#God #DeepHead #DownWithAnUpDownMode #ColdBeer #IceChest #Pontoon #BeachGirls

DOWN WITH AN UP-DOWN MODE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, September 22, 2018

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Souls flyin’ around, up and down with gravity, back and forth with the wind, revolutionary Id

Tryin’ to get out of the skull ever since the conception of the thing itself, Essence of ma n’ pa

Take a note, you know the old saying, I will remind you here and now, hands up, don’t shoot

Stay out of the way of the enforcers of the rules and regulations, be obedient or above the law.

It’s not my intention to get the mob to start a riot in the city, in the county, country or world

I drank more alcohol and water than anyone on Earth, ate everything growing out the ground

A flight in the air or a trip on or under the ground, under the ocean down to the core, it’s Void

At absolute center, drink a shot n’ a beer, dream’ll be all over, God’s all jacked, idiotic bound.

Free birds die just like the dead kites fly, up and down, it must always go down to the ground

Free Will has nothing to do with the absolute Truth, you don’t have One, lost can’t be found

Freebies for everyone on the dole from the Big Brother who watches you mate and eat it raw

Or a girl, twins, triplets added to Aid For Dependent Children of the dastardly father’s jigsaw.

You who reads this tripe, stay positive and pretend you don’t know that you’ve lost your mind

There’s never more than One in the final curtain’s drop down on the stage floor, deaf n’ blind

There’s nothing up above and there’s nothing down below right here and now, up n’ down, I

No apologist will repair the origin’s intent, to lose and find the nature of a bobber or a fly.

Mighty virus and bacteria, atomic solar systems engulfed in the galactic mud, blood n’ beers

Every day is the beginning of the weekend, wealthy, impoverished, under or over nourished

Breathing the air in and out in a safe place of the empty space on the block, havin’ no fears

Complicated smoke rising from Being’s ground, it’s a soul’s spirit, It is Ga, stuff God dished.

by

r j j stephan, i { *dedicated to dearly departed #Mama ‘T’ who used to tell me “go fly a kite!” }

c. September 22, 2019 AD @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #UpDown on loop link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

#WWARD ????? #WhatAreTheOddsOfFate ????? { 0:0 } #VOIDED

#Chicago @Chicago @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WTFYouLookinAt ?

WTF YOU LOOKIN’ AT? IWFYU *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 21, 2018

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Me? Oh my, you need to get a life or something, you can’t eat me and can’t catch me #Ho

Quit throwin’ the garbage in my ocean house, people are filthy, they could as least die young

Some do and some don’t, they stay too long on the planet’s surface and cause the idiot dung

Bad days ahead until the species becomes extinct, allows another species to end this world.

Do not try the trouble hooks with long leaders tryin’ to snag my effin’ fins and gills, do or die

That’s all that I know and that’s nothing more nor less than the masters of your universal lie

The One who creates everything, you, me, all of it, becomes what we are and forgets about it

Now, we’re stuck in ignorant somnambulism and defending the somnambulists’ dirty sheets.

I refuse to follow the sleepwalkers, I’m waking up with or without y’all, so if you love me, bye

One on one, always knew I was life’s wishful thinker, pretending that this ain’t a great, big lie

Some hereafter, after what’s here and now, kept a mystery and the feature of blind, faux faith

Proof in your mind’s eye, a mile beyond sunset’s horizon, y’all gotta date with the holy wraith.

Regrets and reparations I had and fulfilled the karma on the path before I left, yet here I am

Still not breathing, underwater and outer-space are no barrier to my prowess, did it all twice

It was a direction sign to get the highway that you’d see in my eyes, if you dared to meet ‘em

I am not tough, I am just a shade under an imaginary #OccamRazor and it’s ready to slice.

In the end, as it always was before the end that will be on the Time and Space dimension line

Unknown factors in the quadratic equation plugged in to get an answer but it’s never the One

One was not in or out of time in the Past, it won’t be in the future, Always Present, it is mine

Today’s song is yesterday’s action, tomorrow’s whitewashed history, we be, having some fun.

by

r j j stephan, i { *header’s lifeless #Humunukunukuapuaua in the drink of the cyberH2O }

c. September 21, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SaturdayInThePark ala Chicago the band #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aMl3vWGGJ7M }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LoveMeNowOrIllGoCrazy #SweetThang #MAHALO #WAIHINI #HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA'A #GoneFishin

I CRY WHEN YOU DIE, MAHALO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 20, 2018

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Glasses of Vino and steins of Brew ain’t gonna heal anything, so I’ll just keep a cryin’

Better than dyin’ I think, I am a survivor and I will fight to stay alive, amoral compass

This is my being, I am what I am, I’m not the spirit after I die, I’m not the soul, who?

Nothing further from the truth than my blind faith in Nothing but the Void, emptiness.

Deep down under, inside the core of the flame’s flash point, oracles come on your first date

Eventually you will recollect the symbols and go on to the light ahead, no turning back then

On the way, look both ways before you cross Wall Street via the Way to Valhalla-Hades’s gate

Your daughters and sons, mothers and fathers, cousins, countrymen, hu-mans, will God eat?

God’ll consume and devour Dead stars, our Sun, Earth, all planets, solar and galaxy systems

Sun won’t shine on my tombstone because I never had one, I own all of the rock underground

A pebble with a surname perhaps help the living but the Grateful dead could care less/more

On another hand, tears from heaven don’t hurt anyone since they aren’t real, heavenly #War.

ESP and extraterrestrial intelligence has no form and no matter down under the dome of love

This is all there is regardless of your silly hopes and semi-contagious dreams of empty shells

No good and no bad, no beautiful and no ugly, it’s all a Ball of Confusion, blown brains above

Divine drippings flow down off of the mountains, recyclin’ to the sea, ad infinitum dumbells.

One day before you were conceived, Ms & Mr embryonic DNA, angels flew away to Neptune

It’s not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, I know you had higher hopes than just heaven

You wanted to sit at the right hand of a creator with no hands, why? Who knows, Wahine?

Tall drinks comin’ one after the other, the Black Jack D won’t stop with old white-haired me.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 20, 2018 Thursday @ 7:77 AM PHT

#Mahalo The Wahine Project { DRAFTED while listenin’ to some J BOOG #HearMeRoar #LoveSeason on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qXP_xykU8r8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShoNuffDoYouGood #EightToTheBar #BoogieWoogie

HOOTERS AND HONKIES, OH YEAH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

 Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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There’s a hook under the water and I’m trollin’ for the catch of the day, not Cod, no fish at all

When you know that you are the best women on planet Earth, badabing there it is, don’t fall

What you need is ‘the companions’ who get lucky and find solace in protection from chaos

Right now or later, right here or over there somewhere else, you are impacted by the Tao.

You and I know that there ain’t no justice at all for anyone who exists, nobody gets out alive

Story’s been told that when rigor mortis sets in, everybody scrambles to hide or burn you up

Look for a drainage of the blood into a sewer after eons of evolution from slugs sans slime

I am glad that you tried to rock and roll in your own way, words are all about the trials of us.

Full of everything that exists, the matrix, the cosmos, the thing itself as an Unmoved Mover

Immortality itself, is not a guy or a gal or a teacher or a student or a guard or innocent kids?

Essence of the flow within the DNA, the acid loves to be alive, spinnin’ in circles, big rocker

Birds on the ground and sky above down to the whale and plankton in the sea, it’s all there is.

Gone funky and wild as you wanna be, right place at the right time is the way to be, in synch

If you fail the first time, keep on truckin’ and you’ll get to the goal eventually with some luck

Hobnobbing between the herds only causes consternation among the selfless selfish beasts

No sharing in the places I hustle on my turf, you need to move on to the mortal-divine feasts.

Importance level at zero when the curtain comes down, I exit stage left and the world ends

With or without me it’s all the same, I’m yo’ mama, yo’ daddy, yo’ boyfriend or yo’ girlfriends

Without or with you it’s all the same, you’re an orphan picked up in a wreck on the side road

Raised to be as old as #Dirt, the way becomes an easy slide through Bronx/Brooklyn mode.

by

r j j stephan, i

{ written while listenin’ to some Temptations #BallOfConfusion & HITS on youTube https://youtu.be/-9poCAuYT-s }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeDrankLikeHankToo @BrothersOsborne #HighHopes

@SillyMe2 #EyeDrankLikeHank ?  #CoupleOfJugsInTheTank

EYES GOT A SLOW ROLL TO GO *
by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN 
·TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2018
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Catch me outside you FU-morons or better yet come inside of my house, we’re on a roll
Up in smoke or ashes of the bonfire I made out of your memories from an A to Z bell toll
A feature of being down and out is actually pullin’ yourself up without any help, yo y’all
You know as much as I do about what’s goin’ on here, right now, do not disturb, do tell.

On a laser beam with the emptiness of the motherly womb of outer-space, Santana’s amigo
After all’s said and done, assumed premises’ truth, jumps to deductive/inductive conclusions
Linguistics be darned, I will speak in the tongue that represents my thought process, Greco
Roman as well, an articulation of the Latin and the Greek, my people from European blow.

The wind that blew me here to the place I am in right now, at this time in space, but a dream
Never rowing a boat but I was drowned at Storm Lake when I was thirteen, dead as cream
Strings were attached to this life’s input and output, therefore I was saved by a dumb bell
Back in the gas of the air, the hydrogen and oxygen my heart loves to push up to my halo.

Correlate this coincidence, you read the world’s word’s into the motif of absurdity, there it is
We’re on the same page with the extinction of the species, not just me but all of the cave men
They will annihilate the planet’s Feng shui in the Tower of Babel, where killers kill Thin Lizzy
Why they were allowed to find the atomic matrix split, we’re God’s a black and blue H2O sea.

I have a slight of hand for you, a byte of magic that you will use to disappear, a last gasping
Ready and get set, here it comes, it is of and by the #RareEarth that came before the living
In the rocks rolling along the rivers of gas and stone dust, the lead and the gold of the #Ra
Goddesses untying the knots of wisdom and knowledge, credo of a #MoneyMaker hookah!

by
r j j stephan, i { *Header is a representation of a #FakeBlackPanther who is #Winning !}
c. September 18, 2018 Tuesday @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to some #RareEarth on youTube link for #GetReady & HITS @ https://youtu.be/XM_oalcMjf0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShootMeStraightBetweenTheJaws

 #HandsUp #ShootMeStraight

HILLBILL, HOMEGRO & ROADKILL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, September 17, 2018

 

Way back in the day when you and I was in charge of this legal system, enculturated to obey

Obedience to the law is both sufficient and necessary to obtain the peace of night and today

If and only if obedience of all members in the whole ‘set’ is achieved, will to be or not to be

Make any sense to the mortals who know they’re gonna die and won’t get another shot free.

If reincarnation is a fact, not just a probability, then your Karma is sacrosanct, will the good

Never thinkin’ of the retaliation for wrongs committed toward your peaceful warrior’s mood

Static waves of the infrared to the ultraviolet phuqyn up the Reality of Consciousness, God

If there is anything else, it’s too vague to put into words, useless for this little ditty of blood.

It’s tobacco in a stove pipe, burnin’ up the woods and the dance floors, howlin’ for #Trouble

You and I know she’s always waitin’ down the street but you can never find her double bubble

It may be a figment of imagination I suppose but my take on this 208 bones is, ain’t no secret

Substance, the form, the shape of the being thing in the set of all things to be or not, #Sheet!

Word in the vernacular, in the context and in the spirit of being facetious, #Gravity doz suck

There is no way to get out of this situation alive my friends and unknown “X’ factor ilk silk

In a multilingual way here at the center of the tower of babble power, Word returns to womb

Last #HighHope is a #BlindFaith belief in a mutation of fear, empty bottle of wine, my doom.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 17, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to sumbeechin’ jamz #YAll on the youTube #WhiteTrashBeautiful & #TennesseeHillBilly #WhiteTrash links @ https://youtu.be/tj4OgWq5OmE & https://youtu.be/XqS3OvMbcz4 }

#WhiteTrash #JustWalkDueToNobodyThere

W.W.A.R.D.?

DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO WORRY ABOUT THEREFORE, I AM INDEED, A #SimpleMan

A PERFECT, PURPLE HERD Y’ALL {@EVERLAST }

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 16, 2018
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It melts in your mouth but not in your hands, you are such a toothless tiger, child mandingo

Or old, ancient mariner whitehead blowin’ off steam from the grind, of listenin’ to your lip

Flappin’ in the wind and spouting nothing but useless information from your innerdyldoe

All you and I ever get is a momentary heightened state of euphoria for a momentary clip.

On being alive even for a nanosecond, now that is truly a miracle come true for divine hags

What more could God ask for more than a large bowl of purple M&Ms, maybe plain & peanut

Or the almond ones, overloaded nuts covered in chocolate and a hard sugar shell, all for a nut

Not in your hands as I said or if you choose not to touch them at all, pour ‘em out the bags.

But I don’t really know if it matters or not that I know that I don’t know anything, sing a song

Or maybe no receipts and no records of my existence on the dirt ball means I’m already gone

I may or may not be a friend or foe yet I have the ability and intent to spread joy to the world

Haters’ll hate even if I radiate black gold from all of seven holes in my head, lip-drippin’ gold.

Short n’ sweet it’s not, I kid you not, we must overcome the nature of this beast’s monotony

With or without polygamous and monogamous monotony in a polygamous Deuteronomy

I need the home and the girl and I got the bottle of Jack Daniels for the road, we’ll just do it

Purple tongue and sweet cavity at the bottom of the root, it’s a Princeology of the 3rd planet.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 16, 2018 Sunday @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SolidHITS on youTube @SkynyrdLynyrd #SimpleMan & Brothers Osborne #MakeItBurn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oNYCzDzOuME }

W.W.A.R.D.?

TODAY IS SUNDAY AT POPS - I GAVE YOU ANOTHER BROKEN

LOWER HOPES FOR ALPHA MALES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 16, 2018

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I ain’t the one so don’t look around here where I’m at, nobody I know is the one either

There may be only one One and I haven’t been introduced since the empty air blather

Strange and unearthly tales from the crypt of the foreigners who claim fake precedence

The Word’s in the ice chest, cold beer poured before the Truth for evermore, oh my leader.

Pain is the ignorance and the moronic, idiotic stupidity of the masses who follow tail

A bunch of mass in the herd that moves the thing itself, while I lay around in wait, hail

If it wasn’t for me there would only be some monks and nuns keeping the Word alive

Writers kill the Word, readers eat the Word and the vulgar ones come to mind, all jive.

What I am is the matter, the form, the movement of the symphonic rhapsody of my bones

Not just me but all of the things that originate to be here and now, to live and die on loan

From the beating heart of the unseen creator to the vacuum of empty Void, that’s all folks

Only the fools await another formulation of the given, standing in awe of the reality of jokes.

Discovery and judgement from the facts presented is paramount to becoming one who knows

This, that and everything else there is to think about with abstract concepts and real stardust

All of it is the flow from the bottle of grins the gods and their maker of moonshine, low blows

Kickin’ the events of the day around to the believers of bull scat, that’s the way of citizen zest.

All of it, to force the DNA acid to mutate and recalculate the measurement, holy ground zero

Place in space where there was never any time, not a momentary lapse of rationality to spare

Morons have eaten all of the men’s bodies and souls, left the shells of the idiots which remain

To govern the bunch of us that don’t appreciate commands from strange birds, a white stain.

Nothing more than someplace you’ve got to be until you figure out where to shed the 96 tears

Six feet four or seven score, the food you are doesn’t see itself as mastication of loathing fears

Chewing tobacco and swilling whiskey with a nervous reaction to the unknown, fight or flee

Beta females n’ Delta males produce burned-out DNA. a species’ extinction man, you and me.

by

r j j stephan, i { a byte of jack for the #Rednecks & #Panthers, bobbin’ heads, up & down }

c. September 16, 2018 Sunday @ 4:10 AM Time in Pacific Standard Space

{ flyin’ solo once again, drafted listenin’ to #FloridaGeorgiaLIne #UpDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

ufzM }
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W.W.A.R.D.?