#HeartBreakTeenAgeBlues #NightMoves #SweetSummerTime #AgainstTheWind

 THANKS TO NONE, THANK DUBAI*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 1, 2019

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Where the historical man was hatched from the Unknown, garden of whatever, Earth hatch

Illusions began with a fear of being dead, like your ancestors, only rocks and stone to clutch

Nothing anywhere but right here and now in this Time and in point of Form of Space’s arrow

Bygones began and now they are Us and they are present to make of This, as above, so below.

Who is in charge of all of the energy and the power of this planet’s complex of Will control

Tried to find the paths, cried out loud when I got led to nowhere but a mirror of me, so old

As if it’s not obvious, my father’s Holy Name Society of the Roman Catholic diocese of gold

I’m on your side, I’m not your adversary, speakin’ pig Latin or not, we gonna rock and roll!

There will be deductions and inductions that lead to the conclusions of valid or invalid gems

Words from the mouths of educated babes and studs, mind games aplenty to pretend mimes

Making no difference at all to either the genome in general nor the kin with common DNAs

Nevertheless, from the pit of Hades, wherever that’s at in your mind, #Nirvana, #Void space.

So, my daughters, I am apologizing for the presence of my being so candid, yet I digress down

Earth spins, days come & go, we’ll live, think about it, we’ll die with a #Faker’s happy frown

As if this is normal, to be or not to be, answer is not up for grabs, this is it, there’s a song, duh

I recollect from babyhood to the present and await the invisible, indivisible One, will Be, uh...

Look away, look away from here, no wait, watch my hands, now you see me, face of a clown

Really it’s just prestidigitation of the peasant tenants of the garden of Eden, gods’ ole clan

Inside the mind, there is an idea of Nirvana where even angels fear to go but not a magician

High price right up front, you’ll need to pull the sword out the rock, drop the hammer down.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire because it’s the effect of friction and ignition of the air/gas

You cannot make this stuff up, if you put the atmosphere in fire and burn the gas, life is fast

It goes above Space or below Earth’s core, but it won’t be above the ground, Dark dancin’ It

My father advised, just say the Word and It will be done, divine insight’s epileptic sheet fit.

It’s the way we roll, we say it just before we do it, so it’s just the way it is, that’s all, it’s done

All of the past from this point backward is a questionably recorded set of opinions of drones

Not an easy task to write words and translate from one tower of Babel tongue to Anglo-Saxon

Translations allow a tool to prove any conclusion deduced or induced, is true to a degree, son.

Playin’ the music along with the guided thoughts spin the wheels from the start to the finish

End of the race, the winner is you because you were so fast, you caused the air to blow swish

Crimson Tide or Fighting Huskies, pigskin or apple-basket ballin’, arm in arm with One lover

For real, can we talk, recollect, fall down here, I’ll wait for you, Home at last, a dream’s over!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, September One, 2019 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time (PST) Le dimanche 1er septembre 2019, Anno Domini à 2:22 heure du méridien, heure normale du Pacifique (HNP)

*Drafted while listenin’ to Barenaked Ladies yet they were like REAL on stage a few weeks {it’s been at least #OneWeek, lol} ago, in front of me & my darlin’ Carol’s very eyes, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/snZcn3Qt1xI }

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