#Ends @Everlast #FatherOfMine @Everclear #MyDaddyGaveMeAName & then #HeWalkedAway @Matchbox20 #WishTheRealWorldWouldStopHasselingMe

POTUS TRUMP

CHEVROLET CAMARO Ss

BLUES GROUNDED,

 WINGS-DOWN

Forever and a day from the momentary lapse of reason, you know the drill, reverse fast forward

Kicked in the arse and the head, depending on who did that to me, all will pay the piper cannard

Not only do you know nothing but also you can prove that nobody gets to survive death of Ego

You & I are both a step away from the next step, up or down, staircase or just a small step to go.

Breath stops because the diaphram becomes moot, no push or pull, no heartbeat pumpin' muscle

All you know, all you can recall from the day you began this journey, it's all a load of hooey chill

Fear of the ending leaving you alone in outer space without a ma, pa, bro, sis or buddy, hard sell

What it is and always has been is a journey from unknown to unknown thing, pretending it's hell.

It is the meaning of the beast of burden to perform without obstruction, cause & effect of a mule

Moves the burden and heavy load of needs and wants that can't be carried by the weak & woke

Saddle up & get ready for the honor of being the rider who gets through storms, alive as McBeth

Few are called and hardly any are chosen, to be or not to be the one in charge of life & all death.

Philosophical school called off, anti-thetic Truth is required & doesn't require counter-examples

Cry no more, it's as good as being all over, no choice, no other meaning other than, push & pulls

If you ain't a fool then you know you're so lucky to be alive for this tour of duty, here & now, so

More than that as if Utopia and Nirvana and Heaven are better than the Oneness here and now.

Dear to me are the deer that run free on the plains and in the foothills of mountains, I aim arrows

Hit the targets' hearts & put them down within a moment from the kill, I drank up their red blood

Dressed & brought to the butcher to chop & wrap for my deep freeze, the winter is ready for me

Staying alive at all costs, staying warm and injury free, disease and cold devoid of me, healthy.

Proof of Life as the proof that Truth is a Lie, that proof survives true or false, it's abstract myth

Pressed and pulled back and forth, to and fro, repeating the motion until the breach in the stith

Looking like I'll survive the threats to my bones and soul, nature callin' to break it all down too

Nothing personal, I don't take it that way yet reality is, aged humans die, some young, turn blue.

Head above the ground looking forward as far as vision allows, eating, sleeping, providing it all

From top down to the bottom, air fills in the empty, infinite spaces, rocks and stardirt effulgence

Prick up your ears & listen for the secrets that can't be verbalized, psychic transmission frequency

When you find out, you realize you've always known but it seemed incredible, it's Truth now I see.

In the outs come the rest of the story, cause of the First Cause is moot, it's impossible to create

Prior to the 1st there is a Void, a holy and empty spot in the matrix, full of subatomic charm fate

Love goes in and out until the climax, then it's the rest of the story, conceive, gestate only to die

No heaven, no hell, no purgatory, no evolved Nirvana or even a Void of light, atomic bomb date.

Hot & holy, frozen stiff full of sub-standard awareness of being within and around a superego

Take this time to be aware, as if you've already died as you were before your conception to go

Journey among the many who won't care for the Truth or your take on it, keep it close to a vest

Safe there by an i-heart, let's ride, shoot or stab ME in the groin, God will survive me, I'm fittest!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, November XVII, MMXXV Anno Domini @ HIGH NOON

{ Wrote while jammin' to @MontgomeryGentry #DaddyWontSellTheFarm in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9kCzHHPy_JQ?si=i7_35IIGVhX7HpUY }

#NotAmused #TotallyEdified #YouCanLeaveYourLidOn #BBQrednecks #RedneckWoman #WereRednecks #BrothersTillTheDayWeDie #ShortPeopleGotNobody #DeadMansCurve @JanAndDean #CrossroadsFestival #SlowHand

1969 SS Camaro 383ci (small block)

REASONABLE, LOGICAL, DEAD END

Gilded loins as if that wasn’t destiny for every single man & woman conceived

Love and the lack of it is the revolution and the orbit around blown fire-seed

Happy as a sad creation might be if the creator died or ran away with a spoon

Miles and miles of trials, piles of scat as high as a kite, not quite the old moon.

Dripping due to gravity or else everything would remain copacetic as the Void

Keeping in mind that everything is at the bottom of the big idea, Truth to avoid

Subjects and predicates come into view, don’t analyze the compost of menudo

It’s all going back to the original essence, cosmic egg-full of empty atoms’ GO.

Hints of the things only a blind man with a bitter taste and olfactory nonsense

Every single multiplication of zero times zero always equals the inevitable zero

Dot, dot, dot, dada, dada, dada is all nonsense but it keeps the beat & rhythm

Punks off the streets of America, north or south, Euro-Asian-African-Aussie vim.

Punched in the face feels like the way it did the day we were born, we saw light

We went toward the light unless cesarean, only then we got the shock to fight

For freedom and just good oxygen and water to drink as we collect & hunt food

Sailing seven seas or seven continents to roam, like a virus, mankind got so rude.

Eating most everything that’s alive that you don’t need to remain alive and well

Apes could paddle a raft around 7 seas until they’re all annihilated by ordinance

Pump up the rhythm and rhyme, required for the end of lives of our food, pray

Thank the stars above and the diamond dirt below, we survived “The Dance.”

Peers have none, they’ve been purged from the system, only zeroes & ones left

In an infinite recombination of acid, effulgence of subatomic particles, all Gluon

My old home ain’t home any longer, it’s what happens once abandoned for fun

Memory of what I forgot was meant to be, y’all wanna recall, The Day Y’all Die.

Invoices paid, shredded back to zero, nothing to show but a pitiful pile of cash

It ain’t worth more than a pot full of gold, at least the one you smoked, a dash

Freedom from death isn’t an option, you ate the dead things, you’re capitulate

Mer, way Marie, Jojo fallin’ out fenetre, Al-Rob exit stage right, twins two too.

9 steps for the slinky to spring on down to the bottom of the case, bottom’s up

Like it or not, the transportation by air, rail, interstate motors & ships all phuq’d

Little eyes and tiny eyes lookin’ up at the mommies and daddies to see what it is

Nobody knew & couldn’t say, all pretended to be wise, a myriad of actual #Jizz.

Pioneers and the facts of life they went by in their everyday lives are now extinct

Until the last drop of blood, they fought battles and wars for irrational reasoning

For the king & the queen, for the people, for the proletariat all in vain, “X’s” gold

Needing nothing & wanting every byte is good, bad & ugly, leaf substance rolled.

Seed breaks open into the atmospheric space, husk disappears & reverses roots

Gravitational collapse rules override the power of the will, we’ll all be in cahoots

With the power that is, powers that be, we can’t go wrong, we have the answer

Hold Earth’s last breath if you can, you’ll fail that fool’s mission, glad I knew her.

Broken wing can’t fly without the other one, pitiful to know, death’s one’s Fall

Nobody gets any choice to get out of here alive, my girls and wives all crazy Zen

Inner or outer space have no essential difference, then your presence dims it all

Awareness of being awake and getting tired, falling asleep, dreaming It AGAIN!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, November XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini #HighNoon

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @RandyNewman LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/wR0D6HJms8w?si=0RNZ7GFPP5axCElz }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

My Dinner With Andre #SaveMeFromThisPrison #HelpMeGetAway

SHORT PEOPLE & GOLD AMOUR

In and out of Gold’s same thing over and over again, ad infinitum, it’s matter & form

Moved the unmoved mover over to the left then over to the right, final dropped worm

Like a hit of LSD-25, grubby little fingers want to get their hands on it, it’s all a trip too

From the beginning to the end when you come back to your Earthly mind, God blue.

At the end of the universe, your consciousness blinks and it’s all over, ain’t no heaven

Believe me or believe a stranger who wrote a bunch of words in a foreign tongue, in Zen

Lies and Truths told together and mixed into a cornucopia of daily menudo for mamas

And papas who raise the tiny taxpayers, teachin’ them how to lie, it’s no problem, Roz!

Hills left, foothills and mountains with piles of trials, full of smiles and tears of heaven

Heroes and villains swap stories and get to the end before you fall asleep in bunkbeds

Short people with little heads and little eyes, tiny feet keep short steppin’ on the get go

By the end of Time, we all run out of Space the day we die, or so I’m told, it’s all a show.

Reduce to my absurdity which is Life has meaning if you create one, if not, it’s a wash

Dime a dozen for lives on Earth, absurd to be here & have blind faith you’re immortal

Y’all ain’t, I ain’t, nobody ever was conceived & born on Earth, all mortality to quash

Dreaming, word for it, do due diligence, Truth is, yo’ mama wears combat boots, y’all!

Fooled the fools long enough, baby legs standing up for themselves, dirty, little-minded

Function of the calculus remains unseen, unknown & a byte of noxious scat, reminded

Hemp to make the rope and blitz the brain’s mind, lookin’ through smoke, it’s all a lie

Easy to see but not as easy to sell to the blind faith believer, gotta get ‘em really high!

On the way to the end of the Life you got lucky enough to partake of, take a deep breath

Blow out the hot air and take a bow, go down low to the place nobody can find at death

Behind eyeballs’ grey matter, ideas so invisible that they weren’t here in the first place

Chimera in sequence, appears to animate dead-air, God enjoy my moody phuq’n face.

Weirdo a way to be here & now, behaving with anti-social nasty, two little barefoot peds

Outside of the set of normal people, this set of outstanding moronic, idiotic holy scree

Mass making appearance as atoms conglomerated, form lookin’ visible ‘til it disappears

Soul is the form and shape the atoms glue to the side of reality, animated Matter in arrears.

Hope and Faith to yield the Charity required to remain at One with the chaos, understudy

Script is good but it’s not the reality of the dialogue, I’m takin’ over the whole show, buddy

You’ll see the light sooner or later, final gasp of air & last blink of light in the black Spaces

Ready, get set, daddy said to call him daddy, I did, you didn’t & now, alive, tickled all races.

Earth, a lonely ball of burned-out star left-overs, home to the livers & deadheads evolved

Dead meat is the food we eat, dead plants of a myriad of species, masticate & defacated

Holy host above & the other One that stays #DownLow, creative & impersonal as dead air

Pines & spruces, grow from seeds & burn to ash as the Ends of Big Bangs’ Cro-Magnon lair.

Riding through the ghettos in Cadillacs and Teslas, the gamblers and drug dealers strive too

Speak easy or be quiet, either way it’s the reality of things, forms of matter purple and blue

Hoodlums & saints full of grace came from the same place, woman’s dark, inner sanctuary

Now hear this, when I die there’ll be one less soul to pretend that holy God’s born of Mary!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 11-15-2025 A.D. @ 111 AMPST

{ Drafted in a ferocious style fully ½ asleep & jammin’ to #RetroJazzNight#SAXOPHONES&88’s on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/c0FxvfHmzn4?si=-yrzJv3clL2xrKte }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?