THIS GUY'S EYE is SOMEWHERE ON A BEACH IN KAUAI, HAWAII & YOU?

THE WRAITH.  WHO?  INDEED

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, October 13, 2018

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Numbers and points in space make LOVE timing all wrong, drawin’ bent lines, playin’ tricks

Mathematically certain that the logic will prevail with or without two cents of human chicks

Ones that turned into the many and think about linear formulations of reality’s faux matrix

Questions without answers still being asked as if it matters, you love me, you want me, dicks!

I mean nothing by the words used as name-calling and shaming the ones whom the shoes fit

Other than the persecution of embarrassment for being a superlative rear-void, matter of fact

Just hold on, keep your pants on, there’s a fire but nothing will burn down, it’s fireproof scat

Apparently the opened eyes, wide opened, has caused the Truth to be uncovered for a wee bit.

In other words, whether you’ve thought about it or not, begin to wonder about your purpose

You will find that you have none, not even a clue about your ultimate purpose, except our rot

Turning to dust or staying in the formaldehyde casket until a black hole reverses, god-am plot

Consciousness locked into a tail spin, then a head spin, then just evolving the revolving boys.

Mothers can’t do anything other than hatch the eggs, they have no behavior control over God

That which they bear from the womb is the product of either divine or random DNA blood

North to South pole matters not one byte, all rocky and blue beautiful, animated second blow

Played in the mess and the cesspools of seven wonders, found somewhere over a rainbow.

An image burned upon your and my retina from a childhood encounter with a UFO, my dad’s

He got out of a cigar-shaped spaceship floated over and said, “Launchpads are on a bonfire!”

“What?” I responded as I got up, moving to finale, exit stage left, spun yo-yo n’ Frisbee fads

My inner confidence overwhelmed both me and the shadow of my former self, I was ‘Dying’.

Then I watched It, the big star get closer as if I was speeding, increasing velocity, infinite Ga

I either got smaller or the sun got bigger but I got those 93 million miles under my red wings

There was nothing left, no hands or feet, no head or torso, not a conscious thought’s holy idea

I can’t and you won’t remember, inhumane torture impossible to recall, beaten up, she sings.

All relatives, friends, mates and lovers totally disappeared from conscious awareness, not sin

Like a magic spell was cast, I was discombobulated beyond doubt, tried to sneak an attic kiss

There were lies told and truths hidden in caves from the product of this solar event, dreamin’

Event horizon’s the final place, ripped space’s fabric, divinity’s magic origins, it is, what it is.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 13, 2018 @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to DELUXE @FleetwoodMac #GoYourOwnWay #Everywhere & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DubafeFeJ7Y }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

Love Like a Man (Live at the Fillmore East) - @ricoSacto, #ricoSacto

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TroubleTerribleTrick #DivineComedy of the #Overlord

TRUBBLEMAN I AM, GTFOH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, October 9, 2018

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JUMP! Out of your skin and bones comes this feature of getting the fools outta here

No reason for ever evolving or being created from the Void’s nothingness, Ra or God

It’s not my alter-ego’s fault, I didn’t program my behavior from the First Cause’s effect

I am merely a tool to move a few rocks while I roll from the past to the future edict.

Cheerful in specific, holy moments and such but totally aware of ignorant, beautiful yobbos

Comes with keeping your feet in the fire, nose to the grindstone with unrelenting, wee hobos

Consuming the nature and becoming nurtured by the maid in charge of flights up the steps

Until the day that hunting for prey calls the wings to launch in flight, blowin’ me, windswept.

Don’t let the portal between your mother’s and father’s worlds cause you to abandon Truth

Of the nature of your being, the Earth’s natural being in a solar system revolving, rotating

Wobbling around and around for no reason other than that’s what electrons do, creating

These things around us perceivable by the things inherited through the DNA of a wraith.

You will not be happy, you may be sad about the words you’ll hear and interpret meaning

Proof that what’s mysterious is what’s going on here on Earth, above and below’s warning

To stay on the straight and narrow path when it’s easier to take it to war, all the guys, dead

When you get to the end where rocks hit the roll, honey’s at the bottom of a tree, grounded.

Now and then, before and after One dies and the bag of bones becomes cosmic goo redux

Enlightenment occurs well before consciousness escapes and leaves the mind, aw shucks

It’s not that I have anything to do with the facts of life, I’m merely a messenger of lowdowns

As I launch from highness, I’m focused on air-kill lunch for eaglets, #TroublemakerClowns.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 9, 2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of #HITS after the Armstrong & Getty show from 0600-1000 AM PST; link to the #HITS like Grand Funk Railroad - Band #ImYourCaptain @ inspired me @ https://youtu.be/D295vdVGJu4}

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnAMissionFromNeptune @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

ICE IN A HOUSE, SOLO CUP TO BE

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

--DEDICATED TO ALL SOULS DEPARTED FROM THE PLANET EARTH EXIT TO THE HEAVENS AND SPACE OF THE ORIGIN-- #STEPHANO

 

Socrates and Aristotle didn’t have any idea why Plato always wanted to argue with friends

But he did and he wrote the words down in a language he learned to speak in honeybee hive

We inherit these evaluations of the good, the bad and the ugly, all of the beautiful loose ends

I might die tonight, you as well, nobody gets away with murder and none get out alive jive.

You can do the boogie or the bug-a-loo or the polka or waltz, no matter, can’t move or blow

In a box or an urn, in a sealed manila envelope, either way, it’s spent, finished in a screech

Powder keg or wall of throwing knives comin’ at your face, nothing to hide, full disclosure so

Clickin’ drinks to celebrate freezing cold #ICE found to be our origin, the mighty dark Beach.

No fortune teller sayin’ where this man’s ten toes are goin’ maybe nowhere or far, far away

Pinchin’ loaves and pretty girls, all just smart and nice as mother bred them, oh aberration

It’s just a matter of this time moving on to the future, all men and women, daughter and son

Gettin’ ready for the boot stomp and lunch in a baggie, entered the gold mine, gettin’ it ready.

In the form of the matter we’re in, we’ve got to admit the mortality based on backwoods legit

A way of being able to defend and protect yourself and your family and friends, that is all of it

Punk rock to jazz, on to the ballads and the #Quiet is getting turned up to the highs of decibel

Smoke a little smoke, this is the right time for blues at the Silver Star, bump your empty shell.

Plato, Aristotle and Socrates began the main theme to my twenty somethin’ year old minds

Back in the 70’s.....the 1970’s.....historical record indicates I won, I’m still winning all kinds

Material and immaterial existence form the thought, empty Void of vacancy into A ZIP ear

Pure and vile, my Red Solo Cup, to be is to supply an infinite flow of Budweiser kegs of beer.

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r j j stephan, i {Back fr. Reno’s #ItalianFest, did NOT get an effin’ Cannoli, Italians ran out! }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 Monday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Nickelback on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DmeUuoxyt_E }

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 W.W.A.R.D.?

#CloseYourMinds #BeAware #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

SONNY, WHAT DID I SAY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 8, 2018

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I know you know what you think you know, now where’s my #JDBlack , now then, what?

Study philosophy and religion of the ancient to the modern era and you become an i-robot

Repeating the same old rock and roll stanzas heard for thousands of years, monotony of Id

Expression of #Kryptonite itself in the form of a Superman Ego of a meek, shrimp or squid.

In your truck, your boat, your jet plane or spaceship, life appears as animation of a DNA flaw

Mistaken natural selection from mountains to sea, an incendiary wobble about a solar straw

Gettin’ sucked in, we know for certain yet it is highly probably the case that it’s true in a NYM

You and I are accidental conception, a result of the ignorance of real legends of HM Eminem.

Perfection in your eyes and ears. a distortion of the actual truth that none can ever see within

It’s all in your head, in your soul, in you mind and you won’t see the Truth outside of Berlin

Computers running your show and mine just to get a distorted buck of tweets and posts, duh

Argue for or against the nature of the beast and you wind up like me, being a beast alone bro.

Maybe it wasn’t anything I ever said, it was nothing at all except a figment of my imagination

The eyes have it all whether blind or 20/20 vision, it’s the insight in the outside, faded news

Your walls of your homes in the gardens of Eden and your fathers’ mothers who died in pain

Cream may rise to the top, but without a cork once the bottle’s full, it will spill and disappear.

Simple men mating with complex women of the 21st century, all injustice’s flame redressed

#NotYouToo is a growing number of men and woman, #Selfish #Egotistical fledglings of bed

Where their mothers and fathers conceived the #WrongDNA, no fault of their own, God Dam

A waterway that spills into the lakes and oceans moves the Hydrogen and Oxygen for s Adam.

Nowhere else to go and nothing to do in any case, in the void of the pyramid, 4th dimensional

Time’s Space is Sonny, my dad mix to yield the compound we all know as this “form of life”

In an urn right now until I bring it to the top of Mount Rainer and disburse his dust n’ bones

I blinked, the dream ends here in a species’ space, it’s said, it’s done, feel the blade, my knife.

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r j j stephan, i

c. October 8, 2018 Monday @

{ written in a somnambulistic coma from the drive down from Reno, Nevada Great Italian Festival, Eldorado Hotel Casino & while listenin’ now to Eric Church on youTube Jack Daniel's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rq4DV7BID5U }

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BlowinDownTheRoad

DRANK A 5TH ON THE 7TH, JD or JB
BY

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

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Named Jack or Jim makes no difference to me after the 6th shot & Cervesa, Corona paid C’s

I blazed a trail from the back door of the bar, walked down an alley, slid in the tricky blow

Fell down, blacked out before my graduation from grad school at MIT, kiddin’ it was Hades

Worked for the Federal government of a “manned” country for 25 years, escapee in the flow.

A curmudgeon for good times but an ignorant pessimist, who has no need for hope or faith

All he needed in his life was love but he couldn’t find anyone that loved him more than he

So he left the planet without the touch of another who bleeds love in their veins, he’s wraith

A symbol of all that’s impossible and improbable yet true enough for a bizarre word of glee.

Compound the simple minded with the inhumane and you have the world as we know it now

It may or may not change with the whiff of time, velocity ‘bout 67,000 MPH, retrograde too

Bottom line is, it’s a miracle that we’re here at all much less for years of happiness and pain

Happy people due to love and sad, unhappy folks here, there and everywhere, hating disdain.

A train went by my bedroom window, by my workplace work station and now it’s in my alley

Runs along the coast, under n’ through woods n’ mountains from Sierras to New York n’ back

Dug deep holes for the gold and I found nothing but the dirt under my boots, eatin’ the taffy

Between my shots and beers and smokes of the leaves of tobacco and grass, it’s my life, Jack!

When the shakes start makin’ me cramp up into a ball and my feet feel like they need homes

Not under my legs but in a six foot deep end hole, more or less, someplace to lay down bones

All of these little brothers n’ sisters wanting the dream to come true, they won’t get hurt at all

When you die dreamy hope dies with you, it never hurts the dead, just a free-will in free-fall.

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r j j stephan, i { <3 span=""> is more precious than #Gold }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 @ 11:30 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Darius Rucker & other rockin’ hits on youTube link like #RockMeMama @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CRUCIFICTION, IBM AND THE HANDS LEFT ON THE DECK @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 4, 2018 _______________________________
| _anon_____XXXXXX___ymous____|

Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod

by rjj stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PS

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

{ “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

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