ON FIRE!!~Joe Bonamassa at the Greek 2018~Full Set

 

A GIG THESE EYES NEVER SEEN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 24, 2018

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You and I remain silent and listen to the crickets rubbin’ wings and legs, heads-up my bros

In a concert of imaginary divinity’s whims, above and below, of OMG sisters, and so it goes

Out of left field in Deep Spaces out of black gold, Dead & Company, Golden State Warriors

Forsaken by Divinity’s conscious skies, damned Eskimos smilin’ at a T-boned igloo affair.

Pickin’ the melody and succumbing to the rhythm of the beat is All of It, all the red meat

On the baronesses of the trebles and clefs, inside and outside of the steady, staccato beat

Makin’ the males and females trip with the music of the band playin’ ‘til we all up and die

If you think that this isn’t a dream then what is It then, It ain’t my fault, divine, Great Lie!

Alive in HOT HEAT, everything in ashes from a world afire, son of a holy man’s faux #SPARK

Everything alive flash-died in a New York, Neva-Cal minute and there’s no bones’ DNA mark

Imagine lying down grounded, damn World around you aflame, became a burnin’ Fire’s reign

Hiding deep in the unconscious mind, screaming until infinite trauma shuts down brain.

A month ago, many people were alive and now they’re all dead in Hell fire of the Sun’s mind

It is a tragedy and a message for the living who survive the pain and suffering of man’s kind

If you think that this isn’t a dream then get a GD handle on what it Is, ain’t #FakeNews opine

Feel me now? Closed, shut down, a step from bein’ stuck in a nugatory Void, eyes wide open.

It is as complicated as an equation can become when you begin at zero and move left or right

On a line from point to point, random-turn caused this angle, beginning another line’s point

At my mother and father under the velvet covers of warmth and conception, a joke in a yoke

Evolution of a group of microscopic yinyang-isms simulated, this imaginary piggy in a poke.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 24, 2018 A.D., Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @JoeBonnamassa  https://youtu.be/FDjVep9eNB8E }

 W.W.A.R.D.

#LOGICAL #DreamingWhileAwake #AdInfinitum #ForYourMindOnly #BlastOffLaunch #NotLicensedForFlight #ConsumerAffairsGold #HashtagGold @DCA

FANTASTIC MATTER, SMILE GOD! *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 23, 2018

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Energy spouts Matter, the two forms of things in this world’s things themselves, perfect gas

Subjects of the action and reaction of atoms to One another, charged power, supernova blast

Movement, animation, friction to start the fire and the initial alpha explosion of the ZaZen

Completely out of intent and control of a Will to Power, no almighty in charge of Zeus’ kin.

Deceived no longer in Space of this present, open book investment futures are #undercover

Never completely destroyed in this universal custom of life and death, stars, point to human

Microscopic and macroscopic philosophy of Nature and Being, #SmilingEskimo, like a lover

Mating blindly to the #LastWord’s evolution, #StarStuff all divine DNAcid, god-reigned Man.

Free “Holiday Movies” for the #InfiniteGod we have anointed as the #Christos’ shack daddy

It is OK that I refer to the Origin any way I please, since in fact, #TheWord needs a caddie

This flesh and all flesh meaning our skin, our bones, our minds, spirits and our #HolyCow

Stop wasting the Time you’ve stolen from the safe place of heaven, Do What You Will, now.

I mosey along from pointless intent’s jagged line around the block, poor doves in a #robomall

But I don’t mind wastin’ my time walkin’ and lookin’ in windows, at somethings I want/need

Just what I needed in front of my eyes, unexpected momentary lapse of time starts to bleed

God’s gonna turn black without you, a plethora of friends fade, Hollywood’s meteor downfall.

Before long from the dawn of civilization and DNA cells of Matter, clones of Hydrogen, a ruse

Plastic and cement, oiled concrete in a salt water porridge of scalding, hot rhythm and blues

Danger zone’s both at the origin and the destination, Nobody gets out alive, death’s shambala

Carcasses’ bones, iced into hot days and nights, power of love insane, enjoy the cream in Ala!

by

r j j stephan, i *{ Nothing Burns Like A Star #California! Eagles flyin’ #Sonny n’ #Tree }

c. BLOVEMBER 23, 2018 * a wonderful #BlackFriday anomaly from the #Muse who dreamt well & is still once again, full of Carolita’s Lasagna! #LetUsMakeSomeNoise #ItsFriday

{ drafted listenin’ to Foreigner #DoubleVision link @https://youtu.be/KDP1JCV7jDo & #POWERofLove #HueyLewis link @https://youtu.be/KCkgYhtz64U & #BOSTON #MoreThanAFeeling link @https://youtu.be/SSR6ZzjDZ94 & #947WLSFM on #iHeartRadio link @https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#THANKSGIVING #PILGRIMS & #HILLBILLIES

 YOU KNOW, THING IS, LIFE KILLS!

#ByeBye

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 22, 2018

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No seat belt on, that saved my life, the truck was cut in two, the jaws of life had set me free

Stuck in a hospital in traction, getting sick with the viral/bacterial cells of hospitality MD’s

Sick and on meds, meds and getting sicker and more sick of being sick than an actual sneeze

Complicated in the ignorance of the living cells around you and I, #ChiTown freedom, please?

It’s a city of bad smells for a reason, the lake’s fish and recycled edibles overwhelm schnozes

Put your nose deep into the business that is none of yours but is everybody else's, ma’s & pa’s

An aroma of blood spilled on the hot asphalt and concrete of the bad smell city, road boozes

To the skin and bones, the head and face of the beautiful and the ugly, #mooshed into a pizza.

It may be a form of life you’ve never seen or heard of before, a mighty virus or bacteria cell

Macrophages carrying a load of survival and extinction all in one bag, awaiting variation hell

Where the things that look similarly familiar to the family are nothing but the enemy’s kin

They want to be your friend, your mate and then run out of your pleasure and move, again!

On and on until the lights go out, you and I have no choice except to be and avoid a matricide

No killing mother Earth or Father sun with an atomic implosion/explosion, #BigBang patricide

Nothing left to imagine in the Void where you and I hope never to be, never will to be or Not

It cannot be done, to be in a Void, a contradiction in terminology, conflict of me eyes, I-robot.

Complete, utter sensationalism down there below the ground locked in a coffin, soft n’ warm

Denial and avoidance of the facts of life is a survival mechanism, avoid hopeless depressions

Stay out of the troughs where your body disappears with your conscious awareness’ silkworm

Daughters and others than me conceived, #FakeNews guilty by nature, god‘s adam sins.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 22, 2018 AD { Pilgrims Creek, Roseville, California, thank you my friends! }

{ drafted while thinkin’ about the cheaters who blow in and out of our lives thinkin’ that: @AlrightAlrightAlright is the thing, nobody is gittin’ out alive baby! &...of course, not in a vacuum and listenin’ to the Tesla the Band HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9vwHuCC6nP8?list=PLS5X54f9JXXZ4CsA8IJOFhnKTpZg6QOmK }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#SUPERCOPS #HappyThanksgivingThunderWarriors

HEROES, PRECIOUS SUPERCOPS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 22, 2018

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It’s a secret that the people of our nation are protected beyond their wildest dreams, Kids!

#Supercops made from nothing and don’t exist anywhere on dirt or steel, workin’ off grids

Men and women, mean and nasty by nature, controlled chaos in a tight, a super-pack bless

Things done, unknown and without any knowledge to the masses or the media of the press.

Secrets in the service, secrets hidden from the idiots and morons who provide viral extinction

If allowed to control the narrative of the history, using the words expressing the thoughts’ kin

Put on the armor of amour, sacrifice your life to nobody anywhere, come on! God is all blue

Please me and please you without the pleasure of the feelings, the emotional baggage of you.

Punks gathering with the monkeys at the table to reconnect with the others, human herds’ ilk

Cousins, mothers, grandfathers, brothers, sisters and husbands of wives all drank white milk

Add the subtractions and the multiplications of the divisions in the units, add it all up to zero

Nothing left after everything’s gone, if you can’t sense the things any more, you’re dead, Doh!

Dressed in the regalia of the birds, the feathers of the national bird, here is my mama’s tease

No meatballs and no pasta on the day of the Pilgrims Creek, Roseville, California of the herds

No caviar of the Sturgeon and no burgers and rice of the Euro-Asian cuisine, pigs and words

Thank the Earth for the rotation and the wobble around the sun, eat your carrots and peas!

Garden of Eden is the Garden of Eve, the creator left us here all alone with fire and a cook

Still here after thousands of years of killing to stay alive, to eat and protect our belongings

From the drifters and grafters, orphans untaught by the genome to behave, to avoid dEvils

God’s bad guys never know a ‘myth’ hits ‘em, This is The Way of Warriors, Supercops Live!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 22, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST #Thanksgiving

{ drafted while listenin’ to the echo of the last 67 years of #Thanksgivings inside my cranium and listenin’ to the way we got here in my opinion, WAR THE BAND link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU & masticating on the rocky mountain bull testicles, #PrairieOysters ! }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AAAFerociousScowlingPussycat #TablesAreTurned

 

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ON BEING A GHOST’S SMILIN’ FACE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, November 21, 2018

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There is nothing to it all, don’t worry and be happy is all you needed to do, a myth, voodoo

Making the matter of gold appear to be the bad and ugly when it is the good, that’s Leftism

Pure and simple thrust toward a Big Brother and Big Sister, Big Mama, singers of the Blue

Upset that life’s thrown screwballs over my home base, I swung on time, twisted the screw.

Put the whole house of cards together in nineteen years of programming a mojo’s job blow

All gone in sixty seconds of basic training in a panhandle’s Mex-Tex, F-recruiters leaked lies

Idiots and a huge bunch of women in uniform, waiting to kiss my cold lips in hehl fire below

Mathematical certainty I doubt, crucified sex, a number One mythology, good God-man dies.

Stupid non-sequitor statements of men and women, fittest survival among prideless lion cats

Pets to keep fed in the sunlit cave, no hunger left to worry about being eaten before the rats

Ugly and scarey if you look at a rat right in the face, eye to eye, mano a mano, chills up spines

Shiver and a shake getting godlike survival skills to boot up, almighty control of sixteen lines.

There’s a con job that fools you and fools me but the fool that can’t be fooled is the First Fool

Not the first or subsequent fool-tool created from the Nothingness of a wishing well cesspool

Perfect and perfunctory, ballin’ in confusion, the apathy is pathetic, robots will burn the joint

I am out of the circle, a square triangle in a pentagram’s hexagram, an angle’s linear tippoint.

Off of the grid of the social media platform again, the pressure is invisible and imaginary Ga

Living or dead, the bodies come and go in and out of existence, related to the empty vacuum

Historical record of etchings on rock walls, pen’s ink, pencil’s lead gave us a record of my Ra

These are the good, bad and ugly words of Mankind’s Way, #ShieldsHigh #FakeNews scum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cheech and Chong again #BigBamboo #TorturedOldMan & HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/Vsu80OG3R20 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PredatorHungerAndShotguns

 #BrownEyedGirl #DaysLIkeThis

IT’LL BE DONE, I’M GOD’S GOLD!

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 20, 2018

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Far away from magic homes back in the Fifty States, being a Chain’s here, Cheech and Chong

Skinny or fat you were before, now just the skulls and bones, y’all are the rocks of the bong

Fat-bottomed country or city girls, skinny-legged bad boy souls mix in the halls of SingSing

Cream on top of the sweetness that we all require every single morning, eye-wide opening.

Pay for things you will never see or enjoy the pleasure of, pay up all of you, work work work

Give it all you’ve got, creatin’ God’s distinguished DNA genome-animates beyond extinction

Being most fit to survive is the way of the Beast, this man anyway who swims in endorphins

You’ve got the almighty to answer to when this life pokes your eyes out, due to original sins.

So, therefore, hence, in the end, finally, it’s over, the beast lies dead, white eyes wide open

I will bring up the subject and comment on this object of ‘all too human’ fear of extinction

On the hunt for the living things to kill and eat to survive and be the fittest, food kiss of God

From the hands to the mouths of babes when the “Milk of The Way” dehydrates to wet mud.

Two billion dollars will get you immortality, ask anyone in the Great Beyond, gods always lie

Figure out the facts based on your use of logic and reason, the tools of Plato wax pre-Socratic

When the deduced inductions settle into the conscious realization that all you can do is die

Well Almighty then, man is irresponsible, not responsible, there is No Free Will, so get high!

All of the education has forced me without my own free will, to say what men do fear to know

What women fear to know too, the words and thoughts you shield from your soul’s big show

This is it, this life is all you get, there is no after this life, grab this moment by the spirit’s Om

There is no other way, blind faith in mama and papa won’t work, orphanage of Zeus’ Rome.

Fight each other to the death or live in peace and harmony until you your last breath is free

It doesn’t matter if you cannot gasp the logic and reason of deductions, trust me, it’s a bust

Do not doubt the fact that you are here in this space, you live right here, right now, you see?

Now you got it pops? Hell is what we’re in, a chain of weak links in an open, golden flower.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA?list=RDIp_pjb5_fgA & @JoeSatriani #BorgSex link @ https://youtu.be/kSBwsNcjiFo?list=RDkSBwsNcjiFo }

& @SATCH @

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PULLitOUT #SomethingInYourMouth #OnTheHunt

SIGNIFY PINKY-INDEX SIGNALS *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 19, 2018

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You know what that looks like if you’re not blind, you can kiss my #Nickelback rockin’ hoots

Bodies speakin’ sound, repeating live digs, processed pricked holes into a goddess’ reboots

Goin’ in the out door and never sayin’ goodbye, just a hardy fare well, see you soon, ya goon

Not that anyone cares, not even starving kin, that you die alone, they do too, godly monsoon.

Alright now, put me from my naked birth into my blue jeans and cowboy ten gallon hat

Drivin’ cattle and playin’ in a rock and roll band at night, just to see powder on your nose

Bein’ the one who gets to look at your naked beauty means that my fortunate way is Fat

Comin’ in and out of the closed doors that were not locked, nobody wondered, I got close.

Perfect nights and days movin’ conscious minds from pretension to faxed #FakeNews, sons

It’s always YES, that is always the answer, today, yesterday and every day, doom conclusions

Wherever the gods rock, if they are rockin’ in an immortal #Cloud9 waitin’ for a motherboard

Animals, humans, insects, humans, bacteria and viruses and yes, nothing more nor less Lord!

I see the moonlight shinin’ on the bay and I’m havin’ machine-gun flashbacks of God analysis

Believe in the blindness of the faith in nothing you sense with your intellectual capacity’s kiss

Holy reflection of The Emptiness of the Thing without matter or energy, rockin’ fake-infinity

Like an invisible obelisk at the bottom of every bottle of Mex-Cali worm from the angels’ city.

Read and rewrite the horror of the words that repeat ad infinitum, just for grandmothers’ kin

Cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, father, mother of God, wisdom’s holy invisible skin

Covering the bleached white bones, everybody’s skeleton is from the Peg’s dispenser, baby ‘C’

Saved me from the blazes of hell above and below the here and now, gratitude, we are Thee!

Shout out loud when there’s no air around your face or body, you’ll hear nothing loud n’ clear

Imagine leavin’ your place in space, go out toward the moon, Venus, Mars, lost in Dead Space

Between the stars, between our sun and the Earth, it’s a matter of mysterious plethoras of gas

Last song ends, instruments destroyed on stage, All holy Smoke, we’ll take a bow, my heroes.

by

r j j stephan, i * #YouOnlyLiveOnce #WTFAreYouWaitinFor ?

c. BLOVEMBER 19, 2018 LUNDI @ 7:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Nickelback HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g9uAtMmqT2A & @LynyrdSkynyrd #OnTheHunt link  @ https://youtu.be/icmF1NE0tg4 }  

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#ProfilesToDiscourage #FakeNews @FakeNews

A CRUNCH, A BANG & REX’ DREAM*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 2018

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Concrete shoes on my feet when you checked me out to the lake, a drop, empty bag of bones

Gangs banged the holes in the walls of the rubber green plants with their apple cellphones

Some died young and some are still alive close to a century thanks to my Hippocratic Oath

A vow of the witch doctor, shaman awakened with salves and concoctions, pills after birth.

Compared to yesterday, tomorrow will be late as today is a bit too early, a First Cause move

For no good or evil reason, from a constant mass of Origin fusion comin’ in a smooth groove

As if we were never here at all, no feet on this ground of being, no hands in action, clear skin

Recorded historical language on sheepskin and tree paper pulp, gone in a forest fire’s burnin’.

Suddenly, before anyone is aware of what’s happening, the hot fire turns to frozen ice, again

It appears and disappears like prestidigitation of my forefathers, slight of hand keep it sane

You don’t know like I know what it’s like to be told one thing and it’s misunderstood as lies

So sad these old men and women who lived before us didn’t know the purpose of Life of Man.

Ignorance is propagated by the deceivers who rule the roosts of civilization, far inner Space

Idiots and intellectual genii have mutated the genome into an adaptable bag of a boned face

Perception, intellectual indoctrination and broken i-Rules of Engagement, fit survival’s sake

Cool as it is, your moment of being down with love on a blue marble’s all “News of the Fake.”

Sun burns the life, melts the rock, annihilates the moments of time and puts the zero in Void

Queens and singers record speculation on what it is, why we’re here and when to move next

All of it on the record to read in the babble of the towers that leaked the secrets of Pink Floyd

First or last, #BigBang #BigCrunch #Unknown’s solid chocolate creeps, Dreamweaver’s sex.

by

r j j stephan, i * {I ain’t} *

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 12:00 noon high PM

{ drafted in the rock and stone left by a #BigBang of a #BigBandInTheSky & listenin’ to the mighty Stephen Hawking’s 1991 #ABriefHistoryOfTime link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MtvcwvByR8 & jammin’ on Nickelback Brasil https://youtu.be/j4y-RzVGrHg }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoYouWannaGetDown? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #InSlowMotion

BITIN’ MY NAILS, HAMMER DOWN!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, November 18, 201

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If only I could turn into stone and have someone chip my rock into sitting, thinking schtick

Call it nothing but sediment from the Big Bang or granite from the calcified gas magic trick

Making this humanity out of nothing is a miracle, you’ve got to conjecture, PS. divine unseen

Hee Haw accidental boiling of gas and a Supernova pinch of Space’s & Time’s country queen.

My feet won’t be up at the end, they’ll be toes up but I won’t be anything but skin and bone

It’s not my fault, don’t blame me for seeing the scat right in front of my eyes, my headstone

My name that my parents gave me is etched into the granite to let nobody know I was here

Just like old #Kilroy I am guilty of leavin’ my trace of breath-fogged window of hu-man fear.

Singular or plural entry into the pool of dreams, sins, schemes, double talkin’ mini-microbes

If you are not reincarnated by the invisible power of the sun’s hydrocarbon in godlike robes

Makin’ a man upstairs responsible for the tilt of the Earth, it’s wobble, rotation and orbitals

Like electrons spinnin’ around bubbles of nuclei full of protons and neutrons, charged balls.

Like a rack of billiard balls ‘bout three quarters off of the dot matrix, chaos is just like this

You don’t know and can’t even ask what’s goin’ on here, just you gotta believe in somethin’

Reminisce the cool summer nights, goin’ out to romance the young, tenderly motorboatin’

Findin’ fear in the father’s eyes that the daughter would get hurt in a world that wasn’t his.

Just like me, all the pretty maids I laid in a row from fifteen to fifty were unreasonably won

Just a smile and a word got the little pretties beside my in my father’s cars, at night, no sun

Periscopes were up, submarines were down under the dashboard lights, in love every time

I was but the poor scared lambs of their fathers could not taste my sweet amour on a dime.

On the last shelf at the bottom of the closet, your hillbilly grandfathers left you a secret key

To the vault where the Truth is kept safe from those who would doubt their own minds-eye

Seeing through proud window to another side, peering at the unbelievable, inexplicable Void

Inside and outside are identical, #HammerIsDown, you feel me, Pink is the New Black Floyd.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 18, 2018 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Blake Shelton #TheMoreIDrinkTheMoreIDrink honky tonkin’ etc, etc on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/A3MGfJ3eMGA }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?