#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Cars Drive Men Purple Fly High Roadie In the #GardenOfAllah #SheGotARock & #ImGittinSTONED #GoinToCHURCH (ERIC)

Purple Midnight Hippy

SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Utter nonsense completely full to the brim of the treatise, logic of logo;
Older than I am and older than I’m ever going to be in this body’s bones;
It’s no problem that I found out I was a mere mortal long before the end; 
Sublime elevation of my conscious Id at One above here and now’s Ego.

Superseding any earlier rules, laws or other commands, all annihilated;
Imagine Space you’re deeply immersed within, further on safe & sound;
No rocket ship of gas you can survive upon, in fact, the Earth ain’t round; 
Chamber of death without O2, pure or mixed, as above, so below dead.

 

There is a decision to be made, phuq up the mind of us all, below above;
Substance communicated in essence, a solipsistic argument foe, all love; 
Common or complex for the sake of us all, we’re the ones to be so many; 
Fear of the innocuous is a learned behavior as being a hero in a tragedy.

Hairline fractures in all four limbs when the impact occurred, I got pain;
Middle way I was, ALA 50 years on 2 continents, I ate fire & I drank rain; 
Worshiped the idols of flesh and stone rock gold for two minutes, I fled; 
Paid the price, paid the tax, it was a matter of drinkin’ the ambrosia red.

Heart & soul, out in the open figuratively and a day after death, literally;
Steel and robber to animate the theft & assimilation of golden calf feed; 
Marge & Homer spawned a few sweet love children, a very good deed;
Abandon all of your stuff you’ve produced from all of the utter chaos.

Ask not to mention sufficient with regard to the remains of the dead quarry; 
Animals and plants once living then dead & gone in the menudo of DNA; 
Drown underwater, collapsed lungs, seized heart, fail to assimilate RNA;
Comes a day when you die that you’ve got to say goodbye, all necessary.

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, it’s what it is, regardless of your take all;
From original perception your insight results with being in a holy freefall; 
Coming out of Space & Time with armor of skin and bone, dust in wind;
Laugh, cry & then die, that’s all folks, let you go now, all me you & I find.

Someday happens to be today, no tomorrow comes without this 1st one; 
Timeline midnight to noon & back to midnight, 24/7/365 point 4, all fun;
In or out of the sun, midnight to noon with no sun at the arctic circle It;
Inside the mind of the punk and genius, it’s all about the bovine scat bit.

If & only if I’m right then it’s impossible that I’d be wrong, tautological;
As if you can admit that it’s true, that I’m right, which I am, nearly 99%; 
Purple hue of midnight to 4:00 AM, annihilate the fools on the 18th tee; 
Persuading incorrigibles that one’s free pass is the only way into a party. 

Never drink, never smoke, never become ill or in dire straits’ far out ilk;
Searched & found what it at takes to succeed at all tasks, mother’s milk;
Freaks & silly fools, friends & soulmates, fill up the spectrum with fluid;
Deepest purple like a fuscia flow head to toe, Time-Space magic, I’m It.

 

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche July 6th 2025 A.D. @ 711 PMPST

Guilty Pleasure Is Good For @KennyChesney #BetterThanNothingAtAll #GoonGoneGregorius #GunsAndRoses #PulitzerPrizer

PHUQ'D UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION  {PUBAR}

Only you know and I know what the things themselves have done to our bull jive

Babies in bassinets or all grown up and on their own, payin’ excise taxes to survive

Bum-lucky got away with murder, gone up & down like a bobber in the pond scum

Weather makes the difference and the time of day, it’s the barometer of the bum.

Fishing for The Invisible with clickbait tried & true, all effort of feeding the hungry

They will follow the meals that drop for free from heaven above, blind cannot see

All above does come down here to get below us, ashes to dust & twilight zone rust

Intention to will the power to be alive forever & ever without end, It is God’s fuss.

Hearts and souls are all in it for the long haul, there’s no free will or choice’s whim

But also, but also and then for no reason at all, none I can glean, here I am in him

This lump of organized DNA, animated and generated out of pure super-atomic sin

Obedience to the thermonuclear explosions detonated by our kids, our Extinction.

Thoughts it was the species survival, unconscious or subconsciously driven to gods

Almighty One or many as the mythology warrants, intercontinental killing hotrods

News or old wives’ tales passed through all too human minds raised by the devils

All the living spirits residing in every breathing heartbeat animated by hunger bills.

Food for thought and the pennies you need to buy the food, or you can’t think “I”

Ego or the Id within your little heckle and jeckle of a bird brain, survive ‘til ya die

Then what, nothing at all but it’s fine, don’t worry & be happy you got one chance

To make it right up to the top of the heap, that’s Life as we know it, Earth’s Dance.

Now or never means you’ve got no time left to pretend you’ve got forever & a day

You have no more days or nights except this final one, tonight, it’s the night, lovely

Neither more nor less than the morons who’ve survived the Big Bang in utero egg

Minor & major application of things themselves, God’s head thinks, all my last leg.

Hooked by the small or large mouth, just wanted to eat not die in the process, Hit

And run on like a sentence without a period, comma or question mark of bull scat

Roars from the unspoken, crying cats who can’t awaken, the scheme in the dream

To keep sleeping giants & midgets asleep in bed or at the wheel, a divine scheme.

Killed or expiring of natural causes doesn’t matter to the state of rigor mortis stiff

Not to mention the putrid nature of organic matter in atrophy, unbearable maggot

Host of the things that were here before the RNA mutated to a Homo Erectus bot

Fissure keeps fizzing with the gas erupting into deep Space, cosmic slop in the pot.

Girl you turned into Woman who trued my dream, a miraculous search complete

Finish line was always there in front of my steps, I just couldn’t foresee the Teat

Where my sustenance reinput the effulgence I could no longer glean out a womb

Apple of my eye, it fell off the tree or the back of a truck, pick up or dump, boom.

Barking up the wrong tree you’ll not find the answer to the question unasked, It

All that’s left, no word, no name, no sound, no sign or point, line or formation chit

Got all of the angles until the lines connect into the circle of extinction ending 360

A compass determines direction & heading, open fire backdraft, fire it up Big City!

Swear to the divine ghost that this life is worth it, it’s a life worth the taking to task

Bye-the-Bye you & I walk, crawl & die like it or not, no mistake, no immortal flask

To hard drink a drop from dead-air both within & outside of a vessel’s invisible Rye

Be One to be, Nothing more nor any minutia less than a Big Bang, cryin’ Third Eye.

Bubbles of air created by a slick film of slippery scum, first thing created royal blue

Planned the causes to result in the exact effects, the way it is, that’s all there is too

Professor of philosophical solipsism, all your father saw, just a bloody hemorrhoid

Chasm, wide-open, heaven’s hell fell in a jackass’ trap with your movie? I am Void.

Flight landed a minute after take-off, Time travel better than in Space, all unmoved

Sounds of magic spells chanted in echo form, inside of a brass bowl, circle grooved

Emit photons, annihilate neutrinos, physics & astronomy professors all y’all in awe

Didn’t know, didn’t think, didn’t worry about the Truth, only the damn rent so raw.

Taxed before it applied to a principle, taxed again as declared by a payee to revolt

Parked in a no parking zone, towed my hotrod to a junkyard, beast got strip-rolled

Rock & rolling the place from the silence it garnered for the past week, sparks up

I welcome you to the show because you’ve paid a fee, a blood, sweat & tear cup.

Gratitude to infinity, bless every step you take upon cool cinders leftover bad love

Seared the dead meat, BBQ’d the muscles’ and infused the blood, for a high crow

Above the skyline’s stratosphere of no return, nobody gets back in here and now

Naturally the Way, Cause & Effect have no option other than Just Do It, my dove.

Good lovin’ movin’ the inner jump of juice that wants to mutate the form in utero

Love it yes, Love don’t know where it ever was in the 1st place, it’s 2 for the show

Counting in reverse order of one to one hundred, you’ll lose track and begin again

Over & over again, ad infinitum, it’s as if you’re @Sisyphus rollin’ boulders 1 to 10.

Burnt into remnant ashes of hooks & ladders, fire engine’s red, a hook & a ladder

To climb on the outside of bricks on fire up to windows for search & rescue scatter

Our Lady of Angels had children at windows, jumping out on fire, with holy ghosts

No matter escapes the big collapse, Big Bang Silence, trust me, ends of my posts.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, July 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Leaked by National Insecurity Agency this AM listenin’ to #WARtheBand #HITS

Link @https://youtu.be/rZvimCWQ2oA }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Pulitzer Prize in Poetry and Prose: Masterpieces of the Millennium

A Survey of Literary Excellence from 2000 Onward

Introduction

The dawn of the new millennium marked an era of profound transformation in literature, as voices new and seasoned crafted works that illuminated the human condition in dazzling, often daring ways. The Pulitzer Prize, established in 1917 to honor excellence in journalism and the arts, stands as one of the most prestigious recognitions for American poets and prose writers. This document embarks on a sweeping journey through the Pulitzer Prize-winning poetry and prose—fiction, drama, and nonfiction—from 2000 to the present, exploring the themes, styles, and societal shifts captured by these visionary authors.

Pulitzer Prize-Winning Poetry: Echoes of Modernity

The Poets and Their Contributions

The Pulitzer Prize for Poetry has often reflected the changing tides of American culture, giving the laurel to those who both honor tradition and push boundaries. 

Conclusion

As the new millennium marches on, the Pulitzer Prize continues to celebrate literature that is both timely and timeless. The poets and prose writers who have won this honor are united by their willingness to confront complexity, their innovation in form and language, and their ability to evoke empathy, wonder, and understanding. Their works are not only chronicles of their age, but lanterns lighting the path forward—testaments to the enduring power of poetry and prose.

In tracing the arc of Pulitzer-winning literature since 2000, we encounter not only the shifting story of America, but also the evolution of art itself—restless, radiant, and ever-renewing.