#WhoAreYou #WhereAreYou #WhyAreYouHere #DontBeFullOfIT

 "YES we CAN!"  -- the gods

A TOTAL ECLIPSE, APPARENTLY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 19, 2019

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What Eve did is not a joke, it began the origin of this blockage, apple eclipse of the hot sun

It is what it is and a movie star or a rock star can’t change the genome, it is what it is, my son

I’m not your mama so don’t come cryin’ to me like a little baby girl, even you too, dear boy

Girls are adults right from the get-go, out of the gate, ask any one of them not in a crib’s toy.

Who took the first bite? Did they swallow the chunk of nonsense down the pie hole? Yea, so?

Not my fault that an original woman who arrived on Earth before me, disrupted nature’s flow

Obey the law of a God who is invisible to me and you, priests and nuns too, no lives in Space

Emptiness everywhere outside a planetary solar system we call the home of the human’s race.

Awareness and consciousness are the award for conception without consent, it ain’t my fault

Ad infinitum in reverse from here and now, there’s an original big bang, Mass unlocked guilt

Sorry for this and that which has nothing to do with the fact that Earth holds the bone graves

From the walkers and talkers, all that’s left is what they refused, recycled and left, god-slaves.

Comin’ in for a landing on the tarmac to nowhere, estimated time of arrival is nevermore, #9

Just a dream goin’ down from the cerebral cortex and nervous system of an accidental design

Human DNA a mistake, a miscoded liquid solid gas, now has survived and spread a dark web

In my mind, in my computer, under the burnin’ star’s heat, hard as rocks’ soft as Moe’s Keb.

It’s in the rhythm and the back beat of the pounding drums, the rhyme of the Word, the flesh

Moving from the origin to the destination is what the animated do, or they’d be more rockish

On the top of mountains or in the center of the matrix you see in front of your consciousness

Inside your mind’s disturbance for staying alive, an immortal being arises, I am an Oz-fest.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted from my Apple dreams in a California Golden Speckled One, #OffTheGridff #OnTheBlock listenin’ to #DeliverTheWord by WAR THE BAND #HITS on weTube link @ https://youtu.be/nEhQxPR7ZQM }

W.W.A.R.D.

#AintYourKindaMan @KORN @RollingStones @MollyHatchet #FlirtinWithDisaster

SILVER SLIVER, REAL CLOSE ONE *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 18, 2019

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Swingin’ along, swayin’ to silver slivers comin’ outta gold-silver Brooklyn and Compton soil

Homegrown #WordUp punks payin’ the price for staples, all too human dancing, high royal

Deep in your polypeptides there is DNA that is immortal yet dormant, only the strong survive

This struggle for the place to eat, to hunt for the food, to work for the cash paid to stay alive.

Read any further and it ain’t my fault if you gain insight into a mystery you call, your employ

Blind by light from the sun or the intellectual cyber-sphere of pitchfork mentality, we destroy

Why you work hard or get caught breaking civilization’s rules and regulations of golden rules

You’re born because you weren’t aborted by your mother, even if your father is king of bulls.

Thinkin’ about goin’ around in a circular argument from premise to deduction, now it’s quiet

Mulling around in the darkness without an anchor or foundation from which to launch a diet

Lookin’ for food to eat, stuff to kill and heat up to make it’s death taste better than bloody raw

From first wind to the second wind, there’s a lull in time and space, for hand, hoof and claw.

After life, what do you care what happiness is, what pain and suffering is, no eyes, can’t hear?

That’s why they’ve named it Death, you’re dead, caput, that’s all she wrote, all gods are beer

Looking out into outerspace is impossible during the daylight hours on Earth’s Sky phantoms

An effect of direct sunlight onto the atmosphere being prismatically abused by blown atoms.

Breathe it in and exhale it out, the CO2 is the source of the life of Plants, our food and smoke

Without the roots’ seeds there would be no stems, leaves or flowers, we’d have no pair of nuts

A kernel of a nut, just a speck of dust in the cosmic dirt-iceball dimension, the gang’s all here

I don’t care because it never really matters until you’re close to the edge of doom, I’m #woke.

I know the meaning of life n’ death, I read about it in books and magazines, your mama’s hot

Alternative to an invalid, illogical conclusion about the ends of life you undertaken pretender

A guy or a gal, man or a woman who preaches wisdom and knowledge, so right on, a cool dot

Finals will give you the grades, wise-ass fools but then you gotta live in It, a life, stinkin’ liver.

by

r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my personal mandala, it’s now yours!

c. ROCKTOBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ ...It ain’t my fault! ...generated out of thin error listenin’ to Korn on youTube WTF is the #WordUp link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Click Click Boom

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BewareOfDogsBreath #GoonSquad #Deathblow #Deftones

WILL YOU GIVE ME A BREAK? NO?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 17, 2019

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Psychological romance with me? I’d be happy to come out of my shell for a hoe, beautiful girl

I’m certain when you hear my voice and the cut of my gib, my red flamin’ eyes won’t matter

Not in the context of hypnosis and my personal prognosis in the ebb and flow of a holy swirl

Of the men and other animated bags of atomic gas, the things appear as hard as a rocker.

Desire for the pain and suffering is an overwhelming pardon for being all too human story

To know and be wise enough to keep the Truth in mind at all times, that’s the gift of glory

To allow the spark of your personal, prime mover to escape at death is an art lost, one, done

Upon a time in my playpen and my crib, I knew nothin’ was gonna stop me playin’, oh fun!

I won’t ever let go of the part I’ve got of this matter and this energy, infinitesimal, my mind

Weather of a whirlwind’s wobble and revolution of a planetary Big Bang’s remnant lime pine

Chopped them down, burned them with Smokey bears and forest flombays from red Mercury

Dreamland, afterlife with no body, give me a break and just enjoy the ride, this is It, history.

No comebacks after the battles and wars that completed the cycle of living and dying, the way

Where you walk down the center of the path, not too far to the right or to the left, perfect say

But there’s a snake full of life, wanting your Will to power and wanting you to give it up, now

Before the end, to survive a killer’s goin’ home to a singularity, holy, black hole event horizon.

Perfectly zero or a trillion zeroes on the third dimension’s tetrahedron of clear ice, plexiglass

Will to the power of causing effects of whim’s intent, believe and it is done, Time’s goin’ fast

Like snow melt turnin’ the river flow out to the endless sea of hydrogen and oxygen story plot

Sons of God and virgins, highly improbable yet right there in front of my eyes, all bloodshot!

#TwistedTransistor moves the monkeys to and fro, heads up and lights out, it’s going’ down

Miracles in the darkness without the benefits, nothing to see for the rest of eternal unknown

First Cause hung well over the astronomical unit, 93 million miles from Sunny the gas’ sex

Input and output from a friction way, compression imploded the explosion, a TNT nut-hex.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 17TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Deftones #GoonSquad & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-sdMesL8wrc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ProjectWithoutSubectiveObjects @ArmstrongAndGetty #ArmstrongAndGetty #YOYO #LebronJamesSouthPark #NoDealWeinstein #NoMeagan #NoNoNo

DON’T BE A TOUGH GUY OR A FOOL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 17, 2019

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In the event of a communicating bird of prey coming in for a landing on your head and such

“Resist we much, and we must about that...” be committed to it, amigos, an ol’ double dutch

Jumpin’ the double swingin’ ropes in the middle of the sidewalk, off the pavement crack cake

Shocked monkey bones up and down, feet and toes bouncin’ kids’ minds into an infinite fake.

Marry up your loves and reproduce your own species or become extinct, nourish soul kicks

I don’t care what you think or what you say but I believe in Nothing and y’all ‘re real piques

Altercations between my girlfriend and my wife on the ground beatin’ each other into pulp

Blood on the highway, hammer fist blows for the wreck on the freeway, an Adam apple gulp.

There is an origin for every language of every human born on this planet, it’s the God, the sun

What you need to live or you’ll die, it’s the sun, the star only 93 million miles to ‘me’ sandman

Where you’ll go when the conscious mind in the brain, in the head becomes to be or not, see?

Right here and now where you’re at right now, this is all there is, my geist, my ghost’s my fan.

Time on the clock gets to 9:11 twice every day, one day after the other, Earth spins around it

Truth of being alone in space on a planet of dead star cinders, unbelievable ground of shyte

Warm memories being drunk with your feet and legs up to your thighs in people’s rice-food

Either die of being frozen to death or being a spider monkey without olfactory sense, all good.

Here’s success for the survival of the fittest, doom is down the road for a 3rd tier evolutionary

In the House or the Senate, both houses of Congress SHOULD be at odds, a mere hyperbole

With an Executive and a Judiciary branch, the Congress lose it’s marbles, deaf-dumb insight

Consuming the signals, the signs, the words, Nothing is left, WE are all there is, now go fight!

Peace on Earth, earthquakes shake as they say in the old country, let’s party with super Mario

History written in foreign languages and translated to your own jive, a pig satin-Latin casino

Destroy your ignorance-enlightened intelligence before you step into the foul, fairy dust-ups

Only you’ll know I know because you know I know, war ends YOU in a crypt of crossed pups.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while WANDERING & listenin’ to https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ Armstrong & Getty Listeners listenin’ to Armstrong & Getty #LegUp #DustUp & #WordUp by Korn in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Long John Baldry ... Don't Try To Lay No Boogie-Woogie On The King Of R...

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatWouldAynRandDo #WWARD #DreamAlone #WordUp

NEWS-BLIND EYES FEAR US ALL

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 16, 2019
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I wonder where I’d be if I lived before this life, right here I suppose, same time and place

This is really all there is, just me in an attic with a TV screen that gets the news, the bull

I should thank my lucky stars though, it could be worse and that would be unacceptable

When it all comes down to the brass tacks and you gotta grab whatever’s near my face.

Thinkin’ about the days and nights I’ve lain here thinkin’ about the future, why we came here

But I lost my ESP skills and now I’m stuck with human metaphysics, superstition’s nutty fear

I just wanna eat those #OreoCookies stacked on my belly without moving but I can’t even see

Trying the old levitation skills and the anti-gravity at will technique, tried to remember me.

Wasted time over there and then, here and now too because the reason for being is unknown

Brave humans and coward humans made this history, recorded what we’ve got, cover blown

Secret spells of magic showered us in the stardust confetti, rained down my destiny, Malibu

All of the mud dried, the starlight turned to sunlight, ad infinitum, blinded by an Italian shoe.

Parties are sometimes two and sometimes when three, it’s a third party, a third wheel smile

Whether you like it or not, you’ve got a set amount of time here in this place, in this dream

Or your choice of noun or pronoun to predicate the objects, bottom line, game over on file

Every time I see you I see what I saw when I first saw you, what beauty appears to seem.

It’s important to report the UFO’s you see when you get lucky enough to see one, hot saucers

All the authorities and your friends will believe you’ve flipped your lid, no lyrics, no worries

There’s no need to fear the unknown or the known, looking around to see it, nothing at all

Not a bug or a worm, no animal, no plant, just #Grey in 3D, now exposed, #Oreo down fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ bled this out listenin’ to my iHeart station @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/jimmy-durante-13750/?cmp=web_share }

FINIS

#SingASong #CashComesFlyin' #KeepItTogether #LeaveItAlone

HEADERS & REVERSAL DUNKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 16, 2019

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My knees were five feet in the air when I slammed the pea down the chain net of the rim shot

It was actually just an apple bushel basket from the Leamington grocery store’s garbage plot

I nailed it to a piece of 5’ x 5’ plywood my dad painted midnight blue, one night’s cool trips

Big boys came around midnight and ripped down the new toy, I got a real rim for Christmas.

Sweet dreams from then until now, sunny days and starry nights in the golden state of Ra

Place where the gold hides under the red dirt of the sierras, the material world of 3rd class

Pine trees from the oceans to the valleys and through the foothills and mountainous Sierra

Showers of thunder and hot rain to fill the empty holes between the deep blue liquid gas.

Do not even show up when all you have in mind is a walk out in disrespect of the #CIC oval

Now you’ll have to get a real job after the term in office you occupy for the duration of it all

A daughter or two being bullied by overbearing, uncircumcised dykes with no mini-golf balls

It’s not their mothers or fathers who are at fault for their failure to communicate my cat calls.

River rollin’ from mountaintop snow-caps to the end of the mouth where H & O flow merge

With or without all of us, this thing happens to the Earth, we are lucky to live in a brief surge

Electricity, fire and ice, consciousness evolved from stardust in empty space, god’s awkward

That’s what priests taught us in the parochial brain trust of the pope, #WordUp #RedHorde.

Up in the air and back down the court rushin’ under #nikeLight Chinese rubbers, size 19

All I need to fly high and land on the ground of my being, flush with a new bogus love scene

So it is what it is whether I give my two cents, in the surf’s sweet curl, high rip or ebb tide

Moment’s over now, dead leather hand’s bones left in La Grange, on the range’s girls in-glide.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 16TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to my radio station #RicosFavoritesRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/jimmy-durante-13750/ & you will need max VOLUME! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoodBuddiesNeverDie #HappyHours #FastTrackin

SOUTHSIDE SHOWN, BLOWN TOO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 16, 2019

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It’s a matter of complete fearlessness, armor is the power of knowledge’s wisdom, a pariah

Function of the calculus is to figure out what equals another thing, one cell compare to God

Alone between rocks and hard places, sometimes stoned, sometimes drunk or both, I forgot

But the important thing is, it’s all right there where I left it, deep down in the secret 3rd eye.

Pumped up with the gas, neon lights shining brightness and words of language signs & bums

Beggars everywhere lookin’ for a handout because they’ve failed, got sidetracked by the slums

Places where the babies go with their mothers who spread their wishbones for a spoon’s tuck

Can’t say enough chit to my sisters’ sons and my brothers’ daughters, no wait, what the heck?

My nose kept me headed in the correct direction through the twilight zone, Chit-own to L.A.

Shots of whiskey poured for free until addiction got planted, an alcohol fix for a fool on weed

Songs on the radio speakin’ to my holy, inner 6th sense, protected by a mean, bad poppy seed

Old man’s bones and skin, single, married, single, married, chasin’ you, still chasin’ #Payday.

Juice in the glass or in the milk carton waxed tree pulp, it all goes down the hatch in a gulp

At some point, on the way down the road goin’ straight to the place at the center of Atlantis

Nowhere outside in space to go, it’s emptiness out there, you can only go down without help

Nobody will save you just like an orphan, when you’re dead, that’s it, caput, the end, Finis!

To the infinite power, I come to a screechin’ halt, down at the bottom of the white trash talk

Hell with place in space, it’s all there is but I don’t GAF and neither do your mamas and dads

All the dead saints and dead mortal souls who never asked for life’s conception, suckin’ milk

Toothless and clueless from birth until a finite age of adulthood, barring bleedin’ out blood.

I got blackened eyes and broken, bloody noses for saying words of the free speech lexicon

Got my arse kicked by Johnny Walker, Jim Beam and Jack Daniels on any faded away fun

Makes you forget what should never be recalled for any reason, a missing person overflow

Me, not you, I’m the one who got lost on a one way street, can’t look back, I’m gonna blow.

Gangs’ head-bangin’ ‘cause it’s either fight or flight, no other reason, odds’ even fake choices

Towns and metropolitan matrices erecting towers of Babel for the minions’ with Rolls Royces

Living and dying under the impression that this is not the end, when it is, it’s all there is fool

Talkin’ to myself not y’all, down the purple Mississippi, on a roll ever since 1971, Biloxi’s tool.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #Mercredi ROCKTOBER 16th, 2019 A.D. @ 05:00 hours

{ drafted in effigy & listenin’ to Morganwallen TheRealBigSmo Eric Church & deep in the The Milky Way Adventure Park on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PRcl5L11yjM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoxyLadies

COMPARED TO A CANARY & A FOX

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 15, 2019

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Birds and wild dogs put the mothers right in their places, back up against the cave’s wall

Inside the mountain where only one entrance it the one and only exit, ‘cause she up n’ fell

Fell into the flesh and bone and succumbed to the heat of a moment or two, anticlimactic

But it’s better than the alternative, no light, no eyesight and can’t fight with a sharp stick.

Rocks can be thrown, boulders can be rolled down hills uncontrolled, bouncing, spinning

Knives and clubs can be fashioned, swords and spears, small and large lead balls to throw

All of it for the territory and the female reproductive function to multiply the herd thing

In an ooze of invisible gas, the atmospheric pressure is lost to the outer space of air flow.

Far away from the place that’s too far out to get to, it’s not my choice to miss the space

But since it must be done, I awaken from the dream that’s been disguised as my face

What looks out of the eyes and smells through the nose, tastes and touches, who hears?

Veils over the faces, reputations precede us all, lead, follow or get out of the way, Fears!

Nuts from the trees grew more and then women made a man come to high heaven’s sky

Bringing the DNA into the gene pool to achieve the survival of our animated acid, I lie

Truth is empty of meaning, it’s what it is after the sound has ceased, post rock and roll

Spun, weaved, wobbled and thrown into a boomerang orbit, this is it, all there is, GOAL!

Marks and scars from the damaged epidermal layer of bone cover, from toes to the schnoz

If I get too sozzled, I’ll need to substitute a pinch hitter into the line-up, to foozle the blood

Pain and suffering all in the mind of the adult babies in pampers, can’t get to the commode

Multi-celled protozoans on crack, on a playground of snakes and worms. as I play the blues.

A phenomenon out of the twilight zone matrix, unidentified object of the predication’s cross

Players all alone or on a team, it’s the nature of a plan to reduce the chance of failure, of loss

Practicing the same thing over repeatedly to embed the behavior and reduce a chance of ends

Too human or not, it’s the way it is, there’s nothing we can do about it, it’s out of our hands.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCTOBER 15, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listening/watching Jonny Lang HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bb6wkH7g7zM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AhHehlNo #WARTheBand #ACDC

FLY ON A WALL, ON THE BORDER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 15, 2019

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Frozen water in the shape of a fake heart, in gloved hands of a woman, ready to make a move

To be or not to be all, it’s not the only question but it’s all about the First Light’s time of day

What’s reality without peasants and royalty, asymmetrical triggering from discipline’s groove

Explosions induced by the pressure of blood inside a bag of bones, that’s life, the people say.

Here and now, then and there, this Time and Space, I insist it be my matrix of choice, death

This is what it’s like, dead and alive at the same time, within a New York minute’s blind faith

On the name of the game, all the people have said is just an accident of woman's’ womb soil

Silence broken by the noise of the revolution of the Earth, civilized counter revolution recoil.

Senseless like a mother’s consciousness after childbirth, glad the pain’s over until a future fit

When the manifestation of being all too human defers to being the children of divine ala Void

Black, silent, a grim darkness, nothing but what’s been annihilated, a phantasmagorical idiot

It is pitiful and simultaneously the target of my despair, to be you or me, blood, life, android.

I shudder to look at the light coming through the prism, blinded by the white rainbow in a fit

On the floor, under the ground, up in the air with nowhere to go but around in an infinite pit

Open hole in a twilight zone where sleep is awake and woke is a supreme dream of slumber

Grown without obstruction in a cemetery’s tomb, down in a grave without a breath of the air.

No fear of the hideous and revolting, blinded and deaf, without the disorder of being human

Pure food for mothers’ fathers to survive on the burned out ash of this star system’s flim flam

Growing seeds of Time and Space, now, here with no place left to go, my matrix-damned men

The new end is like the old loose end, ready to be tied but impossible to connect, it’s the Zen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 15TH, 2019 A.D. @ 2:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SUMMER by The Original WAR Band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gSQAlfyaKyc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JumpOnTopOfTheCasket #ElderSicilianWomenRock

PREMATURE AFTERBIRTH, OMGs

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 14, 2019

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You know what I mean when I think about #ArmsSales and then lie about Truth to you

In the morning after a long evening asleep in a dream state of being, a supernatural fool

For the sake of being responsible for my obligations, I have none, therefore, I am alright

I think I am alright anyway it goes, lucky to have been here for a NY minute for the fight.

Digested the presence of the presents for Christmas and my seventy birthdays, give or take It

A box with a sweater or a set of boxing gloves or a saxophone, I could blow the horn or fake it

Deeper than purple and more floyd than the pink, superb malfunction of yo’ mama’s friends

Disappointed with the Truth of pain and suffering in Time And Space, move onto the Ends.

Where everything goes up because it can’t get down any further than the ground of all souls

Emptiness between the stars and planets far exceeds my insight into the Trix and Cheerio

It’s all about me and not laughing dogs that are chompin’ at their bits ready to chew y’alls

Marchin’ through the pain, privates, sergeants and captain’s feet, rise war, afoot, git git ho!

We had a song, we sang it once and then we died under the waving flag of black X’s & O’s

Whomever started this crown of thorns in the head of the gods, they’re to blame for defeat

Nothing you can do about it being that fortunate son with silver spoon or rummage blows

Jolly Roger flag of the skull and crossbones, patched eye and crushed velvet on raw meat.

Spearheads in rib cages of the buried bones of humanity’s skeletons, Jolly Roger’s stronger

Than the life that moves the Earth around in circles, in perpetuity, never ending story, to sir

All you can do is laugh or cry and there’s nothing else to know about, a philosophical twerp

A will to survive makes no difference, sisters fall, resist we must, it’s a renaissance, brother!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 14, 2019 A.D. @ 11:45 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Michael Crichton #Sphere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/74eRSVR1Cdo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllPeopleGottaEat #NowEatMoreFaster

IN A BAG, GUNN-DOWN IN A NEST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 14, 2019

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It is an observation from the eyes I’ve inherited from the genome I have been loosed upon

A miracle or not, an accident of collisions without permission of a Saturn ring of lollipops

From Mercury to Pluto, this is all we can find in the darkness’ doubt, I’m a loafer, ‘How fun!’

Then get back to the reality of every day life, wake up, wash up, work it up to dunk lay ups.

I ran through the jungle because I didn’t know I was the only living thing there, I’m no prey

But on my naked knees I crawled through the jungle, like a snake without lookin’ back to see

What was chasin’ my tail, looked just like me and it was and is and always will be, a lowdown

Way high up in the sky, just eight or nine miles straight up, my Black Jack’s last-call frown.

On the walk back to the room in the barracks where the single stripers of first and third class

Cut into the commissions’ leaves of absence, 2ndLT to the Four Star orders to annihilate us

Baptized just to receive the Last Rights to the angelic realm we fear to meet at death’s bust

Everybody has to get out of here, off of the Earth before the Supernova’s melted atom blast.

Twelve years, more or less, educated to let you in on the secret that the sun’s gone to hell

Hot as a pistol and the only thing that keeps us sustained, fools pretending to be so rouge

Of the negative and positive charges of the black and white light, hot fire, ring a dumbbell

A woolly bully and nothing but your mother’s boyfriends’ underwear, dirty laundry stooge!

Here and there, a chance presents opportunity, we move between all that calculus’ justice

God, good, Evil, bad, live good, die bad, that’s all you’ve got to know, it’s futility I can resist

On the fine line from the origin to the final end, last breath pull in a vacuum, bones’ dice

Rolled sevens and elevens, easy or the hard way, indeed the middle Way of the Zen’s gist.

Remedies for the god forsaken are all underground, buried with your mama’s grand mama

Fathers bones are all pulverized and turned to dust to make room for the new skeletons’ Ra

Voided transfer, protection from the conception, saved by the rubber and IUD intelligentsia

Words are up, we all got down and the #LATINOBAMA now rule the roost, encore Eurasia!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ dropped in from the muse while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p_yR4snCl9c?list=RDp_yR4snCl9c & then rewarded with the movie, #LordOfWar starring Nicholas Cage Tomb link @ https://youtu.be/ZpqHrqF4MO4 }

FINIS

#WeHaveNoIssues #SitOnItAMinute

CATALEPTIC IN CHATANOOGA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 13, 2019

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Time out in Space, chug-a-lug causes of effects, conformity to scientific repetition of things

Danger zones from the start to the finish, the many attempting to steal your cool, hot air

As if you have the only air there is, they’ve got to have yours in particular, it just ain’t fair

But then nothing is ever fair when the will to power is in neutral with man-pony tail hair.

Either styled or straight razored bald, the head housing the brain and mind in free fall

Without the consciousness, with no perception, nothing remains in the being’s big ball

Being and Nothingness were always much closer than they seemed at my singular glance

Upon further introspection on the nature of this beast, my pop got in my mama’s pants.

In love they were for the moment that nature pulled the plug on extinction’s malfunction

Lost sleep that is a need for the dream to be staged can never be recovered, it’s a lost sin

Under an apple tree or just kin of the ape men left over from the flood of Earth’s junction

It’ll never be the same now that we know the Truth, shots’ candy-man comin’, a tooth siren.

A live thing reversed, an evil thing alive yesterday, today and tomorrow, just a sad scarab

Tale of the way of a soul at one with nothing but itself, identified as an entire cosmic blob

A beatle’s nest of smiling faces with or without the mindfulness of wisdom, a reason’s why

Hiding snakes in handshakes, mighty tough pats on the backside, Truth’s always on the fly.

Every picture tells a story to the one who’s ready to hear the words, comprehending love

In the middle of nowhere, a feeling pulled from deep down under the flow of fool’s gold

Covered up everything and still the day you were born was written all over your hot face

Fortune of the cash is one thing but the luck I had the day heaven dropped your mold.

Moonshine and sunshine are the only real things in heaven and on Earth, all of it is white

Fall in love if you’re lucky and get it reciprocated because it’s irresistible, cataleptic fight

Lookin’ in each others eyes, we can see whatever light’s within, sunk deep down, blue soul

On the way down, during the fall in love, I tried to cease and desist but fell in my sinkhole.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday ROCKTOBER 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #UpDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

 FINIS

#MamasLittleMan #Everlast #ItCannotBeSold #LoveMillionaire

 

WORD OUT THE HEAD, ACE HIGH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 13, 2019

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In utter dissolution from the indoctrination of my youth from seven to nineteen, it is so Basic

That is what every single child in America needs either right after high school, before college

Or the only alternative if being a drop-out extinction malfunction is the goal, it is militaristic

To discover the discipline required to be totally dependent on god’s Big Brother’s power edge.

Unnecessarily coy to know the history of your predecessors, hunters, slaves, ‘foregathers’ kin

To rule is either inherited smoke and mirrors or imposed to force keeping Law’s origin, a sin

Policing the rivers and the valleys where the gardens grow means, obliterating homelessness

#Pride in producing a positive vibration in public is enculturated from infancy, it’s kindness.

To be or not to be isn’t the only question, why #TrickOrTreat others like I want to be tricked

What is that all about, an annual festivity in specific type of human culture, live evil danced

From vampires to the werewolves, mummies risen from pyramid tombs and gold temples

Yo yo, I say it a million times a day, inside my head, it’s annoying out loud but hey, Yo, yo!

Now and then you and I know that you’ve got no free will, no choice other than an imperative

Wonder is fine for the children with stars in their eyes but if you would have asked me, jive

I’d share the dozens and the history of civilization and prehistoric speculation on the dying

What I came here for, exposing the obvious and contemplating my reason’s whistle blowing.

Just wanted to play games down here and have fun getting hurt and dirty, back for more

Or less if the brain and mind become comfortably numb, either in affluence or in a morgue

Options in the deduction are limited to the compound subjects, predicates and objects all

What I say, what you hear and what you say is what I hear, written down chance to dwell.

On being this mindful mouse searchin’ for the cheese or crust, milk of goat or cow, gold dust

In a dream’s state of being alive yet totally at one, asleep and devoid of fear of being stone zen

What the creator of the universe would do to become animated mud and blood, evil’s a must

You’ve got to be an awkward, two-headed step child, if you wanna be in It, a cult in heaven!

You and I may disobey the rules and guidelines but that won’t fake a byte of espresso foam

In the scheme of everything on Earth and the solar system of our Sun, nobody’s Dumas-free

Things of matter are few and far between your ears, that’s where reality resides, my freedom

Extreme happiness or sadness, mason free to wake from beta-wave sleep, #Come, #Go me.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, ROCKTOBER 13th, 2019 A.D @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the Ogres rap Alexander King & #Littlefoot #DontWait #MoneyWontMakeItself #ItsGottaGitMade on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BJ_oltqfC5Q?list=RD9YEFSb2fOOA #chitGrowsOutMyFace #BeardAndTattoos}

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