One professional or naïve, amateur animation of the 208 bones we’ve gleaned, that’s it, Life

As it’s always been, so it will always be, an immortal’s trip on light’s miracle of a blown star

Energy and Mass in a trajectory to the Void origin, joker is the Big Guy speeding way too far.

Gimme a buck shot and a beer boilermaker, belly up to the bar, I’m flush, I’m inebriated, so

Ready to pass out in a mud ditch, behind a Ferrari steering when doin’ 165 in a 40 MPH zone

She too was wrapped around my core, against an oak tree, I was pinned in a Chevy Camaro

Loaned wheels from brothers of others’ mothers, 32 teeth knocked out my face, lips blow.

Now and then, you stop a moment to renew the power lost by work and play, eat and drink

To be mighty or just to make it through the nightmares and dreams I can’t smell yet it stank

Too bad to be good, day after the rigor mortis, there’s no sign of super-ego or Id, no my dear

My way on a 49 highway, reconnoitered by The Cause, found it drunk on blood lust & in fear.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, January 1^st, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted ‘round 2 AM while jammin’ to @KipMoore #SomethinBoutATruck on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=lXZhA_RAI4itjqNW }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@PAINLESS_TATTOO

@BowWow #AintTrippinMucho #AllAboutTheBASS & I served a @CriticalMass in a bottomless @BlackHoleElegence #OneHugeBlackHole @PhoenixA @CriticalMass @SamCooke

Walls fell in,

Kilroy was here

Ever since the first breath y’all gulped outside my mama’s womb, I was the only One

Belief in occult unknown is akin to belief in the known, knowledge is impossible, son

You can cause nothing other than what’s already been caused, all done two by twos

No stone has been unturned, the immaculate conception & the sperm intro, Blues.

Alcohol changes the perception of the audio-visual sensations, any chemical alters it

Survival skills become useless because there’s a loss of mental clarity, confusion chit

Subjects immersed in the predicates and direct objects, all to deduce the conclusion

That this and that is Life as we know it, astronauts know, they got the Truth suspicion.

Gods, dogs, stacks of cats and barnyard anima domesticated from a bungle in the jungle

Fear of dying locked into the mind, it helps a being to survive the hostile deep sea gull

Narcoleptic malfunction, awake for millennia without a nap, sleeplessness’ advantage

Ready or not, the end of you & I will come, sooner or later, no matter young or old age.

Morbidly obese in a fat head, fat mind loses it’s capacity to sort through categories of It

What It is, sometimes you think you know & other times, it’s an empty set of blather s#it

Down a slope quickly, on the slide into home, no block, no catcher, scored ‘bout the base

Pressed and obliterated beyond recognition, an amorphous blob of intelligence, my face.

Hotter than a pistol after firing an infinite number of rounds, m-16 ammo into a silhouette

Direct hits in the head after firing two in the heart, mark the bullseye, I’m cancelling debts

No more owing to me or anyone I’m allowed to entertain as family and friends, we’re even

As above, so below, entertainment, causes of happiness & its opposite sadness are heaven.

Alternative after death or in a spaceship blasting out of gravity, that is the mystery debt

Y’all know or you don’t know, no two ways about that, no in between in limbo, that’s a bet

I’ll win and I will lose some but, in the finale, the curtain will fall when the play ends in jail

Dream is spent, dry or wet still a dream within a dream, Edgar Poe ate ice man’s coffin nail.

Inside of the empty sets, Nothing dwells without the pending doom, a holy mackerel

Fine or not, the only way to know the Truth is to find it & remember it for yourselves

To say the words to the innocent or the delusional, emotional wrecks in utero, as I say

Energy from the sun, stars and the consumed seeds of life, animated and sublimated.

Nis the time not yesterday or tomorrow but today, this moment’s to be in straits dire

Prior to your conception, you were unknown, after your death, your tombstone record

Shows your name & presence on the planet in random years, it will crumble to dust or

Turn into Space’s cosmic dust, rocks that roll around in concentric paths about the fire.

It’s been measured that the sky is up miles high, after that it’s as if returning to womb

Repossession of the lost words that somebody that’s dead said before he or she died

Inherited communication from ancestors who knew you’d be the one who saw a tomb

Perfected as if meant to be, so temporarily insane that it appears normal truths lied.

Beating you upper now, like I knew all of the riffs of the smokin’ Latino Jazz/Rock/Soul

Near the salty sea’s water or upon the mountaintop full of snow, Truth is Earth lost H2O

Entire exoplanet used to be fully covered by water, H2O has been poured out into Space

Either pre-sucked out by non-Earth denizens or lost to the Void because of a pretty face.

Heal every little ill and sip the rest of the sweet wine of paradise and make it last forever

Dressed to near kill, feelin’ that the murder of living things for food or to you, The Fever

Dribbled to begin the pick and roll, handed off bounced pass and the hot-handed thrice

It’s the GOAT, always was & will always be the One, the only, all-time greats cream @ICE.

Being the only one who knows the secret to getting to the finale without an encore fine

Taking all that’s given, assume nothing & everything will work out in the solution’s opine

All know its presence, in the past that gets you into the future, all progressive blind faith

Divide and conquer the chaos of the humanity, punks without discipline, lock them up 8th.

Trips to the moon available to take you out on dates with your beloved, just took y’all away

Needles and spoons not to mention the burnt green weeds mutated by alien lab farms today

Like it or not, high or low, the pain will come & go just like the heat and the cold, it’s temporal

It’ll be alright someday when they bury you boy, girl too, apropos to the millennial golf ball.

Steps both above and below the basement floor, no elevator or escalator to be the eliminator

As I say and recollect the exact spell, the result is immediately expressed as the charm in her

On my honor, I have nothing but respect for the nature of a beast within, known or oblivious

Because with no spirit, there’s no soul or verve, sparks out of fire, t he God of Ridiculousness.

Just between the two of us and a million other readers, what you know won’t hurt you much

It’s what you don’t know down the tunnel ahead that’s critical, you’re in the center of mulch

You’re a seedling that’s on the way to consciousness immersion out-of-body experience blows

Recorded what you couldn’t recall to show you a Truth happened in flight, eagles love grows.

Before it all began as it will be after it all ends, a matrix of a Void, an infinite ultraviolet glow

Protecting the ones you & I care for as well as any we judge as innocent being bullied so slow

Quick to protect and as swift at removing any braggadocio from the event, an accommodation

Finale curtain drops, last word’s a smile as walls fall in, by the way, Kilroy is here, I’m lost son.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 26, 2025 @ 911 PMPST

{ Suspended judgement while penning this M.P. & inspired by LIVE @Eagles #InTheSphereInVegas on link @ https://youtu.be/dvAh0pp7tBk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TEQUILLA SUNRISING AD INFINITUM

#DrakeEquation #WINNING @Santana #BESTofDevadip #OneTokeOverTheLine #BlackHoleSunSon

Amnesia recall

Fugue and other obstructions of creation and destruction of a whore

High or low, absorbing the power of the hit, enhances strength score

Full of the thing itself, as much as allowed to be within, omni power

Pricking up your ears, heat of the chase is on, the hard drive’s hotter.

What must be done has already been done before births of our offspring

Word became flesh, a sound of unheard frequency, an atom of Nothing

Eating the food on our table or out of a wrapper, all sh#t was dead meat

We see production of our own mastication on a regular basis, trick’s treat.

Elevating monologue to a higher octave than intellectual pablum, Time’s up

What could have been, should have been but couldn’t ‘ve been Space’s cup

Mirror image of yourself you’ve never seen before a moment of your demise

No need for air to breath with those wings without a feather, Christmas lies.

Not a good idea yet it’s the one you’ll get, ain’t a bad idea either, it’s surreal

Bent in two, made the line an angle, it used to be One point on a 3D jaunty

Evolved from the ooze of leftover Big Bang effulgence, souls are a real deal

Nothing is neither physical, mental nor psychological, it is what it is, honey.

Colder than the Singularity resulting from the gravitational collapse, it’s hot

Free choice with an invisible matrix isolated in Time & Space, in God’s face

Neverland is here and now, you know it, admit it, you will eventually race

Ahead of other dead bodies comin’ to be judged after their Last Supper plot.

Be candid like a camera recording all action of everything, everywhere too

Follow me, either fly away like a bird or a fly or a ghost, it’s all yonder blue

Above this planet’s atmosphere where it’s pitch black like a black hole sun

Being black is all it does, all it is, all it has ever been from the Big Bang on.

Final thoughts and final verbal sounds that will mean nothing to any others

It’s very hot in the house, the windows are open and there’s no Delta breeze

Fine and dandy to shut the house down & turn up the cool blow out to sea

Man and woman havin’ fun until some become priests & nuns, no ice tea.

Branded with the tattoos of my greatest grandfathers, skin tight out of sight

Here for the party & paid in advance with the good karma earned in a fight

Hits on the target and near misses that measured the angle of delusional sin

In violation or not, naked apes’ skin turns grey to dust, homo erectus’ rosin.

Son of one sun, a star burning 186,000 miles per second, second infinitum

Word sounds a vibrational sequence that triggers a cause process ala cum

It proceeds through excited friction overriding the higher mind into a lower

Caring about nothing except deposit for the conception, immaculate poser.

Years after the dead ones left nothing of themselves, the Earth still weeps it

Cries and tears annihilate the treasure, gold, silver, diamonds in a deep pit

Cave opened to the dig, dug it out as if there was no tomorrow, there wasn’t

Tomorrow never comes & the very next day we all die, immortal, holy scat.

On the way, stop & think then go forth with resolute attention to the matter

Pens with ink, pencils of lead, all tools to scroll script on dead tree splatter

Pages and bound ink-type blots, signifying meaning and accurate discount

Applied to the deduced and induced conclusions, confidence management.

All I had to say has been said, now written incursive or typed via autopen

Nothing goes and everything remains identical to its moment, sat on Zen

Because I could, nobody else could, it was a one-man show, no substitute

Induced, appropriate proposals of Truth by propositions, a metalogic boot.

Creepin’ all along the perimeter of a watchtower, I began to drift to slumber

You don’t know like I know and if you did know, well then, take a number

You may be first, last or somewhere in the middle down the line, I know it

On the brink of the edge of university professors of economic Marxism chit.

Last notes of the rhythm & melody enhance the words of a wise silverback

Verbs and nouns makin’ subjects and predicates, down in the old outback

Where angels & a compass lead to return trip with the goods of baby’s dad

Raw bad means far & away the best ever, I say to you, it’s me, all super bad.

Long form and briefs from the high command, general officer stars 1, 2 & 3

Magic spells in specific word order and inflection, hands & feet still for me

Over forever ‘til my final gasp, I know nothing, you do too, all up in smoke

Still priests and ministers insist they’re privy to the Word, save me a toke!

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Mercredi, September XXIV, MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Cracked this like a rubberband man, while jammin’ to the @Spinners on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx00W3cBtgs?si=5GICcVF90PJ1AO_L }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?