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OUT OF SIGHT, HEART’S UPTIGHT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 4, 2019

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When your lover leaves you for an hour or a month, only one thing worse, being living the D

Body needs to be pleasing to the sensation, the form, the shape of the genie in the bottle cap

Perform an act three times before a finale comes like you are in the chlorophyll, you’re a sap

Babies in bathwater thrown into the rivers of Green and Ganges, flown into the deep blue sea.

Marginal yet sufficient price to pay for the rights, the privileges, to be wrinkle and Zoloft free

Still I am gonna rub the lamp, the bottle or the skin and bone of The Beautiful’s form of glory

Lickin’ lips because all of the liquid phlegm has receded into a Void’s xylem and phloem holes

We are the Human, food at work, in school or retired from a dirty Earth, a secure social club.

Food? No we’re not, nobody is a cannibal left on Earth, but they used to eat us, alien martian

Left the moon up in heaven to remind us that we were not alone, but now we are, all alone

In a locked barn door or behind the shield of misconception, impression to abort mighty sin

Speed of Light faster than Love wants to be, slow it down to embed the feet in the trap, son.

No, you say, yes maybe so, maybe not, it all depends on the Time and Space of what this is

A dream? Of yours, mine or an unknown xy chromosome from the matrix bones all abuzz

Loving it and hating to be without it, the air I breath, the O2 mix, just right to appear, loves

All of the hearts that beat from the conception to the end, fakin’ all of the PC right moves!

At some point, impressions formed in the light even to the blinded ones, all present on day 1

For no reason other than two genomes licked lips, became One from Two, raw without a bun

Price to pay for the next twenty years, repeat it twice, thrice or half dozen more times, spaced

Good, bad or ugly, black aces and eights runnin’ the dozens on the jive-as of a human erased.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is #DeadMansHand #Tat #ComeOnInYum - #GenieInABottle ? }

c. May 4th, 2019 A.D. #MayTheFourthBeWitchChew #GottaRubItTheRightWayEh

{ drafted while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera ‘yum’ on Genie in a Bottle ... <3 span=""> sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ChristinaAguilera - #ComeOnOver ( #AllIWantIsYou )

W.W.A.R.D.?

MASTERS PEACE OF DOGWOOD

ANGELS’ STREETCORNER MERCY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 3, 2019

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There is a reason to the rhyme in your prismatic prose, a lack of sensitivity, negligent C-men

From the bowels of the bottom of the meatball wasteland, the Earth supernovas demigods

Souls of One or the Many, on the cages of the masses of third and second classes of a Zazen

Discredit the humanity of it all, revolution from the axis to the equator, supernova gonads.

Spies for the Arctic and the Antarctic cites of the frozen tundra, all the waste conglomerates

At the top above and below at the bottom of the whirling, dead star, dirty planet ozone fates

Comin’ in and out of black holes, the hard rocks turn to soft,hot liquid, ore-rock, lava hotties

Drop the facade and create the Truth out of the Nothingness that existed before gods’ bodies.

Thunder, lightening, fire, water, wind from the revolution and wobble of the twirl’s whirl

It’s a matter if Time and Space, the spin, wobble and flippin’ turns, ad infinitum, endless It

We are not qualified to comment on the nature of Being the source of Being, the Be One All

Unfathomable that your original DNA code is related to Nothing on Earth, heaven’s a ball?

We play ‘ball’ every day, the Earth is a ball, the moon is a ball, the sun is a ball, do it all again

Spring and Summer makes the hitter run about four bases to get home, scoring losers do win

Tell the truth about what you think, true love and smiles, hard to get hard up and in, screws

I am mad at you but I’m not mad, you’ve misconstrued my dream in these ultraviolet blues.

It’s right when it’s wrong sometimes just because you don’t lay down to sleep all alone, ever

Inside the bag of bones I’ve got to animate the thing itself, in the toes or in the brains, never

Never-land is not the end of the line, it’s not curtains down on a stage’s finale, iced giant Red

Bitter end of iced, terrestrial wings’ groove in a magic gas rock, a holy UFO grave, it is said!

Intent causes the effects in your and my reality, whether conscious or unconscious, same old

Ancient texts of human linguistic history from a tower of Babel, mighty blows, spinal tap gold

Take this the wrong way please, you and I, all of us of every culture on Earth fall down to here

Ecstatic, empty void of holy-scat prayers to corpses lovin’ social paradise, holy cheeseburger!

by

r j j stephan, i {HEADER is that old 70’s Florida-Alabama-Georgia-Mississippi band }

c. May 3, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MollyHatchet #HaveMercy & HITS on #GatorcCountry CD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PTR13MV4fqc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotCuss #FoulLanguageIsBlackHoleSingularityFuel #CrowsOnAMission #DonJuanMatus @CarlosCastenada #IceCream #SoulScream

OUT OF YOUR MIND, SOUL SCREAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 2, 2019

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With my own eyes, I could not believe what I was seeing, out in front of my pen screamin’

My paintbrush and a plethora of color from white to black and in between, in living colors

Around the turning merry-go-round ad infinitum, liking it or not, it’s all there is, all you got

No turning around from here and now, only going down, never up, it’s too black, no lights!

On another hand, it’s dawning, that we qualify for free gifts of bliss, ignorance and amnesia

It is my treasure chest of inheritance from the original man and woman who began fantasia

Full of the silver and gold that comes from the dead star’s refused fuel, we’re ain’t dead dude!

Infected in the end or at the origin, with the virus and bacteria that qualify for being Good!

Up above and down below the things themselves, I think that I will to be, therefore, ‘I says’

Mother Earth and Father Sun before me and will still exist when I’m done, huzzah, huzzah

Rested underground or in the justice of the free falling volcanic ash-choke, cosmic collapses

Road’s twisted on the way to the dead end, weary hallelujah or not? Creator, Jesus’ Buddha

Periods of the era of human genome are historical some are not, always Dark Days indeed

Affected by all of the lunar and solar effects upon this rock that rolls a dry, wobbling seed

Earth is full of graves of bones for a reason, it’s got nothing to do with God, saints or angels

Sorry, no disrespect but I’ve been blinded by the light of Truth, justice is ringin’ my bells.

Equal and disproportionate piles of ash, liquid rock, bricks in reformulated, lead-mortar balls

No kidding, you know just about all there is to find out, idols will idle, tearing skies drip, cry

Alive, live every moment like it’s the last one you’ve been granted, AC/DC wall of the evil fly

Get more than eight miles high, out of your mind, out of the world as we know it, Adam falls.

Invested time in your golden lead, into the form of a statue’s head, looks in your motley face

Or me or any form of homo sapiens with 208 bones and a ton of guilt for Alpha’s stolen pool

Time and Space becoming the duration in this place, my hometown, my digs without a trace

Deep in the woods, in the jungle, near the caves at the top of the volcano, I still play the fool.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted with grace from above {#MyMuse}, while listenin’ to some Bruce Springsteen #HumanTouch cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bNJA3jCeAR8 }

*Header is one of the VincentVangogogh #masterpieces, #TheScream link to more @ https://youtu.be/boRWPNu_JZA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BillionsAndTrillionsOfMinutes #UnblindedByTheLights #WheresMyBabyAtNow

FREE ENERGY, WORMHOLE BLOW

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 1, 2019 A.D.

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It may or may not float in thin air, hydrogen full consciousness in a heart and mind of a liar

As if I had a choice to be conceived. to be born, be that as it may, soul’s vector is cool at best

Small byte of data in a remote viewing to a stranger in the night, lantern morphs into hot fire

Punks and genii in open contact disclosure for no reason I know of, that magic matters less.

Magnetic fields pulling on my psyche’s consciousness, my deep sense of Self, loosened a city

There it is, here and now, perceived by sensory and extra-sensory perception, black hole blue

Pan and pot, fork and spoon, got the song and the rhythm of the rhyme, drop a dime on me

There is a plethora of action points all in essence the same thing, One combusts, doubled two.

Too hungry to be Top Secret, too thirsty to be Confidential project of Starlight subpoenaed

Back to the ground of being, here and now on Earth, a finite time before death with a blade

Functional flying objects are now, I’m laughin’ about the conclusions without wisdom’s edge

Horror and comedy movin’ under enemy lines, contorting into masks of Ala, Zorro’s pledge.

My knife and sword will be embedded into something less than rock but more than liberty

It is not my choice but I will participate in the predication of the subjects’ and objects’ posing

Burned into the rock, branded and embedded, paws out of balance wheels and a stone matrix

Encoded the cypher of the Cabal, the I Ching, the prophet @GibranKhalil, interstellar sexist.

Nuclear weapons in metallic, circular objects are FO’s not UFO’s, got it? Get it? Very good.

Existence is a trip without any surprises but there are more surprises in store for the minions

You and I and everyone else, young, old like me, holy or in sin, particles of the gas of a god

What moved the unmoved mover? A push, a thought, a fall into a rabbit hole’s mortal sin?

Blind faith probably in error due to it’s wild conjecture regarding unknown emptiness’ void

Perhaps, the cake will be had and eaten too in this particular case, what the hell, android?

Running out of water, Earth will live on as a dry rock without living things’ evil, no life alive

Radiant and freed gas, evolved Singularity in a #WormHole, hell, mama told me not to come!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, April 30th, 2019 A.D. #Infinitude

{ #JustTrippin’ a hoax of suppression, this is a ‘dream within a dream...’ -- Edgar Allan Poe commiserating with Edgar Allan Poets psychically & listenin’ to Moody Blues #InSearchOfTheLostChord on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4mBCs2ugvII }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WWARD #IfYouGetStuckInTheRim #HangFire

NO SEQUEL, A PRO’S DARK FINALE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 30, 2019

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One and done, counting UV, neon fingers, pickin’ grinninn, keepin’ track of codes, #Puleeze!

Conception, birth, life, death, reincarnate birth to death, all too human lie, I’m pinocchoing

To be or not, empty spirit spit with no skin or bone in afterlife among White Dwarf voiding

Just because the burning eggs in toilet smells like the #Maoist killed #FactCheck, oh #Geez!

Your faith in your preaching, brothers, sisters and fathers opinion about mothers gone wrong

Back to the sceptical dream within a dream, where you’re asleep, lookin’ for food for the fang

Yet you’re not, it’s an illusion of the Being’s Nothingness, how it feels to be the whole shebang

Your climate will change sooner or later, don’t worry about the atmosphere, it’s a blues’ song.

#Dude, you must be kiddin’ because there’s no way your mother would allow you in the dojo

To sit around in your cubicle, your digs and just smoke, eat and drink hashtags, uri-defacto

Punks, thieves, fancy gypsies who go to the magnetic morons to become grave fodder’s gods

Neither logical persuasion nor abstract illusions of Space or Time resolve It, #AYKM, OMG!

Breathe in and out, feel the pain and suffering, the pleasure of avoiding the substance of me

That’s amore! You live, you love (or not) and then you die, that’s It, now you know, all done

From a naked lump of iron/dirt, Earth pretends not to be the dead star, hot core still within

Do not make me break out the Astro-Physics and Metaphysics on your poor psyche in Sin.

Here is the miracle, that you haven’t died before this moment of your inner #Aha, #NotFair

Meaning to your existence, your loved and hated ones alive and dead, why you should care

In a corner or on the corner, the bottom line is the four of the plane inside a nin-sided cube

Nowhere to go inside of the Georgia impeachment or the California goldrush, if you’re a rube.

In or out of Office or just the office, matters little to anyone deceased or preconceived in me

Out to lunch or on vacation, one step beyond the permanent vacation, utopian ecstatic skree

Inside,outside of superstitious spoilers in the national conscience, run the #dozens in #blow

It’s impossible to be fair in a singular byte with a spyin’ blue whale, mama’s just a black Ho.

by

r j j stephan, i { Header’s a squalor moment of #TheDude #JeffBridges from Big Lebowski }

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

{ drafted in proximate area of my magnetic attraction, my wife, my love preparin’ for angel wings for #RoundTrippin’ #CoastToCoast & listenin’ to #CypressHill on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1rZ9cqSJgRM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FullTankOfHydrogenPeroxide #Greeks #Romans #Americans @TheEaglesBand

REDWOODS, MOVIESTARS & H2O

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 29, 2019

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Grounded right here and now, due to gravity’s force pullin’ me and little #queenie uptown

Where the poor men and women drink tonic and gin, the helpless, hapless, hopeless clowns

From the teenage years, enculturated selfies took hold of consciousness’ fear and loathing

Just because it could, there was no free choice, there was no free will, a fait complet vi-king!

I have been wrong before, especially when I was completely happy with the presence of glee

Happiness achieved due to hard work and saving energy for the long haul, trip to the edge

Open doors and windows to enter and exit the house of these wet-dry dreams of monkey man

Guard is up to protect the inner heart’s stone-hard, emotional response to parental abandon.

Mother and father, regardless of Nurture are indeed the cause of a Thing itself, come to papa

One of me, two of them, rhythm, melody, that’s the Truth, I am what I am, #FakeNews scam

Applause exempt, exhibition game, playin’ music, tellin’ jokes, actin’ the fool, #Ebonics flaw

Nothing itself sparkles it’s singularity, a pulsar dead and gone, a matrix, what? Yo’ mama!

Hot air, cold water, good to be alive, mountain or desert, garbage dump or quicksand muck

Here’s an alternative to happiness, total blackness without light, without sound, taste, touch

Complete, utter neglect of all atomic matter, hydrogen to heavy matter underground of Pluto

Hating the mighty mice won’t get you anywhere in Notre Dame’s tower, all hunchbacks blow.

Pot of gold stolen from the end of the rainbow before I was born, they still told the good fight

Truth be told, all of this dirty water being created out of Nothing, Adam and Eve #fakeNews

Give me a break, sinning, eating an apple of the knowledge tree? Must be low hangin’ blues

What would it get you when you’ve got everything, be curious about Nothing? That’s bright!

Last word of the lords of rings and lords of the twilight zones both above and below Nothing

I am what I am, it’s the same as you, a pauper or a queen or destitute mother of a So-Cal king

You’re mortal, even if you were not, I do not GAFF, that’s for me to know and you to find You

Tattoo that on your arm, your face, your back, your chest, ink blot that love of black and blue.

Whiskey and beers all around for everyone! Turn up the music, we’re in the mood to be rocks

Likin’ the multiplicity and the fear of the unknown inherited from the genome, ma and pops

Unknown dead ends, lead to nothing that matters except Earth’s ice cube box, good love alive

Found lost, hidden from neon light, in angels’ city near darkness valley, doin’ the hand jive!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 29, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to Jackson_Browne #ShesGottaBeSomebodysBaby #GreatestHits on youTube link https://youtu.be/SmlRXhjulHg }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#WhatsTheFunkinNoise #DoomAndGloom #BoomBoomBoom #VoidOfYourMamasWomb #BabyWontYouDanceWitMe @TheRollingStones

DEADMEN DAM, POORMEN DOOM*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 28, 2019

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Another #DeadMansHand I drew when I was drunk and insane at the card game in my room

Who shot another idiot in my tent, chucked ‘em in a putrid rice paddy, left doom and gloom

Idiot had six kids and two wives back in the states, he tapped death on the shoulder, bit him

Should have just walked away and pretended to be the loser that he really was, lights got dim.

Queens left home, 10,000 miles away, give or take a kilometer, spoiled cabbage boondoggle

In the air mixed with the banjo ditch dirt of the ignorant masses, same faces, same old stone

Bone structure of the head and face matters only to the misanthropists who screw apologists

For the darkness observed outside of this planetary dance with the sun and moon, all alone.

Nobody gets out alive, teen boys swiggin’ and spillin’ in the woods, nobody’s a zombie to fear

Casey Kasem contributing darkness to the doom and gloom, music of bombs ringin’ her ears

Forever at the bottom of the holy holes can’t be denied, even inside-outside holy-men fear me

Complete, utter denial and ultimately surprise at the end, eyes wide opened, lips agape, finis.

Funky noise trippin’ me out, comin’ out of every mouth on every street of every speck of dirt

Whatever it is, whomever you turn out to be, in the ended role, the part you play in the skirt

Or on the side of the road with blue jeans, barefooted and broken, need a ticket to ride mode

Blown funk away from my #Darkness, #DeadMansHand, dance with me maroon, Sexplode!

Lookin’ for a dance with me must be a fate worst than death since I am an invisible party of 1

To be found on the ground or in the air, above or below this and that, one substance category

Forms, shaping the DNA in sea water, salted dirt or Hydrogen-Oxygen gas, things I can’t see?

It’s all a PARTY of form, check the garbage dumps, the cemeteries, head explodes all the fun!

I got what I paid for since I got this entire experience for free, liberty to live or die with a buzz

Free Will and Free Choice just a matter of speakin’ the Truth, that You are All there ever was

Sober, drunk, slave, queen or king, all bleed, all become corpses, maggots, exceptions? None

Neither First Cause nor Last Effect explode #Darkness’ doom and gloom, y’all go & have fun!

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r j j stephan, i { *out of water, eatin’ dirt on the side of ‘Roselle’ road, by a RR track dump }

c. April 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in a loop listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #GloomAndDoom in a loop, link for the real-time torture on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tEOYp-FQ9iI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@TheRollingStones #DoomAndGloom

W.W.A.R.D.?