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Z E D

I’VE GOT NOTHIN’ MAN,

LET’S PLAY BALL y’all !

Without a random thought, there’s no doubt that certainty is elusive yet in sight

Night & yesterday the trials and tribulations take place, teach lessons in the fight

No way to do anything wrong, it’s all the method to learn by trial-and-error ways

Heart and soul of the survival mankind achieved on this place in Space always.

Mindful of the souls involved in the animated amalgamations of morphologicals

Common knowledge and occult insights combine into unseen gods, immortals

Never seen in the light of day as if eternal darkness is the God of it all, skin & bone

Well, all of the people who have launched into Space agree, we can’t be all alone.

On the way to the median I can never tell why it’s not the middle of the centerfield

Torture and pleasure in the realm of nervous breakdown from copacetic backfield

Periods, quarters, innings and halves, you never can tell when winners will stiffen

Betting on the favorite to win is more than half the time a good bet, odds are even.

Pits and pendulums the choice of the torture with the swingin’ blade lowered slowly

Closer to the thin skin of the neck, flesh, nerve & bone cut off the brain’s skull spew

Ready to hurl, coming to conscious awareness from a dead sleep, purple royal blue

Thoughts of ideas formulated from a menudo of mud, blood & beer, toke high too.

Preach or stay off of the grid and in the null and void cluster phu-qup, it’s all narrow

Middle path you appear ready to tread, a world disappears in the rear bone marrow

Win or lose the games you & I play regardless of our luck of the draw, we pass & spit

Space allows only mentally retarded humans to fail the test of being fit to survive it.

Mark the day and night, like the song laments, time to recollect the love to be or not

To be One isn’t as easy as it sounds, you must unlearn your teaching, in a safe spot

Must have the back covered, innocent and without defense, being at one as a robot

Creator close, inside and outside, feels separated but together, like a pain in the foot.

From the infancy granted to your soul, you’ve moved onto a grid for the sake of love

No way in Hades I'd ever choose to expose my soul to annihilation, below or above

How to comprehend this mystery we’re breathing & moving within, a $64 question

You may answer but never know if you’re right or wrong 'til you die, 'til I die, then.

Hope & Charity may get you by while Alive but it’s useless post death, got that hag?

Peel away the layers form the onion until the invisible core is exposed for a thing it is

Space, dead air, emptiness, blackness, lightless, inside an urn or casket or burlap bag

Everything converges to points without mass, squared one, produced one that or this.

Numbers either fractions or decimals of at One, everything equals 0 times zero, out

Energy is a name for stuff we get from the sunlight, the wind & water in animation

Too much time on One’s hands leaves a mind out of control for Jazz played by hand

More than One less than zero above, so below, faith, hope, charity, I’m a boy scout.

Hot as a pistol after firing 10-round clip, touch my barrel or you’ll get burnt fingers

How come I let you touch my gun?  It’s the 64-thousand-dollar question, it matters

Energy given is energy used & it disappears into the structure, form of the Itself pile

Cells of recombined genes with nothing but luck to guide on the path, hope in karma.

Good, bad or ugly as you’d have been in a Past, which morphs into here & now's sea

Of waves & undertow due to cuttin’ the rug with a girl named Linda Lu, swayin’ bee

Excuse me is all I could yell as I ran out the door, fearing for life like ne’er before too

Didn’t want trouble, needed a favor, just three steps toward the door, right on blue.

I found the back door rquick, it was locked so I broke it down, broke my fingers too

Dude never saw me again, nor his lady, headed west to California, cross Mississippi

Texas, Arizona, New Mexico & finally SoCal, paradise next to a desert, near Hawaii

Out on the end of the top limb of a Redwood tree, it's an eagle perched, painted blue.

Featuring divine’s sounds of guitars & drums, organic piano, congos & juice harps

Push and pull of the counter-culture to be civilized & incorporated for good of all life

Extinction may be all immanent, I always want one more for the road, a friend or foe

One of them will impact future of things we’ve never imagined, as if the fix is in tow.

Whether fixed or not, you still must survive with supplies & escape plan to urgency

Observe the alternative, it’s either live or die, there’s y no other path centered

Whatever weve 'killed we’ve either eaten or destroyed into dust & rust on hard rock

Survivors don’t pick the same way that victims do, all full of mixed-up 151 rum swig.

I played ball, all tried the catch, throw, kick, smack wood, plastic or metal, I know

Ended well or not, never a champion with trophy wife but we played ball, as we’d go

All rules & coaches did their best to control the power, but y’all, t'was impossible too

It was game time on clock & I was always in the mood, dawn to dusk, a bit byte blow.

Raised near enough to the lake, 1800 west got me on the loose with a Gang of Nines

Bad boys made me join the Air Force or get locked up with Chicago Po-Po, so fine

I left just in the nick of time, played ball since that long ago time back in the high 70s

Here & now the present finds the data rollin’ in one end, one ear & out all the others.

Are you listenin’ now? Mixed from original sin's agreed upon program, linked folks

Nannies & grannies raised the young babies into adolescents makin’ it with egg yolks

I shout, I’m heard, repeated ad infinitum for all I know, last all eternity 'til bada bing

Uncle Romeo reality comes stealth, papa’s o'er here right now, Timing Is Everything!

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r j j stephan, i

c. XI-XXVII-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 0859 hours

T H A N K S G I V I N G    P A R T Y    T I M E   DRINKS   ALL   AROUND

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W.W.A.R.D.?

PICASSO  "THE CRYING WOMAN"

 

#RockMeMama #MamaRockMe FOREVER AIN'T A LITTLE WHILE "IT COULD BE WORSE" -- #UncleRomeo @Xteena #WTFmomentarily #FornikayTed #StealthMode #JORDAN #CURTISLOWE #MJNIKEMIKE

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MY SCHWINN,

 MY WHEELS

Copy of the thing itself causes the myriads of genetic mutations possible in the Oz

A world of Never-Neverland invisible to naked eyes but all there is to the 3rd dicks

Middle of your forehead can be under your widow’s peak dreamin’ in 3D for kicks

They kept getting harder to find until the trick got turned without being the cause.

Intent on comprehending the nature of a beast, found alive & well on the surface

No barrier to the dimension, the 3rd is invisible to a 4th & not vice versa, rat race

Eye to eye, ear to the ground heard in concert, a scent & taste of spice, megadeal

Ace deuce cards well-played, @Trump necessary & sufficient Truth overexposure.

Negatives and prints of the imagery behind the machines running in synch with Z

Or Y or X for the matter & energy relate to the speed of light squared, here ye W

Nothing et al like egg & gamete flagella beginning a mystery we lionized as divine

No other proof than, what else could it be but an accident of subatomic collision.

Come on men an women, we’re better than this, let’s come up with an answer too

Using logic and reason with the reliance on the written word, pen and cyber paper

Every single bit of every iota of knowledge & wisdom can be put on 2 giga-bytes

Gone, all gone with the flow into the black hole’s Singularity becomes . all there is.

Far from the streets of Chicago, which is where my two wheels roamed, in Cali

All the gold in the world is here & it’s all in the form of lead, as above, so below

Igloos to teepees, skyscrapers to underground space-mother earth’s hollow

Grades are always excellent and above average as long as I am the hard candy.

Miles and miles I rolled back & forth on paper routes and baseball practice daily

What did I know about what Life would bring onto my seventies, yet that’s reality

Seeing is believing but if you believe the invisible is something real, get committed

You got delusions runnin’ your schematic, get a tune-up before you’re dead.

Nobody can tell you to believe something if you aren’t of the mind to, hence I did

I didn’t have a mind to believe in higher power, nobody told me to, come to a skid

Stopped to perpetrate in a name of Love or momentary lapse of Reason, all I am

Was not here the day before I was conceived, believed love’s lust, impure jam.

Tired of talking in front of a mirror, fall asleep as I speak to myself, what I say too

Essential to what I mean, to be understood for no reason other than, just because

As human beings in communication, connected pieces of matter, all too human

What it is, somebody couldn’t tell me, I analyzed & concluded, there’s no big boss.

No gods-eye in the sky which appears blue, of starshine, black hole turned white

Supreme or not so much that but more than every other thing, all forms in sight

Taken what’s given by posterity or some power that has no form visible to any Ga

Except to one 3rd eye, we know it all, my Schwinn 24-inch, sweet gift a la old Pa.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday 11-23-2025 AD @ 444 PMPST

{ Created while jammin’ to #NAFT but then I hit play on https://youtu.be/ECfm4t86-Jw @WarrenHaynesBand concert }

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SIESTA FOR YO' MAMAS #CeLive say the old folks, #YaNeverCanTell @ThreeDogNight #MamaToldMeNotToCome @WarrenHaynesBand

ALIEN AIN’T REAL, SEEING THINGS 

Serious business beginning from the Alpha male to the Beta to the Cappa, all the above

It’s all a ruse to seize the means of production and reproduce only cogs for the machine

No free will or creativity options for any homo sapiens form, ce live, you never can shout

How fine the lines are that get drawn before your input, you can barely make them out.

Bleeding the air from the bag of wind, the form that’s all too human, as above, hung ropes

Everyone knows nothing about what’s happening here and now on Earth, not even Popes

Best guess is this is all an unfortunate accident of evolved consciousness able to take sips

Day to day, each spin of Earth’s mass on the imaginary axis, it wobbles & rolls the ellipse.

Immature as I’ve been since I was four, now I’m seventy-four and shit’s still all copacetic

Told stories about all I could recall from the olden days when I’d couple up with the Magic

Came out of the blue when I presented my presence to behold, they fell one by one, a pity

I wasn’t even trying but then the ‘nam war called me to be a perfect hero from a windy city.

I did what I could, someone was always on my mind for 8 weeks or more, then vanished too

Empty of the sweet and sour sauce that disguised the cuisine like the sky’s green-aqua blue

How many times can I touch the one I love before she disappears into thin air, my chimera

Dreaming is fine, I’ll wake up & she’ll be here, there again, picture in my Polaroid camera.

With me or without me, live as my companion and you’ll never need anything anytime soon

Host of the invaders comin’ out of nowhere in this Time or Space, breakin’ bad dimension

Why chit does what is being done, either we’re a toy or food, power to be one equal to none

Waited through the infancy, adolescence & adultery-hood, here with silver & black for fun.

Toes on the lines, start or finish until the powers that be blow the whistle or pop a .22 blank

Game with no rules begins, stays live with the clock ticking off the hour, secondary minutes

Feeling without touching anything, needs blessing undeserved yet accepted with the dank

Holy ghost giving the Word that has no sound or appearance writing in the sand as It sits.

Boards ridden on the wheels on the ground, on the water waves in the southern seas surf

Graduated right on time, launched into the bills, taxes, private residence and vehicle turf

Lips that get too loose will sink the ships that remain at sea pole to pole for the duration

Liars tell the Truth all the time but nobody believes the Truth anymore, lost in mortal sin.

Hops, skips and jumps up and down the barrios and country’s counties in gold territory

All usurped from the natives who arrived & colonized before Europa & Africa fell off glory

Pain and suffering with the relief and pleasure tweaking the never-ending nervous twitches

Absorb, assimilate and project the success of whole shebang, you recall the idiot pitches.

Then you move, animate the bones and without the need or desire to die, you stop breath

Heart stops, rigor mortis sets in, the dead cells begin to atrophy & in no time feeds Death

I defy you and you defy the others you meet after I’ve taught you defiance sufficiently, so

Love or hate me, I don’t give a flyin’ bonehead, like my old boss, what I am is below low.

In every possible case that can exhibit the shapes of Johnny Begood, that’s the rockin’ tip

Of course, before dawn comes, y’all still chantin’ #JohnnyBeGood & #GoodGollyMissMolly

It’s absolutely fine to dance & play, you’ll hear your mama call & she’ll show you a cool slip

Rainbows or absolute zeroes & ones to maintain the matrix, colors vanish, my bad, my folly.

As your mother’s voice broke the silence of the heavenly spirit uncreated by the effulgence

I know and you know about the things themselves and the origin of the omnipresent ghost

Zeitgeist as it’s formulated is imaginary shapes of variable, atomic forms of being unknown

Word, the Fire, the Logo that got Woke as a draft-dodger stealing valor as if a mind’s blown.

God’s feet animate mud, blood & beer, moving from space to space just in Time for dreams

Function of the calculus is beyond my IQ level which is a shade above, below-average jibs

Compared to Nothing, everything that’s Good & Evil is the GIFT of life, fortunate queen’s rex

Special forces workin’ on rare Earth’s deposits to facilitate your obliteration of existence X.

Push to possess total control over your free will to act responsibly with omnipotence magic

Attained once determined that the Will to Power was the key to the lock, ticket to the game

All that we are, we who may or may not believe in Love or Divinity, we’re victims of the crime

Forgiven above and below for the fresh breath of the mental illusion, dead, ran out of time.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Blovember XXI^st MMXXV Anno Domini  @ 1111 AMPST

{ Wielded this #Sword while listenin’ to #CarWash @Christina_Aguilera https://youtu.be/aVlpy5USN-E }

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THE WEEPING WOMAN - PABLO PICASSO