#WhoGotMeRockinNow #RollingStones #GatherinNoMoss

ME, YOU & MY ROCKIN’ EYES *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 2, 2019

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Even though a man or woman is born blind to the light of this star’s shining, fake brightness

There is a way to become enlightened with eagle eye hindsight, to be freedom’s faux liberties

Coming to know this factoid of life is an initiation into the Way you run the dozens on kids

Only God knows what’s in Dynamo Hummus mind, singin’ rhymes, preachin’ to arachnids.

Needles used to scratch the grooves, spinnin’ discs in infinite circles, ad infinitum brothers

Sisters too, I don’t want to leave y’all out of this but it’s all the male’s fault, responsible me

I know that from Eve until my own mother, sisters and wives there is no blame for the screw

Man, a human male was obligated to secure the fortress and protect the queen, failed fool!

Utter hopeless on the rebound for the Super Bowl LIII, pushin’ the cheese nachos and brew

Ready for fights and welshed bets to become the talk of the evening and next day armchairs

Bullies got their long overdue dithers and now hang withering in frozen black ice, holy curse

Sounds of the speakers replication of the music, lyrics and melody verse, same as omega first.

My talons have got to hand it to you, watching the ruckus down on the earth’s crust of angels

None of them have wings to fly away but they try anyway with rocks and melted steel deals

Butchers of the cave men and women, they chopped the meat to barbecue for fake-tribal fools

Penchant for rubbers and plastic, concept of extinction coded in DNA, One, too many to One.

Blowin’ every one of the conceptual analyses into oblivion where they originated, laugh jackal

Motorcycle riders gettin’ tattoos and spoutin’ off philosophical arguments for natural survival

Known historical record of humanity’s oral and written WORD gives me a bull’s eye, Om I am

On God’s dams and throughways, we’re jammed, all gone man, fever pitch to sacred wisdom.

Eagle has no meat for you, feathers and bones and a brain to hunt the stupid who want to die

Way up above where you can’t go, you’ll never see it from that point of view, rocks below sky

Will to power and hungry Intent occurs to a Fake self, a third eye asleep, becomes God’s fears

It ain’t my fault, Eagle keeps rockin’, boxes flying in the air, It’s a FedEx cash-cow my dears!

by

r j j stephan, i {*header is my One, eagle token of cybertopia! }

c. Saturday February 2, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 AM PST

{ filled in the blanks & drafted this from #Scratch himself, listenin’ to the RollingStones jammin’ in a loop on #YouGotMeRockinNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PaMSw_lH2kQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#ContractionToBe #BridesHymens #CageTheElephant @LogicOfZeno

 

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SYCHOPHANTS & PSYCHOS, SHOTS?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 1, 2019

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Begin before you even start questioning the age of the reader, if you can read, the Word’s you

Now and then, there’s a function of a flute and the wind to connect you to where you belong

Space’s place and Time’s momentous occasion which gains momentum in the dream, a song

Completely surrendered to the boiled liquid of the Agave, on a trip ordain Cheech and Chong.

Burned your filth from the aliens who produce the chemicals to delete the human genome

Chemistry mixed with a #Fakehumanity philosophy of life, 4p + 5O2 yields 2P2O5 to come

On the scale of trebles and clefs built into the complex DNA within the acid, star leakin’ flow

Moving light’s waves into glucose particles between quarks of charm, methane bubbles blow.

But that is Life as we know it, far away from any Twilight Zone in the mind of mankind, One

Two or more up to the top of the heap, top of the pyramid, built to remain, to avoid a topple

Pointlessness with a point, a sound, a sight, a taste, a smell a feeling inside or out, we become

Just a shot in a glass, a shot in the dark, clear light from the firmament, a Voice of the people.

Rock hard, rolling and bowling balls up and down the alleys of pins and needles, a 300 score

My drinking and eating got to me and you, we exploded and imploded with the squeegeeing

Getting the muck and mire all in one place, gathered to disintegrate the mass of Earthen core

Used to be a hot, burning star and is losing energy, byte by byte into the Ether’s biosphering.

Hunger for the menu-do, the pizza, the flesh of the animals in unidentified chunks and slices

Pairing your cellphone and your mates with your ID number and your place in time’s vices

Everything known to us, known to civilized humanity, voided by brothers doin’ the #Dozens

Alcoholics are not anonymous, we are them, we drink it, we are the #Redox of the heavens.

Oh, but wait, fluorine bonding with sodium yielding my spirit’s #Redox reaction, combustion

My holy and sacred mud and blood are the building atoms of a thing itself, a form of fake fun

A move on a boring trip through the empty cosmos becomes your and my experience drought

Ending as it began, in an inaudible puff of wind with nowhere to go, up nor down, I am out!

Cactus in the desert with the liquid that keeps the Earth in it’s altered state of consciousness

Keep the mushrooms and the ground up bark of ancient trees away from my face, countess

All seven holes in my form reject the foreign bodies clamoring for entry at the wall, the gate

Either this is all there is or it isn’t, if there’s more, bring it on, here we go, let us roll, mate!

by

r j j stephan, i { *Header is Milagro Tequila bottle of power! OM Carlos Santana }

c. Friday February 1, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while immersed in the platinum edition of #CanyonTrilogy #AirFlowFlute of @R.CarlosNakai #RCarlosNakia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XHdOSMpZ1_w }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouCannotSaveTheVoid #KingsQueensPawns #BeastOfBurdenNot #CantYouSee

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FORTUNE AND INTENT, LOOK OUT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 31, 2019

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Tiny bubbles of gas turn into huge bubbles of gas, expansion and gravitational collapsing

Conscious of your foolish living on the dirt, the ground of the being that comes and goes

Before your fathers and mothers, after your children or your brethren kinfolk, #Incoming

I’ve got some old news for you, take a nose dive in here and be amused, don’t come to blows.

Nothing to fight about, ideas conflict in their artificial disagreement #ElkCloner in my #DOS

Boot sector virus, 1982 15 year old is now 52 and has become a star, origin of our cyber-verse

Peeking through the fence of your neighbor doesn’t work, install a micro-cam on your roofs

See through the fences, through the walls, inside the rooms, watching the animals hooves.

Perfectly genuine, all of the visible universe, all of the sensations received into historic record

A metal object, shaped like a pyramid hovered over the pentagon in D.C., Earth’s a UFO, nerd

Piece of fragmented rock and liquid gas, here and now, our world, is an anomaly, it’ll go away

Comprehend Holy Grails with 20/20 clarity, temporary bones, fade to black memories, I say.

Flowing rivers from snow-caps to the sea, It can neither be created nor destroyed yet I matter

#FakeNews is a deception tool to attract the followers who need a leader, one too legit to quit

Like an arm or a hammer that you use to smash a nail into the wood, to create It, connect a fit

Old news, good news, ad infinitum, light up the white blackness’ fire, I’m a Nothing hoarder.

I’ve as much as I can get but I will accept more of the Nothing I’m filled with, sunlight warm

Love UFO time travel in space, whether you do or not, it is happening and it’s a swan song

Punks grown from the educated nannies and their #FakeNews about doing right and wrong

Good, Bad and Ugly all mixed up in a menu-do of A Thing itself, astral bodies of blown Form.

I didn’t do it! Nobody did it but somebody said that someone did do it, hence, fake dilemma

Here’s a comedy and a tragedy, there is life on planets’ Matter, an inter-dimensional groomer

We can never be alone on Earth, DNA will survive until #BigBangers rearrange hyper-data

#RichardGardnerHardRoadToWorldOrder will freak y’all out, move slowly, checkmate over!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, January 30th, 2019 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted after getting my world in order and listenin’ to #RichardGardner @RichardGardner @HardRoadToWorldOrder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YOaVuWpiaQU }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#SayWhat @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

@GA FORCE, WISDOM’S GALAXY*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 30, 2019

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A single atom spun, two lips cause an unnatural effect, systematic star formation, guffaw flaw

Suns, my son’s stars, my gravitational field becomes the Void of coherent gas-dust collidings

Putting effects behind the causes, a #FibernacciSequence causes a rubic cube, vortex of Ra

Fractals are infant blocks of complexity, quantum mass of a proton, 13.8 billion years sing.

A momentum disruption of the fabric of Space, from the Past the Future becomes soon

Presence is a matter of a momentus realization that our ancestors elevated the bafoon

Cooling the ash and cinders from their annhilated state of remains, where did I go now

Never was anywhere in sight of the mirrors in the fun house, snow caps to bust and blow.

I won’t relate the equation more than once and it may be repeated in an infinite sequence

Survival of the fittest is the code of the day, if you break the news, it’ll crush your innocence

Consumption of the heroes and sinners, the saints and ghosts of the Self, I’m unconnected

On-line, out of sight, out of mind, in and out of the attic and cellar doors, calculus is Void.

Dark matter’s dark energy of the unexplained nature of this mysterious Mass, down stream

Isolation of the ego and a launch into the enlightened state of Being God, Creator in and out

There is nothing but the things and nothing at all, that’s comprehensive, functional fake hope

Unified theory disconnected, Positron out of Time in the E=mC2 place’s, God’s twisted shout.

Stones rolling and the rocks left over from the critical burn and fast freeze, human to become

Atomically profound in this paradigm shift, a calculation of quantum shiftsh, One’s vibration

Unconscious, subconscious and conscious theories of the Cosmic amalgamation of a vacuum

Black holes cannot destroy matter, interference patterns are what I am, a dynamic hologram.

I think, my mind, a casket or urn, in or out of units of Plank ripped, proton fabric of The One

Not a small one but a big One, imprinted inside of my awareness, my old memory recalls Fun

I changed, Space and Time changed a misfortune or three, being The water or The killer sun

Passing through the path with attention to the flow, cosmic dancing with One I Love, the OM.

Black holes spin, coffee is stirred, the cream spins and the heat rises, toilets drain into sewers

Dynamic love of life and amazed at the light and darkness spinning a matrix for our ancestors

From the infant to the lucky elder who escaped death by accident or murder, mystery intact

Nobody can guess correctly, it’s a natural desire to want the Truth but Nothing is a vacuum.

Everything that can be imagined is all of it, connected bytes of ancestors C, N & Fe sub-atoms

Stardusted and animated to masticate and digest the star stuffing, a holiday of gin and rums

Proportional to a comprehension of the Nature of Being, peace and happiness 3.14 quantum

Being a radius and a diameter of a circle, being will disappear into the holy void, verbatum.

by

r j j stephan, i * HEADER is #TheScream by Vango Vincentvangogh

c. Wednesday January 30, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while looped in #HowTheUniverseWorks #BlowYourMIndOfTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSsG7G_smHc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ItIsNotWhatItIsNot #TrustMeNot #FooFighters @JonnyLang @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IMMORTAL INFINITE TIME’S '56 SPACE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 29, 2019

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It is larger than you think, the hostile idiots who are born on Earth or other planets, kill me

On the other hand, listen closely to the following thoughts signaled by the words to come

Monsters coming in the form of projects created by unsupervised individuals, since ‘1956’

World’s wars are nothing compared to the secrets kept by the crazy men and women, now.

Take it from the archives and not from me, these words mean nothing to the Foo Fighters

Objects of the worlds’ wars called #FooFighters, inter-dimensional beings, gods of the kids

Disrupt your electromagnetic signals, your whole world will gravitationally collapse Love

Nothing will be left except a speck of burned ash, historical record defunct, extinction of.

Testing nukes on Earth brought the beings back to the 509th bomber squadron, fuqeers

Thermonuclear, electromagnetic warfare systems collide and leave the evidence of God

God in heaven, God on Earth, pyramids, Stonehenge, Top Secret skullduggery of buggers

Utter annihilation of you, yourself is immanent, this world remains, atom’s split fused.

Stanchions and Tachyons in the wrong hands are the real deal, extinction is in a vault

You and I can have nothing to do with the psychological operation, it’s not all my fault

In this Twilight Zone of reality in front of your eyes, you and I will get dead air in pants

Who are they? Who are you? Burn fossil fuels at your planet and become extinct ants.

Cancel the mass with the velocity of the matter, go trans-dimensional and be light as air

Travel from space to space and time to time without any resistance, a UFO foo-fighter fare

Gravity between the planetary mass and the mass of the cosmos is #Warpable, IT is warped

Paperclips on the files for the nuclear scientists who had the knowledge to split, shoot carp.

Therefore, I am...nothing else is known yet evidence of the gravity of your life is everywhere

A speck of dust, yes you are, a divine spark of what, the sun’s atomic fission and fusion here

Killer apes eating animals, plants and their elements to become a catalyst for a cattle call

Species of the life on Earth are not essential to the cosmic menu-do, expect nothing, get It all.

It’s not for you to know but to find out, it’s only for me to know because I need to keep pace

Bottom lines and infinite distance from atomic fission and fusion to the immortal, fake space

Between atoms inside the nuclei and everywhere else between hell and heaven, left holy faces

In the myriad of #Godseyes up above and below the bottom feeding shyters and their feces.

Inside the bottomless pit of a hole we call the holy, even a blindman can see clear light Truth

Singin’ the anthems and proclamations of the crooners who look to procreate the same crop

Over and over again, ad infinitum, just for sheets and giggles so to speak, a GD supersleuth

Discovered Truth was a secret for nobody to know, dream'd be over, Love would wake T.F.U.

by

r j j stephan, i { Header of piece is A #deep #GodsEye on my poetry collection bookcover (in utero) at my throne of power, in your own faces, brother & sister! #WORD }

c. Tuesday, January 29, 2019 A.D. @ 5:29 AM PST

{ #Foofighters in a dogfight with the cats, drafted while listenin’ to @JonnyLang on youTube #WalkingAway & #LieToMe & max HITS link @ https://youtu.be/Olk7mNK-VyE }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#TooHappyToBeTrue #WTH are you ? OMG @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WARTheBand @WARTheBand

MIDDLE ROAD’S, HOOKERS’ BED *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 28, 2019

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Who knows what may lurk in the mind of God, Zeus, Ala or One, Sigmund Freud Void

 Nobody but me is embedded in this ignorance, knowing the one Truth to try to avoid 

What it means to be man, a human, a woman, animated by an encounter of a third kind 

Higher powers’ system of language transmission tames savage beasts, keep it in mind. 

 

Apes, both the ones in the trees and the ones on the ground, were found by the astronauts 

Probes by instruments of humanity now know that there is more Nothing than first assumed 

In other words, the things themselves, the atomic amalgamations of star clusters is All of It 

 There is no grandpa creator with a white beard and bald head ‘up there’ or ‘down there’ kid! 

 

Understand that the ethics and morality of the cub scouts, the boy scouts was the DNA zen 

To comprehend the nature of obedience to laws that benefit the whole society is for Old Men 

Young men and young women only care about having children and having fun all night long 

 Providence of a Big Bang corresponds to the exact set of theoretic assumptions, a swan song. 

 

Usually when a word writer comprehends and incorporates this nature of the beast we are 

There is a sudden explosion of creative genius followed by a dull, unawareness of #FakeNews 

What we see is what we get on the rebound from “We produce everything, we are the Idea.” 

Now and then due to random, natural selection of recombinant DNA, eaten meat to diarrhea. 

 

Calculus and Trigonometry cannot quite equate the philosophy of life with the dots and lines 

It is what the Word is, the sound and the sight of the dots and lines, on walls, paper or dimes 

For a hundred years, plus or minus, we’ve come to mark footprints in the infinite sand of sin 

God’s Big Bangs put it all in a nutshell for you, sons of goddess hookers & Black Magic kin.

 

Bereave your missing out on life after death before you leave here and now, safer to fly 

Without the wings that fail you because they’ve got no feathers, a chimera of high hopes 

Out of this body y’all, that’s what you get, mouth agape and my eyes wide open to comply 

There’s nothing you can say or do about it except deal with it, stars, sun, dirty old dopes. 

 

Projected compromise between ignorance and enlightenment yields unidentified blows 

In a hooker’s bed that sleeps with the enemies of mine, all of them, everybody else but yous 

One caveat, you may be a target of the Power, of UFO’s or whatever rules POTUS’ blues 

Scapegoat for the power, hidden behind the Oz scenes of wizards, it’s just me, a red rose. 

 

by r j j stephan, i 

c. Monday January 28, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST *Shakira { drafted while listenin’ to a #SurpriseOfTheDay #WTH & #WTF didn’t they tell us? #Wormholes #TimeQuantum Link @ https://youtu.be/HdB7WUfAP50 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LoverRollAwayTheStone #NobodyToTakeThePlaceOfYouBaby @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #Fresh #LikeASewerDownTheDrain

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GRAND CHUCKIE, LET’S ROLL!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 27, 2019

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Well now, it takes a real long time to get the daughters and sons to get here to bloody Earth

Then when they arrive, they go drivin’ on the freeway and dating, makin’ abort or afterbirth

Taxpayers and future jumpstreeters who wait for the handouts, give pints of blood-sweat fee

No daddies to tell them what to do and how to do it, no Charlie Browns in my street thuggery.

Conceived and born in a stall in a barn like Jesus, but couldn’t get to the other side of the tent

Where the camels breathe the hot air and breath of dead brains of the nomads who feed them

One hump or two matters a bit for the dromedary impudence, to be or not to be, my question

I have the answer and it isn’t delectable, it leaves a foul taste in One mouth, I’m a mortal sin.

I wake up every morning since I was awakened from the dream called, mom’s neighborhood

Daddy was there and then he wasn’t, he died or never really existed, mama was a virgin’s kid

Grew up in a convent where her father was a priest of the religion that celebrates God’s death

One soul in a human body isn’t what the divine created it to be, Romans killed divine breath.

Genetic DNA analyzed to see that there is a missing link in man’s code, my freeway onto hell

Unknown thing, a thing itself, what it is nobody knows but without it we can’t drop the pedal

We’ll never get into the cruise mode to approach the speed of light’s disappearance of the Old

This dimension of time, right here and now in this space on Earth, in the U.S.A., sweet Gold.

My mansion is a hovel to most, in a cave without windows, one way in and one way out, mine

Regardless of the tone of my wordplay or voice or a look on my Sicilian/German/Irish wine

My grandma called my contorted faces, male, ugly or bad but I didn’t know it from my view

Jumped in, gettin’ out the way, my mama was havin’ 5 more babies, grandmama was my boo!

Inside nothing that’ll keep you safe and immortal for eternity, all you got’s blind faith’s hope

One second after your an my last breaths, last pump of the heart beat, my old slippery slope

Not hard to know before you die but it’s hard to live, to be happy about being alive knowing it

Just go, get embedded in the train, All there is, God never was, pink Cadillac Is, this kitschy?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday January 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while looped to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/sD_MriSGa04 }

W.W.A.R.D. ?