#PutYourFootOnTheRock #LetsRoll #RASTAMAN #SixtyFourSquareZone #ThirdPlaneSpace #FourthDimensionTime #Unashamed #Unabashed #LydiaPense #ColdBlood

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UNASHAMED & UNABASHED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 18, 2019

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Think about it pawns, kings and fortunate sons, we are all kin to hungry cats and hot canines

Now, my friend is bein’ honest whether parents are priests, nuns or inmate dressed to nines

In revolution around the burning, hot star, gaining momentum, a holy, gravity wobble busted

Enchanted, being the third stone from a sun’s quirky nonsense, a One religion of Stardusted.

In numerical-alphabetical order, we’re all on the same page of an Emerald Tablet’s scratchin’

Recollection of conception between four alienated forms of immaculate con-deception, a sin

In love or lust, a mating thing beyond wars’ glass thrones of kings’ fake queens on the blocks

Fired-up water sums up the planet’s groom of it’s #Rockness with no Blue Sea, cool sky rock.

Without a trace left by the ancient trail of smoke in the empty valley of tears, I am, the F-son

The air goes in and it goes out of me, until one day it will end, it’ll be finished for the bleedin’

Heart stops pumping and only gravity and muscle relaxers cause bowel-evac, I’m a heathen

Out of the cave yet hidden in the plain sight of the hunters who starve for the cry and wine.

Who exists as your soul’s accountant, is to know that you are a walkin’ deep-sleep Time flip

Cannot awaken easily since it involves leaving the Earth’s gravitational twirl, God-death grip

Married to the dreamer until death do us part, it ain’t my fault that it is what it is, so just chill

You could but I don’t recommend attempting to explode firearms into my skinless, holy skull.

Name and serial number on your dog tagged jaw, kicked shut by a loving combat boot’s soul

Equations mirror a real life, inequality being the essence of Love itself, eyes watch my steps

On freeways the secluded roofs over ape-UFO modality, Oneness without atomic form of hole

Black Holes, White Dwarves as above, so below a 64-square plexi-glasstop, apes, “Let’s roll!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PDT Samedhi

{ drafted while listenin’ to @LydiaPense & @ColdBlood #WhenImKissinMyLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s_S4rDwVBl0 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

A CAPELLA BATTLEAX NAMED #Mjolnir #ItIsHammeringTime #HolyScat

A CAPELLA, THOR’S BATTLEAX

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, May 17, 2019

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It’s not ‘just’ a hammer, it’s a piece of an imploded dark star, a black, unholy, my singularity

Fixed in an infinite menudo of atoms and quarks excited to be here and now, full of fool glee

Interested in mountains and valleys, rivers, seas and the stratosphere down to the One core

Merged into a banquet phantasmagoria where the whole thing is but Thor’s hammer score.

Mjolnir thrown out at home, sliding into 1st fear of loathing, spikes high up Alexander’s thigh

Conclusion from deductions of highly probable observations’ premises and the monster mash

Seasons come and go, the life you had this AM will certainly in a Manhattan’s minute, will die

To the point of being or not, bullseye representing against the prison’s wall, it’s a six by nine.

Lacking perfection is the means to the end of times, the end of the games, played by the Force

Of the air, the land and sea, this Earth’s spin and wobble shoots the revolution, sun Evolution

It always was and always will be what it is, the rock and roll from seven continents to the seas

I know this is not the Time, I know this is not the place in Space, a slippery slope with no skis.

But that is all I know, that this is not the Time in Space, The Time, that is, in The Space above

We know what’s below with dead bones of our ancestors, the ashes of our spirits’ turtle Dove

No reason and no rhyme to the nature of the beast at hand, lookin’ in the out door’s window

Off to battle I go, fool-me ending, a war I knew from scratch, an angel I am, way down below.

Inner secrets of the black house nobody gets to rent or buy, it’s the last home of the boneless

Rubber or plastic entities annihilated when outside of the gases of the Earth, aliens are gods

Nobody comes in saucers or ships and visits the weird parts of universal Milky Way humans

From Thor’s Big Bang until shock and awe #BattleAxin’ your head, I Am Mjolnir, old friend!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY! May 17, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ GENERATED by random recombination of DNA in a petri dish of viral RNA from nowhere & listenin’ to the replay of another Golden State Warriors romp to the #Repeat link @ http://www.espn.com/video/clip?id=26720261 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FerociousPrevarication #MeanLies #NoMercy #NeverEverForget

SHADOWS IN MY HOLY DARKNESS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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It could never be worse than it is when I find nothing at the bottom of Earth’s rabbit hole city

Nothing to see or hear or feel down here, no water or radioactive light’s invisible superfluity

Pertaining to the health of the body and the soul and whatever else you call it, God in a dam.

Perfectly grim and in the pedantic mode of being holier than thou, it’s true, I am what I am.

Not holier than you but perfectly grim I am and that seems to make me holier, sublime stuff

I am on my own in the darkness and although I sing and cry out loud, it’s silence is quite def

In a million years or in just a few centuries, the world’s living, being plans and animal sins

Will all be dead, probably the species will be extinct for the rookie seasons’ mass extinctions.

End of days, world remains in revolutionary mode, church, mosque, synagogue weekends

Never mine or yours, all of this here in front of your eyes and under your feet are loose ends

What you and I may get fortunate enough to do, filing our last wills and testaments to Life

Giving our possessions away, today because these dreams were never ours in the first place.

Off the road and into a marsh area where the evil lives fear to go because they’ll dye it there

Evil fears death just like the Good and the Beautiful, there is a reason for that, no biggy scare

Nothing left after the last breath, no scars or debts to repay without the bodiless, low prices

What that was when you called it the soul, was the activity of the body, a neurosis psychosis.

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r j j stephan, i #BLACKoperationsCorporation #CharcoalOps

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 8:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club Diane Birch & Daryl Hall jammin’ with the house band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XORRk8rGes }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmackUp #ItIsNotWhatItIs #SuperNovaAbortion

SHARK, SNAKE & A COVERED NOSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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Way out of the limelight and spotlight deep in the dark alley, it’s a pitch blackness hum

Difficult to comprehend the here and now, whatever it may be, yet, the band played on

Nothing to recollect in a dream come true, when it’s over, it’s over, POTUS to the bum

Fool me once, shame on you and if you fool me twice, load of shame on me, myself & I.

Conquered the fear of Fear itself only for the survival amongst the all too human-germ pods

Americans, Chinese, Sunni, Shiite , Muslim, Christian, atheistic fortune of the extinct hoods

Walkin’ on the water and the air, cosmic menudo of what’s on the table in front of my eyes

Weakness coming a moment prior to personal extinction, shield of the invisible One’s skies.

Insulting and injuring the Good, the Bad and especially the Beautiful, my nature, I am a beast

What it’s always been since before the enculturation, the potty-trained higher education feast

Mysterious revolutionary orbit, incorporated conglomeration of frozen, hot atoms of the Fifes

Peaceful ending to the story of the idiots and morons who cause and effect historical psyches.

Fortitude required to survive what phenomena are presented, at random, anyplace that I sing

Being prepared for unexpected and expected effects of excited matter from a First Cause’s ice

Banned my abortion, therefore I am, the Earth has conceived my essence, my nature’s being

Imaginary Earth ‘fore humanity’s sharks and snakes waygone out of sight, goddess damned!

Pagans, Christians and the rest of the minions who may not be offended by the faked honesty

Found a reason for Justice here and now, before the day I was gonna die, all alone on my own

It’s been a pleasure to be there when you’re eyes were opened wide for the justice pity-party

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, nightmare or day-mare, snakeskin, sharkskin bonified bone.

Utter chaos at both the Origin and at the final atomic fission or fusion, at the whim of Space

The #WhereWithAll to generate supernovae of a Third Kind and Cause a Black Hole’s face

No escape for the philosophers and economists, neither for politicians nor the minion herd

For your eyes only since you were drawn to this Space and Time, to First Cause a Last Word.

Now, here’s the ticket, it’s a joke, you will die, you cannot deny that Truth, that’s all I can see

Other than that fact, the rest is a matter of super blind faith in a superman’s screamin’ shout

Empty space outside of this atmosphere brought back the facts from astronautics, oh infinity

Songs sung of lives lived, Time in Space addiction to Air, a Goddess’s injustice so #GTF out!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BiggestBlackHolesAndCosmicMonsters on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPyTMw--rvY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019

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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’

Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin

Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood

Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in

Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win

Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed

In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice

Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice

Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice

Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool

And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four

Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools

No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived

On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail

One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate

Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story

About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me

I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above

I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST

{ jam to Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 & Eric Church #SmokeALittleSmoke link @ https://youtu.be/HOFzyA65O7Y & @ChrisStapleton #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/CaqzeE41XcA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeAmACaveat #RealThingsAintHereRightNow #TheEyesHaveIT

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#SCUTTLEBUTTIN’ A #ROSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 13, 2019

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You know and I know that nothing really matters at all, in the end, no holy bed of azure roses

Do not offend the rights and privileges of the matter and form of the Void, we’re just posers

It’s nothing personal, just the facts man, you know it deep down inside, alright, alright, right

Nobody worries about me, my mama and papa have departed into empty, infra-neon light.

But wait, it’s all a game of thrones when you have no rules other than the moot scuttlebuttin’

Of the women and the rats not mice and men, they own it all from one atom’s planetary fun

From a seed, bush and a thorn in the crown of a lightening bolt’s google-bomb of my Zazen

In a crossbow ready for the bullseye of your mind, your persuaded Id boredom of Hydrogen.

In the frequent variability of the human genome’s metabolism, the training of babies matters

Without being ingrained into the ethical choices of a free spirit, a free will, you go to prisons

Or you are hunted by the #PowersThatBe, some of them our own brothers’ and sisters’ kin

You care more for the survival of your own true self than the altruistic survival of a minion.

It is what it is, there is really no alternative to the #PrimeObjective, to be fittest to survive

Knowing that it’s all a transitory experience with a vacuous promise of blinded faith in gods

None of them present, all of the past and just sayin’ they’ve got no future doesn’t fly above

Neither can it dig below the pole’s of the dirty ball down to the hot-iron core of lava bloods.

Get it right when you order the flowers for your survivors to feel better about the ignorance

None of them will get out of this presence in the present still breathing with heartbeat sins

Side effect of the falling down from heaven to Earth, asleep as if you’ll never awaken, is this

We’re all gonna die, dead and wild angels are the only ones who eat cow DNA, #Matrix wins!

by

r j j stephan, i #ArmstrongAndGetty #NeverAgain #NeverAgainAgain

c. Lundi, May 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while frequently LMAO & listenin’ to the #ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST or podcast your arses off @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ViceIsNice #NiceGirlsDontDoItInTheRoad

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

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What’ll be won’t have any bearing on the fact this dream within, is intel of old scarred heads

No fear, born in 2nd city’s alleys, attitude caught from holy bull’s shat, rice patty sewer dogs

No kind of talent other than to know the Truth about why existence is what it is, all he dreads

We get blind faith #FakeNews truth about what tattletales want to blab to the angels’ blogs.

Choices to be or not to be for all, from premature babies in the laps of the mothers of us all

From the place in Limbo on to the fire of the purge, everything goes up/down the drain to fall

Down to the bottom of the furthest depth next to the fired up core, a nanosecond, on a dime

A fight to the finish and then anointing the forehead in front of the brain with a lobe on time

Fighting for the survival of your very being, consciousness, mind in a brain’s split personality

Schizophrenic dyslexia and a healthy dose of fractal fret-shredding is what I dig about it, P

I know that it’s been said somewhere, both of us know, on a wall, in a book, from God’s ears

Lips flapping with the emptiness of the gums, nails broken in the hand bones of all our peers.

Music tapping inside my ears, causing my feet to tap the Origin, getting a soul to loathe a sin

On the castrated axes, it’s written that ma and pa warned us about it, triggered all naked apes

Need some Southern comfort to express the joy I have for the facts of life, she destroyed tapes

Blue data about you? From Maine to Carolina, wanna go be on a wave, hangin’ ‘10’ surfin’.

Hated the love and loved the hate, just like lover do, playin’ the hard-ass soft, #FakeNew pest

Wherever sound emits from tubes of air or plucking ten gauge wire from a fake cardiac arrest

Simple mind for me, just a simple guy, turned around from fearing and loathing master bone

Where 32 teeth and blackened eyes remain embedded in jaws, etched deeply in a cross stone.

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r j j stephan, i

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

c. May 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ WROTE while deep in the 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan 1985 @Montreux concert from the #completeEpicRecordingscollection (LIVE) link @ https://youtu.be/mMTblDDqJUA }

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