#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

SCHEMATICS OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT Y.O.U. @TheMonkees

GIGS COME & daGO

In the first instance, my main focus is an intent to remain happy

Through all thick & thin of the fiascos presenting ass to pappy

When I woke up from the dream, I inherited from Adam & Eve

Cryin' in a deep sleep, pinch hit a blue moon's GD MF reprieve.

I'd created a 3D weapon on my printer, and I fooled my dad, too

He thought it was real & got unhinged at the sight of its miscue

Once, the truth was exposed, the relief for the Father of damn it

Somewhere between the eyes & a solar plexus, all gods dream it.

Inferior nasal conchae are indispensable to pick up a subtle scent

Of fresh scat upwind from the downwind draft, yet I still indent

Paragraphs for the silliloquies to become immersed in muck-mire

Everywhere up, down, in and out for the good of the whack wire.

Nevermore to recall the innocence of being alive in a baby's body

Out of each one of our hands at first, we'll be responsible, no fear

Mother's womb emptiness fills in less than a year, hell breaks loose

Dream over, Life emits positive or negative vibes to play the blues.

Woe to you & me, nothing I can forget at all, that it happened, et al

Beer, wine, rye whiskey for a celebration that gets drunk, bad call

Mind is not wasted if thinking & implementing survival of doubt

Philosophy and science of the mind, step up & down, go in & out.

So, a moment you are asleep, then awake, repeat ad infinitum, etc

Why is the question.  You know it, I know it, we all know it, it's RA

Above the Space surrounding every piece of matter, rock or paper

It's a plethora of grounded pepper so fine, it's invisible to a reaper.

Hounds are released daily on every continent, grief raises surprises

That which nobody can fathom, that's normal to divinity's disguises

If a holiday is anything but another day, I'm surprised, deaf & dumb

By sunlight, taillight, headlight or divine light, eBook of sea sccum.

Bright as atoms splitting nuclei in outer space, it's a cosmic-lit tier

Ends begin with eyes wide open, to see how Nothing matters a bit

While living in 208 bones' material form, survival is the only way

To come and go in health, love & faith that this isn't one last day.

Broad strokes on the painting's work of the artist, mixing 3 atoms

Liquid to solid, afore it all turns a museum into cosmic dust tomes

Knowing what I don't know, now I know why I don't know it all, so

Easy come, easy go, you win some & lose some, it's a blow below.

Question authority's certainty, answers with uncertainty too, oh well

Being here is better than never being here at all, I think, hence I am

All there is, subatomic to macroscopic, cosmic totality of OM, bam

Crystals in utero, post-mortem essence, it is what it is, I kiss & tell.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, June 5th, MMXXVI Anno Domini at 0700 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ Dragged out of my bones, kicking & screaming about my new Collection of Poetry, "Signal/Body  Ghosted Chimera" & I believe that my quest is complete, I'm gonna go to @Disneyland but first I'm gonna watch some @RollingStones in concert link @ https://youtu.be/Bx1y21UbBGg?si=voiM-gg3lKD-2W-j }

#theRollingSTONES

#RedDirtRoad @BrooksAndDunne @TimingIsEverything @MontgomeryGentry @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall

41 SHOTS OF COURAGE & NEPHEWS NEVER DISAPPOINT UNCLES

Conceptual analysis of all too human OGs, four seasons per year, sorry, not sorry

Like a dry dream come true, there’s nothing twixt me & the cosmic horror story

It’s ironic at best and in the realm of journey over the airwaves of the godsmack

Bright or dull, it’s still light from the burning star we call The Sun, burns to black.

In the meantime, the artificial intelligence is merely the human race to capitalize

On the ways and means gifted to humanity by beings of another realm, y’all rise

On your feet & get ready to bow to the only person on Earth you’ll prostrate for

Opened eyes to see what’s been hidden in plain sight of the minions’ metaphor.

Cleanse your palate, dilute your consumption of quarks’ charm and love of Self

Race is on from the backstretch to the finish lines of New York, Philli & Chicago

Part of me is there & another part ain’t there, anywhere near an ocean sea shelf

I’ll get you there really quickly, as simple as Jack Spat, who could eat pizza to go.

Hearing is hard, and the sights are like being blinded by the oncoming headlights

The brights signal to the incoming driver that he/she/it has one’s brights on HIGH

Not to mention the fact that we’re then ridin’ blind and dirty, lockin’ in the rights

On the left, only if you wanna stand up & be protected by the 2nd sign of 3.14 ‘pi’.

Full disclosure isn’t as full as you believed with the blind faith you offered up to Ra

Men & women like sheep, corralled for their own good, wavy graves @RareEarth

Dingbat playin’ in a loop, from story’s origin to the finale, it’s all in the New Birth

Of your mice & men, a trilogy of confusion & destitution, from Origin’s under dirt.

You’ve got a lot of nerve, as much as anyone else born & raised here & now, hence

Go back to the good old days before you had power, now you've got it, jump rope

Code for the place you ought to be is #IxNay & never forget the #IxNay or you lose

The only way to open a door’s lock to the safe place is to recall & say abracadabra.

Thinkin’ that all Chicago police used to know my name, but I don’t know why, y’all

My grampas were two high guys of a Chicago candy factory & #HotFires of smoke

Broke it all down to the most common denominator, I’ve gleaned a fraction’s balls

It’s all over 1, One or Zero, existence preceding the essence, idea out of nowhere.

Have it your way, even though nobody ever gets their way, the motif of extinction

Knowing what you know right now, how can you prove it’s the Truth, I am thinkin’

All about the words, predication and recollection of the method that exposes S#IT

Are you ready like I’m ready, warning to the wise, wisdom is a fleeting kiss of SPIT.

Becoming something before egg & sperm merge, a miracle that can never be so

Think of this & that for no reason at all, philosophize on causes & effects of blow

If it’s got a seed, it will grow with dirt & water, some edible & ingestible forever

Some just the poison that gets your end to arrive before it’s time, hate the lover.

Monkeys mated, they had no idea why, humans do the dirty dog too, functions It

Machined with organic & inorganic conglomerations, pumping verve out of Void

We may not ‘deserve’ to know, & that explains the ignorance & innocence of S#it

Took full responsibility for Karma, can’t recollect, musta been a Bad Boy to avoid.

Hint to discover your purpose, don’t waste a minute of time, sleep less, get Woke

If you don’t, then you’ll probably die before you find out, karma takes it back too

Again & again until the finale fades & the curtain comes down with no encore toke

Loved the Good Ol’ Days, as I’ve said afore, I’ll break it down, memory turns blue.

Follow this bouncing ball; it will slow down and stop due to the force of gravity ‘X’

Unknown why the surface of a spinning glob of rock & muddy water makes Life ‘Y’

If it’s not a virgin praying hard to the gods, then it’s an accidental conception of It

Whatever we are, what this world is, our infancy knew the score, throwback S#it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May the 3rd year of the Lord MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Enough said #DevilWithoutACause @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/qcI_-OQlhv4?list=RDqcI_-OQlhv4 & #BigSmo #GoodOldDays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=leDlTSWsU01NvpZ1 & written yet comprehended in perverted versions of the olden days in an egg, all good old days, happiness’ ghost-God created divine Substance. }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

@StevieRayVaughn #STFU CHESS QUEENS PUT KINGS IN CHECKMATE WITH A SINGLE PAWN, DON'T TEST ME! #ShesGotMeUnderPressure @ZZTOP

AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ

Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.

Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.

Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.

You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.

Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.

Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!

Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!

 

 by 
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST

{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }

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