#BelieveMe #TrustMe #YouWillBePushinUpDaisies #WeAintGettinOutOfThisLoveAlive #NoneOfAreFree

YOU FOLLOWING ME?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 20, 2018

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Regarding your and my feeble attempts at understanding the insoluble mystery of God

What millions call the creation of their creator, without knowing but with blind faith

Slowing down Time and staying here in this Space, right now, where we see eye to eye

Hearing the lowdown on the life you and I lived is important but not sacrosanct today.

Pushin’ up daisies in the field of dreams you call the cemetery or the ash that human dump

Dippin’ our toes in the water just because we knew how to have fun, being together in love

Gettin’ ready for the sun and some rum with the best girl in the world, itsy bitsy Dixiecrat

Pretending that it will last forever, trying to not think about death tearing our happiness up.

We all get along in the real America that sat before our founding fathers, old European men

Hardly a women in the foundation of members who overthrew British ruling American sin

Disobedience to the crown of England apparently frowned upon in the seventeen hundreds

Revolution was the only way to gain freedom from the Queen, the King and Dukes’ guards.

With or without you and I, this dream continues as it has for hundreds of years without us

I wished and hoped as a young man, that the world had a meaning beyond nothingness bliss

Dashed hopes and dreams on an ocean rocks of North Pacific, fell off a cliff, blew my mind

Bottle of tequila loved me again, helped me feel the warmth of an empty gun, nuts in a bind.

I am a leader but you don’t need to follow me to where I lay down to die, stay to be shunned

I really don’t give a flying, freakin’ un-bee-leave-uh-bull, it’s all outer Space my wings do call

Nothing else to formulate in the premises, the conclusion is not only rational, logic’s gunned

Luxury and poverty mean nothing like lead or gold, when Earth evolves into Nova’s hell-hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 20, 2018 A.D. @ 1800 hours PDT

{ drafted while rockin’ with Montgomery Gentry #WhatDoYouThinkAboutThat link @ https://youtu.be/tJixs2FoZ_Y & Brothers Osborne #ShootMeStraight (like a shot of whiskey) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QV-eTFXazKc }

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SATURN WON'T DIE, IT'S A BURNT STAR #DeerInHeadLights #FixADrink

DRAGGIN’ SATURN DOWN HOME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, October 20, 2018

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As I walk along the paths of my brothers and sisters before me, I see outside the party’s obit

Way back before you and I were born, here and now, lookin’ down here at what’s in yo’ face

Living and dying, but why? Just because? Um, nope. Guess again, pretend you’re an idiot

Comprehend a feeble minded, illogical idiot, creator of thought about an empty dot in space.

Then, finally, you can die without remorse and in due course, dematerialize into the star-stuff

A huge amount of oxygen and hydrogen already cindered for a Big Bang’s universal puff-fluff

Philosophical analysis and random interpretation based on assumptions, all #FakeNew facts

Followers follow leaders into their dark pyramid tombs, good, humane lemmings, ET hacks.

I got the Blues when I’m not playin’ around the classical jazz and rhythm of the beaten beats

Like a heartbeat next to your own, it is all there is between things, is the power of the seats

Makin’ the people sit down for a few moments and listen to the reason why, prophets vow

If they cared to know they will and they’ll freak out, a Void is All, Gold is God, take a bow.

Still, stare at the stained glass for a moment from center to perimeter, around circumference

Radii from the center to the outer edge of the matter, where nothing is left over to sense, zilch

Nothing is where you came from my friend, that is your God, your Buddha’s Krishna incense

Amazed at the age of reason that humanity, blinded by TV highlights, invisible oil/gold rich.

Just sayin’ that the tree-hugging humans want to assist with the Earth evolution into a Star

They know who they are, the ones who start forest fires by spontaneous combustion nova

Nobody else in the solar system or galaxy knows that our Earth is a Star, ready to be born

Humans impede the process by putting out the Fires needed for Combustion, humane scar.

Some day, the trees will once again be ready to ignite and the water of oceans will dissipate

Turning back into their own gas, one the Hydrogen and the other the Oxygen, back to space

Atoms and the atmosphere take off into the wild blue yonder and fade to Blackness’ fate

No time left for sergeants, captains or the minions that allow them to enjoy Nothing’s face.

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r j j stephan, i { What would the boyz round here do if they knew? Header is Grateful Dead }

c. ROCKTOBER 20, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM Samedi

{ drafted in absolute 100% silence, no music, nOthing other than the #MuseOfMine, om... }

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BLAST FROM THE PAST, RECYCLED BULL SCATOLOGY

GOT ME ON THAT (AXE) STRING BABY!

I can’t see what’s wrong with me, all I want to do is unbutton your zippers, chalk your cue

Shoot, it’s so bad to have my strings bein’ pulled, jackin’ me ‘round just because you can

One more day, another week, month or year, it doesn’t matter, the function is to love yous

Mortified and undefiled, a contradiction in the chain of fools, self mutilated mind in blues.

Contemplate the art before you, read and comprehend the nature of the feeling, long gone

No longer in my head, or my fingers to play the strings of your heart, all washed up in song

Meeting with the ends of the lives of the puppets is easy for the creator, the puppeteer’s art

Makin’ dummies say anything about anybody without regard for the humanity, don’t start.

I was gonna shack up with that red mini-skirt but I decided that a spider’s web wasn’t so sad

So much of a finality to it, being eaten by a hunger female spider, a genome thief, I’m a fool

I knew what I knew and know what I know and now you know it, everybody is good and bad

Smoke the leaves of the plants, inhale the nitrogen and oxygen with the DNA acid, we’re cool.

Looked from Chicago to Miami and back through Mississippi, Arizona, New Mexifornia too

Outgrowing the shape of some things becoming extinct, #FakeNews without skin in the game

Out of blood and circulation, without a leg or foot to stand on, inhale a holy ghost within you

See a mask over the illusion as it is, empty space, surrounded red buns, skirts claim to Fame.

The dummies are runnin’ the show though, the strings go from lips to feet, she needs a blow

Touched by dancin’ of marionettes, no worrying about the day after tomorrow, arc on a slab

Dummies movin’ their lips with a string being pulled up and down, say hey but yo, call a cab

That’s all they needed to say, gets anybody to thinkin’ about it, empty Void a tool, God’s UFO.

Long road back from the first to last breath, if you get to think about it, if you get lucky y’all

Don’t lose the faith in the unknown, since that is all you have, hope and love it all to work out

Always for the best for everybody, the alternative is unacceptable, back road to lonely street

Where the mob hangs out awaiting simple-minded innocents, young and old, Oahu to Crete.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 19, 2018 AD @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ with ANA Popovic #FestivalMarseilleJazz2017 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DNYlIzOpiGM }

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#ROCKTOBER ...LEFT TOWN AT 19 & NOW, THIS MEANS WAR! WELL, #BattleBots work! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 THAT’S MY DAD!  WHAT D'YOU THINK 'BOUT THAT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 19, 2018

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Hold up! That redneck ain’t my pop but he sure ‘nuff looks like my mama, wait! No, it’s me, dig

I cannot tell a lie or else I will feel so guilty I’ll have to go back to confession and be schooled

By a man of God, a human who has no idea what happens when you die, professing afterbirth

Prayers to the Man upstairs or the powers that be have no effect on the space outside Earth.

Now and then in Time and Space, one needs a superhero to beat down the evil boys who hack

Some animals wanna eat we humans but they can’t bite us, can’t kill us first, we bite ‘em back

They stay away from our fires that we spark up now n’ then to burn their flesh in fire skillets

In my super black dude suit, the Evil in this world bounces off my armor like rubber bullets.

OK, awake now? Very good, now here’s the rub. Don’t listen anymore if you want to survive

Survival of the most fit, the fittest and baddest who know how to kill the ones who eat human

If you don’t care about your young ones, your kinfolk and friends, then we just forget about it

Bad guys all over the place, they shouldn’t have been born to mothers, fathers chomped a bit.

Here’s a poke in the eye from the one you love, burned your eyeball and you were beaten up

All day, all night, burning eye like there’s nothing wrong, yet there was torture’s empty cup

Adjustin’ to significant others, do the #Duggie in Kentucky, sugar just like hot, Dixie crystal

Tennessee payin’ me to keep California hot and freezin’ cold, dig this Word, straight to Heel.

Covered my redneck with a handkerchief and kept pourin’ on the ice cold water on my head

Nothing stopped the madness, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how happy you made me, man!

We got down every day, didn’t we? Good times goin’ out and about backwoods to the old city

Prayers and solicitations make no difference, sacrifice your face and the ending God’s dams.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is my head below that superhero suit I found in Universal City, CA }

c. ROCKTOBER 19, 2018 all day FRIDAY @ 2:22 AM PST

{ listenin’ to @BrothersOsborne link @ https://youtu.be/vwWMOSRQN4U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CITY OF BAD SMELLS, WHERE I COME FROM @ChiTown right where the @Iriquois used to fly with the @Algonquins, @LakeMichigan

WHERE I COME FROM 

by 

 Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 18, 2018

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How many times I’ve been around the entire solar system’s galaxy, dead and gone black holes

I’ve forgotten all of the past times except this here one right in front of my blinded man roles

Sun of my origin, old man I came from before my “Daddy” guy taught me how to git rowdy

Outside of the gravity and the core of the dirt n’ stone, spinning, wobbling, orbiting nobody.

She knew she couldn’t change me once I was created to be alone without a friend/mate date

Sittin’ in white sand by the end of the beach, watchin’ waves roll in and out of the wind’s fate

I forgot why I came and it didn’t matter where I was gonna go tomorrow, like this, it is done

Need, desire, want to be alive forever, no matter what, immortal good or evil, All of it for One.

Move, animate yourself with the consummation of the matter, metabolize Light’s locomotion

Bullet holes in my leather vest, shot in the back by all of the little girls I thought were perfect

Dream mother of my children who were not yet to be here and now, moving toward fire, son

Daughters jackin’ their jaws ‘bout the meanin’ of why I do what I do, when it is already done.

Complete and utter malfunction of the genome, the DNA alleles spell the doom of acid’s love

Dogs like Ones we feed, your own and mine, luck of the draw with God’s rock and stone bone

Blue light cherries flashin’ in my rear-view mirrors, pedal to the metal to the end of One O 1

Oxygen ran out, overwhelmed by the hydrogen, nitrogen and the wasteland, you better run!

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r j j stephan, i { #LayYourBlanketOnTheGround #BoyzRoundHere #Rednecks }

c. ROCKTOBER 18, 2018 JEUDI @ 8:88 A.M. PST

{ jammed this one out of NOWHERE listenin’ to Blake Shelton #BoysRoundHere & HITS on youTube LINK @ https://youtu.be/JXAgv665J14 }
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FINIS

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#NightengaleWingedAngels #NativeFlutes & #RockGuitars #SacredDrums

WHITE & BLACK IN A GREY AREA

by

richard joseph stephan * wednesday, rocktober 17, 2018

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Whatever it takes to be or not to be will be done, step the lead-off first base, a stealing kind

That you and I are fortunate to have had a microsecond of the millennia, a sacrificed behind

Even though we didn’t know the innocence nor the flutist call for consummation of old calves

All of the runs to get home with more runs and win the game of innings, quarters and halves.

White bear from Chicago, groomed near the lake by packin’ Cheese and Hoosiers deadheads

Hippies sixties, beatniks’ fifties, sent me to cold wars, slept in Plato and Karl Marx waterbeds

I protest the protest of the protesters, if that makes sense, if it doesn’t then I still protest, son

Give it some thought, use logic and reason then divorce rationality, you’re a GD phqn moron.

It’s just begun but the ending was easy to see before the lights came on in the darkness’ glow

Bringing a song and a dance over to the party of One, I see nothing but myself here and now

Possible that there’s a high probability that life will turn out fine, I’ll die and nobody will cry

Nobody’s concerned if nothing exists in reality, when you die your life dies, boom, so just die.

The long, tall tale of the chosen ones and the descendants of the original men and women lied

Fear of the unknown, fear of the death of your loved ones and neighbors was the hated stench

A smell of rotten blood and meat, uncooked, sunburned but in the heated fire’s tongue french

Excitement about the trip from ignorance to enlightenment, in check until ecstasy, let’s ride!

Pulling the sand together with the random words and sounds from the holy wood, windblown

Spells and sounds formed into the potion to demand the intent to be realized, Nothing’s sewn

Yet stitches and scars remain, it keeps a gaping hole uptight, out of sight of holy sycophants

Creative force without a form, without substance, Nothing in Full, demigods? Not a chance!

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r j j stephan, i { not a psycho-sycophant, no pining at this age, an anomaly, it’s my dream! }

c. ROCKTOBER 17, 2081 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #ShamansCall from #AThousandRoads by R. Carlos Nakai & my soul recollections on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ey5v268s7ZA }

YOU KNOW...IT'S ALL 'BOUT THIS...W.W.A.R.D.? #CloudNineOverHere

#Bonzai @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #OnBeingBlogged (edited from original of Rocktober 2018) #HereComesTheJudge

EVERMORE ALONE, EVER AN EGO 

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r j j  stephan, I

c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER XVI, MMLVIII Anno Domini @ 12:00 midnight

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Carrying on the variety, charming ends of a beach, out into the deep, free will of holier I-Sin

Got back to the future to the pivotal conjunction, inevitable finale of the play on sacred rockin'

Words being important for nothing more than writing in darkness on cave walls by shewolves

Or this and that place in space, this or that time living life as Earth rotates, counter-revolves.

Looking at the nature of the beasts left here in front of our sensory perception, they eat meat

We’re meat on bones, not the children of God or the sons, daughters’ of man, raw flesh of Ra

Talkin’ God or Yahweh or Krishna or Buddha or Zeus, I could care less about the name sheet

Same old tune, hummin’ ‘tween the human ears in your towers of Babel, po’ scat of yo’ mama.

You may or may not interpret the words in the meaning intended by the author, l’il ol’ me

That piece of flesh and bone, unintended consequence of painful first intercourse, oh mama

Over and over again, pregnant due to human rhythm of a holy man, a Catholic, hella papa

Invented from the ruins of buried books and hidden rock tablets of emerald n’ black gold.

So, go girl, as they say in urbanic ghettos of appalling DNA sprawl, suburbanite misanthrope

Political overthrow, random riots on asphalt, steel and concrete sidewalks crack, long walks

On the television or the audacious #ConscienceOfTheNation, an Eagle, bald, still just a dope

Diving for the salmon, talons lockin’ on to the steelhead’s face of shock, no sound, no talks.

Ears, nose, lips and mind in synchronized duplicity, #Fakeness for reals, unconsciously puny

That most souls who lurk in the emptiness outside of the Earth’s ebb and flow, on the money

A difficult decision had to be made during One accidental extinction of the species, it’s gloom

Holy vortex' hammer down, honeymoon over, One Thor & a Hammer are aloft, I say, doom!

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r j j stephan, i

c. #ROCKTOBER16TwoThousandEighteen #Mardi @ 10:00 AM PST

{ penned listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 600-1000 AM PST }

NB. https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=kste-am&campid=play_bar&cid=%2Ffeatured%2Farmstrong-and-getty%2F

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Nickelback - Far Away [OFFICIAL VIDEO] " ...nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday...somehow...gonna make it...things always needed to say.....now the stories played out like this..." -- @Nickelback #Nickelback

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#VoidNull #Just AHag #DragRacingGod #IGotYourSix @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #ScreamForYou

@NickelbackRules

DRAG RACING GOD, GOT YOUR SIX

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 15, 2018

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You will never be able to live it all down, the karma will follow your great grandkids to Heck

Right where the cosmic and galactic ooze wants us to be, here, now in ignorant bliss’ Hitech

Chains of fools from Maine to Mexico and boomerang ‘round to Australia and hills of Nepal

It’s not anybody’s fault, there is no free will yet there is a myth that we have It, we don’t pal!

I said prayers for all of y’all before I stopped belief in the unknown Occult of God’s humanity

Sending sons of God, or a son of a God, a savior to save us from a human nature in our DNA

What in the holy name of all that survived the #BigBang are we going to talk about now, then

Space around the visible and intellectualized planet Earth, flat as a dotted line at a lion’s den.

What it is exactly though, these visions if you’re not blind, watchin’ it all rock steady, in synch

From side to side and up above, so below where we are, it happens because it must be, a stink

What a fink is exactly is precisely the unknown factor which will be unveiled, all in One byte

Maybe you might want to put some shades on or at least close your eyes to avoid violet light.

Innocent of the reason why we’re all sittin’ pretty down here in the Hollar Back Girls country

Above the River Sacramento, bottom of Love’s gold deposit, El Dorado mine, I declare see?

Claim’s mine, snapped my fingers, dug down into the red dirt, lookin’ for the divine soul cups

Full of shine in darkness’ light, all the same, all just star dusted, incredible freeway funkups.

Jumped in kind of late and the train was movin’ way too slow so I got a hotrod on the freeway

Speeding over a hundred in a white steed of 350 horses under the hood, rollin’ along my day

Go, go and I’m gone, on the entrance to the turnpike, the expressway, tollway, they’re all agog

We’re all lame, I think winged angels are in synch, before we drown, they come, Oh My God!

This ain’t a party, it’s a raw feeding frenzy, a festival of eating and transforming mastications

From one form into another, consummation of the animals and plants, excreting mortal sins

That’s all that is left after all is said and done, whether you’ve reproduced your DNA or not

Our DNA survived God’s random, natural selection as above, so below, only Strong survive.

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r j j stephan, i

c. One Oh One Five on the ROCKTOBER 2018 4:44 AM, Every Morning, or not!

{ drafted while listenin’ to Lightnin' Hopkins - The Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/w49zuggg4PM }

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#RulesRegulationsAndYoMama @ricoSacto, #ricoSacto

DEPOSITS WITHOUT RETURN

BY Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, October 14, 2018

A pocket full of silver dollars, #HardWork mined out of the ore in Sierra’s #Oro ground Down inside the holes made by the atomic bombs blown down to the center, soul-core Pretending to be the joker who is the First Cause of the Earth planet’s #Hole, bored Knowing that it is coming makes no difference in the long run, caput is all goin’ down. Shooting bullets with the loaded gunpowder in a sanguine St. Valentine’s Day massacre Doesn’t do the end of a #DeepState any justice at all, you and I won’t witness it in any case It’s a fool’s paradise and we all get a short ride on a fast train, before you know it, it’s over Stuck in a middle with you and the other jokers means nothing to anyone but a dog face. Stick your ticket in the slot, pretend it’s not your rent or your baby’s formula, gettin’ to win That’s all that counts, even if you lose a hundred to win twenty back, in the end it’ll all begone Nobody wins, everybody but the #House loses the #EarnedCash, Household of immortal sin What joke of a game can a One foist upon its own creation, #YourDaddy’s rules to live long. It’s no picnic on the park or the court benches, either you sleep in the sun, homeless bent Or you commute from your mansion to the super courthouse, to work the law of a Godsend Guys voted in and guys behind the guys voted in all combine for the #Incubi that pretend To be or not to be ain’t the only question, it’s an illusion like #Superman being Clark Kent. Brilliant disguises mean only that One may deceive the minions for eras, centuries of deceit In the words written by a Deadman or three, in foreign languages that died with the old boys Utter devastation or elation combine for the effulgence of bric-a-brac you love and need it #JustWin Bulls, Bears, Cubs, White Sox, Blackhawks, home of bad smells, Chicago, Illinois. by r j j  stephan, i

c. #ROCKTOBER 14, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST {drafted watchin’ 12 MovieScenes @ https://youtu.be/01sy410NaUU  & #PartDeux @ https://youtu.be/iEOBouFE7X8 }

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