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CONSIDER A SORCERER’S SOURCE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 25, 2019

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On the freeway or the turnpike or the highway or expressway or tollway, exercising my atoms

Movin’ the flow so it doesn’t slow down and die of being too slow, eaten by the hungry ones

Big teeth and empty bellies, claws and penchant for rippin’ flesh to shreds, get on your shoes

It’s all up to you and I how it’s all gonna go, turn up the tunes and drop the top, let us cruise.

Occult code of conduct from ancestors of #KublaKhanKlan, #Hammurabi or Annie Sullivan

Who they were becomes legend if it ever sees the light of day, must be livin’ right by the river

On a horse’s back, a bicycle’s seat, motorcycle brain bucket’s barred, free long hair flow, man

Leathers on arse and back, guns sunburned tan, lumped tattoo knots, a leather gloved hand.

OK, so found on the road anyway without a breath left in my chaps but I still see the traffic

Suddenly lights, sirens and uniformed, critical, flashing, blue, yellow and red lights aflick

Comin’ from the dead of the darkness of night, first in line is a point, a dot of an ink spot

Singin’ the songs of the sirens and birds of paradise, they looked nice from afar, so hot!

In this time in this space, your free will must adapt to the gravity of the wobbling globule

Wet mud, dry dirt, old star junk, burned out asteroid headed for the singularity’s crunch

No Big Bang except in the mind of the moonbeams, even when you’re copacetic, it changes

Nothing you can do unless you are the wizard of the magic spells, convocation alien fangs.

Try to get back on the horse and ride this one out, it matters that you jump right on in

Use your feet to walk or run, use your wheels to speed on down the freeway of eternity

Where the Earth won’t turn for you anymore, no more human interaction, a Dead Sea

Using the alpha and omega in the numerical abstraction, what’s burnin’ the sun’s kin?

Stars above, below and everywhere all around except millions of kilometers apart, a void

Try to tell me and prove that this consciousness you’re experiencing is more than a dream

Asleep is all I know, it’s all I’ve found that explains the bizarre facts of life, we’re an android

With all of the Time in the world of Space, let’s roll until the last stand, it’s comin, SCREAM!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday January 25, 2019 A.D. @ 9:62 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FreewayOfLove ala #Queen Aretha Franklin again with her 2.5 million minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Psyche #ToxicWord & #Cosmos as nobody knows it! #Toxic @Toxic @CarlSagan @NeilDeGrasseTyson

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MATTER FORMA DEADMAN HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 24, 2019

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Cowboys when they were needed and Indians without a choice, great spirits’ spider-man sins

All of them moved the innocent to the bag full of valor carried until thin air’s forces go up, fly

Used to be the small babies and children, teenage fighting men thrown in dark ass dungeons

Turned toward the burning star’s sunlight, wrinkled and desperate to stay and afraid to die.

Aces and eights is all I’ve ever wanted little mama, was it askin’ too much, I think, I am, see?

It’s whatever it takes to win the hand and bluff your way to the victory, embracing inferiority

Tempted to file for bankruptcy of ethics ‘cause without justice there is nothing but what I got

Injustice of treatment by ne’er do wells who ought to have followed Golden Rules but did not.

Unless you’ve got four aces or trip queens, the one-eyed jack will have to do for an old maid

Wanting to travel in the mist with the misfits is over the top, on a trip, on a boat or on a jet

Mixin’ it all up in the menu-do of sensation and recollection from the ancestral history, I bet

No one will ever know that pain and suffering I had before the seventh day of a creator-creed.

Most valuable, least desirable, like bills and love letters in a mailbox out front, WTF goin’ on

Nobody knows but some of us care and we’ll get to the bottom of it, turnin’ upside down, run!

Dreamin’ and singin’ a melody that fits with the crazy causes of nutty effects, mellow funkin’

Sweet, warm, white or tan, yellow or black, skin tight over the couple hundred bones, bonkin’

Fools rush in where wise men fear to go and it appears that we’re flush with fools, all rushin’

Under north stars and southern borders’ walls and fences, babies born too close for the callin’

Miracle that your mother and father fumbled you into this matrix of crystalline, all my rules

Daughters grownup, awakened at the fork in the road with nowhere else to go, goddess’ fools.

Last breath, last movement of the concerto, of the rats and women who roam where I was

In and out of the holy caves and bottomless holes underground down to the core, she does

Captains and lieutenants are the leaders of the followers, corporals and private first classes

Dusted off the god and got gold, had an extra ‘l’ left over, slipped it to the gods’ gold asses.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday January 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #SlippinIntoDarkness & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoAreYou #YouHaveNoIdea #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #Ends

STAGES FAR AWAY, LUCKY SHOTS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 21, 2019

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Cowboys and Indians from first engagement, I want what you have, buy it or take it by force

There but it’s not there, yet it is when the time comes for action and safe resolution of melee

After the roadies have packed up the buses to get back to the airport, got paid and a divorce

Cowboys and Indians, everywhere USA and elsewhere on any continent, staged, on display.

Seattle to NYC, through the ORD and the MIA, over to DAL, PHX and back to the rat vat

Punched in the face by the lead loaded fists of the Tobors, only robots meeting gods’ sons

Not even one or two slip by, old big shots eliminated, one by one, us, priests and the nuns

We weren’t told the absolute truth, God or the gods didn’t help the sworn testimony scat.

I may get obtuse on you for a moment and try some metaphysical calculation of con-jobs

Get ready for the worst because here is my best for the old big shots, I don’t need any dogs

Voters for the parties of fools and sheepherders, barkers at the trees, all pi-quine, ho-slobs

I do not feel threatened by the sticks and stones thrown at my bones, call me pig to the hogs.

On the road again to set up another stage in another town until the end of the tour and girls

Back to fishin’ on vacation, just want to stay home by the concrete pond, shootin’ squirrels

Yeah, country boy from the city gettin’ the hunter plaid on, red on black, black on blue too

Whatever it takes and however long until the bitter end, surfin’ with aliens on cosmic stew.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 21, 2019 A.D. @ 13:13 hours PDT

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ to #TowerOfPower #YoureStillAYoungMan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/exVwi9IhIik }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends #BeforeWeGoAnyFurtherIWantMyEnds @FreewayOfLove

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A ROCK & A REAL SWEET ROLL, KID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 23, 2019

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Days like this, I wake up before dawn, shocked by light as it first shows the darkness’ shine

Absence of the star’s shadow dance, as the Earth revolves the mamas along a fake-ecliptic

Electronic circling of a nucleus, no answer, no question but which elemental bones are mine

Circle MY power that is the thing itself, the source of the moods of your spouse’s sweet wine.

Supernatural or not, as slick and smooth as the polished steel of your Acura SUV, love-bones

Nothing between the ears, in the mind, in the soul, no common sense, no reason to be loved

Specks of wasted, atomic fission and fusion in a holy void, mindless blind faith, yet flightless

Dream’s all over when you blink your final eye wink, omega gasp for your checkmate chess.

You might be a fool or a wiseman or a fool’s mate but either way, you’re a joker without beer

Serving your master is what you will do, like it or not, slave to the Earth’s gravity and blue sea

Businessman or decrepit ne’er-do-well all do it, serving the thing itself, the merge with a seer

Your rights are just your own illusion until they pop into the great #WideOpen, misfit to Me.

Just the result of gamete and egg DNA, that’s all the devil is, in the details, dream to be awake

If you don’t figure who you’ll serve, you’ll still serve SOMEBODY, greater or small snowflake

Every sound made by the atoms motion waves ringin’ the hearing, blindin’ the hindsight scar

All or none of it, Alpha, Omega mystic sea wind, yet still in a Jack Daniels’ vapor, jellyroll liar.

Get that sheet of ice off of The Lake, blow it across the LSD to Michigan Av where it belongs

Freezin’ the ear muffs and muck lucks off of the girls, keepin’ the boys’ hands full of wrongs

Catholic schools did no good for the bad boys and girls who found the hood was their home

Joined the service or imprisoned to get away from it all, abused children ruling class, shalom!

All of the tea in China and all of the gold in the Sierra Nevada can’t buy immortality for y’all

Nothing but a promise to take care of the invisible you, the soul of a human being, happy call

To be or not to be happy is the only important question that beckons the answer, to be a blow

Hating the not to be, the death of the friends and enemies, like the food we eat, come and go.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 23, 2019 A.D. Wednesday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in #Alpha wave #Omega frequency listenin’ to Everlast etc, etc, etc ad infinitum, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FascinatingFaunaOfTerraFerma #LetUsBoogie

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HANDING IT TO FREEZE FRAMES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 22, 2019

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Who are you wavin’ at? We’re goin’ ridin’ on the freeway you jokers, y’all can’t make it rhyme

For this here or that there nonsense where people wonder why angels groove like they all do

Lovers down here are hard to handle, some, they leave you stranded without a dime in Time

Nothing in or out of my mind can recollect the nature of the original tattoo of me and you.

A love in the middle of my living heart, beating and pushing the blood in and out is all bygone

Down the flow of the gravitational collapse and mind-blowing punctures from random spears

There’s never any fun when the fun is all over, once in a while “like” me on my scarlet i-phone

When a smoke was a smoke, I quit to live longer but we all gotta go anyway, someday killers.

Grown from boys and girls of the greatest country ever known to man, a heart of rock and roll

From ghettos in cities and empty hollers in the country, fools’ smiles, smokin’ it all in a bowl

Dancin’ and laughin’ with our friends from teenager years until the military draft for the war

Surprised I’m still livin’ and laughin’ at #WhatThisIs, a beast within knows what’s in store.

A heart repaired yet scarred with the disappointment of a wicked brain not deserving angels

Sun doesn’t come up but we do spin around in circles on the rocks and dirt, ring your bells?

I’m not your daddy or your professor, use #Webster and #Google for that there but this here?

Put your contentment on target, home in on the OM signal, vibrate in the muddy, my dear.

Takin’ a picture of the folks makes you remember when a smoke was a smoke, groovin’ down

Laughin’ because somebody said to smile for the snapshot, then you freeze like a statue frown

Surprise that one day will be the last one you get to think about the nature of Truth and Pain

Feelin’ like Power has deserted One in the middle of battle & I still survive, an angel drinkin’.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday January 22, 2019 AD @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA & Rob Thomas #Smooth @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc & Los Lonely Boys HITS like #Heaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FeelinAlright @JoeCocker #MotorBoatin' @LittleBigTown @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SCHADENFREUDE IS WHAT I GOT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 21, 2019

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Baby, you broke my heart and lost my soul the day you left, now what I got? Bullets at sea

Nobody will ever know the pain that the rain’s been in, what a clown, it’s an end around-fake

Lying to me is just fine but you better fact check your data bytes, good to be a glacier wet lake

Use logic and others irrationality of the skulls, great lakes’ ice where great oceans used to be.

Imagination of a chain of fools on the planet before each day before lunch, an apeman Id

Cavemen UFO aliens in the balls and halls, movin’ a chain of fools to a Chi-town done deal

Forgotten on purpose because the alternative is unacceptable, that is for certain a win bid

Choosing the shortcut, easier way to make a groove in the surface, to keep the oreos real.

Peeking behind the mask and the disguise from your eyes and ears, that’s a MF shock

You can bet life is not what you thing it is, what you’ve been taught by the dead’s a shock

Love’s all you got, it’s all I got, it’s all we all got, without that, it’s a dead T-bone orbitin’

Around and around, going away and coming back until the Singularity pops your zazen.

Not my fault at all, just because I call y’all’s bluff of being uber-ebullient, fatherless fodder

Drunken roll of the bones up against the wall, shake down back alley, kicked my crystal blues

Punks’ swollen cheeks from eating the trees’ nuts so that even 911 won’t get inception header

Howling at the blue moon, beast within begins to transform form into a matter of fake news.

Now that I can’t embarrass anyone left alive on Earth, there is one thought I can’t eliminate

That I am, my ego, my self-consciousness, my bundle of memories, maybe someone I had ate

We exist and breathe from day to day, as the Earth revolution orbits a plethora of self doubt

Forced execution of the Cause and the Effect, no Free Will, it’s a manic rat crime... I’m out.

Lugubrious song becoming blithesome because it mirrors my own querulous nature, a shame

I feel some schadenfreude when I see the villains recover their karma and feel justice’s game

Doin’ unto the others like it or not gives you the opportunity to NOT do unto the others, One

Never two or more to answer to, you are everyone and vice versa, atomic chain reactions, son.

Full of feelings of compunction, umbrage, a belligerent, bizarre desire to caress needles down

When I need it or not, it gets under my voodoo, down at times before I ever get a dour frown

What it is that I’m supposed to be up against, I have theories but need contextual DNA zoom

Timorous without reason, my bonhomie wistfully glides into dire straits, pique of god-doom.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday January 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PDT

{ smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em...that’s what the TI’s used to say in USAF basic training tour of duty, it was like this song by Sublime called #Jailhouse link youTube @ https://youtu.be/bjRuymXmomE }

 

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside #KissinAndCrickets #BackwoodsLegit

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 ‘AKISSIN’ CRICKETS, RECALL IT ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 20, 2019

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Adam had a recollection, that he would cause this pain and suffering, not an innocent human

When morning stars came to shine on the darkness, just north of Kentucky southern drawlin’

Down by the riverside when those crickets get louder when we throw IT on the blanket down

Eve didn’t know the spit and neither did my mama or yours, all the way back to a first clown.

Didn’t make me laugh when I found out but disappointment now reigns both above & below

Hop inside my pickup or my hotrod or my pop’s wagon and we’re there, twilight zoned #Ho

Red dirt or black dirt roads in the backwoods or the forest preserves, where bugs can’t stand

Or diggin’ burrow in the wake of a morning star’s sunlight reflecting glass, harmonic sand.

Amazed at the blue skies, the clouds above moving to and fro, rollin’ smoke on a river buggy

All of the crystals in the stars’ planets, all of them #BackwoodsLegit and none have any necks

Leathernecks yes but no color on the bootstompin’ and diggin’ in the dirt, dustin’ with trucks

Chewin’ bubblegum not tobacco, when she knows I’m watchin’, she’s doin’ the dirty #Duggy!

Being alone on the surface, above and below it, is not a nightmare, it’s the reality ‘round here

Get a friend of orphaned children, drunken conception, violent inception, virus’ intentional

Code of the DNA passed by the RNA transmitter through the cosmic dust, menu-do of mama

All night at the honkytonk until 4 AM, kickin’ up the dust ‘til dawn and alcohol depletion, pal!

Saturday night’s a whole other tale of the big city and rural countryside blanket throw-downs

No matter how you spin it, when the eyes are wide open, life’s optional series of show-downs

Drinkin’ the spirits down to the bottom of the pit where trouble lurks in all night boot stomps

No trouble here or now but it could crop up in a New York minute in backwoods junk dumps.

Now or later, it’ll come up about what this was all about, later not sooner for most, now dig!

You get a job, get paid, you pay bills, you get high and drunk, you go to church, ad infinitum

It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault that we’re here and now but it’s what we’ve got. Ala Sum

Men upstairs don’t care, Evil spelled backwards is Live, now it is Time! It is what it is, #Big!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 20, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while loopin’ to BlakeShelton FanClub Chile Blakeshelton posts like this one on youTube #BoysRoundHere @ https://youtu.be/JXAgv665J14 }

 

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