#Relativity and #Immortality #Comedy #Tragedy #ColdWorld #EventHorizon & the #Singularity #Phenomenology #Mass #Matter #Friction #Momentum & @MotherGoose

PHENOMENOLOGICAL DESTRUCTION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

-------------- #BlackOnBlack ------------

Sometime, well I guess it was once upon a time there lived a herd of people, band of gypsies

They came from somewhere but they can’t recollect where that was, they all have amnesia

They are all asleep, walkin’ around in the dream that they refer to as life, Earth living thing

What we were before the ancestors got here? Nothing at all, the Big Bang caused us to sing!

From the top of our lungs or in the underground railroads where even bad men fear to go

Screams of silence, just gasps and quiet empty, dead air exhaled, just like a holy roller pro

One who claims to know the God, the creator of the universe through blind faith, like a baby

Believing what your faith leaps to is an Unknown entity evolved from a black hole singularity.

Time and Space as the matrix of the living and dead, move things themselves in perpetuity

They are not gods, they were not even created by any God at all, now the joke is on me, see?

It’s Relativity that we need to explore, the nature of Nothing, that’s life’s massive extinction

Stage of the continental hosts, species of beasts prowl for salad and burgers, raw or BBQ’n.

Not so fast, somebody is right about the nature of being and somebody must be wrong I see

Fractions of equations breakdown the load of feeling all alone, not lonely but alone, I’m free

In a nanosecond, your own consciousness has come and gone, no memory of your prehistory

Meaning more or less that random collisions of matter, gravitationally collapse, blood gory.

What’s important to your caretakers may be what’s important to all, the insight of a 3rd eye

Blinded by light, deafened by radio waves, suffered the taste and smell loss due to raging sin

All there was left to experience this world was feeling, sensing the surroundings, alive to die

Spinning, rotating, wobbling, plummeting or ejecting away from atomic fission, chill, fusion.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a documentary “How Did The Universe Begin” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2JwpYeT_2yY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FoodChain - SABOTAGE OF SUBATOMIC PARTICLES & RANDOM FRAUD, TEN TO THE 82ND POWER, ENTROPIC DETERIORATION INTO CHAOS, 10 TO THE 82ND... #WhatItIs = om

6 9 9 8, BUCKLE UP!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 2, 2019

------------- the KEYS --------------

Doin’ a sit down with the origin of the universe, you know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout, a man of skill

Not laws and rules of your fathers and mothers tribes, it’s #FakeNews regulators of Free Will

When it’s the time in this space to exit the planet or to become dissolved in it’s stardust song

Dancin’ with the Space and not the Stars, dreamin’ with a trillion hits off of a DNAcid bong.

From Mercury to Pluto, the space between them is as immense as the atoms blown to heaven

Miracles, causes and effects, magical scree of spells that come out before the thing itself, Zen

Now, are you with me? I thought so, here we go so hold on tight, it’s a bumpy road’s free ride

Getting down to the bottom of the deductions and inductions, there’s reasons for ego pride.

Survival of the most fit to adapt to change and pending doom of a cosmic universal collapse

Advanced regression as an orbital wobble does, spinnin’ and speedin’ to the Zoom’s doom

Outer-space or in your hearts and souls, this and that are all one and the same, a pre-corpse

I’m droppin’ the mic now, because you know what I mean or you don’t, it’ll be hopeless soon.

Gratify your singularity on the way to the Event Horizon, there’s no turnin’ back at that point

Drilling into the dirt is a thing of the past, there is no dirt left on the ellipse, clean orbit joint

Just you, me and a trillion cells of DNA, never in constant change, all of me is invisible chit

In the end, nothing matters and if it did, we’d pretend it didn’t matter, you won’t believe It!

I got the 6998, nobody else knows about it, they couldn’t handle this truth, God danged fools

Add ‘em up 15 + 17 = 32, a quart of ounces, a fourth of a gallon, no other measured old souls

Compared to the deep end of the ocean, this essence is more or less the matrix of war battles

I want what you got and vice versa, I want to keep what I’ve got and pal, This means W A R!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, BLOWVEMBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EST

{ powered up listenin’ to a #TheoryOfEverything ready, set, BLOW! LINK on youTube @ https://youtu.be/mtBz1roiQR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CantStopAFreightTrain #YesICanYesICan #YouGottaBelieve #IfNotYouThenWhoWill?

TIED TONGUE, FATHER OF MINE?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 1, 2019

 -- click click boom --

Nice to be in paradise when you’re lost but if you know someone, it’s better to assimilate chit

Head down in your hands because you might think that it’s all over and you’ll pay for my sins

But you won’t, remember before your mother and father met? Oh well, just forget about it

Nothing matters in the long run, it’s a logical conclusion from the deduction of assumptions.

What in the name of God are you doin’ with your only life you’ll get in Time, not much eh?

It’s all your fault regardless if you’re an orphan or a well adjusted clergyman or statesman

Responsible for all of your actions once your zygote emerges from the holy tomb of mama

I speak in forked tongues only when necessary to disguise what I do, click, click boom, man.

Freaks and gypsies don’t think twice about takin’ your cash if it’s what you need lose, it’s fine

No holding back at the exits to the freeways, at the stop lights, with a homemade card cosign

Without a begging beggar, all you get is a homeless no count, jacked up hobo with punk pores

Getting a whiff of freedom and the notion that you pay for what you get, get what you pay for.

Groomed to deteriorate into the function of the living ghost on the west coast, mama’s fakers

Where it never rains in California, down south near the wave surf by the PCH, past breakers

Watchin’ this world breathe in and out, air and burgers, stayin’ alive for the #FakeNews to be

What can never be the Truth, what has never and will never happen, Lies of the gods’ skree.

It came and it’ll go, whether we like it or not, living die and dead do not round trip this fight

Tapped for a sad finale, you gotta admit you finally lose all of your liberty, at an absurd height

You can’t be free of mortal bones, all 208 of them will disintegrate sooner or later into fame

It’s OK though, made love, counted to 10, prayed to #FakeGods ‘cause dad gave me a name.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ raised this from the dead while listenin’ to @Everclear #EverythingIsWonderfulNow & #AMRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUfgAbFY4CA }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY ALL SAINTS DAY @PapaFrancis & the minions of my forefathers and foremothers ad infinitum! #EaglesRuleInFlight

A BIG ONE GOT AWAY, IT’S A CRIME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 1, 2019

--------------- FREEDOM AIN'T FREE -------------

If you think you’re gettin’ over then you just don’t get it, nobody gets over it, all, none

Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter, it’s gonna happen anyways, 5 in the cold morning

Maybe on the way to work or on vacation or maybe just in your sleep, before AM sun

For the sake and for the purpose of the species genome, we’re filled and bleed red blood.

It may be blue, runnin’ through the veins for mosquitoes to suck out life while still blue

Before it gets back to the heart to flow from head to toe, fed my mind and soul, but it’ll fly

Landed right here and now in front of the scales, to weigh my doubts casting spells to die

Friends, foes hit witches all alike, the same exact measure of west side, blind faith brew.

Gone way before the Time in Space was finished with God’s dam and animated toys n’ boys

Alive in caves, condos, tents, campers and high redwood trees, livin’ as high as a man can be

Inside the body and what’s left of the blown away wits, live like whales in the river, no can do

Run out of the room to swim up and downstream, sea to shining sea, pole to pole, let us go!

Wait! What? We’re already gone with the stars, stripes, bars, red, green, blue and pure white

As it is when you’re blinded by stars, staring into the sun’s bright burn, killin’ what don’t fight

Eating, absorbing and defecating the feces of faces, Adam’s, Eve’s matrix of ruby red road dirt

Full of the matter, made the energy squeeze into 208 bones, word a tie-died Dead Lot T-shirt.

Days gone, I’ve been gone quite a while and still hear the sounds of the Eagles Talon on prey

Grabbing and squeezing the breath back into the thin air above and below, rolled in the hay

Princes and paupers, boys and girls, all with the code of Acid, sunlight’s animation of gases

Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, CO2 kept us alive and caused the happy ending for the masses.

Ripped up the roads and paper trails, kept us alive for thousands of years, all up in gunsmoke

Fired up from hot, flame sparks, matches sulfur on hard strikers, friction’s never a funny joke

What made us all too human, fire for life and death, solar signals creating bytes and synapses

On the nature of the Word made Flesh, what’s already been said you know, a red heart seizes.

A big one came and went without me, it got away fast like a ship in the night, a diamond word

It was a title, beginning and end of the story, our story, every one of us, with or without a bird

White dove of paradise being the spirit of the Holy of Holies, where the choir sings the hymn

Mighty and weak, all here fine or in decline, the price is high enough to pay, all you got Slim!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of the heavens while listenin’ to #Golddust of Joe Walsh @Daryl's House Club jammin’ in the garage on youTube link @https://youtu.be/efB3aQkZS1g }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisTownAintGotNoHeart #ShakeDownStreet #JustGottaPokeAround *FOR THE EYES THAT SPOOK EASILY! DO NOT PASS AWAY!

STRANGE BUT, WHICH WITCH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 31, 2019

------------------midnight past----------------

Good, bad and ugly, we witches got it all, full throttle to the finish line, nowhere in sight

It’s a matter of form and when you discover the nature of babies, you will just wanna fight

With me or anyone in sight of your knuckles, fists and feet, miles from the ending, I move

On and off at my own will, free as it can be, assuming I am here at all, laughin’ my groove.

Punishment and reward for the things we do, good, bad and indifferent, I am what I am

What that is cannot be determined, it’s an indeterminate principle, bumpy road of the jam

Traffic moves inch by inch and I fall deep asleep before the dream ends, I live, I die, in L.A.

But why, accident or punishment for disobedience of a cosmic source, jezus, god or the RA.

I ain’t from Carolina or Mississippi but I’ve been down south to visit the folks incarcerated

Here and now with the crackers and the honkees on the block, on the farm, the livin’ dead

Nothing to do when you’re locked up for breakin’ laws of man and god as above, so below me

Jack rabbits dyin’ for my campfire, I eat the muscle off their T-bones, hey, freedom ain’t free.

Compare this magic of these words to the magic of the spells of witches’ and warlocks’ gods

What matters in the long and short run is that I’m alive, still above the ground, chewing cud

One on and off turning into two, three ad infinitum, population rollin’ along the marble slab

Earth, the planet, the dead star stuff, it will be alright when you die, chill out now, be a slob.

That witch in the house up the hill, where ghosts go in the daytime to hide from what I say

Battered women and downtrodden men, honkies, punks and gangsters, live a day & then die

No way to predict the nature of the beast or what exactly will happen now, bright light of day

Wake up, go back to sleep cowboys! Sky is high but so is your head so git ready to deep fry.

Crackers and honkies playin’ with lady luck like it’s their right to capture the swag, in the hay

Locked and loaded to put a round in my heart, stone dead to the rest of the DNA, what I say?

Beat me and I’ll beat you back, up and down until you don’t know your name, dead and gone

Hustled ladies and gentlemen and put their ghosts inside their 208 bones for the corn pone.

Busted loose from the matrix with the head witch and her minions, holy ghouls and goblins

I can’t confront that one trick pony, so strange in or out of the grave, live or dead mortal sins

Bobbin’ for apples, pinnin’ tails on the donkey, watchin’ the days pass like pills in a pill box

Every week emptied and refilled for the duration of the huffs and puffs I get, God, life rocks!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 31, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HOLOWEEN JAMZ on youTube #RunninWithTheDevil etc link @ https://youtu.be/HefrXSUMbEA & gettin’ ready to bake some DEAD TREATS for the ghouls link @ https://www.food.com/recipe/corn-pone-225175 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoHomeNow #Woke #STFU #InsuboordinateRedRocks

AYE, HOMEYS, YOU & A MF DAM *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 30, 2019

------------- WTF -------------

Can you say court martial, wild-ass kid warriors disobeying orders of 5 & dime commanders

Orders that are followed by the marching soldiers are fine, treason is afoot, whistleblowers

Can’t even whistle with their lips, they use their voice and mindless brain to yell to enemies

A man with a uniform is the same as a naked ape with a job, some hairy some bald, all spies.

If you’re born stupid because of your ma and pa, it’s not your fault but you’re still stupid y’all

Just because the act of conception made you come here to play in the past, present and future

It does not mean that you have a special circumstance for your spirit, like Buddha and Jesus

Please and thank you, be my ally or my enemy but you cannot be neutral, friend of foe of U.S.

Picking up pieces that were left to your grandparents, become a pariah, a-floppin’ on the deck

A farce and a ruse for the game of existence, rules not written but understood, what the heck

I mean, be a creator that caretakes the creation, do I need to advise the almighty gods’ group

Positively negative, an idiot and moron walked into a bar, big bad wolf stirs the cosmic soup.

Primary colors, red, blue, yellow will make the world you live in brighter than a dark farce

Most of the content of this universe is indeed, Nothing at all, planets and stars are scarce

Sisters and brothers ruling and following rules, breaking rules, rewarded and punished US

To be good or evil is all, One must be a good boy and girl, bad and evil live on a magic bus.

Stupid does not hurt but it should, it would force the extinction of the non-compliant DNA ilk

Leaving space and time for the Intelligentsia to enjoy with their caviar, cognac and white milk

Who in the expletive you think you are, who you REALLY are is #FakeNews, you’re wet mud

Random form-shape you see in a mirror is headed to inevitable extinction, naked apes’ blood.

Disgraced and abandoned, walking alone without a gang or crew, no family, just dead & gone

Happens when you exit the entrance for the clan’s presence on the black and red, dirty loam

Growth of seeds in the mud with the salt and freshwater fish, diving, becoming my meal time

Animated rocks and hard stars’ lava spinning on an evil genius’ axis’, chasing God to Rome.

by

r j j stephan, i * PICK-UP ring ring, #KeepDrivinPedalToTheFloor #WhiskeyTalkin’

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ ...dots connected, pretendin’ & listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout #TakeABulletForYou & #ItIsWhatItIS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }

FINIS

#SameOldSameOld #WTF #AdInfinitum #HeadAche #BrainFreeze @JJCale @AlexanderKing

ROCK PICKUP, MUSCLE ATROPHY *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 29, 2019

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Just you and me, right here and right now, pedal to the floor, we’re gonna get this down pat

Meaning is what we agree it is, that said, I will say this, I got the rock, I’ll carry it for a while

On the way to my first touchdown, I found nothing to be easy, it’s all a speedy fake I shat

Once or twice maybe thrice, I kept it real and told the Truth, I almost died takin’ a round in.

Troubled yes but able to get over it for the moments required for full attention and protection

One, two, three and on to infinity, there won’t be a day, not one revolution without me, boo!

Keep your friends close to your heart, enemies even closer, know it, whiskey’ll get y’all thru

Barriers to Ends we seek can be overcome, jumped, dug under, work around a mortal sinsin.

There’s trouble in paradise and I’ve got the rock still movin’ upside the mountain of aster Id

Fell in and out of the love that I needed to expel the lonely hearts tryin’ to attach to the orchid

Roses were red, white and blue in a whole bunch of wild scat, movin’ on movie screen silver

But the gold is where it’s all at, foundation of the warbucks and the #Papa regulations, the Id.

Now then, we’re in the same ballpark now, you and I playin’ by the same rules, blow and glow

No trouble to change the movement from North, South, West or back East, it’s an 8 mile high

Sounds like crazy talk is wild scat out of a holy vacuum black hole in a fake soul, go easy now

Friends, enemies, everybody else here and now, tasting the wasted God’s scat, hey #Pickup!

Full time wise men and wise women who know it all, I’m not talkin’ to you, read no further

Just me and the minions who have no idea what’s goin’ down here on Earth, wise guys to be

Fall in love not long after you begin to learn it’s a lonely place here with the discipline power

On being a woman or a humane man, battle-tested and compassionate hominid, hard to see!

There’s a few who know who they are and know that nobody knows who or where they all are

Among all of us, they will rise when the necessity arises, the gears are in neutral until triggers

Then and only then, probably shouldn’t say any more about it, imagine erasers, rollin’ papers

Empty matrix, all’s well, history’s real but deleted, atrophy causes extinction, fission Power.

by

r j j stephan, i *Header is @AtlasRockRollToCielo

c. TUESDAY @ 4:44 AM PST on ROCKTOBER 29TH, 2019 A.D.

{ *drafted while listenin’ to #Lifted Alexander King Chillout link @ https://youtu.be/33VUmE6zC4w ...got ‘lifted’ (actually, it was a piece of licorice 2 cents) at the WestSide #Woolworths Five & Dime in Chicago when I was about eight, became a cub scout and paper boy, athlete on the block, in alleys and formed the philosophy you’ll enjoy, or not, I don’t GAF! }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IWannaGoHome #OhIAmHomeAlready #Nevermind

MANTRA ULTRAVIOLET BLUES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

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If you would have seen what I saw, the first thing I saw when I came into this world, you’d die

Somebody put me on a freezing cold table after being in 100 degree liquid for days and days

There is magic in the veins of the dirty rocks that hold the silver and the gold, left over bang

From the Big One, it all went up in smoke, loudly and without any fanfare, nobody to hang!

Listened to the sensitive kinds of special people that I’ve run into now and then, all gave in

To the misunderstandings of my language, my responses to the logic and reason of Timing

I loved her from the first sight, every night until she gave me the final decree, my signing

Of the men and mice I’ve beaten in chess or caught in traps for vermin salads, in Sing Sing.

Eventually the whole shebang will come in collapsing on my head but not without protest

I will not go quietly into the night and ride off into the sunset, it’s not my thing to be a pest

But if that’s what it takes to get some important point across to someone who’s at the doors

Fine with me, just never want to waste my precious time, it’s all I’ve got, it’s mine not yours.

A last will and testament is fine for those who have possessions they think are valuable relics

For the friends and family left behind in the dust and dirt you used to cling to, bunch of dicks

Lost by being banned for the sake of the burned out minds inside of the editorial staff of dust

In one ear and out of the other, art and the arrows shot at the target fill my eye with red rust.

Once and for all, like the musketeers, one for all and all for one, that is the way it’s got to be

If not you or me then who will get this train on the track and keep it moving to the gas station

A place ending the story of beginning with an unknown, radical, twisted differential equation

Quantum mechanics and flawless formal logic get me right here and now, I’m your honeybee.

Sensitive kinds let you know and you’ll discover that is always the ticket to paradise, two toes

On the way to paradise, there’s a slippery slope from a like to a love, matters to here and now

You know and nobody else does, don’t say a word about it and it will remain homerun blows

Better be throwin’ strikes 95mph ‘cause there’s an ace pitcher in the bullpen with a holy cow.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi ROCKTOBER 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Eric Clapton & JJ Cale #TheProblem link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/RC9feonEx5A }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#IWishIWishIWish #WellThenWishesDoComeTrue

ON THE CORNER, ON THE BLOCK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

------------wish a MFer would come git it-------------

Loose from the schools of parents and preachers who got here a New York minute ago

Ruby shoes or combat boots all cover up the feet that carry the mother loads of star glow

How old you’ve got to be to learn the facts of life from the gypsy queens in the fairy tales

When the tail in the air waggin’ to and from like there’s no tomorrow, wind in our sales.

Jumped when my pops said jump, moved in a microsecond when the rank ordered the file

Train rolls on from the first track laid to the last track finale of lucid reality, panties in a pile

Down home, back in the hollar where the shine’s produced and quality checked by my posse

All the children I hung out in the ‘hood with, through high school got scared of war, we see?

I flew away to do what the Air Force does to someone who things that they’re out their minds

Cut your hair clean off your skull, forced you to be obedient or receive punishment, amends

Until the training is ingrained into the bones and brain, the personality goes dormant within

Actually being embedded into the new way of being, a mortal that responds to Orders, Ends.

Population of humans and rats, not to mention the rest of the DNA to fly, run and crawl out

Of the muck and mire that has the stench of fifty million years, no place in space no doubt

Out of Time that you never had in the first or last place, nowhere in between is where I am

It’s where I’ll always be where nobody can ever find me, walk right through me, now sram!

If you only had to fly, phuq, eat, drink and lay in a nest until you had to do it again, you’d be...

You’d be an eagle, a man can’t fly but all of the other activities I’ve mastered, therefore I am

An eagle, watching the animals that look like food, a quick snack for the babies and buzzards

Last call for alcohol, soul shine drinks from here on, smoked BBQ bones and bud of orchards.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. MONDAY ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ drafted while listenin’ to Allman Brothers Band #Soulshine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pDIQ7Otf1mw }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EAGLES & #ABC's #WaitOnNobody #CantWaitOnYou @AlexanderKing @Littlefoot @Traffic

PEARLS AND THE TROUBLE OF TAO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

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Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they’ll blow the lid off of the con job

TV, radio, printed word in every language, different truths for different readers ROM

Because what they remember of what they read is all they have to induce the deduction

Yielding a conclusion to believe because there’s proof that it’s true, a sugar daddy bum.

Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they lie like rugs on flat, chess board floors

Juice for the rest of the night past the 12:00 curfew, Jack and 7’s a bit past three thirty, I die

Then on to the quilts on the bed in the den, TV on without sound, rockin’ & rollin’ trap doors

Invitations to everyone alive, becoming the potential and leaving your dead shell, chill, lie.

Sparks to ignite the fuel upon the ground, above and below the skirts I got to hike for me

They all slipped away the next day or next week, next year, either way, they all come n’ go

Fussin’ and fightin’ until the last gasp in the craw, it’s je ne sais pas, merci beaucoups bro

Turn your back on us after we’ve worshipped the ground we walk on, struggle, climb, be.

Nothing is going to matter in the long run after you’ve checked out of your slot here in flow

Pleasant dreams to the blinded by the life light and the death haunt, bogey men midstream

Waiting on you to scream bloody murder, afraid of your shadow and nobody but a psycho

Hunting and fishing, eating the living and dumping recycled stench, ghetto water dream!

You saw it before I did, then it fades at the same rate, it’s gone for you but I can still oversee

Matter of the forms in the vision and memories of recollected happenings, trippin’ for free

Dignity of dogs and billionaire moguls, rogues being helped out of Hades, dream Word’s up

To the heart and soul of it, the happening of the nanometers and astronomical world cup.

Light broke through the crack in the world, I suddenly woke up and there was music playin’

All of the songs I like, the rhythm and blues, the jazz, the progressive and old school rockin’

Groovin’ on a Monday afternoon, in or out of my groove tube, every song springs up in tune

With the thoughts of perfection and wonderful pleasure to be here and now, leavin’ too soon.

You can only step into the same river once, impossible to step into the same river twice, see?

Sun rises in the east and sets in the west, days turn into nights and we’re all literally, the free

Souls and minds opened for the flow of the sun’s plasma, whine of the star nova, it had a fit

Upset minds and souls in despair, keys to the extinction of the species, rock, paper, that’s It.

Leaving town, leaving the territory and putting everything you know in the rear view mirror

That’s something that only the most fed-up ever experience, everyone else, stays in the corner

Fear and loathing of happiness and sadness that results from being conceived and born foal

Scorn for the ancestors and descendents who inherited blind faith from a white or black hole.

Psychotic reactions to being misunderstood by lovers n’ friends who won’t be homecomin’

Back to the place you’ve gone to for good or evil, it’s where the gravity made the soul fall in

Down the matrix’ vortex to spin the wind out of every atom within, anti-gravity’s singularity

Shapes of a genome, to be seen and touched, smelled, tasted and listened to, made it snappy!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM

{ DRAFTED while jammin’ to @Traffic #DearMisterFantasy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vxVlN-LzIks }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Repeat #AdInfinitum #DirtyWorkIsDone

BEATEN DIQUES & EXTINCTION *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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Square jaws cubed to the ninth power, a man hung around with the bats in the belfry

Chances are you’ll never see him but he’s always around somewhere, waitin’ for a cry

In the semblance of reality, a man in tights and a mask and a cape, beaten up thugs

Reality should set in eventually and the eyes that stayed for the encore, bugs on rugs.

Splendid dreams and mighty peculiar words spewing from the fountain of silly tricks

Magic words of the spell change every day, coded to avoid the thievery of the diques

Mountains to the seas, everything was underwater and underground, just a tiny tease

Out of nowhere to evolve from a cell to a prison cell, American, Russian or Chinese.

Menudo of the alphabet entering the number line, causing the unknown to flourish

From x to y to z, angles, triangles, squares and multi-sided empty forms, it’s all fresh

Been everywhere there is to be, all around from north to south, east to west, let’s roll

For the duration of the wobble, twirl and revolution around the holy soul of old Sol.

You may or may not be the man or woman you’re supposed to be but not in a black hole

In the end, it’s all smoke and mirrors to make life look like it’s more than a funny, bad joke

Funny or at least peculiar that the comedy and tragedy shift on whims, out of air control

Emergency and red alert for no reason, just because it’s a thing we do, we are the wild folk.

From Time immemorial to the present day, here and now the function is askew, not in synch

Like a needle scratchin’ out of the groove, you miss the words to the tune, skippin’ n’ loopin’

Happiness is all you’ll ever get, it’s what you hope for here on the planet, before after birthing

I see what you’re saying, I hear you, yo comprendo senorita, shots to the bullseye target link.

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r j j stephan, i *BATMAN

c. Sunday ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #AmericanWoman & HITS by Guess Who? link @ https://youtu.be/3r_qd2yxIsM & Led Zeppelin #RambleOn link @ https://youtu.be/GdiN0sW-wVU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ComeAndGetYourLove #PositedPosts #SlowRoll #BottleOfWineAndAGlass #SpillIt @WARtheBand

COWBOYS TO GIRLS, Y’ALL TOO?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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All alone in the middle of nowhere, orphaned without family, without friends, on Mars

I don’t mean maybe, I mean you’re actually all alone with no defense, just faster cars

To get to the end of the trip, the final chapter of your linear life, a monster is your soul

Keeping your 208 bones clickin’ and gettin’ the blame for events out of God’s control.

Plants and animals in the gas, the atmosphere of breath, of life on Earth or anywhere

Looking out your eyes and hearing inside your ears, tasting, smelling, touching hairs

Microscopic or macroscopic invisible to the tiny rods and cones under apelike pressure

What is real and what is fake is up to the eyes of the beholder and their professors’ fear.

Afraid that the Truth will set the slaves free from the masters, moves like Jagger’s bawls

One bright day you open up your eyes and see what’s been obvious to everyone but, y’alls

It’s not that your parents didn’t try to express their opinions, you got your program of god

Enshrined in the burned down, crumbled Parochial schools of the popes, here I’m hotrod.

Therefore, I’m here to watch my humble dreams become thin air, to change on/off, in & out

Lights, all electric transmissions cease and desist at my sign, MARK! Flame on, twist, shout

Protons on the thrust from outerspace’s burnt black holes and quasars, got sparks up my ass

Animated with or without you, only I matter in this matter, in this energy, in the matrix’ gas.

I can’t go on much longer without a kiss from your lips and a hug from your hairy legs & arms

Around the corner of the hood, where I hang with my gang’s white rabbit’s feet, lucky charms

Well, La Di Da, they told me when they were jealous of my prowess at humanities or athletics

Their wish from their inheritance of DNA was insufficient to be a cause of perfection, diques!

Don’t fret now youngsters and elders who won’t agree with self-pity of man-eaters, my gods

Tag along with your mind over the whole matter, look at the form, watch it disappear, poof!!

Perk up the water, boil it until it turns back to the gas above and below your jive, cat hot rods

Cream of the crops, homegrown underground, red and black dirt, El Dorado fools gold spoof.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #CowboysToGirls The Intruders on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PFbLzqFaykU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?