#YoungerThanTheSun #MysticWindWinning

"It stoned me to my very soul........oh, the water, the H2O...hope it don't rain all day...like jelly rolls stoned me to my soul...like goin' home...and the sun came up.....let it run all over me..."  -- @VanMorrison

PUSH ME AWAY, LAST CALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 ·Saturday, September 8, 2018

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Drink your martini and JD or JB neat, I don’t GAF what’s in the glass, empty keg of beer

Pushin’ away from the squeeze of that bar on the corner, broke me last year, I’m all here

Livin’ the life of luxury, triple pension and a part-time job cuttin’ grass in #Killer cemetery

Fishin’ on Saturday mornings when everybody else is either sleepin’ or still drinkin’, hey!

I am only an ape-man and I’m just like anyone else in this monkey suit, no offense apes

Naked ones are especially cheerful of their hairless culture, clothed and shod, coiffured

Goats’ smell gone with a bath and a spray, shower off, swim in the chlorine or salt H2O

Victoria knows deep down inside her soul that I am what I am and she is what she is, go.

No choice on either paw or either hand or either foot, is that right? Only angels GAF, Yo hey

You and your preachers and priests and ministers prefer that you confide in great Unknowns

Avoid dancing on the weekend, drinking all night long and premarital sex with strange bones

All of the dead guys and dead gals who used to live and thrive down here on Earth, dare I say!

Now that y’all can help the living you just stand there mute in outer space without wings, lord

No band playin’ or orchestra blaring classical or the rock or soul or country of a #Red Horde

Pink skin, sun-burned and blistered down to the bone, blood of god knows who from where

Yet, we’re here and it’s right now, in this space and this time, what you see, this is it. #HAIR!

by

r j j stephan, i { “Justice will be done.” - #ApeMan #SimpleMan #Anonymous Anonymous }

c. September 8, 2018 Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #Apeman & HITS of The Kinks link @ https://youtu.be/1ye2nI7L_0g & Lynyrd Skynyrd #SimpleMan & HITS @ https://youtu.be/sMmTkKz60W8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WHISKEY #RYE #BOURBON #JesusLives #WINE

READY TO LAY ME DOWN WHISKEY

by Richard Joseph Stephan·

 Friday, September 7, 2018

#BallsToTheWall and it means nothing at all to anyone but my mother and father, all dead

Therefore, I am all there is that’s left of that deposit of centuries of struggle to survive here

On Earth as it is in Heaven or whatever floats your boat, climbin’ mountains, surfin’ to a stop

From the Alpha male and Omega female we have become this here and that there, right pop?

I don’t know anything about movies or talkies or neon moons but I know nobody cares a bit

About you or me or what we do or how long we live or when we’ll die, nobody G.A.F. as yet

But it’s inevitable if you live past the age of reason, more or less than seven orbits ‘round Sun

So that you’ll comprehend the facts of life, you come alive by intent or accidental aberration.

Regardless of the actual Truth regarding Holy Grails and Golden Chalices, it will return

With the pressing of a key or a button, opaque or lit up like a glimmering signal to mourn

For the final curtain a song has been muted but can be whispered in the darkest #Deep

It sounds like the rock and roll, the jazz, the blues, the soft rock of the monster and creep.

Nobody is gonna get out of this predicament of the desperate men and sanguine women

Meeting together in a small room to speak to one another with smiles and body signals

Very polite and full of the proper manners to be civilized in the culture we buy with gold

Try to get some of the pleasure and love without the cash, no money, no honey, just old.

All you get is the time you spend waiting to move to the unknown ‘x’ on your own worst day

Here we go again, hot fire never knows and it’ll never tell, lovin’ drinks on a pontoon today

Here’s some #Presence to sprinkle on your liquid fuel for your intention of being human

Go revolve a hundred times ‘round @Talladega key to get lost, give it up, right here man !

Bums and refuse of the DNA fountain creepin’ and day drinkin’, recur overtime free-will

Nobody wins, crazy people SHOOTING you straight in your pockets, you’re in free-fall

Drink as much as you can, smoke what won’t make you sick and tired, cancer bleed-out

Last time just like the first, hidin’ in a mirror and at the bottom of a whiskey jig, gods do-lie.

by

r j j stephan, i {Thanks GOD for all of the Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey I recycled! }

c. September 7, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Toby Keith #CallAMarine & COUNTRY #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pbtJDNmqpUY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookButDontTouchBaby #SexyAsYaWannaBe

"#SHOOT #ME #STRAIGHT #MakeItBurnAllTheWayDown "

by  Richard Joseph Stephan 

·Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Jack Daniels never asked for a mix or a chaser, I hurled with the surprise, still be smokin’

You know and I know that it’s just a matter of time when you’re addicted to fake thinkin’

Remember your relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins, mothers, fathers, aunts, old-ass uncles

All of them got the sting, a bit too late to bleed, to stay wasted, feeling numb above ankles.

If your heart has ever been broken, it was your own fault for releasing your guard god dogs

Everybody knows you need your heart’s love in tact, it don’t work when it’s broke, up straight

Sometime you just got to say WTF and make it burn all the way down to the hot ground hogs

It ain’t gonna ache too much longer than a four shot spell at the bar, should be up really late.

You know your limit and I know mine, once the limit is exceeded, there are no guarantees

Anything is possible at that point, you go with the rhythm and the beat of the inner cities

Moving out to the suburbs and then all the way out to the foot-hilled valleys and mountains

From the bottom of the #MarianaTrench to the tip of #MountEverest, a dirty space potato.

Imagine water and gravity applied to the space potato and badabing badaboom, Earth Isis

In a matter of several thousand spins and revolutions, wobbling around in an ellipse, I is

A man or a woman who mate to make another one or the other, x & y chromosomal #Vape

Possible in a test tube of conception, gestation in an incubator and nurtured by s naked ape.

All stones that aren’t rolling have an agenda, nothing stays in one place for long, let’s roll

Alrighty then, let’s just take a walk away from the pain and suffering, release is immanent

I know and you know it too, it’s a matter of Time and the Space you give in the holy hole

Mercury to Uranus, the photons blow at light speed, millions of miles in a cosmic event.

It’s a supernova of the sun, the only god man ever worshiped, yellow, black, brown, white mix

All for One and One for All, the power to the people and so forth, ad infinitum, I was sixty six

Sudden impact of a tangerine daymare, dangerous as being born or just letting the being die

Fear in y’alls mind’s eye, understanding nothing but the love of blind faith, a frightening lie.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, September 5, 2018 AD @ 4:20 PM HST (Hawaii Standard Time)

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #GuardiansOfTheGalaxy Vol.1 & Vol.2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vfWv7j4FIxQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HILLBILLIES #MORONS #IDIOTS #FakeNews & ME

HILLBILLY MORONS, IDIOTS & ME *#FakeNews

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Points not for Rene Descartes nor Guatanama to say or think about, a dead net stream flow

Your time in this space on Earth is finished, caput, lights out and that’s the conJob in a blow

Thinking at first seems to be immaterial and logic reasons to select matter and form as Real

You see with freeman eyeswith a slave mind, that you’re in a hostile world of bloodline zeal.

Forced adaption to providing the labor for the exchange of credits and debits, that’s all of it

A coitus interruptus for the masses who feel the need to bleed into fruit. legume, seed and pit

Merit nothing as you imagine that nothing is the First Cause of the universe, infinity’s Alpha

Is it what it is when the #Ends clearly appear to be that there’s no starlight or neon 3D Delta.

Living off of the grid, surviving underground, deep in the backwoods of my yard’s forest sage

A cushion of pine needles, dead and brown but conducive to barefooting, shoeless hippy rage

With a physical and mental problem, I walk alone in the valley of the shadow of life’s vitriol

Acrimonious rancor everybody loves but a joke frees your soul, when seen as God’s holy grail.

Peaceful inside and outside the consciousness seat of where I am, where we are, nobody cares

I am not thinking just before my conception in the womb, I cannot recollect the space’s time

About the time that hunger occurs, food and provisions are in order, we’re loaded for bears

Selfish as a pain in the rear, here’s a 3 muskateer-like chant, “All for One and One for all.”

If you’re One of the three morons or idiots who believe the motto to be the Truth, go spawn

Since the age of Reason we believed half of what we’ve seen and none of what we’ve heard

Scepticism sewed into the fabric of an existential metaphysics, blind faith in the Eagle bird

In a river’s water bed, swirling eddys full of the liquid gas, I fish for the catch, a bite, fish on!

Doom and gloom is what got you here, stones rolled and beatles rocked the world into a rave

Now in retrospect the half century from the 1960’s to the 2018 #FakeNews drivle of the cave

Older folks got theirs, some of them didn’t, younger folks are flaggin’ theirs, just like to #Rap

Not rock yet a cannard of gods’ on a bed full of non-compliance, naked apes’ #FakeNewstrap.

by

r j j stephan, I { *header is @ReneDescartes on the left & @Guatanama on the right }

c. Mercredi 12:00pm Noon Dismissal 9-5-2018, September Wind blowing me down!

{ written while listenin’ to @ChakaKhan #RUFUS #SweetThang on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ksRrVlqRjKE }

 

W.W..A.R.D.?

#KillerEightyEights

W.W.A.R.D.?

WELL...YOU KNOW........ #ShootMeStraight  

#MakeItBurn #ShootMeStraight #SeventhSons #FourthDaughters @MamaToldMeWhenEyeWasYoung @MakeItBurn

UNDER AN IRIDESCENT MOON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan
c. · Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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In a change of mind and heart, the blow of death fades from taking over, like Godzilla

It’s not that you don’t want to be immortal and healthy forever until a Rico supernova

Reality is, we all come and we all gotta go sooner or later, but for sure it rings a bell

Nothing will survive either a century more or less, not even a vampire, not an angel.

I ain’t gonna let it get me down, just ‘cause I got a table for two and only One will die

Lonely rooms everywhere in every house from Tupelo to Tallahassee, tons of smokin’

Guns and rifles and plants rolled into cigars, bullets, gunpowder, girls and whiskeyin’

What I’ve done, I can’t remember it all but it was always light of the neon moon and I.

For the first and last time, the absolute Truth about the reality of origins, a third eye’s door

Heaven and Hell are the illusions of the frustrated monks and all brothers who come and go

In their haste to conclude the wonder, conclusions have been bleached, on the ground floor

With accidental fortune and a primal brain-full of mind, philosophy emerges for a deep blow.

Found nothing that I’ve ever lost because the found is valued as a deserved recompense

For the things that you’ve lost and never have found, nobody cares or remembers nonsense

Into the mystic, the clouds part and the absolute clearness of the sky let’s the spirit rise to fly

Out of the atmosphere, this world, jacked jaws wide, now so what, too dang high to tell a Lie?

Hillbillies and city slickers tryin’ to teach me how to be in Chicago or Maui, a little coonsmile

For the sake of Good, Bad and the Ugly the show must go on, immerse my love in dark holes

I saddled up when I was just a boy, rode off into a sunset, never went back to holy lake bowls

Born, raised urban cowboy, speedin’ in the city, past beer country moons, my irridescent pile.

by

r j j stephan, i { Blown dust off of the bible mixed with a Harvey Wallbanger yields 2P2O5 ! }

c. September 4, 2018 Tuesday @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @DavidLeeMurphy #DustOnTheBottle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uNkF_ZpQ4eg }

#MakeItBurn  #ShootMeStraight   #ComeOn #WWARD.?

#Adventureland @WelcomeAboard

SKIPPY DAM 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, September 3, 2018

For the alpha test of the journey between here, there, now and then, we’re a liquid black hole

Moving the Unmoved Mover from East to West, clockwise if observed from a northern pole

Counter clockwise below the equator in the Southern Hemisphere’s point of below, as above

My spirit, my consciousness, my memory, my imaginary self, non-existent prior to #Love.

Featureless and without motion, the #BigBang produces the distance between dusk & dawn

Musk of my odoriferous scent embalmed in my RNA, mitochondrion hypochondriac of dirt

Boredom, ennui of my father’s labor, creative urge to animate the given tabernacle of spawn

Recently awakened from the pretenders’ who hawk the blind faith, become extinct, to abort.

In the field of this matrix, you die in the middle of liking the being you’ve become, a #Hitman

Taking care of other people’s business that they cannot engage, elimination of denominators

Uncommon numerators and diminished sevenths in a hodgepodge of muddy blood of a bird

Drunken women and men, more than I need, more than you can imagine, downshift to 3rd.

Dam behind the wall of empty rocks and jagged rolls, it’s all you need to get wet and cold

In and out of the current, flowing like soft silk, currents and eddys below the pebbled beach

For the sake of the California dreamer, I become silent at the climax of the ORIGIN’s mold

Needles and spoons left for the ones who can’t survive in the strangling strangeness, I teach.

Burning and freezing here for a sort of repayment for disobedience or impudence of who?

Distant relative way beck in the day when everything was cool, no Jesus, just man’s booze

Nothing and nobody in between, to save us from our natural feelings and actions, fake news

I got some and you want a little bit, we can scratch one another’s back and lick our fuzzballs.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 3, 2018 @ 2:44 PM Monday

{ drafted listenin’ to # BozScaggs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5wNKQ7RRXfk } 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeGotMyHandsUp #YouGotTheWrongGuy #ItAintMyFault ....#TrueDat

ATYPICAL MARYROSE PHANTASM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan· 

Sunday, September 3, 2018

 

Love grows where my @Rosemary goes and all I can do is follow the #Fengshui of #Zen

It is just a matter of time in space, my face and yours reflecting #Uber wonder and hunger

To kill and eat the meat from the bones of the living things that run from your raw power

Nobody wants to be eaten, dead or alive but if you’re killed by a cat, that’s almighty then.

Could have been a cancelled series, one of those 60’s or 70’s shows, reminisce among dead

Pictures and memories of things that used to be and are no more, due to the natural pothead

Blown away in a cloud of weed smoke, make Ala’s faded life completely obliterate brothers

Grace and prayers will have no effect on the stiffs’ ashes and skulls in graves and DJ lockers.

Lost and found in the same place everything always is, time and time again, it starts at zero

A timeline to the past and future at the moment you know that you are PRESENT, as a hero

Came to the planet’s surface through woman’s egg and man’s seed, absolute nonsense, hole

In this game, I didn’t know I was just a player, disposable diapers’ full of my golden #Soul.

Wild I know, I am and it is what it is, the nature of the beast, sneakin’ like a bat outta hell

Getting out of here alive is impossible for the ones I’ve seen, mouths agape, rigor mortis L

Do not pick me to see the light in the darkness and come back to let the world know, I’m in

In the back way or through the front door, up the side street to the dead end’s mortal sin.

FakeNews Revolution for the speck of dust we angels call home, the gist of it, we’re caput

Off with the heads of the Enjambments and Lincolns, Smith and Jones too, in a fake shootout

Between Good, Evil and the Live, only the Ugly can’t outlive what #Fake heaven too has done

A DNA manipulated by natural selection and astral projection of incorporeal rays of a sun.

In a cult of #RoseWine, a cherry blossom straddles the scent, aglow spice of an ordinary hand

Blame and responsibility for the possession and ingestion of the matrix’ sparkling moon sand

In a manner of speaking, it’s academic because in general, out-of-sight pretenders of #Nigh

Runnin’ the #dozens and engines of creation on empty, I’m immersion in a #MaryRose high.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday September 2, 2018 @ 11:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of #LynyrdSkynyrd HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J4j7ggZqbiU }

 { HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAMA, 9-3-1924 @SalvatreseAlfano }

W.W.A.R.D.?