#ShadowDancin #SoulStripper #Springsteen #ACDC #TheEagles

One shot, shadow dancin’

In the bitter end, just like it was at the very beginning, nothing at all matters to a God’s sin 
Whether there’s a mere One, Universal Theocracy, or a polytheistic suicide by extinction 
Imagine the point of view of a moonwalking astronaut or cosmonaut, ogling black Space 
Far away from the point of origin, a consciousness 186,000 miles away from mother-face. 

Making out, making love, making time, making something of yourself, it’s divine creation 
Before your parents mated, willingly or forcibly, you were no factor in extinct species’ sins 
The sudden impact of an unwilled conception in an all too human female womb, full house 
Winning what you don’t know is just FAAFO, dawn to dusk until the last, hot, dead mouse.

Into the reflection inside of your mind, it’s familiar but all too human, as above, so below 
In the last Will, you testify that you’re of sound mind and heart to bestow the clown show 
Onto a lucky-evil curse, depending on a state of being at the time of corpus delicti pinging 
The game has yet to begin, you start & I’ll finish when the time is right; timing is everything.

Mighty mice and men do what they can before they freeze into stone-blue funk, eschew it 
I lived in my sweet home Chicago for a minute in my teenage & preteen years, then moved 
Onto the other six continents was my intent, but I only got to Asia, weird as I looked to them 
They should have been me on my jailbreak from the freaks who imprisoned me in the chit. 

Doubles and triples, as the case may be, I did my share of accumulating RBIs for the team 
Bloody well certain I wouldn’t have made it without the early nurturing of the strong beam 
Mama and Grammas all took my heart & tore it apart before a stranger got to my hot spine 
To take the sharp end of the buck knife & stick it deep within my soul, missed my hard line.

It’s invisible, but it’s given props as the thing itself, what animates the shape’s form 24/7 
To disagree with the assessment in kind is admitting ignorance is preferable to wisdom 
Mists in the morning and cool breezes in the evening, on the beach with my soul sister 
Watching the sea’s sunset dive into the Tequila sunrise for tomorrow morning’s dawn

You know for certain without a doubt that you’ve got another thing comin’, as inherited 
Great, great-grandfathers on paternal & maternal RNA mixed in “X” combos, blood red 
Astronauts know that this Earth is the thing itself, before we were born, where it’s dead 
Calm down, settle your emotional response to a truth you were never told; now it’s said.

There is no Hell after death, no Heaven after the demise of the bones & bloody heart 
What may be left over is the raw memory of those who remember your presence part 
Burned to ashes or cadaver parts in formaldehyde preserved for dissection and study 
Die, and you’ll find out as I will, we all will die & we’ll all know it all, We Are The Silly.

Song listed as “Only You Know, Like I Know,” means an intimate joy of being in cahoots 
Those who don’t know are at a disadvantage, but are unaware of that, living in denial of it 
Six packs of Bud and jars of my blunt life molded the form with the magic spells’ kiwi-fruits 
The day you die, you’ll realize this, you knew, but you pretended you didn’t, “I feared S#it.”

Earth, the planet, and its orbiting moon are the closest humanity has to matter in Space 
Everything else, every other atom, is millions of miles away from this Soul Factory place 
Alive for a hundred years more or less, some just a moment after birth, others way too old 
High in your mind’s thinking about the sights and sounds and tastes and smells to feel gold.

Dry up after your last breath, you won’t know the difference between this & that, academic 
I leave with you in a conundrum, happiness is all we want & what we seldom obtain here 
Be happy anyway, don’t be controlled by the irritation, don’t forget you’re lucky to be there 
Anywhere you are, there I’ll be, spirit animating the dead-air, God shuts all big mouths here.

I had one shot to begin with, & I still have one shot, the bull’s eye is dead ahead, I’m aiming 
Intense or casual, luck has nothing to do with it; you’re charmed, or you’re not, it’s your kin 
What sins of the fathers will the sons and daughters pay for, affordable or not, we’ll all pay
The cost is your one & only shot at success, dance with the shadow, “The Shadow Knows!”

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Mardi, March 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 6:00 PMPST 
{ Kicked this out of my jaws while listenin’ to @BigSmo #BackToTheGoodOldDays & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=4giiO3jhwSF965v4 }

Senorita! #SweetMaria #ReadyToROCK #NeonMoonlight #123Margaritas Maybe 4 . . . @WARTheBand #RESPECTtheBEST @LosLonelyBoys

A throwback classic, high school fling THANKS DADDio

For the first time in forever, there’s a reason to live & survive on Earth as long as love grows
Feeling the rhythm & rockin’ hard with the beats, I only appear to be crazy, only God knows 
You will never hear the End comin’ until it’s too near to escape to the dark cave place rock 
Peaches in my pie are fine, a la mode if you don’t mind, then I’ll spill the beans on the block. 

In prison forever, I lost the ability to follow direct orders, so I shot the sheriff, not the deputy. 
Opened up a can of worms with an infinite multiplication of their rich dirt of the Big Muddy 
Knowledge is power and wisdom is the reservoir for possible reactions to all causes aloft 
Coming out of nowhere and right in front and in back of wherever you will be, 4 aces soft.

Moment of unplanned passion came out of nowhere, older young lady screwed my daddy 
Here I am, born before the 5 others and left Chitown before the 5 others, it had to be free 
My freedom needs to be free 24/7/365 & there’s no restrictions on me from anybody, see? 
Mental and physical in the package, wrapped or stripped naked as a j-bird, all but ratty.

Fading away before or after midnight, either way the conscious mind ensconced in a mold 
Of Jello and cream cheese with a cherry atop, reason and rhyme can’t affix the meek & bold 
Walkin’ & runnin’ down the whole show, inherited from boys who lived in the good ol’ days 
I dreamed of bein’ the next break too, damn straight way back when, it was a happy play. 

Since you know it all, don’t get me wrong, comprehend it's essence of a form of ship shape 
Underwater submariner walks on hard rocks of Earth as well, Time ain’t all Gilbert Grape 
It rolls when we’re havin’ the kicks and fun like back when our moms & dads educated debt 
I thank them on my knees from the bottom of my little ol’ heart, thanks media and internet.

Sheriff knew my name back in the days when I roamed Chicago before the Air Force “Wash” 
In the end, it’s today & all of that is H2O under the bridge, the good ol’ days where I lived “I” 
I wouldn’t change a thing & my deep gratitude won’t ever change, my father’s passion, me 
Just a tiny moment please, take me back a second when police knew my name on Wabash.

Battle stations were manned, my soul and spirit got the solid Hip replacement, it’s blown 
Internet and media on the people’s broadcast air, paying for the breath to get sucked in Sin 
Break it on down in a line or two, you’re already way overdue, gotta get up early, gone fishin’ 
It’s a solo thing, don’t need a partner to be with above this Earth, me & H2O broken down.

Stayin’ with the jokes explaining the comedy and tragedy of this & that, I miss the goods 
Bads too because it taught me that jail & prison ain’t the way to the queens & king’s foods 
Breakin’ on the corner of the “Shy” if you know you know, yeah #Chi it’s all about the smoke 
Airing a complex full of burnt, smokin’ cannibals as back during Sodom & Gomorrah choke.

Been here, there where you are or where you’re goin, I’ve been everywhere on Earth’s plane 
Seven continents of meals eating dead animals and plants for kicks, recycling living pain 
Dams built to carry your H2O since you didn’t want to reside downstream by the salty sea 
Success. Throwback classic you now know, what it’s like runnin’ the dozens on my fleet.

Nothing special here, no business of mine what you do with your life, disappointment cools 
I’m responsible for my personal Karma, I owe what I owe and I’m here to keep it copacetic 
Easy riding on bikes’ two wheels Schwinn to Honda, never goin’ back thrown, that’s so sick 
Laughin’ at your ass & back off on the grass, my advice, get aged like cow cheese, my rules.

From Peter to James, mankind will survive until extinction gets us back to the good ol’ days 
Gold in the hills stays in the hills, pick axe & shovel smashed to extinction’s scrap heap too 
Play Station & games of a program to pass Time, wasted like morons & idiots in purple haze 
Slow down, check mate, you still got a few moves left in the hole, good ol’ species’ screw.

Hittin’ on my best friend tryin’ to take ‘ away from my side ain’t a capitol idea, breakdowns 
Imagine being in your body & not being able to move or talk about what’s going on, clowns 
Funny ones and sad ones, takin’ U-turns getting happiness under their belts, happy ending 
Last gasp for the gas, you’ll get there before you know it, if you knew when, you’d be singin’.

Sense ain’t made for free, you gotta pay the piper eventually, a necessary condition to be 
Thinking when you stopped bein’ a crybaby, everything would change but hell, it’s all good 
Nevermore will there be innocence, it’s too late to get back to the good ol’ days, smile wide
Just a memory & reproduction of infinity in finite form, astronauts know right now, “Hide!”

STEPHAN-ALFANO FAMILY CIRCA 1957 Anno Domini

  {#Throwback classic - when time moved slow as mollasses I, me as I call myself, am the dapper dude on left front row with spats on, my godfather didn’t choose ME to be his flower boy (LOL), but my sister Marie was a flower girl, anyway… Back to the good ol’ days!  }

 

{ Dude looked a bit like my brother Allen's doppleganger, RIP bro! }

by 

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 3-1-2026 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Crashed this jam while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOl’Days in a loop, again…  on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoobieBrothersConcert2025 @BigSmo @MorganWallen @HankWilliamsJr

OIL AND THE FILTER

If you don’t mind, this means War when you hear or see the rumors and hot propaganda

You don’t know what you don’t see or hear about by reading or word of mouth agenda

I know nothing and whichever words of explanation you hear one way or another, A Sting

Yank your attention and arrest it for an infinite moment, everything you know is changing.

 

Watch the end of the story unfold in a two-day battle, beheaded snake remains in motion

Party of the multiplicity on every continent on Earth the cars keep dancin’ in colored skin

Pink inside and out, blood’s purple inside & runs red on the outside of every skin’s parabola

Good old days you went through with me y’all know from Chicago to Mississippi to Florida.

 

Let me have the microphone, call it a #Mike, disguised a 1^st lady in the people’s blank house

In charge or down at the rock bottom of the ladder where the weight is carried it all aback

Woman had babies who grew up in spectacular or disastrous manners, can’t change it all

Know what I know way back in good old days, gas in my dad’s gas tank cost 20 cent per  gal.

 

Passing out or passing away is what we’ve been doin’ since I was back I the good old daze

Never change it one bit, I never knew more than I could see in the gods’ deep-purple haze

Talkin’ about a trippin’ in your home, greaser and dooper-style, all about hookin’ up to “its”

My girlfriends all knew my name, address & home phone number, so did their daddies’ fits.

 

Back to the story, back there where I used to run from the danger & turn around for a fight

Not afraid after the monsters in the dreams were exposed as the ghosts in my reincarnate

Body changed but the ghost within still misses those good ol’ days, it keeps returning to Go

Pumpin’ brakes on the way down to stop lights & octagon stop signs all about ebb & flow.

 

Slow down or speed up before it’s all over, relative or absolute control over ways & means

Nobody impedes an unstoppable force moving ahead or behind it, DNA in the magic beans

Gas giants leaving signatures every place in Space that allows it, chalk on a rock-hard skin

Beer, wine, spirits aged in wooden cherry barrels for a smooth sippin’ high lookin’ for a sin.

 

People of the rocks and sand above the liquid love of gods, every molecule & atom screws

Seeing and believing the Univision of television and the cable of the TNT & flatscreen blues

Beats layin’ down the moves for both above and below this dirty ground, I love down deep

Hills ahead with the ends still there waiting for the application of the means, soul I’ll keep.

 

Bum as I am all there is inside and outside of my family’s tree, branches down to holy roots

Twisting back and forth, to and fro makin’ the 208 bones assess joints strength top to foots

Remember everything & forget nothing, a dream streams like smoke in the dead air’s wave

Dead & done gone before I arrived, my forefathers knew I’d get down, right here & right now.

 

Bigger gratitude will not materialize out of the matrix than the infinite thanks I’ve got in deep

Under my finger and toenails, protected the feeling things that the dumb asses out my face

Not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, as they say, try to take advantage of me or mine

That will get you Smith & Wesson heat or at least Mr. Sam Bowie blade, 21 moves per slice.

 

Know what I know, bring it with y’all & pay it forward & a throwback the species’ extinctions

Bright boys and girls, the kids of the elders who had no idea why they paid for Mankind sins

Flow from the equator to the poles, due to the revolution and the wobble around, we’ll sing

Commitment to nothing and able to honor that One commits to the Void, all about Nothing.

 

Before the blood & bones partner, attention arrested cowboys & girls, all texts self-destruct

High school ring in my hands again, she gave it back, bet her father made that happen, Dick

Now it appears that I’ve had angelic overlords directing the impasses allow my passage out

Of the situations presented that want your money or your life, survived punk-asses, slick.

 

Sherrif knew my name, grandpa was the Fire Chief, ergo WTF I did put me above Man-dumb

Thought I was King ‘til they cut my hair & sent me to training under south Texas’ red-hot sun

Did me better to live with the Mississippi alligators that fled swamp Florida to the Bayou fun

Say nothing ever said, copyright as if it matters about Forms of the whole Truth at random.

 

Back to class after summer vacations, I think it was about 12 to13 years on a turnaround

And then on to serve the people in no-armed service where they showed me an M-16 sound

Booms of bombs and near misses inside and outside to get accustomed to surviving Ends

Ghosty, angel-spirit animates mud & then goes battery-dead, it’s sad but hey, Time bends.

 

Ready or not to uncover the silence inside or outside of a box or a can, a vile or a one-hitter

Better to have been here for a few moments than never to have come at all, it’s God’s butter

We are the epitome of Creation’s Rembrandt and even if you don’t have kin, you’re human

Mothers & fathers don’t matter, you matter, your form & consciousness’ recollection, man!

 

Let it go, pay attention to where you’re arrested, here & now, eyes wide open, see the gods

Always above & beyond the happiness you’ve ever consumed here & now, nirvana hotrods

Honey tastes as sweet as sugarcane pies that passed my lips, all bitters disappear as I sing

Turn around before you get to the dead-end street, you lived there, wouldn’t change a thing.

 

Served the masses both serious and solemn onto a population of country mates inherited

Media and internet completed the species dominance of the dirt from north to south pole

Still at the Ends, corpus dillecti can’t be denied, if you live you will die, factoid of life’s dead

Who left writing on cave walls, paper tiger Cro-Mag announcements in Pac10 Rose bowls?

 

Swear to God on a stack of bibles because one bible ain’t enough to swear on, need a stack

That is a promise & can’t be broken, death before the sheriff or deputy gets shot by mistake

You & yours are sacrosanct, mine are as well, due respect, it will be an honor to follow back

Clear dinosaur blood, viscosity in my .383 all 20-50 weight keeps my .44 under-seat make.

 

In a day way back in the ‘70’s, I wondered when 2026 would accumulate consecutive spins

Tryin’ to get my girlfriends to take everything off ‘cept my high school ring, recall mortal sins

It was all good, no child ever came out of wedlock as far as I’ve been told, God only knows

Certainty comes & goes with the wisp of wind blowin’ sound around in circles, takin’ blows.

 

Howls I heard were my own, my eyes were closed but wide-open like the Red Sea full of cod

Being chased by the big old bad soldiers of the empire, needed divine sea swallowing it all

Filling up Davy Jones’ locker with the metal and wood malformed into a deceptive skid Fall

To WAR, it will be a soul sacrifice of ones who signed on a dotted line, for the Love of God.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February 28^th MMXXVI Anno Domini at 11 o’clock AMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while loopin’ #GoodOleDays by @BigSmo & @CoreyCrowder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=_OXKnGY4hZT11rHY }