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...some of my folks from 1957 or so...my godfather Antonio Alfano marriage to my Aunt Betty!!

 

LONGTIME NOSEE, UKRAINE CANE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 31, 2019

------------ #YouGotALottaNerve --------------

Well, it’s time for another short flight to look for my daily carrion, #Everybird’s in the city

I’ve got a family to feed, they’re growing hungry and want to escape the nest, fly the coup

Where the good and the bad never come but always in wait of the innocent city without pity

I swoop and snag, whatever is moving, running, walking, crawling, swimming, I will poop!

Just a flying transformer of life’s matter and form into the shredded cells of Earth soil of me

Coming or going underground or into outer atmospheres below Voidness, Nothing’s all done

Uphill & downhill from the ground of inheritance, DNA accidental bash of my Will to Power

God is every animated or inanimate object with acid of the stars trippin’ here, Adam at One.

Your fate is my own, being creative about the answers given to the youngsters is beyond Good

Truth is the reality of life and death, we’ll come and go without a concert, on morgue slab-ice

Eyes wide open with apparent emotional distress at seeing the Truth, a frightening incipience

Wisdom of Nature, of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, enemies, God is good Food.

Of the eagle’s carrion, the skulls and bones of society is no secret, you’ve magic spell’s 1 Word

On the trip of your life, thank you to the powers who raised you from a seed to this Eagle bird

Nothing eats me because the taste of my meat is disturbingly inedible, even the hungry gag it

Everything is everything, that is Truth nobody will deny, mortal beings eat up immortal chit.

Wicked, in the throes of last days of mortal Life, kicking, screaming for a shortcut out of love

The skin and bones you’re in, your soul, your invisible spirit nobody ever sees with their teats

Get the yo ho ho and the bottle of 151 rum gettin’ down the dry throat, I require asses in seats

Down below here, tripped over a curb, a maroon in heavy traffic, “I” am all of the dead above!

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r j j stephan, i *

c. FREEZEMBER 31st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Inhaled #WORD before the morning light so you could choke on them when the solar heat hits us after a 93 million mile trip out of nowhere & listening to the #MightyOjays The OJays Guest House #ShipAhoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

*HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StretchEsther #DiveOrGetOffTheBoard #NuclearPulsesToMars #WhereIsMinervaNowEuropa

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FATE OF NEON MOONS, STAR BONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 30, 2019

----------------  #CactusCaucusCaulking ---------------

Impressions of the First Cause of the miraculous we search for, to erupt lava outta my Time

Because the Space is really What It Is, that is the entire nut inside the shell, a good dam slime

Without It, the crush of Love and Hate would not have a historical record, night of a godseye

Nowhere Ego to go ‘cept ‘round in infinite circles of square-triangles, a hexagram ID display.

Watch the sun dial up the shadow movement of Infinity, how much gold’s supernovaed lead?

From the Big Bang you’ve never seen nor heard the sound, just the words of flies on the walls

In the light it is so bright that the cones and rods of the eyeballs of mankind murdered, dead

Eerily inside your head now, as it’s always been ‘cept now, awakened to be, humanity’s bawls.

Mama used to ask me who died and left me the boss. I always responded with silence in kind

I could not tell my mother that her will to conceive a baby got me here in H2O, a goddess sea

As a god’s son, I am the man who inherited the will and hearts of my ancestors who lost mind

Of mice and men, blind faith believers, MA Earth breathers, I am a UFO’s fallacious fantasy.

It is the substance of the First Cause that needs to be identified to assign blame to the fiasco

This struggle for survival between competing DNA bags of edible meat and bones’ anthropo

I and we all come together crossing the line from One to Many and reverse engineer all of me

Toe to halo above the 1200 cc’s more than grey matter with a fundamental flaw, a honeybee!

Signals of hands and the facial musculature have an evolutionary power to be at War & Peace

If the territory is occupied, it needs to be reoccupied by DNA bags who Will to Be, the Ceased

They cannot succeed yet they attempt doomed journeys, unmoved mover full of the Goldcum

Nothing and nobody left over after the Singularity returns to its pristine condition, a vacuum!

I am an unmanned mission which will not fail, traveling without the 208 bones of my fathers

Mama Earth was so kind to allow my immersion in the mud, blood and the beer of mothers

It meant that everything was everything and nothing is and will be nothing, a God’s anomaly

Spaced deep purple, just a #Rippled #BlueMoon doowop, a Rosetta-stoned, great dead sea!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn #NeonMoon & #hits @ https://youtu.be/Ptq6zdNT_20 & the #FutureOfSpaceTravel @ https://youtu.be/Tomiamd1cu8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiteColoredBlackCells #DimmerDummerAndSuperstar @MarilynMonroe #NormaJean

PRINCES’ MYRIAD OF PRINCIPLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, December 29, 2019

----------------------  #BlackStarsWhiteDots -----------------------

Eagle’s freedom of flight, in midtown’s temple of doom, blackstar princess shine cruise ship

Ashes to the ashes of dust in the east and southern winds, blown cover takin’ its U turn flip

Miniature giants makin’ believe that they’re the savior of the ignorant humans of gold dust

All there is, everything is everything and there’s nothing left to access, no more wanderlust.

Now and then you’ve got to stop, look and listen for the symbolic gesture of Revelation spit

Pertinent and impertinent punks and miscreants foolin’ around with the hot stripper outfit

Cowgirls and mothers of the invented children of the K-12, scrambled brains in holy omelets

For the giant muscle eating dragons, lookin’ for the easy kill, the ho-trusting faithful starlets

Marks of the places in space where significant times occurred for the sake of the Many, One

All for One and One for all, like a third musketeer cheer, meeska mooska my old honeybee

Like a viral video in a shitztorm, a man will survive the magic of the spells, unconditional fun

What is not never was and will never be, what is the case? There is no case, this just in...me.

Mad mothers and hatters have the identical MOs, nutty yet the most essential cog in a Thing

I ching and yin/yang for the moment or the Big miracle that is being alive on Earth’s starring

Nova, supernova, singularity’s event horizon, approaching the black hole of Mother’s Void

Again, ad infinitum, all the cherries in the orchard are picked, the trees are asleep, z’s sawed.

Two or three princes and paupers, lead the way down the garden’s middle path to the apples

Fruit of the trees and the loom, pushed the skies to the limit, an LSD chorus of sky is falling

It may be but you’ll never know for certain, if it is, just be crushed by the mass’ quid pro quo

When it’s time to go, your time’s up, call time out and then time in, ask me, what time is it?

Maybe it’s 4:30 AM more or less, thee might be byte or two of bread and butter, which I hate

Butter coagulated cow’s teat milk, where yogurt, cottage cheese and ricotta, come before fates

Always was going to be the way it is and more or less the way of Ends, before spin doctor mon

Full-on fire and ice, made then slowed down the roll, the bass is rockin’ the fish in the pond.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Jammed to #TwoPrinces SPINdoctors 24/7 Laundromat on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/j6XmNoauuOo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NaughtyWitchesOfTheWestOnly #MadeItThisFarByShakinHands #ROCK @Everlast #Angel #MyVeryBestSuperFriends #LoveHasEverythingToDoWithIT #BoogieWoogieGirl

GHETTO BANG ME, RUSTY BLADES*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 29, 2019

----------------- #StickAroundForTheSound -----------------

Always with a bang gang in the #Chi ghetto, time came to join my Air Force, loved that Time

In this space of 50 years, I’ve seen more than a man deserves to see in One’s lifetime, Space it

Out and in the outerspace doors of the ghetto and the mansions of my grandfathers’ mothers

Called them out loud in prayer but ain’t no answer, 3rd rock haul’s a Rock Kid, cash P-diddly.

Now and then you gotta move it out and rock on even though it’s safe and sound in your hole

Where the darkness and light are controlled by me, myself and I, all of us in tune for a ghetto

Comin’ over the avenues and boulevards until the suburbs of the trash heap is found deeper

Than the bottom of the furthest league under the sea, down by the core of our origin, a Ball!

Yes, the core is a ball, irregular, potato like, sure enough, and covered by hydrogen/oxygen It

That’s the name we’ve decided fits the thing itself, where we originate and dissolve in the spit

Future, presence in the Past, the ghetto of yours and ours, not mine though, I’m in low-highs

Above the clouds where there’s no blue, no sight unseen, just me, myself and I, purple skies!

One more thing before the final Word, exit strategy plans are best left untold to a po’ li’l ego

Given po’ mother’s who raised us here, deep respect for passin’ us, dark womb to Hellz below

Sho’ nuff now, you are completely out of synch with your intellect and confidence, empty Id

For nobody’s SuperEgo do we fly except the one we own, we know the Essence, Essene Kid!

A slice of life out of the watermelon pie we’ve inherited from the egg to the corpse, so slap me

That’d be an admission of understanding and unfortunate agreement with the boy’s FU scree

Gutter at the top of your mansion’s roof or the space between the streets and the sidewalks, I

That is All, just I, who listened to the Word, all of the words said, told, meant to Be, a gadfly!

It is what it is, you cannot disagree if you’re a philosopher or just nun in a convent of sisters

Brothers and fathers, the idiots hittin’ homeruns out of the park, drinkin’ whiskey and beers

A Glass Bead game of prayers into the Void of Space, where angels fear to go, in a grand slam

Deeper than whole blackness outside the Earth’s atmosphere, supernova in Space, oh, I Am.

by

r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to the brothers & sisters who know who they are, #Yall! Boom!

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #DoNotBlink in the #Darkness, oneness with everything because as everyone knows, in the Ghetto, #EverythingIsEverything #ShoNuffYall link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiskeyGlasses & #YourMama #SlowMovingBeast #FOCUS #PHUQUS

UNMOVED, MOVES & LOVE SCAMS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 28, 2019

--------------- #RosettaStonedJunky ---------------

If you didn’t already know, now you do, eventually you grow past the grammar high school

Graduating with a PhD in the senses of the nonchalant livers of life, pretenders of the drool

It’s just a slight matter of Time spent inside the Presence of Space, a dot, my soul or y’all

We will carry the load that is created from emptiness, a void of things themselves, it’s a ball.

Punks and very holy men and women walk along as if they’ve got all day, all decade to decide

Whether they made a mistake or not, that they’ve conceived not only their father’s ex-embrace

But also their mother of flesh and bone and the mother of all bombs, Earth, the dust of a son

Complete Pride, my angel wings fly from heaven to earth, supernova truth, debt paid in fun!

Everything that is everything, including Things of the unknown, occult sins of the daily grind

It’s just Time in a Box, lookin’ on the cement sidewalks and blacktop highways, lost my mind

Not what my mother and father wanted after the orphanage raised my eyes up to the gods’ Id

What I am is all there is and the fact that I’ve compassion for the others, that’s moot pointed.

Every night since the last day on Earth, I walked on that lonely road we all gotta roll upon

It’s all for the olden days that we have to pay for, it’s the debt the dead fools left us, com on

Let’s go, let’s roll on from the here, right here and right now to the end of the days, one gasp

Left the gravitational pull of the center, the hub of the load above and below me, god-am asp!

Sure enough, I believe that the kings, queens, popes’ sheeple all on a 64 square chessboard

Have no free will, the First Cause moves all of the fragmented souls of the One, I dreamed

I’m now and then, #Woke because I’m payin’ a debt that’s owed by my kin, all too humanity

With grounds for divorce from the force, in It to win it, OMG, break my back on a mortal sea.

Humble embrace of the beat and melody, beatin’ the animal skin stretched over a heavy dam

Blowin’ wind in reeds of horns’ holes, pressing buttons, pullin’ levers, blamed for kitchen Hellz

On a roll from the die turned into dice, thrice in a shaken can of atomless Void, it’s what I am

Perfection of the divinity goes, comes, in and out of dreams, nightmares, folly of tolled bells.

It’s on the other side of the window, the screen is in the way but it gives a glimpse of nothings

Seen in the darkness, everything is everything and that is the Oneness of Saturn’s no O-rings

Without which we’d be in the dark, thank God for the men and women who telescoped gods

Time in Space to show the light’s Way, middle road to Perdition’s obsolescence, “What It Is!”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, FREEZEMBER 28th, 2019 Anno Domini (Year of the Lord) @ 00:01:00 AM PST

{ Po’ me...DRAFTED in a vacuum with a heavy debt owed to the master of my 208 bones & listenin’ to #Everlast #LonelyRoad & HITS in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/YGgiJgZ0ztg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GreenLight #KeepMovinOn @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #MightGoOutToCalifornia yup!

SO SHOWIN’ CIELO, MAN IS VOID

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

----------------  #SlowRideToNowhereSpecial ----------------

For absolutely no good reason at all, the time on Earth is an illusion of evolved, lame brains

Trusted by the DNA gods to randomly recombine to function as a unit of the herd, the steers

Hold on for dear life while you entertain a divine notion, so easy, it’s a black hole sun’s veins

We’re a strain of mind, full moon of what’s goin’ down in front of sightless eyes and deaf ears!

Educated in the languages of mankind from the first to the last, gibberish and wisdom all one

Same thing over and over again, ad infinitum in a vortex without any direction known, a sun

Black hole outside of your head or blinded by UV light, damaged rods and cones, your a bum

Sensation of the feeling of skin and bone to skin and bone, all that matters to deaf and dumb.

Whether you live a second as a zygote or a century, all is the same, it’s the Way of the human

To be or not to be is only a question to ask or answer when you don’t worry about us searchin’

Getting room & board for liberty, just because you’re born US of A clan, as aliens’ kiss the sky

Over borders, overstayed legal VISAs, bringin’ citizens of the good, old night-fire blaze, a Ray.

Without legs or the fleet feet to animate 208 bones’ locomotion, there’s still a will, a Cisco Kid

Power of the Will to create something impossible to exist for a time, here on the planet’s grid

Encompassing the zone of a third dimension, not just a flat two-dimensional DNA twist of Id

Lead you to the water, drink the life deeply, die in an unknown future shock moment, I did!

She loves me not and I don’t care about that much since I’m dead and gone to the world’s Id

Not one thing has become more than it was before this moment, nor will it in the next One

In fact, just speaking the words or in this case typing the words on a blank screen, it’s so blue

If I didn’t know better, I would conclude that my deductions are compelling, without you!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:49 PM PST

{ chilled to the Grateful Dead 1977 - 2 hour & 57 minute #WarMemorial link @ https://youtu.be/iMliqjDjU_g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ReadyToRock & #ReadyToRoll #FromEternityToYoMama #BlackHOles & #WhiteDwarves

OCCULTLY PHENOMENOLOGICAL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

----------------  AVOID THE VOID  ---------------

As everyone knows by now, this is a quid pro quo and it’s a contradiction of mighty power

To be or not to be is only a Shakespearean anomaly for one man, 208 bones, mine’s deluxe

I have the skull and crossbones, I have the hidden volumes of sacred texts of Babel’s tower

If the condition is to be or not to be, I have the answer, it’s #ToBe always, to be the Vortex.

Nothing tends to get physically on my nerves, psychologically or mentally, I ignore it, be glum

Static electricity of dead poets’ voices, a futile race for trivial pursuit of 9 necessary conditions

Of a sufficient nature of this being alive, functioning DNA in Formed Matter, ala ad infinitum

Upon 7 seas or a hike to the top of mountains’ rocky rivers of snow, immortal, F you, my sins.

I was not here way back when to the time you take full responsibility for, Adam & Eve prank

Thought God would never see the bitten apple and give a log to the corporate, putrid upchuck

It wasn’t always what it is today, it’s been different, it’ll be unrecognizable soon, genome bone

No real secrets except what happens now, this illusion of yourself when you die, a tombstone.

Changing the things you can and watchin’ the rest of the story like your own selfie short flick

Love has something to do with it, whether you get some or not, it’ll affect the flow, head derrick

Bullets taken for the ones I cared about, in a #gat or just a piece of blue steel, .38 six shootin’

Got a bull whip and big bottle of whiskey, Black Jack I think, muscle in black #49, I’m all in!

Bit bon fire full of the old lumber yard redwood and pine, the sunrise came down at midnight

White trash and honkies that showed from the JV team, twisted before and after dotted eyes

Bare knuckles and steel rings tryin’ not to get hurt too bad, keepin’ the bloodline in vein, tight

Pickin’, grinnin’ with body and soul drinkin’, appearances of BJ 90 proof, God’s soul’s on ice.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ jammin’ to youTube link https://youtu.be/ukivqD3X688 #SouthernRoad & HITS ala Alexander King - "Southern Road," ft. Yelawolf & Gracen Hill }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SprinkleUponYourFairyDustedMind #JustAddH2O #KryptoniteHeavyOnTheAvenue #VanishedAndGone

MOTHER EARTH’S IN TIME 7-11 24/7

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

-------------  #WTF time is it?  4:30 AM spinnin' ------------

Took it all down to the bottom of the lead bowl, where the gold lies with Jack’s mixed coke

Developed a taste for the good and the evil protruding from the orbital wobble of the dope

Where my mama crawled around the alleys and roads of the DoDo Popped funny faced ilk

Nothing at all destroyed when the life’s accidental geometric progression total living Hehl .

It is here, where we go to pretend we matter to the gods, to a God or a pantheon of an alien

From a planet orbiting this or another star in the universal solar systems of galactic foment

Bubbles of gas, broken open and spilled out into the Void, a night and my dark knight skin

Pricks with needles in arms and bony arse of the thing, this thing I call my self, papa’s kin.

Coming down from a snow capped mountaintops, volcanoes of the Big Bang’s chafe, AHA!

From the wars that come in between the pretenders’ peace, blood and guts spilled for a Ra

Gods of ancestral tribes of descended, evolutionary dead ends, population of the extinction

Species specifically, a 32 allele genome within invisible walls of imprisoned DNA, morte sin!

Compared to you, I’m a confused dolt, you know more than you choose, Truth be told to me

Or it may be a white or a black lie, a prevarication of the Reality, blind, deaf, I muted Death

Saying nothing, just breathing the gas in and out, in rhythm to the rocks and rolls of reverie

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers put it all into perspective, hearts & minds of empty breath.

Instituted the ants and bees into the ground and trees, outed dark caves of undersea octopus

For no reason, for nothing and without rationale to extrapolate the consequences of Stupidus

Mind games and just innocent babbling like infants on pablum and formula for a roustabout

Wine, dine and a date for a last supper before the deed’s done, intercourse of love, I in, I out.

Udders full of transformed grass/grain matter’s wet, calf mammary gland product, I’m drunk

Life as the cows know it, our mothers didn’t have the formula for sustenance, broke, in a funk

Now and then, here and there, I have come to an inevitable conclusion, I am the One & Only

Always was and will be, All of It, Alpha to Omega, I am, I will it to be, I’m mama’s Holy He.

by

 

r j j stephan, i { Love’s heart’s in my pocket, it’s early, it’s 4:30 AM, I Am in Time, I’m Out! }

c. VENDREDI, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST

{ Jamout @ 4:30 AM, late? No, it’s early...to the @SpinDoctors #WhatTimeIsIt ...hey, you know...it’s FO THIRTY! youTube link busted on link @ https://youtu.be/e86omL8uzks}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #2020Comin'

* * *

URGENCY OF THE MORONS, CAW!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 26, 2019

* * *

If I come over there, it will not be pretty, it’s not what you want, don’t look at me like that son

Who do you think I am, just another flyin’ bird comin’ around to see if you got some corn pon

Hey, I don’t need you, I can do it all on my own, I don’t need men, dogs or bugs, I am a Raven

Stop by here at my crib, Nevermore, Nevermore unless you want to see your feathers burnin’.

Well now, it’s like being in charge again, I pay my own way in life, I kill and eat the dead meat

Off of the chicken wishbones and pig meat bones, even cow T-bones of filet mignon, crow feet

On my face, by my eyes and in my spirit, in my soul, inner awareness of the dream in a dream

Sleeping while wide awake on Earth, eating, working, playing, messin’ up dirty deeds’ cream.

Long after a cosmic supernova, I came then went before a Singularity arrived, Is God around?

Not here or now, not in a ghetto or a condo, not in an adobe hut or in cardboard box I found

In an alley adjacent to dead end streets, I found that everything is everything, under the bus

It matters because of the moral imperative for the certitude of blind faith, God’s ghetto, US!

Trained by instructors who need the air and water to stay alive, nobody’s immortal, o my son

From the first to the last day of being awaken from the gratefully expired corpses of a six gun

Outlaws and inlaws become the allies of your darkness, you see nothing but the kin folk DNA

Makin’ plays in end games, being the star of show, as easy as cherry pie then, even I gotta die.

Specks of dust under a microscope shocked into a miniature play of tiny, invisible, a jin band

Tiny genies makin’ the magic duplicate the supply of cellular anthropy inherited from mama

Daddy just a guy, a man, descended from an inferior piece of Earth clay, designed by no man

Grown plants goin’ up to the sky, roots way down underground to the roots of a cosmic papa.

I know the Unknown because I am the unknown, insignificant as dust in wind or a PhD in die

What it all comes down to is a girl named Susie-Q, who used to say I love you, loved her walk

She kept me up all night the day we met, I stared deeply down into her being, for the God talk

About a reason for being alive, why we were born, to where nothing goes when ready to hi-fly.

Drank the kool-aid of the minds that were blown by the nuns and professors, I mortally sin

Immortally yours is an exercise in futility inherited from the dreams of mothers and fathers

Not my own but the Others, the invisible mental chatter of the engine of creation, surrender

Mortal bones and a Will of the Power that Is, a final token, babies, this & that, breath it All in.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 05:00 AM PST

{ 1st draft and the only draft complete while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #DeliverTheWORD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zh0mnHSeKMA }

* * *
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

ZEUS' MICROBIAL ONENESS & ME

ZEUS’ FISH OUT OF WATER, DOA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 25, 2019

----------------  #GreatZeusGhosts -----------------

Right here and now, to the left, to the right leaning due to paternal force of One, goddess dam

Full H2O where a pond once was, drops dead on Saturn, Mars, Venus & Jupiter's sidereal flip

Old and washed up stars of the red giants and white dwarves that inhabit a ghetto’s Void trip

Where tabernacles full of blind faith hold grim forms of God-made Man’s forceless flimflam.

Kisses away from the last One to make it through eternal night, ego-divested nature of Three

Old man but never a woman in charge of the humanity we grant full responsibility for Being

As if any human on Earth could actually fill the empty shoes of Nothing, a Void of peril to me

A One, a Father and the Second in charge, the Many, a Mother without Me, I am 1, perishing.

As if the day’s dreams and night’s mares weren’t enough for the top to get down to my diction

To kiss It or the little Lucy up in the sky with rubies, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires & topaz

All of this and everything else is the whole shebang, it’s a matter of fact, the energy of fiction

Buffalo roamed all over this animal skinned culture, rawhide to the hair of sheep, all pizazz!

Coming from where I am taught, where I am told the winter is, spinnin’ balls in circles’ TV set

Sights for sore blinded eyes open the vista from a blacktop road in darkness into a plethora fit

For kings and queens who never knew they had it all when they had it, so lost in a Space force

It all comes down to this, you’ll be either #Woke or #Dreaming, soul-dead, it could be worse!

Fighting with Zeus or Zarathustra just because the Word was spoken and I desired the light

A supernova of hydrogen and carbon gets too excited to contain the excitement, all orgasmic

In spurts of pulsar energy, in every direction from the center of an inverted point of my Right

To the Left, to the left we go with the little children runnin’ wild around the totem pole dick!

Out in the cotton fields, we picked the fuzz until our fingers bled, then we got the gin, we win!

Makin’ slick duds for the Many, baby bones being born in geometric progression, dirty dozen

Runnin’ the blocks to the corners and through the back doors, bein’ Mr & Mrs Jones holy Sin

For real, the mortality and the venality of the original eventuality is the doom of my own Zen.

Having a thing for Mrs. Jones or any mother of my teenage girlfriends of the 1960’s, Oh man!

I went directly from being OK with life as we know it, to suddenly, eyes wide opened, I’s a fan

Out the door, down the block, Iran for it, a getaway to die for, killin’ it, a military unit of SOBs

We’d be DOA to the ones who gave Some and All of it, just the two of us, happy NY 2020AD!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 25th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PHT

{ Drafted with G W Jr Music #GroverWashingtonJr #InnerCityBlues & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cAEQShvnnuU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheGhetto #YouKnowWhatItIs @DonnyHathaway @TheMightyTemptations @PapaFrancis #PapaFrancis

FORMED MATTER, HAND IT OVER!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 24, 2019

--- #WhatIsWrongWithYou #WhatsTheMatter? ---

You’ve flown completely around the world in a whirlwind of whiskey and wind, pink punks

Now you look at me as if I know why you did that, why you exist and breathe gas and funk

But I’ve got no answer except for the black hole you see, it’s all right there in front of 4 eyes

As if it’s a dream of nature to be One Power inside of moving rocks that roll in beatnik highs.

Blooms of flowers and trees hide worms and bugs that evolve into snakes magic carpet rugs

To move from darkness to darkness while in the blazing desert sunlight, so hot, too hot I am

Do not even try to touch me or get closer than 93 millions miles or I’ll promise you, you’ll fry

You can’t help yourself when you’re in the uttermost echelon of the pit, you need ME, so fly!

Wings down, salute to the real things that came into my purview at once, blinked out of sight

In and out of the womb, hot, sticky yet home to the One, the kid in the oven getting so bright

Like a small round dot of bright light in the black sky, the Nothing without light resumes God

Netherlander we are all, both of Disneyland’s world and of the holy fathers’ and sisters’ Zeus.

Coming ‘round corners or deep wombs, 6 fathoms of H2O covering It, a rogue asteroid deity

Ra, rah, rah and a living, sis cum bah for the ending of the origin’s ends, devoided Singularity

No...that’s not all of it, there’s more, much more than you ever thought, the Ghetto of My Sin

In sacred tabernacles or with the nuns of ninjas up in the choir, hums of a Roman crucifixion.

The liquid is solid and turnin’ into gas with the friction and will blow, a spontaneous combust

Bones and blood, skin, hair all become one with the Sun, the star’s Event Horizon of stardust

Roaming about the forces that be cannot contain my Force, I came to high heaven, Oh mama!

No fear, naught to worry about, mind of mine, grey matter of a skull leave my crossbones, Ga!

Purple of the ultraviolet and Crimson of the infrared, meet on a line from a Point to Sing Sing

Never down, always up & out, far away from a blazing hub of everything that’s All, everything

One and many are the illusions of the left and right hemispheres of grey matter, a Scat Scam

Leftover chafe of gratefully, dead prophets who vanished as bones do, to Be or not, Goddam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the mighty Donny Hathaway jammin’ on #TheGhetto in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA & the just as mighty WAR THE BAND #VeryBestOf link @ https://youtu.be/LGjzxRqiPWU }

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#AllSpookyToothed #WhatKindaWomanIsThis

NAUGHTY, NICE AND WINKIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

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Things aren’t always as they seem to be, in the eyes of the beholder, an ego is It

What it takes to feel the life flowing in arteries and veins, in and out a sacred heart

A real muscle and a sort of willingness to be perfect, to be the side of the right part

From eternity backward past this present on before the dawn of Mankind’s chit.

At the beginning before the star we call the sun came into view, there was a Bang

Like jingling bells all the way home on a one horse open sleigh, up until you rang

Then the focus narrowed to the only hole at large, one that wouldn’t lock up tight

Skeleton key to open the safe deposit, lost and found, here, now, clean out of sight.

Monkeys pleading their cases with logic and reason, disturbing to the Platonic form

Substance of the thing itself a mere convention for the language to lure out the worm

Comin’ out of the ground of Earth to feel the warm radiation of the burning dark story

One which gave you and I everything we ever needed to be the all too human honey bee.

Mice scurry, rats hide with only red eyes to watch for weak children of hu-men, shout it

In a lyrical sonata or aria from cielo on terra ferma, faithful await some savior to blow me

I am the wind’s father and the entire cosmos is what I am, I am at my own mercy, shyt fit

Eaten power of One and the Many for decades, I shot DNA in and out of a Void, my scree.

Atomic circular globules quarking me into planatoma that rules an empty space’s faked-ruins

Each species alive on Earth in 2020 A.D. will become extinct by 2021 A.D. due to mortal sins

Humanity dysfunction is a prime factor in the dissolution of peace and love, y’all ‘re hippies

Those were the days my friend, thought they’d never end, eh? You turned on me, now freeze!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Dusty Springfield #IOnlyWannaBeWithYou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TJMJSpOQEvk }

 

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#PerfectlyBlueInADreamState #Cryin'LikeABaby @JoeSatriani #SATCH

knightly gest, romance in a GD dream?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

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Marking the foot and finger prints for the Chinese to track me down to the Zen cave’s Void

Such beings could be silent like lambs in the meadow, waitin’ for hungry wolves and coyotes

No more wondering about the nature of this beast or any other, it’s a moot point to avoid

Nothing there to think about, no subjects or objects to predicate the things inside the boats.

Afloat on the sea of guff where it is a matter of time before we gasp one more bubble of badair

Cannot wait for the wings to sprout out from the horns and pointed tail, God’s a Chicago bear

In a bassinet, then a crib spillin’ into a bunk bed with brothers, sisters of a cub and boy scout

Nevermore to see the popular ‘all about me so look at me and smile’ that’s what love’s about!

Fomenting the matter’s cornucopia of black and white trash, colored is what the TV’s are, Ma

Thanks for droppin’ me here on the ground of will and desire, I’m star’s dust, all of it in a Tao

Monkeys of the ape family and humans of the crew-magnon branch, eat, sleep, live high & die

Eating each other, animals and plants are the genome of the Earth cell, microbial misanthropy.

Pine smells above the ground and musty, musk aroma arising from my quiet skull, toothless

Gums won’t do, to chew the cud and hard bone marrow in the center of mass, my mortal son

Dug your grave and prepared your urn for the ashes of your personality dust, a mirror of fun

Fear of the unknown, after the death of the conscious mind, the boy and girl, again Loveless!

Another roll over from the last time in space, another story to create and dissolve into a Void

Where your mama and papa go, everyone from the first microbe to the final DNA module, Ra

Underground pyramids, ground rock-gods point thumbs up/down to a sandy, immortal at-sea

As I lay living and drop dead gorgeous, eyes adored my face’s skin and bone, broken, I’m Me!

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

 

{ Thrashed this ditty listenin’ to #BestOfHoneymooners link @ https://youtu.be/z1Le7HGV-nc & the #Honeymooners #ImpeachThePresident guilty @ https://youtu.be/wqbEsS5kFb8 on youTube, enjoy YOUR day, as if it’s YOUR last too! }

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