WhiteTrashBeautiful #SwearToGodItsTRUE #JumpThePhuqBack #BlackJesus #HeavenFreezes @CaitlinClark #Golfing

WHY I SEE NO GHOSTS, OH GIRL!

SssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssS

Love me just to break up with me, really make love without any reason or rhyme

Killing the plants and animals to eat them and make them trim our Earth’s Time

In no nutshell but in a big, bad bill only God knows what’s in it, split Ends it soon

Not the human or the divine, nothing else in the galaxy for none of the maroons.

Crying and flying angels of the Evil and the God’s Good, as ugly as a prenatal face

Appears as One ape evolved from a crystal when lead transmuted to the gold ace

Comedy and Tragedy becomes us all, it’s the way it goes when it’s a roll of the die

Simple understanding at the final gasp of gas, wait, heaven can wait for me to fly.

Bring me water & wine to show occult magic mutating liquid & gas, a solid Dump

Day after we all die, after corpus dillecti creeps into our bones, no spirit rises up

Just the rotten smell of whatever you’ve eaten in the last few days, animal & plant

Hope you got drunk the last time you changed water to wine, creator’s a peasant.

Love and the blessing of relief from the struggle to survive on a hostile land of Eve

Not my idea, it was somebody’s idea though, before we were conceived by mama

Way back to a bitten apple Day One, immaculate asexual, mitotic, inept extinction

Bet you by golly, strong or weak, you’ll die in less than a century, a GD original sin.

Brief or longer than you’d prefer, that’s life the way it was, is & always will be, see?

If you don’t perceive the Truth, you will at the first chance soul and spirit get to be

Breaking the realization into the consciousness needs to occur slowly, gentle

It’s a crash nobody is prepared for after being misled by K-12 & BA, MS & PhD

Fun and games in the time before the age of reason, then it’s a solid stand up It

Spirit is the constant without a variable alternate, fortunately it’s immortal chit

Game rules are in the invisible book of lies, whichever path chosen is all for you

Mine is all for me, all for One and One for all, nevermore a reason to be hot blue.

Trip up above or below this lump of clay awaiting my tumbled dry calcium & skin

Sleep or awake as you can be, believing in blind faithful condemnations of living

They have tried to persuade us all that something is supernatural, I’m just a cupid

Songs of rhymes of the reasons why Life exists, accidentally slip trip on LSD acid.

The Drake Equation variables have been entertained, we ain’t as alone as a 6th sense

Sift through your pain, suffering, knowledge and wisdom, what’s left is no Cape Cod

Actually, imagine being alone by yourself & nobody else, forever Woke seeking Nothing

Only we know the thing itself has never begun, immortal existence precedes essence.

Look deep as you can into my eyes, proverbially into my holy soul, it’s beyond the pale

Or somewhere else close enough to get credit or the blame for the Earthly events’ hail

Comes down like manna from heaven every single day, like it or not, it’s on the way too

Come home to me, back to the gold of the state inside of your womb’s room, I’m blue.

Place I miss right there in the middle of what makes your body your soul, it’s a bomb

Love’s way of reminding us of the black holes and supernovas in gravitational collapse

Fear & loathing makes not a twit of difference, fathers & mothers of the drunk-on rum

Come and already gone, deep undercover sleuth, Philly mood present, laid you some.

Alright to leave now, supper’s all over, need to get a groove at the club, a Philly mood

Home away from Home yet still at-one as ever, never split the absolute, ne’er should

Please and thank you are the only necessary sounds for the gift to open God’s seed

Gold from lead, God from the dead man, fool me once, shame on you, twice on me!

If you’ve never felt like you were falling down into a rabbit hole, patience, you all will

It’s the nature of the beast, a wonderland of weird causes and effects, science’s kill

All for the sake of knowledge and the wisdom that accumulates until the Big Bang tic

Whether y’all know That Place or not, Truth is true regardless of us all, groove schtick.

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r j j sephan, i

c. Vendredi, 6-6-2025 @ 333 PMPST

{ Matriculated jammin’ to #ENDS @Everlast in a loop-link at https://youtu.be/c_T3jdGuOYI?si=9AU6mCU6M0PrgGxL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ENDS in a #PhillyMood @DarylHall #BritSpears #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue @SkynyrdInnyrds #AliensInBiblicalAstrophysics #TheDrakeEquation

X

WHEN ROSE-COLORED GLASSES DON’T FLY Just stick it, nail it, phuq wit it

If you knew what I know, you might choose to leave the Earth before your Time

Out of the hidden annals of the legends, 9 sages echo perennial stops on a dime

From our beginning up unto our individual ends, we save ourselves & one for all

It means something more than just being a friend and relative, pact above a soul.

9 times I’ve calculated an End, cubed sum of all things formed by faux-intellectuals

It’s the message that’s sacrosanct, it will never morph into any other conceptuals

Way back home, in a last pew at the back of the Catholic Church, St. Xeno District

Hope that faith will last while charity is depleted and summarily becomes, Extinct.

Drive with a steering wheel I stay made of U.S. Steel, formed by U.S. gods of Hell

Where angels fear to go without a security backup team, the target in a nutshell

Pretending that prayers help the suffering for transgressions & unforgiven sins

It works for a bit or long time depending on your soul sacrificing curmudgeons.

It’s true and never false that I know nothing, in particular, I am what I am, a sin

Breaking bread with the babbling brood of my invisible, undivided ego-attention

Rocks rolling and popping like there’s no tomorrow, gone back to my old school

Moment in time, with Opal eyes & azure skin mutation, mama raised no diva fool.

What you see is what you get, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, on down to last call

It swigs and I swig, it ingests & I digest on down to the last bottle, it’s uncorked

In a garden state outside Eden, growth of seeds causes a world’s final, wonk-effect

Split atoms atop fused molecules evaporated Earth’s H2O, @Caitlin_Clark dark.

I know you don’t GAF about a thing, it’s your #MO little sister & big brothers Bad

Know this, there’s light shining because of exploding gas like there’s no tomorrow

I like the disliked & love the hated yet there’s nothing to peruse, no cave wall rave

Inevitably there’s blinding light on your retina to show you that all Nothing is safe.

Nothing gets by me, it’s all for Nothing & you’ve got Nothing to worry ‘bout man

Woman and the progeny, descendants of the legendary immortal, Mr. Sandman

There’s a mystery here but a method to the madness reveals a hint to twist it all

Into a gordian knot no one can untie, private and public one & the same in a ball.

Ready or not to come to the End of Life, you will arrive before or after myself, God

If atheism has any capital invested in the Void, there’s 1 answer, Spaceman’s awe

Trippin’ out of your mind, into the matrix’ fodder that no cow eats to please a bull

Chewing the fat, bit off more than could be chewed, choke Heinrich, death’s dead.

Fly or run away ‘til caught, dressed & burnt or boiled into soft DNA, metabolize it

Call me crazy but if you’ve altar food, shelter, safety & martial art skills, it’s the s#it

Smoking shelter limiting critters, cannot surprise & sneak storage, that’s what it is

Playin’ your fake words’ love agape, game over, it isn’t so, that I am all of that, Jizz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, June 4th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

 Drafted while jammin’ to @DarrylHall concert #HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/_riPxSYuaOo?si=x2b9gpLeSAT92nLi }

NEITHER ROBINSKI NOR BATMEN

Ode to Armstrong and Getty

In the morning light, their voices rise,

Armstrong and Getty, witty and wise.

Through waves of air, their laughter flows,

A beacon of humor where knowledge grows.

With wit unmatched and topics vast,

They tackle the present, the future, the past.

From politics bold to tales of the day,

They guide their audience, their unique way.

A duo so sharp, a match of delight,

They brighten the hours and banish the night.

Debates may spark, and opinions may soar,

Yet respect and reason lie at their core.

Oh, Armstrong and Getty, your banter inspires,

Igniting minds, setting hearts afire.

In the realm of radio, you reign supreme,

A dynamic pair, an unstoppable team.

So here's to the voices that color the air,

To moments of insight beyond compare.

Armstrong and Getty, forever stay true,

For mornings are brighter, all thanks to you.

Love Philadelphia Freedom Shining On Me

#AllAlone #OhWell #GodsDead, God Was Always Dead, God Dam S#IT #PilesOfSmilesForMiles #SoWhat? #PullTheGodAmTriggers @ACDC #LaFlaca @Carlos_Santana #RunTheTableBilliards @ChicagoTheBand #GoodyGoody

POCKETS EMPTY,

 zero Clearance leeway

Take my word for it or not, there is nothing at the end of the forks in the roads except a Void

This is no criminal enterprise, yet it appears that it’s run by an unfriendly force of geek nerds

Be that as it may, ain’t no time for sergeants and generals, it’s all for One & One for all of it

We got to Earth accidentally, ask you mamas, now only God knows you’ll twit a tweet skit.

Shut down your radar so you don’t know that the End is incoming, not just you but all dirt

It’s not from Outerspace or another planet or solar system in the galaxy, us in a black hole

Disturbing it is, coming to fruition without a clue about the reason why Life exists, a Squirt

From a clueless distributor of rhyme & reason, devoid of both in essence of a sacred LOL.

Buying everything that’s for sale to resell at a profit when the supplies run out of holy Hells

High or low, underground preferred to recover the stolen goods from the ugly and the bads

Known or unknown, the rules and regulations remain sacrosanct, Live & Let Live, nutshells

Grain of the Truth as we know it, conceived, born, programmed to seek all narrow way fads.

Grime spins around, wobbles around, orbits around, runs amok around the solar plexi orbit

Who, what, where & why are the preemptory reflexes at the Origin’s Big Bang, disintegrated

No recollection of preconception either as a sperm or an egg, nor a fetus in an RNA scat pit

Look ‘round 360 degrees from where you sit & lie to me, now and then before y’all are dead.

Zippity Do Dah, Zippity Ehhhhhh, my oh my oh what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine

Ol’ Jiminy Cricket’s rant when he rocked & rolled cartoons of my youth, drunk Disney wine

No way to stop it, nothing else was on but the News, old news remixed for the deception

Hurry away from the place in Space you inhabit, to avoid death by fear of being rat’s skin.

Beer, wine and spirits of every style cooked in a still or alcohol industrial disease racket

Used to be run by the mafia underground, then Jack Daniels & Seagram stole the show

Mr Bigstuff, who do you think you are, what would your mama say about her egg’s grow

It’s now for me to say, for me to know & for you to find out, it’s all there in the open glow.

Gone either with the wind or buried deep as shovels dig, maybe sunk to Davy Jones’ crib

Way down near the bottom silt that coats the core, too hot to handle, chilled by a wet face

A cooler star, Earth will reignite and return to it’s former glory, the sun of God, Adam’s rib

Kids the begotten daughters and mothers of the species’ genome, RNA/DNA panty lace.

Bob your head, duck your head down when the Time comes to snag one last gasp of O2

Rigor mortis and the stench of rotten, digestion and bacteria ingestion, hidden in the blue

Notes blown, air tubes, pluck anima sinews-strings, beat wood on stretched skin & metal

That’s all the melody, the rhythm and the beats to the payoff, end of the gig’s foot pedal.

Apes eating grapes grown in the vineyards, before the wrath comes with the winter’s Fall

From above the atmosphere, between asteroids & galactic atoms in gravitational collapse

Pits inside of the fruits are required to be here at all, where, why or how & just let it lapse

To the dead and yet to be born, it’s a moot point, dead ghosts don’t survive so have a ball.

Browbeaten before conception, karma an illusion of fools who don’t know God is dead

As above, so below, the concept of Creator of Everything is a fiction of the Pope’s head

Back in the day, hundreds of years ago, maybe millennia ago, we were all saints who die

Those who terminated God’s RNA line of sight, survived in a Tizzy fit, as low as most high.

Buying Time in the by-and-by may not be the best thing to do, nobody knows & I can’t tell

If you die and there’s nothing after life, who gives a hoot, Freddy may have nailed it in Hell

A nihilist way for the amigas and amigos of the one spouting efficacious comprehension

Of human & vermin walks of life, all things animated become stone silent in Time’s den.

Blood bleeds, souls have no skin in the game, a concept to screw your nuts into bolts

You nailed it before, winning and losing just the ending of the games’ high-stake revolts

Before you breathed the gas and after you can’t suck wind any longer, gotta pay the fees

World of Rich and Poor, pole to pole, around the equator, every dry spot between seas.

Wrecks below the sea, floated for a minute, displaced the gas of Hydrogen & Oxygen

Made it all cherry wine that no human can resist, it’s the blood flowing from God’s sun

Above my head, below my feet, it’s happened before & it will again, I’ll come & I’ll go on

To perfection of a smile on the Divine Face, like my mother Earth, she said, It Is Done!

Hot junk yard housing the junkies & Scotland yard housing the Bobbies or sheriff of Nots

In and out of the hot matrix mix, original sinners in a maelstrom of original dashes in dots

Better than you hoped, not as good as you wanted it to be, yet here you’re all right on top

Of piles of smiles and trials ancestors leftover in the safe, open amen, mankind is a flop!

Print the smiles for the camera, false faces’ bones that hide the Truth which ain’t so much

Just the facts man, nothing but the facts, Truth, I can handle the Truth, what about you fool?

Whether or not you can, here’s the truth for you in any case, you’re no place in Space, a Dot

Nothing more nor less, got bent by your folks, you’ll die & it’ll come back to haunt you too.

Highway ain’t movin’ for anybody, you got to hit that road to move & there’s no free choice

Move this animation or just be underground, unmoved mover woke up from a surreal place

Always sliding safe into home, hitting baseballs like there’s no tomorrow, 80 homer season

Just once, I struck out on a tip-foul, yet it was a knuckleball I could’ve hit to Folsom prison.

Saving face because I don’t appreciate embarrassment of the kinfolk and loves of my life

Hence, I’ve erased my historical record of ever being here & now, name & number deleted

Hit the ground running & hitch a ride on a Tesla to the moon and back, 186,000 miles 1-way

Back before you’re mother knew you were gone, on a UFO from midnight to Four, look away.

Offense taken, without retaliation, I accept the opinion you’ve gleaned from deception eyes

Astigmatic, far or near-sighted and nearly blind as a bat without radar, the skies full of pies

Cherry or lemon méringue or a Key Lime pie in my refrigerator to mix with my café con leche

Got woke, awakened, appeared I knew nothing more than uncertainty, my big Marlin catch.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 1st MMXXV Anno Domini

{Drafted while jammin’ to @SteelyDan #Aja (side B) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nWi_31DWMV0?si=meaWrKjMvJ9G463h)

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Discovering Miles Davis Live

A Journey Into the Magic of Jazz

Miles Davis, the legendary figure of jazz, is synonymous with innovation, creativity, and unparalleled artistry. To experience his music live is to step into an extraordinary realm where sound meets soul, and improvisation becomes a language in itself. For those lucky enough to have witnessed Miles Davis live in his prime, the memories are etched forever, but for the many who explore his recordings and performances today, it is an unexpected discovery of genius.

The Genius of Miles Davis

Miles Davis was not merely a musician; he was a revolutionary. His ability to reinvent himself and jazz as a genre is unparalleled. From his early explorations of bebop to the birth of cool jazz, from modal jazz to fusion, Miles consistently pushed boundaries. His live performances were a testament to his adaptability and brilliance, showcasing how he could take an audience on a captivating journey, often marked by spontaneity and raw emotion.

The Energy of Live Performances

Listening to a studio recording by Miles Davis is one thing, but experiencing his live performances is an entirely different affair. His concerts were not scripted; they were fluid, unpredictable, and alive. Miles had the uncanny ability to create a dialogue with his band and his audience. His trumpet, often described as an extension of his spirit, would pierce through the air, leaving listeners in awe of its intensity and melancholy.

The interplay between Miles and his band members, whether it was John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, or Wayne Shorter, was nothing short of magical. Each musician brought their unique voice to the stage, but under Miles' direction, their contributions often merged into a singular, transcendent experience. This energy is palpable in recordings of live performances such as "Live at the Plugged Nickel," "Miles at the Fillmore," and "Live in Europe 1967."

Iconic Live Albums

Miles Davis has left behind a treasure trove of live recordings that continue to inspire and amaze. These albums are windows into the dynamic atmosphere of his concerts:

"Live at the Plugged Nickel"

Recorded in 1965, this performance showcases Miles at his modal jazz peak, alongside his second great quintet. The session is renowned for its daring improvisations and rhythmic complexity, making it a classic among jazz enthusiasts.

"Miles at the Fillmore"

In 1970, Miles introduced his audience to jazz fusion, blending rock, funk, and jazz in ways that were groundbreaking. This live album captures the electrifying energy of that era, highlighting Miles' willingness to explore new territories.

"Live in Europe 1967"

Part of "The Bootleg Series," this recording brings together Miles and his quintet during a European tour, delivering performances marked by brilliance and unparalleled artistry.

Rediscovering Miles Davis Today

For modern audiences, discovering Miles Davis live is often an act of unearthing the past. Digital platforms and remastered recordings have made his live performances more accessible than ever, allowing new generations to immerse themselves in his genius. Documentaries, vinyl reissues, and performances by contemporary artists influenced by Miles Davis ensure that his legacy remains alive.

The Impact of Miles Davis Live

The power of Miles Davis' live performances lay not only in his technical mastery but in the emotions he conveyed. His ability to innovate while remaining deeply connected to the roots of jazz made him a beacon of creativity. As listeners discover his live performances, they often find themselves inspired not just by the music but by the courage to explore, improvise, and create.

Conclusion

Discovering Miles Davis live is like stepping into a time machine where music transcends boundaries. It is a glimpse into the mind of a true genius who redefined jazz and the possibilities of sound. For fans old and new, Miles Davis live is not just a musical experience—it is an unforgettable journey that continues to resonate across generations.