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Showing posts with label Sychophantic; Dreamlanded; @SimpletonGenius #TreeTopFlyer. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 25, 2026

ONTO THE BAD NEW DAZE, CRIME NEVER PAYS RIP DOLLY PARTON ONTO CIELO MiDolly #DownSouthJukin #GoldAndPlatinum @LynyrdSkynyrd

DON'T KICK THE BABY, KEEP IT IN MIND!
It's all about the baby, man!  First rule is to Never, ever kick the baby
Nobody allows a baby to be kicked, even if it's a stranger with a lady
There is nothing more upsetting than recalling your own face whacks
When the adults in the room believed they'd teach me a lesson, facts.

Pretending that knowledge is wisdom, mere deception inherited by Eve
Adam too would never see the Truth comin', Adam & Eve went to town
No looking back since they knew they were sentenced to mortality's own
Stepmothers & stepfathers stepped in when an intercourse yielded a peeve.

Courage and fear prove nothing once you resemble a corpus dillecti form
As the bitter ending of each of our animated existences, it's bait, a worm
It enters any hole big enough to allow it's force, then infiltrates it all too
Before you know it, you find the Truth was told, all y'all be singin' blue.

From the 1st moment we realize as a child,  miscreant adults are two-faced 
No matter in any form remains for long, facts of life steal all of our grace
Like it or not, baptize the whole world & the species will still opt extinct
Bright mind burnt out of the DNA back in 2030 A.D. future shock in synch.

Give me no regard once the world blows it's planetary flight, it'll be all over
Nobody knows it but they will come to know it once they see it, a hot lover
It's a requirement for the species' survival, zombies can't reproduce the IQs
Lucky to have had a chance to give my power back to a Sonny's hot squeeze.

Hold 'em in Texas or just let the spades, clubs & hearts fly off with diamonds
Fire burns until all fuel runs out, that's the magic & you know when it's gone kids
A larger than life hole in the middle of your soul, call it broken, holy heated show
Brought a knife to a gunfight again, but I still won, once again, I used a low blow.

Beer and Black Jack whiskey replaced the rye, gin & vodka, no mistake, I left
Not physically but in my mind, detached from my historical recorded memory
I knew that life, existence from conception to death meant less than funny jokes
I need some desire, I desire what I need but I'm nearly already gone, it's all folks.

Follow the angels up, up and away even if you don't want to, you have to, me too
It's finished just like it was before you knew the difference between good & evil
Joy gets us over graceless disappointments, the End is a falling star over the hill
Hope you get the whole picture soon, now would be perfect, a shaded royal blue.

Performance of your engine is critical to nothing more than the last gasp of gas, so
Do what ever you do as well as you can & have nothing left in the tank I can't tow
If you don't use it all, you'll lose it all, it's the fact of life nobody denies, just blow
Lips together & bring the air from your lungs up & pump it through a teeny hole.

Brooms and mops left to clean up the mess of leftover parties, it's a hit supernova
Imploding into the Singularity before or after midnight, I slip into the hit plethora
Spheres and cubes of six sides bring the DNA & RNA into the gold rush of coloma
Peering the impossible both within & without you, Nothing is the star of the show.

Living in the spinning top that doesn't give up the ghost, keeps the spark in tight
You find what I've found if you duplicare the rotation, all ghosts will take flight
Design the rules, there's a beginning & end to the game, fair game even for cheats
Knowing every fact known and everything unknown creates God's divine meats.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, August XXVth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1533 hours
{ I was still tucked in THE Womb on this day in 1951 A.D., in 2 days I'd be born, a nativity I don't recall, a royal flush IMHO, my mama does!  TY MAMA! }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
R.I.P.  DOLLY PARTON XOXO

Monday, August 17, 2026

#RecallJalapenoPepperNoMore #SpanishHarlem @CarlosSantana #MariaMaria #BlackMagicWoman #SombreroGalaxyFarAway

AT ONE
LAST CHANCE SALOON

Now and then usually becomes what has been whether you approve it or not
Inside or outside of the Earth's atmosphere, as we're fortunate to be astronaut
Detached from the gravitaitonal pull on the nervous system, etc, etc, etc et al
Nothing at all is more important than believing with blind faith in supernatural

Common or not from this planet's fauna both aerobic & anaerobic forms of X
Whatever was before we all got here as a species, it'll be the same as an index
Covering every corner of the dimensions we're allowed to perceive as evolved
We find we know nothing for certain, a principle from the get-go Heidenberged.

I hope and have faith and warm charity that all above & below will be copacetic
First Cause of an unknown force beyond human comprehension, an RNA block
In the nutrients' formulas & pablum offered to the hungry, tiny, eating pie-holes
Admitting to the commandments of awareness that y'all are responsible, as foals.

Long run, after you & I are either in Davy Jones' locker or undertaken by dirt
Then in that far, far away future, maybe tonight or sooner, yo' mama will hurt
To see the future because you know you must reap what you ssew, be a genius
One & the same as your great-grandparents who preceded you, survived a fuss.

Let it be known, nobody can say words to express the Unknown's nature, I see
You'll see once you've arrived at the First Cause subject & object, it'll predicate
Break it on down, all the way back to the 1st day you recall paying, you grooved
Everything a stranger said & held you responsible for homework unapproved.

In the pyramid of things, mankind attempted to build a pathway to the outerspace
Nothing could be made that high without gravity bringing it back down into dust
First, a cosmic event without human participation or existence, even if divinely so
That Big Bang whether you & the sceptic within approve or not, it's a dream-blow.

Knowing and becoming super-aware of the present leading ahead into the groove
That is the Presence of the One who CAN handle the Truth, just doesn't approve
Repeat ad infinitum is one end of a 'G' spectrum, another is distopic, too humane
Add 2 twos or multiply 2 times 2 & that Truth is it's the same response, superman.

The astrophysics and the trigonometry and for the sake of reason, the calculus is
All there is inside of our heads if you follow the beginning to the end, it's obvious
Hard to swallow after decades more or less of blind faith in the explanation for It
Being the spirit & soul that moves you, animates the skin, bones & brain of scat.

High water is impossible to keep satisfaction, a drowning is nearly guaranteed
Only if one is luckier than most everyone, you'd be saved by angelic good deed
Ghosted chimera in fully cloaked form, a shape to be seen through, as glass or ice
Last chance, tequilla shots up, here's to the victories that kept us in charge of vice.

Day after you're dead will be the same as mine, dead air, screen blank, no static
I know you'll never think about this factoid again, tried to get y'all on the stick
That was my motive for allowing the alphabet flow to appear on a blank screen
Far, far away, like that & that's the way it is, I never gave Up, Up gave up on me.

Blisters proof of life on me fingers, from the strings & frets to the drumstick beats
I made my hands need gloves or become useless tools, a has been, as Ginger Baker
Enough of wealth accrued, I've got the house on Kauaii & nobody knows but me
Anybody can find me if lookin' where I've never been, transparency, at one, at sea.

High or lower than the center of this solar system, middle of the star called Sun, he
Not she but He is the original beginning before which nothing stands or sits to be
All laid out like corpses before ova were fertilized by the original sinner's pants'
Could not keep control of a creative force that desires eternal suffering, miscreants.

You'll never be deceived again if you're never taught the Great Lie, wisdom is nil
Other than unmasking the disguise that Life means being rewarded for original sin
No reward, yet an eternal punishment, requiring a popes & saviors, virgin disguise
Ask any one of the priests & other sanctified ones, pray to God there's blind eyes.

Here & now, this is now & then it's all gone in a flash of eye blinks, open & shut
Like a case between subjects and predicates fighting for an all too human omsbud
If not you then who'd be an unknown 'x' factor, fractional over a 'y' denominator
Nobody alive gets out of this world alive, nobody, not a savior/martyr to abhor.

Princes sons of queens and kings, are the key to extinction, powers that be at one
Pressing a button, giving an order to be followed or be punished by formal exile
Just because your parents thought you were so pretty, so proud of the beauty within
All your appearances to be good, bad & ugly held more weight than an idiot grin.

Last night or last century, the bag of bones lived & died in a hundered years of toil
Nobody gets anything for free, everything needs to be bargained for, Gold or Soul
Needs to get to the bottom of the list, take care of it all from the rocks to the Space
If & only if you breathe in & out for infinity will there be Rest In Peace, brute face.

Showers of acid rain kill seeds & plants in the stardust, mere pebbles of a rock, son
Of every shape, size, color & texture, everyone a miracle to be multiplied by RNAs
Random Love on a note in a bottle, floating on the Dead Sea or the Salt Lake DNA
Ways and means to perfection dialed in, immortal superhumans thy wills be done.

Drinks for the house, I've got the tab I'll never pay since I own the joint, I'm a lover
Careless of using brainwaves to scramble motor skills, depend on no pill or dope
Unless your time on Earth is up before you're good & ready, spirits remain on rope
Following the sirens to the hospital where you're DOA & watch a sheet come over.

You live in California's gold country, it's in them thar hills, I lived atop of them, so
It is all about the 49er, the 1849er who came out on horse, wagon & cowboys blow
Without the pioneers, we'd all be sending smoke signals to the friends & enemies
Our names whatever came to mind at birth, High or Low, babies hurt mama's ease.

Can never live without the breath of fresh air, your blood dies in the nucleic atoms
Hence, the brain & mind shut-off the conscious experience, injecting the venoms
To go back to nothing, like before you were an egg & a gamete, you can't do it all
Where no grace exists for you, preconception, you'll get THERE, now that's a Fall.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, August XVIIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Kicked this gem out of cielo while listenin' to #AMIGOS by @CarlosSantana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Y9XXeznskQ4?si=T0HVN7VfAIE3t4jR }

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

Monday, June 22, 2026

AIN'T NO PLACE FOR NO HERO @BigSMO @SANTANA @Eagles @Madonna #bBACK

I AM @GROOT & SHE IS @MADONNA
  This is a LINK TO:  My Trilogy of Poetry on Amazon

SLIP INTO ‘IT’ & GIVE IT UP!

Darker angels were in the outfield helping me judge the pop-ups and line drive hoppers 
Neither or both times you’ve come to Earth to live it up, a good life of routine big toppers 
Divinity tie has a notion that there’s a need for the love potion, angel of grace, a bud opens 
Aligned with the stars, which are the most fit of the red giants and white dwarves, the spins. 


The day before our conception, there was either love or lust for the creation-formed planet 
Shift on the axis, wobble around to & fro, a short time or a long time makes little difference 
To the minions and the spirits that fly out of nowhere in the light, hidden in broad daylight 
Park your carcass right where it is, as you’ve outgrown it, need it no more in heaven’s fight.

Drunks step into the same river twice and distort the Truth which is lost in veracity forever 
Divine or human, copy the good, bad & ugly because it’s all there is for a billionaire nudge 
As above, so below, a rung call again, words in the world of my ancestors & descendants 
Subject and object with a predicate, long wind through small pipes, metaphysical wisdom.

Human speed or godspeed is your choice, you have a free will that you wish you could lose 
Blaming your behavior on anybody else but yourself, that’s a trick, a process of bamboozle 
In between your left & right hemispherical mind, there is a nerve formation linked to Zion 
Apes’ forms in a myriad of random, natural selection results, come & go by a million eons.

Peer review the decisions you’ve made based on your training, approaching perfection, son 
Mirror of your front & back, 2 dimensions that can only be all too human, I await a blessing 
Fear that I’ll miss a cue to get out of the supernatural haunting coming on strong, tick-tock 
I know, you know, we all know, a doubt leads to wisdom, your honor divinity in a deep dive.

Monkeys with a purpose, too human without one, such a canard, nobody knows it though 
In the deep end of the bottomless sea of H2O, potentially nothing at all, dump into a Void 
Pushing into a higher degree gave me a headache, pulsing, throbbing visions, sacred cow 
Bum, junk user due to dead eyes wide-opened that see nothing post death, learn to blow.

It only hurts when I am awake and breathing in and out, doesn’t make me laugh, it hurts too 
LOLs comin’ from deep down in my soul, my spirit is sanctified by the sacraments, in blue 
Commitments being paid back for the adoration of my station in the food chain, I’m stoked 
Feel it deeply, listen to a voice, kill all lights, singularity using gravitational collapse invoked.

Are you sure you don’t want to know all lies that have been disguised as the Truth? Last call 
A secret is no longer hiding in the heavenly shadows darker than the black star’s singularity 
Flying into the plethora, the whole story from the beginning to the bitter end of the protocol 
Signify your mind, your body and soulfulness of the spirit, God tricked Adam, made a hole. 


Bared the smooth or hairy skin for the autopsy while still living & breathing, damn the aliens 
It’s like human scientists teach all students in high schools & higher, dissect all the minions 
For the love of the gods, if there are any left over from the ice age, it is the place for no hero 
Home in place in Space, where Time began to tick moments of Justice’s pigham sammich.

Lonely roads you & I have walked & driven upon, some dirt, some asphalt and Earthbound 
Hunger for the love of the embraces you used to throw to me, before you died into a corpse 
Load for me to recall every time I visit/revisit the graves, below the topsoil, all I’ve ever said 
Blame is on me, I’m responsible for original sin, a climax of heaven on Earth’s dirty ground.

Blood spilled during the love, for the good of the species’ survival, pure strength survives It 
Every step from infancy to adult stages, this natural planet of the Big Bang throws a hussy fit 
For the sake of the good, the bad & the ugly, the beautiful are a mere misfit of the mutation 
Nothing has light but you can’t see it, it’s UV or infrared out-of-sight, hippy style, Big Surfin’.

Buying the wares that the traders want for your oil and gold, it’s what culture is all about, so 
Go from here on out, to your fathers’ mothers inherited culture, stay alive until your last huff 
Dream that your existence is more than it is, an accident that looks like an intended fiasco 
Truth bombs being dropped from the Ghost Train that flies above and below where gods go.

Hard or soft rockin’, all words that are agreed upon clicks, grunts & huffs, just a shady noise 
Gathered in a smaller space than a Dewey decimal point, Love is red flow in the heart, boys 
With the backbeat of the heartbeat, there’s a rhythm and a rhyme, sometimes more or less 
Goody goody, a rascal’s exposure to O2 gas of the sphere to a final suck of wind, goodness.

Matter and the Energy resulting from its incineration, it all comes down to the denominator
 Ludicrous as the first and last woman who bore Mankind, fire and the leftover ash is all of it 
Blind faith in unknown mystery isn’t the Truth, it’s a jumped conclusion, a mythos’ anomaly 
Pride in being a part of the masses with cheap-ass sunglasses, got some, all good, I’m fine.

Bring a knife to a gunfight, fine for all escrimaderos; you all need nothing but a rattan club 
Grab a knife, a sword and a machine that could be a cyborg, obviously, 12 moves & passes 
There is no defense other than an identical dance, as indulging in combat without glasses 
Pumping and distracting from the actual blow & silver-back ape scare, pounding chest rub.

Legs and arms know their way around the Space & Time occupied by the free forms of Evil 
Just the opposite of the ugly and the good, Live spelled backwards is Evil, it’s all y’all folks 
Nothing else in the universe other than you, myself & everybody else I know as well, 2 jokes 
We’re a step away from the ending of the story we each share on this battle of Bunker Hill.

You had to know and I had to tell you the answer to the proverbial question, nobody asked it 
Who is in charge here? You’re your leader or I’ll assume you don’t have one, you lost it, chit 
Bums and junkies crawled into their cocoon for safety and clearance from the target of prey 
Build something where there was nothing, death says, give it up baby, get ready yesterday!

by 
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, June XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed this out to the JAMZ of @ZZTop #ChromeSmokeAndBBQ on YouTube link
@ https://youtu.be/lRGPp0F98iA?si=SU1mCxD6McRz26F0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, June 13, 2026

#WARLeBand #DamnBABE #ThatWasAColdOne #SkipToMuhLuLu #GreatestBallerNobodyKnowD #EverythingIsBroken @SolomonBurke #AllSheWantsToDoIsDance @DonHenley


THAT WAS ONE DAY IN TIME,
SURFING IN PACIFIC GROVE
Longer roads stretch in and out of the gardens, in Boston or Eden’s garden above or below
Cryptic zip codes keep the zones in sequential order to form the Fibonacci Sequence scroll
Hipsters and hippies saw that their fathers were beatniks and their mothers were footloose
Knowing exactly what I mean when I say what I mean, it’s not a secret to the culture refuse.

Catching a cold or a ball thrown by a shortstop to the catcher for the 3rd out & win in the 9th
It means everything to win every game all the time, but that’s not realistic; nobody’s perfect
But it’s fine to shoot for the stars and see how close you can get without a crash and burn
Bets say the odds are against every single human being living beyond 110 years on Earth.

Nobody gets out alive & it’s ain’t the case that you get everything you want anyway, I’m sure
Bring your full complement of defense to the battle, it’ll happen before you know it's cure
Probable cause to stop you and frisk you for the implements of disaster, guilty pleasure hot
Devils go there, witches eat there, goblins die there with wizards that conjured ‘em in a pot.

Simple mind in a complex body of work, bloody flow with gravity, and backup without digs
About why this is happening, accidental being in the right place at the right time, panaceas
Building a body of work from bottoms up, beginning pre-form & then shape a billion buzz
Happens like this, you didn’t have anything to do with it, y'all are hungry ape-wanton pigs.

Heads and tails on the gridiron’s football games, it’s a ritual without a bang for the bawl
Home or visiting teams at the mercy of the luck of the draw, ahead or behind, always high
Heads up and wag the tails for the ends justify the means, there’s no way around it all
Mind games without rules from the beginning to the end, just stay alive, don’t try to die.

Put myself in your place right before I died, and now I’m still alive, but I ain’t me, no fears
I’m a vague ghost, a chimera of a character, moving and reproducing blood, sweat & tears
All for the sake of the future beings I’ll never know, just because we’ve got identical DNA
Luck has nothing to do with the conception, gestation or matriculation in a drama’s play.

Perfect or not, living is better than being unconscious and in a universal funk without luck
Therefore, syllogistic wisdom is sufficient and necessary to give God a wink and a holy nod
Nothing you or anyone else could have done to have made it so different, race the hot rod
Think it changed on prom night, tuxedo & prom dress kinda plain Jane, slapshot the puck.

Hurt the feelings so bad that there was no repairing the damage that had been done, never
News or the same old stories for a narration at heaven’s gate when you hear Hell’s blues
Jackets and kimonos keep the secrets close to your vest, ready to adjust, so pivot in twos
Never to settle for just what money can buy, some things are valued more than gold fever.

Usually, you know what seems to be a mystery that nobody has an answer to, not today
Shocking your parents, siblings, amigos et amigas who all wanted to suck your soul dry
You’ve escaped and succeeded at leaving the past behind, without guilt or remorse too
That’s better for apes within us all to let it go, feel guilty, let God sort it out, Sunday School.

The universe of a university is the entire campus, student body, and faculty; it’s all there is
To the top of the tallest building, to the bottom of the lowest tunnel beneath the gridiron jizz
Waiting for the end, it will come like it or not, knowing your actions are your will to powers
Immortally, a concept of divine desire, a fear of rigor mortis & loss of air to feel the humors. 

Doing all of this over and over again ad infinitum, the world I see, hear & feel, taste & whiff
Used to be a star, now a dead star, this is Earth, all that’s left after the Big Bang, off a cliff
Darkness and the blazing light need the dark shadows to hide away from the crimson red
Parents dead, siblings dead, friends dead, haters never die, they hate that Life ain’t dead.

Mercy on me and you because of the pity invoked by the pretty good powers that be it all
Petulant children all over the age of reason, 21 to 101, all these poor folks havin’ a ball
Runnin’ the dozens down on each other’s corners, nobody wants to fight about word-Up
Except when you talk about a man’s mama, #HangTen end of the story, put your dukes up!
 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. 6-13-2026 AD @ 1525 hours PST
{ Cracked this out the matrix while jammin’ to a mix with @LosLonelyBoys #Mamacita & JUST HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a6eyInw3j6E?si=JCxeK4uYIzHf5Uyu }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

 

@SalvidorDali