#IfICouldTurnBackTheHandsOfTime #RespectYourself #Cream @PRINCE

ROCK YOURSELF TO SLEEP,

WE’VE GOT THIS BOYS & GONE GIRLS

You knew that you were just too busy bein’ fabulous like the @Eagles sang for my swag

Walks in the moonlight, a bottle of wine & maybe some foolin’ around down by the river

Your place was the finest arc of the covenant left behind on the Green Water under stilts

So, being fabulous was a signal, significant yet modified beyond recognition, to the hilt.

Common knowledge and higher knowledge of zero wisdom, hello and goodbye for now

Love fell apart and I know what to do with my heart, locked up in whiskey bars, just blow

Worldwide from the origin to the final destination, I need to know you’re all gonna stay

Home or all alone, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m just bein’ magnanimous to you all day.

All alone & much too much company all day long, y’all always run out of time for crime

If y’all are the judge and the jury then I am indeed guilty of the crime, I will do the Time

Minimum sentence please because I can’t handle being locked up into a locked Space

I didn’t ask to come down here but I’ve been here before, dream in a dream’s pretty face.

Bizarre as the most unlikely scenario might be concocted by the most annoying spirits

Each & every one of them disembodied & searching dirt & mud for ghosts blown to bits

Sons of the daughters who bore the babies of men they loved enough to be too intimate

On or backstage all of the acting is paused, only empty vessels swingin’ & spinnin’ bait.

Paid by the hour, the week, the month or by contractual sum, grace of God in utero too

But matter and energy from above and below the web of the world, all is Scooby-Doo

For me & for you, all there is between the ears, inside of the skull’s brain matter, a fool

Lucky to have become at one for a moment or two, desire for 100 + years bein’ a tool.

Suffering is sharp pain of losing satisfaction & the pleasure of feeling good deep inside

Gods formed the stones’ arrangement in the land of Nowhere Especial, a winner stride

Carelessness in a fast company kept to your rear & sides, you’re headed nowhere, but if

In no time at all, you’ll get to the place it all winds up, no road is beyond the Pacific cliff.

Leaving you on a corner all alone was a mistake, I apologize for my innocent, hot creature

Now & then in my mind’s eye, it looks like it’s never too light but I blink & into it I disappear

Rockin’ in my rockin’ chair near a fireplace’s candle-lit electric, eclectic batteries of blues

Beating the rhythm as I felt your skin, saw your face, kissed your lips, so Life was not a ruse.

Days and nights without knowing this Truth were wasted in the Void, yet necessary evil scat

Sufficient to teach lessons of eternity to the innocent and wild on the backstreet of E street

Drunk on moonshine but I’m not drivin’ the rocket ship to hum of a 23rd psalm, bible-speak

I’m driving & smoking up Interstate 505 to utopia, arriving on Highway 1 soon, hippy freak.

If you think you’ve been on a long road, check out the invisible pathway with wrong & right

All too humane, as opposed to being an immoral, unethical lump of flesh & bone black light

Loaded on propaganda our ancestors left for ahistorical, bloody wisdom, I say, “Let’s roll!”

Whatever you say if you disagree, you’re excluded from the revolution post-mortem patrol.

Allow your windows to remain open to the breeze or the vagrants looking for a safe refuge

Creation at random caused the water and oil, bacteria and mankind’s cultural 3rd stooge

Somebody is smiling and so happy about the way things are and how they’ll always crave

Fourth way to change the momentum, no miracles can avert the final will to power, a grave.

It will appear brutal to the innocent, whether beautiful or ugly, nothing to be certain about

Playin’ riffs on the instrument of twang, strings steel or nylon, hollow dreams of a boy scout

Cap is off the toothpaste again, I did it since I live alone, nobody to blame for the deed I did

Lookin’ to hook up with someone to blame, nice teeth, nice smile, reflect image pyramid.

Heaven help us or don’t bother trying to paint a big picture that wasn’t here at the #Screw

Out of pocket and in the nick of time, paid for the entry into the Eagle’s Live concert venue

Step up & step out in style, beyond the Time of curfew, when the cops hunt the mob I’m in

Undocumented but I hide-out on vacation at the top of a scat-chain, a penthouse denizen.

Torture brings the Will to Bleed the Secret Plan behind civilization of humanity, dance slow

It will pass quickly if you sleep a third of the time, you will blink and it’ll be gone, just bow

Low or at least a head nod, bowing the gaze, eyes connect again, lost the beat once again

It’ll come back around for you, can’t lose this man who used to be a moron, I am your fan.

Deny the Truth, it’ll burn your bridges down to the rocks and water of the river runnin’ thru

All grown up in solid business skills, as usual, made all righteous & good in the deep woods

Hopping around like I had ants in my pants until I found out that was indeed what was all in

Over & out, Roger that & chill out, relax, here & now is what you get, apes phuqin’ up Eden.

A bite off of the Bitcoin leaves crumbs for the innocent and the wild on E Street, near Philly

Comin’ from south Jersey, we know the reason for the season, tears from heaven’s tiny city

Almost not there but just squeaked in under the six-gun, a .38 or .44 could have been Colt

Or @SmithAndWesson but either way, fire in the side arms will end the battle, as she wrote.

Bad company in the good and ugly space between your ears, skull-full of gibberish anyway

This right here is a revolting development resulting from not paying attention to the holy fray

Subjects & objectives of the predication are too late to save the Earth’s mortality, too cool

All you’ve heard & repeated ad infinitum, every silent tone’s sound is dead air in a scat pool.

Time to come and go as we please but we’re shackled by our closed minds’ stupid garbage

Baby born to this planet in the blood & guts of the mothers of Earthbound souls underage

Leave the game as a winner, never a loser who wasted precious time in divine commotion

As below your feet’s bloody mud, water or hard rock, as above a Singularity of mortal sin.

Hot as a fired pistol of six rounds or the womb of a shotgun marriage out of Eden’s garden

Bit off a bite of an apple to squelch rumors about me smokin’ Ganje cigars, BBQing chicken

And cattle or pigs from the frozen tundra icebox of the Mother, she lets us eat ourselves too

Mastication bloating edification & defecation far downwind from wild, olfactory sensations.

Y’all I am not guilty, I’m innocent of the crime & I’m tearin’ up this stolen car, riding all dirty

Crying or laughing at a hundred years old ain’t so bad if you’re still upright, layin’ it on down

I danced down 7th street and got to the party late, I looked around for a spell, she left early

Down at the shore, I got the chapel door’s handle in my hand, I couldn’t pull it open, clown!

Faithful to my need to bleed or the want to show off my prowess at twisting indecent words

Into remarkable pretzel logic featured here & now & then, every day passes into its 365 spin

Reverse whirling against the orbital trajectory and spherical velocity of the wobble, my kin

Fathers and mothers long gone, left this scat to analyze, unknown Zen, tweets of love birds.

Bring your spitballs to the gunfight, nobody will know what hit them in the eyeballs, splat It

Kissed on a cheek or lips, didn’t know your name but opted into innocence’s stolen valor bit

No coins for me, nothing is real just like the things that appear to be something, steal a kiss

Worth the effort, power comes whether you like to give it or not, stolen love can’t miss bliss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 4 Janvier MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam while twerking to @Springsteen #OnlyTheStrongSurvive in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/de2ZttHNdCM?si=0PiuIYpuxUvcZJui }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

41 SHOTS OR 42 SLUGS of JACK DANIELS BLACK #DiverDan #BruceSpringsteen & #ME #33rdDegreeze #BodiesInTheVestibule #TurninBackHandsOfTimeTo

DIVER DAN’S JOY,
MERMAIDEN-HUMANE RIGAMAROL

Fools believe that all deception is the Truth and vice versa, yet it’s better than nothing or Ai

Gold & a product of quicksilver comes in the form of a messenger harboring eye for an eye

My karma is your karma, all we’ve done alone once forgotten, whisperin’ sunlight pre-alpha

Omega comin’ down the long road to Eden, no sense in losin’ sleep about mama and papa.

Innocence before a psychological dissonance leading to being compassionate or heartless

Guilty pleasure of all people still breathing through the orbital revolution in perpetuity bliss

Along with commas & periods come phraseology’s random sounds, a predication wisdom

Subjects & objects relating to one another’s atomic configuration, eclectic forms of a sum.

What you are thinking about at any given time is a product of your own indoctrinated Ego

It was never your choice to either be conceived or deceived once still-born of wind’s blow

Only humanity escapes zero gravity, still conscious & able to shoot 151 Rum, I say phuqum

It seems most obvious to the casual observer that there’s no divine reunion postmortem.

Planet thought seed inside of your mind, abstract out to the stratosphere & beyond the pale

Where no human has ever gone before since the Big Bang, if there ever was One out of jail

No proof beyond a doubt, it might be false or it might be a lying error of prejudice flip-flops

Remaining schizophrenic after the 1st break with Reality, as we know it, I like it on my T-tops.

Spun around on a pin-balanced slide of centrifugal force, until friction robs the locomotion

This creature feature is on seven continents and seven seas, lucky to have been the action

My father got some of that action from my l’il mother & like magic, I’m an original first-born

Prodigal son to some & ignorant, misguided miscreant to others whose faces breed scorn.

Famous or innocent and anonymous, either way the mortality within seeks its secret hint

A bit about why you’re alive on Earth, why life exists at all & what lives postmortem’s mint

Trinity of the holy trio of invisible abstractions yet sons, fathers & holy ghosts are the lovers

Of you and I and our families who’ve descended from the orphanages of Disneyland rovers.

Serious about the haters turning into lovers of everything under the sun, then it happens

Unknown is what cannot be known by the wise guy or wise man or woman, dread the hens

Nothing gets away from justice and discipline for long, better to dress up than to lay naked

Like a j-bird in a solitary cell with one small square window to see Nothing, for God’s sake.

Killing the messenger won’t obliterate the message which never lived so it is perennial as I

Hence, ready, set & go for the finish line, straight ahead around the bend, now learn to fly

Higher than mountaintops but lower than a stratosphere, what’s clear is no bodies suffice

Populations fully unrecognizable in group or as individual soul, invisible blues on cold ice.

Don’t lie to me unless you believe the lie is true, then it’s OK with me, you know I know too

Die yesterday, today or tomorrow in harmony with the dream within a dream, brothers’ blue

Ending is happy, clean up mess on aisle five, repeat above & below, mankind fortunate son

I can’t and I won’t stay here & now forever, takin’ pills & smokin’ ‘til I’m chokin’ just for fun.

Retarded genius filling in for the naked apes who remain anonymous to the herd of turds

Meaning that if you know what happens when YOU die, then you’ve been blessed, birds

Think, therefore you exist & if you didn’t’ think about it before, you have now, so y’all exist

Midnight Special shined a light on me, turned werewolf momentarily, turned a hairy fist.

No fear any longer, in the dark I’m the blitz of zero entity, I found a dropped dime on me

Getting’ busy with the dirty rats that survive the poison & traps that snap backs of Betty

Descended heirs of the mommies and daddies who had no idea why they conceived it

Inherited all the silver and gold gleaned out of the Mother’s dirty stones, all cave scat.

Sensation & comprehension of the deductive & inductive conclusions, Love on high wire

Essence precedes existence & everybody knows it, it’s like love & marriage in a glass jar

Bizarre like the tweets of a twitter user becoming the holy word salad of the holy grail bar

Chopped off the arms, the legs and the head to leave the trunk of a squirting funeral pyre.

There in Space, now at this Time, Fire & Ice have our only refuge in this galactic zero-grave

Any astronaut will attest that We are all thee is, Nothing communicated there’d be a Save

As if calling yourself on your own cellphone to see where it is, it’s lost & fallen to 208 pieces

How many times can you repeat the same operation perfectly? Many times, never ceases.

By the time you read the last word, you’ll know that I always must stream the last word

To be or not to be as bleak as the absence of joy from the hunks of meatheads, it’s a bird

Let me tell you about the rhyming of the reason, first the Truth is, there is no reason, but so

Irrational speed of Light hopes & dreams increase acceleration to Singularity’s low blow.

Dripping with the fullness of the void plethora, no Time in Space to share the grace of gods

It’s not for me to say what’s true and false for anyone other than little, old me, racin’ hotrods

Hearts & souls into the apprehension of the reason for being alive, it’s occultic mind-throbs

Secrets in full view of both infidels & chosen saints of the sexes, of horizontal human bops.

Dolls & corpses of former, living bodies that animated the skin and bones on the spectrum

All become the dust in the wind from the whirling spin of the Big Bang’s product, dirty Earth

Good to be of the rocks that roll around the ellipse, with eyes to see in the darkness’ lights

It’s electromagnetic buzz of life, infrared and ultraviolet, it’s Life as I know it all, That’s Life!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, January 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #HiddenCollection 33rd Degree Knowledge on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PHSritpErB0?si=OMYyrKLw0-SDJWAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HARMONY time

#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

#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@KORN #WordUP

@PABLO_PICASSO 

WHAT’S UP?  Love’s enough,
MORE WORDS TO DIE FOR

I ran out of lies that even gods despise and it’s water beneath your highness’ bridge

Nothing I can do about the river of life’s current or thrust to the seaside sand ridge

It’s exactly like this above & below the twist & shout of silence & bliss, spoiled brat

Impetus to run out of solar energy to burn into a blacker hole than a ghost in a cat.

Take and put it back where it came from, post haste & never forget the owed debt

Speaking language from baby to adult, misdirected & miscomprehended empty set

Adaptive learner from calculus to trigonometry & back to the geometric algebraic cats

Diamonds to space dust, it will spin, it’s learnin’ the Truth without hedging the rats.

Learnin’ that the lies are the good, bad & ugly part about Life On Earth, I’m winning

For now & hope with the grace of the gods, I’ll survive unto the 2050’s mortal sinning

Seriously folks, thoughts remain echoing from Big Bang to the Tiny Peep, mercy gism

Ultraviolet to infrared of the spectrum’s appearances when distorted by crystal prism.

Hay is for horses, I’ll feed them later, I mean “HEY” & it’s a call to legs, not arms, hence

Give it all you’ve got, there’s nothing else that will move you more than common sense

Whisper the lovers name in their ear when you get the chance, it won’t hurt to be nice

You may never get another moment in the future, it’s not your fate but it’s a high price.

More than anyone wants to pay, can’t get it on credit, it’s all pay in advance, straight up

Promise you’ll pay for the wins and the losses since you are both the loser & the winner

Chills up your spine like I spoke your peace that you couldn’t verbalize, linguistical fear

Bills and invoices all paid before they got invoiced, all of Earth’s rhyme & reason’s tear.

Murphy’s Law is written without letters, words or tales form the dark sides of our ol’ kin

If it can go wrong it will go wrong but if there’s a probability that it’ll go right, we itchin’

As if I know that everything depends on my intent & placement of my will, as it happens

Magical occult creating cause and effect of microscopic & macroscopic Joy & Suffering.

When you die, all of us will see the Truth, eyes wide open to rigor mortis, need stuffing

Burial with or without the celebration that we’re all gonna go sometime & some no delay

Pray it ain’t you or me but it’ll be whomever gets the last breath, silent & quiet in a finale

Much like wakin’ up after a dream, Life is your sleep-deceit, die, awaken, immortal King.

Love that never asked for more was the only love I ever gave or took, I was a perfect fool

Still, silence is the best part of the storm, when it’s over there’s nothing left but me & you

Everything else drifts away except your touch, our look into each other’s inner soul Geist

Still inside or outside of the whirl of the planet, eternity is a certainty, grace is my Ghost.

by

richard joseph stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Freezember XXX^th, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST