#GoneGIRL @MorganWallen #WORDup @KORN #BlackJackGold

Stand up routine 2^nd chance

Edification of your libido is some sort of Freudian Slip, livin’ your own life on tour

With the mental-psycho-physical presence up around here y’all, it rains up to pour

Crease in your slacks, crooked or straight up, all to prove you’re on a way to fame

Mother passed on the euphoria to my father & his production filled up the game.

Knowing nothing but sadness will put you in stiff competition for the depression

Humor and laughter cause the cover-up, distraction from the first last impression

God’s dams on Earth keep the rivers from overflowing the banks, Mankind control

Brief or longtime, she loves you in your prime or old age, it’s oriental for the troll.

Me and you playin’ the fool for the wise women who know it all, how to get it all

No man ever lived who could get through without his mother, know it or not fall

You didn’t know who held you up since you roamed on 52nd Street ‘round Zanzibar

Applause showed nothing but past time you had her backstage behind curtains.

Groupies all gone because the chords don’t wind ‘em up anywhere up in the fleet

Bruce or Barbie both switch identities as the need arises, spy vs. spy are a spasm

To get what you got to make it what you had & won’t release the UV halo plasm

Killed and hidden down below the red & black Earth silt, the dirt of Home sweet.

She’s gonna pull her panties down for me? Didn’t have an idea, I’m flabbergasted

Hypnotized by the horns and beats of the skins, strokes of the strings, sweet notes

High or low, it makes trouble look like a party on the patio, Life’s Earth alien hoods

New York state of mind, high in the Rockies with the love sweet rhythm & blues.

Continue onto the rebirth of the forgotten Jazz that will roll the rocks uphill to God

Chance that you recollect the things you’ve forgotten ‘cause you feared you’d die

No reality will ever be better than the one you see right there in front of eyes’ lie

Bring you back from the living on Earth to the dead in Tibet, just want my hotrod!

Jersey shore to the Great Michigan Lake’s shore, 2 unknown drops of love meeting

Somewhere between 1960 & 2025, it all came down to this here back’s bee stings

Thousands of minutes and miles from one another, a clash was God’s gift to a Man

Gave Man a Woman, God did it with eyes wide open if God had eyes, trashed can.

Pretend you have it together & it’s probably good enough, maybe it ain’t as well

Playing until we can’t play and can’t move around without help from nurse’s aids

Legend flashing alpha & omega radiation, beating cymbals and skins to back flow

Hit the ball, the music’s a hit, give me a hit, they’ve got a hit on you, or a stiletto.

Prenuptials are in order, postnuptially yours & mine as we please, nobody’s fool

We’re all educated and experienced in the ups and downs of a pitch-black pool

Bills paid, wealth remains in golden dawn donations, we will win what got lost

Our very spirit’s soul, the verve that drives our will to survive, y’ll paid the cost.

Kidding you not, my kinfolk & amigos not to mention amigas, it’s a matter of time

Driven around every turnpike and freeway, every interstate and expressway line

It happens to the best of us, you ain’t expecting something & boom, there it is too

Right there in front of your eyes like a magic trick, leaving you under a spell ruse.

Every single rotation of this Earth, that’s every single day, fictional Mon to Sunday

52 ¼ weeks for upto around or about a hundred years, a hundred rotations ala sun

Fully ripe or full fried, cooked or baked, nearly all life can be eaten if seasoned A1

Monstrous misunderstandings of things themselves, a 6 or a 7 gives it a sign, son.

Obviously, you don’t know the future shocks you’ll get regardless of hit or miss

As nobody knows it all for certain, I’ll give you three guesses, the 1st leads to bliss

Model-T your & my games with the House Rules that mutate as the game goes on

Haters ain’t going to transform into adoring fans, we’re BBQ scapegoat carrion.

The second chance we get if the stars are aligned, maybe all we need to sublimate

Fire and ice above and below our little feet, material thing spins in my checkmate

Game was over before you knew that it was a strategic maneuver of a black hole

It is done, at One, gravitationally collapsed subatomic tachyons, finite three, Goal!

Hens in the hen coup, the crown’s consumed the coup d’etat & all’s well, here now

High underneath the lowest part of the Earth’s core, that’s the secret, known cow

Hurtles & high jumps form the matrix until the program interrupts the wave’s skin

Bring your A game to the court, field or rink and you’ve got an even chance to win.

Hearts ache and keep beating, nevertheless, the ultimate destiny is seizure & stop

Like the love it had when beating to the rhythm & rhyme and slammin’ rock & pop

Nobody in human skin with homo sapiens bones gets outta this loaded globe alive

You never requested the journey, birth to death yet immersed in a loop to survive.

As long as you’re present, comin’ out of the past & goin’ into the future, hit it boys

Every move you make is animated without your own will, it appears as your choice

Subatomic to atoms to molecules to form conglomerations, that’s Life people say

If you contemplate the fact of life, your father will be pleased, you guess to play.

Play on the words or upon the stage before an audience of like-minded mortals

Animated the atoms, annihilated the metropolis’ brick and mortar, open portals

To be One or not to be One and be either a fraction of 1 or a multiple of an “x”

Look through an windowpane, you’re trippin’ the light fantastic, phantasm sex.

You know La Flaca? She’s somebody’s daughter, sister, maybe mother, lover

Even if you don’t ever get to run into her, there’s something you need to know

You should have gone out of your way to find out where she was & took a trip

Now there’s no turning back to get a rerun, it’s water under the bridge, you hip?

I know, you know, we all know what we should have known a long time ago, so

Better late than never at all, luck of the draw and a quid pro quo for any master

On the plantation of peanuts or cotton, wheat or corn, it’s the labor of the slave

Where it will all be in a thousand years is right where it was a thousand years ago.

Money and water to get from one place to another before dusk, in a safe place

Rode through deserts, tundras and prairies and I thought I was all out of verve

Follow me, in and out of the dream in your head, I’m outside over here you goon

Sister in the rear, what is behind is so fine, I’m speechless with needle & spoon.

Pronouns in my repertoire for the enemies of Mankind, who are legions of bugs

In every crevice and hole in the mud, blood & beer I dropped on my birth’s day

Mommy’s & daddy’s fortune yielded what you’ve got & all you’ve earned alone

Even when the generals talk, some of us don’t listen, but we’re warned to atone.

Platform to broadcast the message of the pagans and Christians, equal time space

Good and bad, beautiful and ugly, not to mention the dangerous tic under my face

For whom and to whom this all is intended, none of them are concerned nor am I

Hope & Faith driven by the Charity, dream’s over & I’m all woke, holy soul power.

Catch the beat, check yourself, Good God, I ain’t kiddin’, put ‘er there, gimme dap

Fist over fist to punch, lest ye be punched, knuckled the balls, a squirrel bitch slap

Soul power, a rhythm & beat hotrod incarnate rock & jazz until blues voulez vous

Coming & going from One, same ol’ place, forever, egg, bone & screw the putsch.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 409 PMPST

{ Syphoned out of the Void with compassion & #Woke body & soul while listenin’ to @DonHenley #TheBoysOfSummer link @ https://youtu.be/6RUIeX6UCT8?si=x2Id9gkaClSghX_e }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SailinShoes #LittleFEAT YOMurph! Coppin' a Sneak

AIN’T NO MURPHY’S LAW

Take my twisted word for it, that’s all of it and here at the lovely Hotel California, all ya need

Murphy’s voice says things no one comprehends because languages are foreign tongue-bleed

Until battles & wars waged kill the unhinged species of every continent, there will be chaos

Wicked or a bit bad, Saintly or mostly good & hardly squeaky clean, like y’all & your bosses.

I ain’t casting aspersions or in other words, judge not, lest I be judged, is my own mantra

It’s been easy to follow the categorical imperative to do unto others as I’d desire for a son

Nobody on the lawns in front of my house since I live I a penthouse of a high rise in a city

No need to fuss about going in and out for this and that, I ain’t worried about havin’ fun.

Watch the disguise of the discussion for the hidden meaning, there isn’t anything hidden

You’ll be analyzing the lines for what’s not there from my mind, it’s all an original, a big sin

Hiding lying eyes behind shades is a remarkable idea, I wish I’d thought of that years ago

It’s a fact of life that I was too damn cool for school, y’all many of y’all had the same show.

Chicago to Texas, Mississippi & Montana, California I spent those decades to rock & spin

All of y’all need to settle down & take total control of your behavior, don’t be a big screw

To the obedience of regulations & laws of civilized freedom to be alive & do what you do

Pretending is over, reality is setting into your conscious mind, cause & effects of action.

What was written on the inner cave walls by the intelligent Cro-Magnon, it’s already gone

Sights unseen and returning to the cosmic dust never before able to introspect upon One

On the stretches road that only a hitchhiker can access, picked up by locals’ antennae high

On demand that we all do and say everything perfectly as if we were perfect yet we ain’t.

I always knew I knew what Love was, what it is & always will be, a way to fixate “yo’ mama”

In order to fully appreciate the way that’s so narrow you think you’re on the wrong path out

Baked the goods & diablo’s evils into the ugliest amongst the tribes & herds worldwide Alah

My BIC lighter lit up the darkness with a spark that couldn’t be more than a radar blip, brah!

The load got loose, used the dump truck to drop it all off at the brickyard refuse yard dump

Pints swigged, shots fired in fireball form, boiled makers into a hot mess of cosmic debris

It is then, we’ve arrived at the future turned into the past, omnipresent in shape and form

North & South poles of the rotating, orbiting planets, Earth included, will animate eternity.

Call it fictional appellations so you can make much ado about the nothingness, it’s alright

Below upper echelons there’s a gathering for a big feast, stabbing with jagged, steely knives

It’s all for one & one for all routine, simple setup for the innocent & faithful to the blue blood

Harm absorbed, suffering in pain sublimated into a psychic realm of aftereffects the hood.

Lights dimmed into the black ultravioletish, low wavelength with that high frequency wave

I’ll wait here while you discover a reason for being alive on Earth, strong species all survive

Weak species become extinct & only resume their evolution through scientific intervention

In a test tube or a beaker, heated & corrupted in original form, a thing from nothing but sin.

Sin is laced and the cards are stacked, no matter how you slice it, you’re guilty of the crime

Allow your mother to read you mind but close it tight in every other case, it’s orphans’ Time

Guilt & responsibility for the morality and ethics of the minions, sabotage’s Idea itself, dies

As a phoenix rises, so you will too with or without the guardians, above the fray & holy lies.

Now, assuming Murphy’s Law is accurate, “If it can go Wrong, it will go Wrong.” Butter toast

Butter side down, gravity pulls the heavy side down too, on the ground, no worries mostly

Hard knocks headed in our direction because we’re in the way, move & pivot for correction

Frozen Time, melted in Space, expecting perfection results in that occurrence in It all, son.

Solids, liquids & gases are the reality of these doors between Us & eternity, pathos myths

Epic eras come and go, if not recollected via tools that mark surfaces in sensible glyphs

Money in gold or territory, it’s all it’s always been, nothing more nor less, a brief sojourn

We got the reason and the rhyme, we lived & we died mercy to you, my & mom’s unborn.

Truth is being told right now, I had everything in order, all categories full engaged in play

Monkeys on the soup line just like the people, they thought their mommies & daddies say

Just take the handouts, they got the program & couldn’t detach from deception, buggers

Full house with aces over cowboys, doesn’t beat four deuces, which is a hand in mine

I’llhump the bass for the backbeat of the drums, rhythm & rhyme to follow lemon squeeze

There is no subject, no object, no predicate, no adverbs, no articles, no verbs either, please

Leave out the super egos we inherited from immigrants who comingled diverse RNA decoys

Gave us the business, kids from the 50’s to the 70’s then tried to oppose us wonder boys.

Fierce as enlightened apostles of the void, no place in the universe for mankind’s silk ilk

Ends all come down to this, it began and ran its course between a bang & chocolate milk

There’s no joke here, why are you laughing, what’s funny, are you serious? Clowns stank

You know Murphy’s Law is that if it can, it will go wrong, and you can take that to the bank.

Ice melts, you know that & milk spoils, ex-wives miss you, at the border, you get pinned down

Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle, twinkle, little star, as a clown

Unknown about the unknown since before history began, a cluster ingestion down the throat

Hair is a feather in the cap for the style of cut your father decided to sculpt, #Hairpie, wrote.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-28-2025 Anno Domini @ 1533 hours PT

{ Crafted while Jazz jammin’ to top 100

JAZZ plus  https://youtu.be/tfUZomG97pI?si=F82UQq37H4AaBTAL }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@BowWow #AintTrippinMucho #AllAboutTheBASS & I served a @CriticalMass in a bottomless @BlackHoleElegence #OneHugeBlackHole @PhoenixA @CriticalMass @SamCooke

Walls fell in,

Kilroy was here

Ever since the first breath y’all gulped outside my mama’s womb, I was the only One

Belief in occult unknown is akin to belief in the known, knowledge is impossible, son

You can cause nothing other than what’s already been caused, all done two by twos

No stone has been unturned, the immaculate conception & the sperm intro, Blues.

Alcohol changes the perception of the audio-visual sensations, any chemical alters it

Survival skills become useless because there’s a loss of mental clarity, confusion chit

Subjects immersed in the predicates and direct objects, all to deduce the conclusion

That this and that is Life as we know it, astronauts know, they got the Truth suspicion.

Gods, dogs, stacks of cats and barnyard anima domesticated from a bungle in the jungle

Fear of dying locked into the mind, it helps a being to survive the hostile deep sea gull

Narcoleptic malfunction, awake for millennia without a nap, sleeplessness’ advantage

Ready or not, the end of you & I will come, sooner or later, no matter young or old age.

Morbidly obese in a fat head, fat mind loses it’s capacity to sort through categories of It

What It is, sometimes you think you know & other times, it’s an empty set of blather s#it

Down a slope quickly, on the slide into home, no block, no catcher, scored ‘bout the base

Pressed and obliterated beyond recognition, an amorphous blob of intelligence, my face.

Hotter than a pistol after firing an infinite number of rounds, m-16 ammo into a silhouette

Direct hits in the head after firing two in the heart, mark the bullseye, I’m cancelling debts

No more owing to me or anyone I’m allowed to entertain as family and friends, we’re even

As above, so below, entertainment, causes of happiness & its opposite sadness are heaven.

Alternative after death or in a spaceship blasting out of gravity, that is the mystery debt

Y’all know or you don’t know, no two ways about that, no in between in limbo, that’s a bet

I’ll win and I will lose some but, in the finale, the curtain will fall when the play ends in jail

Dream is spent, dry or wet still a dream within a dream, Edgar Poe ate ice man’s coffin nail.

Inside of the empty sets, Nothing dwells without the pending doom, a holy mackerel

Fine or not, the only way to know the Truth is to find it & remember it for yourselves

To say the words to the innocent or the delusional, emotional wrecks in utero, as I say

Energy from the sun, stars and the consumed seeds of life, animated and sublimated.

Nis the time not yesterday or tomorrow but today, this moment’s to be in straits dire

Prior to your conception, you were unknown, after your death, your tombstone record

Shows your name & presence on the planet in random years, it will crumble to dust or

Turn into Space’s cosmic dust, rocks that roll around in concentric paths about the fire.

It’s been measured that the sky is up miles high, after that it’s as if returning to womb

Repossession of the lost words that somebody that’s dead said before he or she died

Inherited communication from ancestors who knew you’d be the one who saw a tomb

Perfected as if meant to be, so temporarily insane that it appears normal truths lied.

Beating you upper now, like I knew all of the riffs of the smokin’ Latino Jazz/Rock/Soul

Near the salty sea’s water or upon the mountaintop full of snow, Truth is Earth lost H2O

Entire exoplanet used to be fully covered by water, H2O has been poured out into Space

Either pre-sucked out by non-Earth denizens or lost to the Void because of a pretty face.

Heal every little ill and sip the rest of the sweet wine of paradise and make it last forever

Dressed to near kill, feelin’ that the murder of living things for food or to you, The Fever

Dribbled to begin the pick and roll, handed off bounced pass and the hot-handed thrice

It’s the GOAT, always was & will always be the One, the only, all-time greats cream @ICE.

Being the only one who knows the secret to getting to the finale without an encore fine

Taking all that’s given, assume nothing & everything will work out in the solution’s opine

All know its presence, in the past that gets you into the future, all progressive blind faith

Divide and conquer the chaos of the humanity, punks without discipline, lock them up 8th.

Trips to the moon available to take you out on dates with your beloved, just took y’all away

Needles and spoons not to mention the burnt green weeds mutated by alien lab farms today

Like it or not, high or low, the pain will come & go just like the heat and the cold, it’s temporal

It’ll be alright someday when they bury you boy, girl too, apropos to the millennial golf ball.

Steps both above and below the basement floor, no elevator or escalator to be the eliminator

As I say and recollect the exact spell, the result is immediately expressed as the charm in her

On my honor, I have nothing but respect for the nature of a beast within, known or oblivious

Because with no spirit, there’s no soul or verve, sparks out of fire, t he God of Ridiculousness.

Just between the two of us and a million other readers, what you know won’t hurt you much

It’s what you don’t know down the tunnel ahead that’s critical, you’re in the center of mulch

You’re a seedling that’s on the way to consciousness immersion out-of-body experience blows

Recorded what you couldn’t recall to show you a Truth happened in flight, eagles love grows.

Before it all began as it will be after it all ends, a matrix of a Void, an infinite ultraviolet glow

Protecting the ones you & I care for as well as any we judge as innocent being bullied so slow

Quick to protect and as swift at removing any braggadocio from the event, an accommodation

Finale curtain drops, last word’s a smile as walls fall in, by the way, Kilroy is here, I’m lost son.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 26, 2025 @ 911 PMPST

{ Suspended judgement while penning this M.P. & inspired by LIVE @Eagles #InTheSphereInVegas on link @ https://youtu.be/dvAh0pp7tBk }

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