Saturday, March 16, 2019
Follow Me
INSIDE OUT OF THE VORTEX
Utter hopelessness and your godmothers and fathers is the catfish hole, a noble holler
Wherein these words enter your cranial cavity and your mind wraps around the star
Horsewhipping’ comin’ down the pike to a neighborhood near your city-country trysts
If and only if you are an idiot, a moron or a nutcase then you will take offense at this.
On the way back to the barracks from the doctor and dentist I fell in love with signals
Stop, slow and go at corners or for jaywalkin’ stone-agers, ate a savior’s human genitals
Without iced cream, our world doesn’t rock n’ roll around the sun’s ecliptic, killed dead
Death is already gone and you might not like it, this eternal immortal being is voided.
Revolving and repeating, automatic and systematic, a function of the calculus instead
To be or not to be in this material world of rock and dirty star debris, gods’ dams dead
Dreaming on Saturday night, I thought it was real but then I awoke with a foot cramp
Rolled out of the rack, rested in the room, hit the streets and boulevards, lick a stamp.
Steeped in the vat of gas you breathe in and out, it’s a prank call to your mama’s kids
They know you when they see you but they have no idea where you’re at, row of skids
Off of the corners, in the gangways where angels fear to go, boys use foul, pig squeals
Complete smokin’ of #MrPickles, hunger and thirst aside, waving yeller banana peels.
Burned, buried, lost at sea or inside a volcanic eruption of the planet’s hot, rock soup
Around in circles or from point A to the infinite point at an end of a right angle’s line
Consumer of the Word, there you are you liar, call me and I’ll put your foot in a stirrup
Stepped in it more than once, smellin’ like the putrid smoke of refused matter, mine.
Naked but still alive and hungry for the food to continue the trip around the One down
Second, third and fourth down’s notwithstanding, it’s a perfect game, a shut-out clown
Mothers and fathers of the malformed, maladjusted homo sapiens, rest in empty peace
Where there’s no sights or sounds, feelings or smells, Vortex sucks, God’s highest priest.
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r j j stephan, i ....if the mountains tumble into the sea, bada bing bada boom, that’s all!
c. Saturday March 16, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to TheDrifters #StandByMe & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YaqjpfZJjpk }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, March 15, 2019
#WhereIBelong #WithMyOwn #CheeseburgersInParadise #ParrotHeads
HERE’S A POKE IN YOUR EYE
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A song! Uh-h! Skirts above thighs brought the clouds of this frozen ocean down mountains
Melting into rivers and streams all the way back to the sea, for no reason, just because of sins
Not mine but an original Sin, the one that made the world this way, Mater Dei’s #BlueBubba
Hop on the bus and the shuttle out to the outer islands where nobody ever goes to Cha Cha.
You may have been created from love or hate but you’re here nonetheless, all of us, here, now
We’re makin’ dreams and illusions of our historical inheritance manifest on a destroyer’s bow
Sucker punch in the face breakin’ my bloody nose and jaw, fractured my skull’s absent mind
Into the final stages of dementia and we humans become trivial pursuit of Earth’s addiction.
Traditions and civilized culture notwithstanding, the extinction of the species is immanent
With or without y’all, I can rule the planet surface that I tread, alone with what heaven sent
Picnic on a blanket or on a park bench, ridin’ dirty on the tryst of life’s anomalous dear, fear.
You are too slow to play a game of cards, I have to finish the game before an inevitable bungle
Get on your high horse or uncover your will to power and use intent to materialize a jungle
On the way from conception, through deception myths idiots project this Void’s gold fleece
Compared to a poked eyeball, this living, #Nothing becomes extinct the day you rest in peace.
Eyes watering, blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, rainbowed spectrum blue to pink
On the way to be prepared for the inevitable obstacles in our way, balance on a fulcrum rink
Slide, slither, burrow and die enlightened or ignorant of the reason for being alive, to fly high
In your mind, man-goat body, abandoned white dwarves of Big Bangs, lord, almighty, sigh!
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r j j stephan, i
c. #TheIdesOfMarch 3-15-2019 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST #DRAFT#2
{ THIS first draft was lost in space after I hit the enter button! If this one doesn’t publish as it should have the first time, then YOU HAVE BEEN HACKED! #Cheers drafted while listenin’ to Jimmy Buff's link @ https://youtu.be/yR8FvDDhBv0 }
FINIS
#CheesburgersInParadise
Thursday, March 14, 2019
@MarkLevin @ArmstrongAndGetty @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #BrandThisSheet
BYTE OF A GRIM SPECTRE’S BLOOD
First n’ foremost, a primary factor in an equation is indeed a liberty but nobody knows
Nobody knows and it appears that the unknown will remain as such, broken cache cows
To be right here and now, in front of our very eyes, deaf to the joy of the world of Gods
Where the good, bad and ugly mix up their lives in pain and suffering, in Great Floods.
Regurgitate the expectorate, a confusion of enculturated nuns, priests, Pope’s son of ol’ Steve
Caught up in being the remnants of a dumbness, a caveman, cave-woman, holy Adam’s Eve
Only you know like I know what the Truth is, you can handle The Truth well, #Fatebook data
#ConscienceOfTheNation in bloody radio’s cosmic waves/frequencies, dialed, a digital Raja.
In the end or at the beginning of your conception, you get what you pay for and this life’s free
You must mind your P’s and Q's before you cash in on the #Benjamins that slip out your grip
For the reason being that you are all sheep thinkin’ that you’re not one, provin’ that y’all are
Political scientist trained by dead East and West philosophers, Nihilist, an atomic fusion scar.
There is more than one way to skin a cat, if you know what I mean by that unknown motto
On being a cat with nine lives, that illusion fades with the last breath, last heartbeat of jello
Bringing the bacon home, goin’ to the 9 to 5 or swing or graveyard shift of Flintstones’ hell
Pretending as your brothers and mothers did, absentee artificially inseminated a DNA cell.
Professor Research moving human minds of girls and boys into failed K-12 ET seeds’ grapes
In a petri dish of bacteria, shoot, hang, gas or electrocute is a modus operandi of naked apes
In ecliptic revolution around a contracting White Dwarf tomb, light alarms, clockwork orange
Your knee should genuflect, bow down to Reality, all Capitol Punishment is, is sweet revenge.
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r j j stephan, i
c. March 14, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST, the mighty Armstrong & Getty worldwide radio show link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=kste-am&campid=play_bar&cid=index.html & ‘during’ the commercial spot breaks escape into my #PTSD with Multiservicios Zztop ZZtop - zupy i zapiekanki #WorldOfSwirl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sk6YS5m-tSc }
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
#ValuableScribble #OneTwoTree #123
LIPS OPEN THE DOORS, RICHARD *
Closed minded people, integrated from head to toe, lipstick on a beautiful woman, rosebuds
Why the attraction to the lips? Observe the monkeys, the apes for the clues to erotic services
Naked apes are slightly different without all the hair, remnants left atop or hidden in crevices
Who you think you are, who you think you’re related to from the Past, of human remains is...
It’s not God my religious com-padres and com-madras who have the problem within, it’s y’all
Y’all are good and evil, it’s not your fault that y’all are conceived in or out of sin and created 1
From two we merge into one and don’t have any problem with that until the next rollin’ ball
You catch it, hit and kick it, you throw it, you headbutt it and we bury your bones, oh my son!
It’s bigger than bathing in bleach to get rid of the contents inside the 208 bones’ immersion
In a funeral pyre the dust left over is exactly the point of origin, from it we come, my only son
Daughters educated us, sisters prompted us and brought out the protector in the X-genome
Why it’s the Y-genome that causes the Earth Mother to animate the wobbling, ecliptic drone.
I pretended that you are important, more important than I but deep down I knew, I’m sacred
Without me, I don’t see or hear anything here and now or evermore, I’m the thing Itself’s Id
Drummed into my conscious mind, fighting for the right to live free of the overlords who kill
They’ve a view of the points of light in the black Void between me and a scam, you’re a shill!
All of the doors have been slammed shut, there are no locks, no keyholes, no handles to find
I had a professor or two in college who attempted to assault my 27 year old mind, they failed
Marx and Lenin studied The Word made flesh to dwell among us, queer nature of mankind
Light of ultraviolets and infrareds become all too human nature, hopeless idiots God’s killed.
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r j j stephan, i * header of poem is the head/lips of a fav femme fatale of mine, Stevie Nicks
c. March 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ drafted like a caveman up before dawn, listenin’ to #PokeSaladAnnie #TonyJoeWhite on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
#DontLetThemChangeYou #CapitolizeOnYourDNA #CouldYouBeLoved #GA
A LITTLE SOMTHIN’, ICE TROUBLE
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Out in the back yard, down by the holler near the creek bed’s dry groove, pebbles never move
Rocks from the volcanic eruptions’ lava flows from the mountains, smashed to a sandy beach
Nothing but future shocks in store for you, on the phone or TV or surreal life movie groove
Think about it when you’re hungry for something to eat and you’ve got nothing but the fish.
So, you follow the leader and swoop down for the food and sex to make an egg a girl or boy
Who can’t survive without the handouts from the strong and mighty, One’s happy, silly frown
Genome of DNA evolved that can’t support it’s habit to consume gas’ matter, already blown
What in the world does the creator of heaven and earth, the Cosmos itself cares for the Void.
Come into my world, you’ll leave happy that you’ve got the life you’ve been granted, bar none
I fly around in circles lookin’ for what I pray will be my prey for my wife and eaglets’ hunger
For the Truth is only important if you’re not thirsty for the gas, the water, the ice, divine fun
Playin’ with the souls in the things themselves, pretending to be immortally lost, star gazer.
Yes or no and that’s all we want to hear to the question about is there life after evil death?
Pork and beans, to eat or not to eat the miracle fruit to transform the matter into the gas
Ignition of the fumes and implosion into a singularity’s black hole, without LSD or Meth
Eyes get closed on or off of the needle in your arm or leg, here I am talkin’ out mine-ass.
On that path after the last heartbeat, the Tibetan Book of The Dead recollection brings It
A state of being a looker, a watcher of the things that are left alive without you, fade of chit
Into the zone where light cannot reach, no photosynthetic asylums for living cells of Vice
As ugly people mate and reproduce their inferior DNA-kind and enculturate, God’s for ICE.
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r j j stephan, i #AllHippiesHaveDiedOfOldAge2019 #ProtectUS
c. Mardi, March 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Bob Marley #RastamanIonVibration & HITS on youTube #OutOnALimb link @ https://youtu.be/gODh1nsHlPg?list=RDgODh1nsHlPg }
W.W.A.R.D. ?
Monday, March 11, 2019
#SNAKESNSNEAKS #GetTheDirtyLowDownYall
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SNAKES’ AND SNEAKS’ INK
Get down to the brass tacks my friends and stare deep into the black hole’s dire essence
It is as it’s always been and always will be, don’t take my word for it, sit on a picket fence
Between reality and the eternity faced by what existed before the sun exploded, not God
Caught in the gravitational collapse of the solar systems in the galaxy, Eros is my blood.
In the middle of the stream’s current, life’s blood, gas in liquid forms flow into my mouths
At the sea’s edge, the foam bubbles rise for the last time on their trip up to the stratosphere
In the perpetual, possibly eternal motion of the solar system, as if it’s electrons and neutrinos
For the worst among us, myself included, the miscreants and errors in DNA acid’s cheerios.
Punks rose and stomped the snakes and eliminated the sneaks, silence turned into pure gold
Rush to the hills before it turns back to the lead of pencils and erotic sponge-bob gods of old
You know that nothing matters anymore when you find out you’re gonna die and that is all
Ends of the memories of good, bad and ugly things that were causes of the effects, so I’m told.
There are perks which come with this wisdom and knowledge that faith in your leaders, kills
Not just figuratively but literally, stray bullets or assassinations, intentional. accidental bills
Everything is loaded into the canon to be fired at will, will of at One’s fatal gunpowder blows
In a New York minute, your sixty seconds are gone before you knew you the falls, river flows.
Historical records written by clerks is the truth of the past? Come on, we can do much better
Look into a crystal ball to scree the Future’s Past, overlook the fleeting Present’s pain in vain
The First Cause of everyone’s being, Entrance into the chain, but you can just forget about it
Pull in the favors sneaks and snakes, y’all gang of fools and specter of devils, gamble on teat.
Really, it’s the tribe, the leaders to the followers who metastasize into the cell of the Earthball
Completely stoned beyond anyone’s wildest imagination, the genius pines with the sirens
Screaming bloody murder to the high hills, echoing in merging harmony of an infinite fall
Down from the dimension higher than the Sun and Earth, do you hear me? Not of this ball.
Millions of years not a hundred or a thousand have spun this Earth’s condition, our legacy
What we see written on the walls of caves and on the papyrus of the trees that aid or breath
Oxygen and carbon dioxide in teardrops of my eyes, falling down for the love of heaven’s sake
On this side, ride on other side, Doppler effects appear to be only One effect, a sneaky snake!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Monday March 11, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #BlueOnBlack & HITS by Kenny Wayne Shepherd & CARLOS SANTANA & @CreedenceClearwaterRevival & OTHERS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, March 10, 2019
#PushinTheSeed #NoExtinctionOfThisSpecies
PUSHIN’ SEED IN, FILLIN’ HOLES
Just gave me a lickin’ and I cursed the blood that flows in your veins to your tiny love heart
From that day forward, I knew I would run away and never, ever come back to a holy start
Blue on black and black on blue, the bruises come from the pushes and shoves, pre-mortem
Naturally, the same thing has happened ad infinitum, for the reasons hidden by dream REM.
Pouring the liquid out of a pitcher into a glass that’s both half full and empty, simultaneously
One little stone on the rock pile of broken, earth crust, star dust of the cosmic menudo mass
Impossible that this is an accident that the dreaming consciousness of the yoke, posits gravity
Or Ra or humuhumunukunukuapua’a , the orbit on the ecliptic is affected by Matter’s body.
In extreme orbit around our star we call the Sun, our matter is spinnin’ to death’s deep space
Ad infinitum for the sake of nobody special, we’re leftover astrophysical collapse of God’s face
No reason to be or not to be, there never was a question before the #Word was made flesh
It dwelt among the land animals, it swam with the sea animals, it soared with flying animals.
Enlightenment of your sister and mother became yesterday’s trouble, they got shook awake
Psychic and in the flesh and bone, storage of the guilt of disobedience to the supremacy flake
Called it the gods, The God (by a thousand sounds of the Word) and just the idea of a Void
From DNA codes appearing out of nowhere in a microsecond, quark microscopics all collide.
Perplexing distinction between the nature of the human which I am and the prenatal zygote
Where I was before my mother and father mated to conceive me was nowhere, all she wrote
Between the emptiness of space and a random movement of atoms through Time and Space
I do what I like and like what I do, I’ll take the risk, a Death punch in the nose to fix my face.
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r j j stephan, i
c. March 10, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST
{ drafted in a Void’s vacuumed interior, in a room on a planet, deep inside of an electrical current waves (#MIlkyWayGalaxy) & listenin’ to #ShockAndAwe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gtp51eZkwoI }
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