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EYES WANNA GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS 

As above, so below means whatever will be will be, by Jove, and it’s a fact of life

Nothing anyone can change about this existence’s origin or our spirit’s final knife

Now then, be that as it may, for one thing, there wasn’t a peep before a Big Bang

Seen on video in utero, an egg turns into a human, a chick, or a fat lady who sang.

Tomorrow, today will be yesterday, ad infinitum; it’s the narrow way in a holy flow

Never stop or ever give up, when you stop & look back to see it’s all done gone, yo

Every day and night, games get played by me or someone when I’ve fallen asleep

Material Form is reduced to dreams that disappear every sunrise without a peep.

In the ocean of where holy water used to be, there’s just an empty suit in 3 pieces

Obviously, with no doubt, everyone but me knows the whole Truth & nothing but

If you know the mess hall and the poop deck, then you need to say no more at all

It’s understood, sailors ship out to the port & return when their tour of duty’s out.

No blood spilled, and the boredom has beaten the resistance out of the skeleton

Mind and body are at One and trained to survive idle threats to fight another one

Bears and bulls live to make more on the Earth for the ones who are all too human

Sweet kisses last forever in my memory, I swing & rock out ‘cause I’m a mega fan.

You were told & you believed that you have an immortal soul in your skin & bones

Ready for the journey after the last gasp, eyes wide open to see reality of the suns

Stars everywhere in the matrix, including our sun, yours & mine & everyone else’s

Being present is sacrosanct; only you can lie to me because you’re covering me up.

Yet, seriously folks, it’s no joke, no punch line will make you get laughs you crave

Any language gets the point across to those who comprehend the subtle nuance

Known to be understood by nobody you know that’s alive, some soon to be gone

Every breath you take, you exhale back to my soul’s rippin’ rhapsody, mind blown.

Never forget about anything in case you need to recall the thing itself, it ain’t easy

One way to be locked up in a rut without an escape route, then there’s free ballin’

In every case, if & only if the propositional assumptions are without knowing dads

Logical, unequivocal knowledge of this, that & everything drawn on iPads, all mad.

Deep down in the soul, invisible yet felt as if it’s a ball thrown for a touch of blood

Sinners reclaiming nirvana, heaven, hell and limbo between the two, I am It, son

Twenty monkeys melted the snow and there’s more left over as the day goes by

Bubble-headed fades overwhelm the host matrix; I’m left in a puddle of dirty mud.

Better watch yo’ back, or you might fade away before you know it, slice of Life Ho

Klik-Klak rockin’ with this poppin’ on the corners of the dirty windy city, bitch blow

Beggin’ for more every morning, every night glad it’s over and all gone, in the mud

I need the mud, blood and the beer, a shot of JD Black keeps it real, I’m The Blood.

Swing at the fast screw balls and aim for the sky, it’s black or blue, but the ball falls

By gravity’s grace, we are grounded in the One Earth we hope lasts forever, It calls

All of us, separated by skin and bones, only the light keeps us alive for a NY minute

Sun, moon, stars & the ethereal Space between them all, what we are, a GD mutt.

Blisters on my backhands, but gettin’ stoned on junk and drunk on spirits that fly

Redneck Rich, name from the rocks of granite and a 12 gauge in the corner to die

Rollin’ dice and playin’ cards with the pine Kush burnin’ the smoke, we on hot fire

Shakin’ things that need to be shook, it’s the narrow way, extreme climax buyer.

Mud’s all good in the hole, understood that omegas do what they do, pig feet s#it

Around the world’s globe, think it looks like God out there, drop down in the flow

I ride horses, Mustangs and Camaros until their super sports blow the piston hole

Mixed drinks, pine blown higher than skies over planets, a Void with morons in it.

You rise and get woke up with bullet holes riddling your skin and bones, last rites

Tennessee got overnight letters from ol’ Chicago, cut a trillion bucks in gang fights

Purple passion pine fills the air on a dare, Mamas & Papas made gangster orphans

Certainty escapes into a vacuum cleaner, dust, dirt & pebbles broke into Stephans.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, March VII^th MMXXVI Anno Domini 0755 AMPST

{ Crafted before birth, finally it’s been baked & ready for dissemination before the insemination thanks to inspiration of #NothingLikeTheRealThing in a loop on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@MorganWallen @kidRock @JohnColtrane & surprises out of nowhere! #SippinWhiskeyOutTheBottle @LynyrdSkynyrd @Santana #JagOff

GOT WAY MORE THAN I DESERVE, MAMA

This is non-negotiable when you hear the sick tale I’m about to relate to y’all

I can’t thank you more than a million times, well maybe two million shots of ball

No strings, shackles or chains on my legs and no leash around my neck, freebee

A dog waits for the days the boss of the food goes to throw the purple frisbee.

I am ready to roll whenever the moment presents itself, unless I’m goin’ to the casino

I like to roll the dice, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose but it’s so much fun to blow

Small fortunes, savings, property deeds, came via hard work & disintegrated with pharma

Before being born nothing was wrong, before I die, I’ve accumulated nugatory karma.

Before revealing what will shock your deep sense of morality and ethics, breathe deeply

When the sharpness of matter cuts down through the skin and bone, a colorless supply

Dead man’s touches come every day on Earth, might be you or I or somebody we know

You lying to yourself allows you to lie to your friends and foes, a significant other also.

If you please, pick some invisible tweaking magic to the nervous system, vibrato Kool aid

Dusted off the armor & still sharpened sword, knife hidden in plain sight, drop back, fade

Pretend no more when the blood lets out of a circulating, backbeat system of the heart

Once the final beat pushes in and out the last time before the cadaver lets out a phart.

Don’t shoot the messenger, look it up, google it, all you get is the final ghost push of gas

Turns out the soul/ghost/person was an illusion in Time & Space, final chapter a finale

All you thought you knew was nothing more than dead men’s guesses about the gods

None, many or just one who happens to be three persons in one, a trinity star blast.

Don’t shoot the messenger, this was the Word before I was conceived by ma & pa, had a bawl

Listening to the meaning of the words I’m listening to, I’m distracted by the look of your face

Disturbed as a disturbing dream that you know will end soon, no matter what you do in Space

A Deja vous may be fine with you but not me, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to inspect it all.

Who devised this enculturation other than the fathers of the church & queens of Earth?

Nothing will move the direction other than forward, after all we’re a planet’s afterbirth

To be or not to be the way you are is no alternative, it’s a demand, don’t ask me why

All you need to know is wisdom keeps you alive until tomorrow, do more than get by.

Shoot for the stars you’ll never get to, it’s impossible for real, but it’s a metaphor of chit

It’s all the elders spout off after being unsuccessful at being happy all the time, full of It

Nothing they can do about it though, it’s a matter of being in the right place, wrong time

Rigor mortis makes Adam & Eve appear to be mythological folklore, not worth a dime.

Kicks keep getting’ harder to find when your legs don’t walk like they used to, toes a chillin’

Still got the music rockin’ and rollin’ when the ol’ sun goes down, by the sea or lake, I’m all in

The girls and boys all come back for more, whenever the sun sinks down, it gets a lot hotter

Dancin’ under the waning gibbous full moon on a super February night, the stars are shinier.

Follow me like you could never follow anyone else since your father expedited your privilege

Expectations work, keep up the positive thought, we need no reinforcement, we’re on the edge

Getting to the ends of trips I took was the whole point, seeing if I could survive the goofiness

As you know, I’m the one that tucks you in at night, I’ll see you after the dream’s over, I guess.

Better off that I stay far away from the despair of being anywhere but by your side, all by me

Pretending doesn’t quite feel like swimmin’ through your veins, only being right here baby

Monday to Sunday, all of ‘em in between I got your front and back, all I have is your property

Wind at my back, flyin’ to infinity safe here and now for now, Past Time, Space ain’t for free.

Thinking about takin’ it slow now, seven decades flyin’ below radar at speeds of sound perks

You know every inch is like a mile when you take it slow, fast as you can, heroes and all jerks

It’s like love and marriage, you do it to get a tax break every year, have kids, tax & high bids

My dad had 6 kids, my friends dads had 12 & another 10 kids, 6 parents, 3 women, 28 kids.

Sang about it, anything like makin’ more humans, if you know what I mean, then you know

Trading in the poverty for the incognito rock star life on the islands and nobody will ever go

Fiction or a Truth about all of the chit that happens to all of us every day, out of cool schools

Go back to sleep or stay up all night with or without the speed-dial, Rock Stars are cool fools!

Begin here, poor, ugly freak lookin’ for a dream come true, not bothering to go to sleep first

Saw her with her friends, I told her I loved her and she laughed at me, at least I didn’t curse

It could be worse, but I doubt it, lessons learned without paying the price for being present

Got saved by hot Stacy’s or maybe holy Annie’s mom, either way, how lucky to be 17 today.

I will never repeat this again, however I suggest y’all memorize the following in essence too

You are who you were before your conception, human being, nothing or divine cosmic stew

Boondocks, bayou, downtown naked cities, country creeks & mountains, heart & soul coup

Babies raised to breed their own over again, who I am, who you are, we are all One group.

Tin roof, front porch and a gravel road in Pilot Hill, California, down from Kool & Coloma hill

Up and down, you get a line and you get a pole, we’ll go fishin’ in the craw-fish hole, I will

Church on Sunday morning, smiles in the pews back and forth, to and fro from the gospel

God, creator of the brave and free, I’ll reward myself for finding the Truth, heaven & hell.

I will recollect what the forgotten memory I never received from folks who never knew at all

Best I could do is seven decades of breathin’ & out the air that I love & hope I will never fall

Yet I know eventually we all gotta go, wherever & whenever it happens, it’s a twilight so far

Fishin’ for me, where’s the twilight zone’s 4th dimension and the 1st One, I’m Being Singular.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 3^rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #HowFarIsHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak?list=RD0Gjx-ZQuQ_Y }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatItIs @TheTemptations

Remember what the doormouse said

Not only is the future an illusion but also the present lasts no more than a flash bulb

As soon as it lights up the surrounding area, it fades away to black, slowly cooling hot

Obliged to follow up with no one about anything, free spirit just lurking on the planet

Listening, musical sounds of loud noise & silence, an infrared & ultraviolet hallucinate.

I drank the Kool-Ade & ate the magic mushroom in the middle of the 10th avenue freeze

Out of the blue or grey, I can’t exactly recall but it was for certain, unexpected black dog

Loose without a collar or license to roam the city streets or country roads, wild will kill

Keep that in mind, even if you raise an animal from its maternal birth, you’re still a shill.

Inside of a pint Ball jar, content’s conserved & out of the atmosphere’s light & sunshine

Creating all or nothing in a vacuum as God above & below Earth did with a logical cosign

Only you know & I know that food to feed the head with is metaphysically fuel for a glide

Drop one pill or another for no reason other than your friend said, take this, open up wide!

60 years post-cranial funk, strawberry double-dome to orange sunshine & purple microdot

I shall divulge the truth of what knowledge & wisdom exists today, it’ll fade to black ingot

Care about nothing, care about something, a thing you play strummin’ your axe’s E to E

I hope you get the picture in living color & hear the sound in surround-stereo for posterity.

Knowing as much as I did the day I conceived, I’m leaving Earth with the whole shebang

I listened to my mother give me good advice went in one ear & out the other, I say dang

I should have not only listened but also followed solid pointers to success at city love life

Before a finale of a saga, C-notes on Oak Street Beach, heard it all & then some, alewife!

Called the saviors rubbers to cheat intercourse of the discourse, imagination dropped it all

Sisters & their mothers hung around for comfort & venison stew every other day in Fall

Brothers and their fathers either hunted or helped females gather the winter staple supply

Survival of the most fit, who don’t get poisoned by free radicals prepared to set & edify.

Peer pressure useless to top dog of the herd, how often can you repeat chit in the slammer

Ad infinitum because it doesn’t matter if you fall asleep middle of your confession of sin

Mortal or original as the case may be, inherited your ancestors’ karma, how lucky is that?

Ain't a thing anybody can do about it except accept reality, block ‘em like Thor’s hammer.

Melody shocks nobody, lyrics & the rhythm movin’ the spirit & soul, in or out your mind

Plucking your strings so you can watch audience smile & bob their heads to n' fro, I find

All on the side of big, fat nothing, zero less zero sums it up to zero, fatal fate of hot shat

Imagine before you’re conceived, you can't recollect Nothingness, it’s a bullseye target.

Beef, pork, fowl, aquatic game, consumed, defecated in regular fashion, hunting & fishing

Survival of tmost adept at acquiring meals, healthy storage for avoidance of starving sons

Food on Earth isn’t available if you’re not fortunate enough to be the kin of the Great ones

Provided for the herd, knife, arrow & ordinance form, no other choice, be or not to being.

Still in the dead of the night when only a Grateful Dead trick you into rockin’ your bones

Where it’s all at, begins & ends right there in the presence of people with no cell phones

Listen up as if your life depended on recalling all words’ meaning, hang by neck ain’t hip

Nobody wants shocks, poison or to be chased off an ocean cliff into a sea, love lets it drip.

Pain & pleasure animating your kissers after y’all folks leave y’all orphans’ leftover grunts

Bass plug into the amp, let the beat flow the treble without a plan, don’t use word #kuntz

It successfully concludes in a rational deduction, first you ain’t here & now, you are, so

Appearances are one thing, but Timing is everything, without Timing, Void equals zero.

Only you know and I know, others will postulate and fail to gain any epistemological data

We’ve got the only key, invisible code only visible for a second every midnight 1-formula

Unlock the doors, fly high as you’d like, you’re comin’ down in gravitational collapse too

Never forget the gravity of every atom in a plethora, as I said, “You’re dead! Code Blue!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier XVIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Check under the hood before you take it for a test ride, I blasted this out while jammin’ to the @JerryGarciaBand LIVE 1976 New York Harbor on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HGf2YgJsubk?si=lZayHr9DWPCfGSeY }

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