@BabyILoveYou #MyNeckIsRed & #MyCollarsBlue

LESS THAN MORE, LAST FOREVER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 9, 2019

------ #TakeYouForGranted ------

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I heart you and me for the Hades of it, there’s no rhyme or reason for a super bee sting skree

We drove the driver out of his mind, he was all over the road, lucky we made it to apple NYC

Goin’ over the Jersey side is one thing but gettin’ close to the #Philly side, the river is all wet

It’s dry in Jersey though, can’t get a drop of liquor in the joints on Sunday, drunk, thirsty pet.

Hearts and souls all in for the ride, strapped, ready to roll down the road, neverland paradise

Wait and see if this sailing is all it’s cracked up to be, I’ve been flyin’ and rollin’ two of my die

Dice and die, two or one, never three for a #BunkoSix, it ain’t my fault you’re sad in the Styx

Away from where you’re going, down here by the river by me, Northwind will blow you a fix.

Without a soul you can go but you’ve got to have a heart, not just to beat but to feel the love

From inside and outside of this slippery slope of a conscious awareness, it’ll all end this way

Like an electric lightbulb in the middle of the #Darkness where blind men fear to tread to me

Ice cold and boiling hot, the nature of the star’s evolved matter, your DNA, our genome glove.

Appearances of the existence of an immortal angel, devil, god or Oneness sitting as Buddha

On the bottom of the coccyx tail bone, meeting the ground of stardirt, swept gold, Ma & Pa

I wanted to know, y’all didn’t care, now I know, it’s all been said and done, we are through

Nothing is everything and that will be True forever, that will never be False, you wanna sue?

Hold on tight because it’s gonna be a very bumpy road and if you’re ready to rock, 1, 2, 3 go

It’s the color of my world, deep blue and cosmic purple on the way to crimson infrared, #JLo

Why, how, when, where are all fine beginnings but now it’s time for the #Ends, I promised

Sometimes kids get murdered, other times The Man calls your patriotism to die, out-bled.

Just tools for the #Ends and that’s why the rats snitch and murder one another, it’s the #End

Takes such a long time to get from being a little kid and on to the lendin’, earnin’, #Cashin’

Gold or green, bling bling or just pretty river rocks, mountain stones and pebbles of stardirt

What’s left after all of this jive moves on downwind, downriver from me, myself and I, #$hit!

by

r j j stephan, i #BEATthis

c. BLOVEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EDT

{ drafted jam to Everlast wink with #Devadip Carlos Santana for #sinners still dreamin’ with #LightsOut, deep space link @ https://youtu.be/AXLAT9nbQgI?list=RD0szqyWvPNKY }

 #HappinessIsAMapThatSitsOnHerDoorway #ThisAintOver @3AM

 #DoNotLieToMeToday

W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesAintTrippin' #WheresTheCocksAndTails ? @CocktailsForAll #WhereDoYouGetOff ?

UP AND DOWN, WALKIN’ THE DOG*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 8, 2019

----=== #WTFdoYOUthinkYouAre ===----

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Pertaining to nothing, there is a black hole over here underneath a dead head cracked skull

I don’t know what or why or when or how or who for that matter, naught here is known at all

Features of the creatures left here by exhaust fumes of a Big Bang or two, it’s in the red blood

Atomic washers and dryers full of excreted liquid, solid and gas of your OMa & OPop’s hood.

One day and one night under the covers of being alive, a dream deep in another dream of RA

Sun, moon, planets including the Earth, smokin’ volcanoes and cigars here and now, OORAH

Up in cracked up holes, smoke rises up from the burnt star’s sediment, gold dust of my mama

Reading tomes for recorded power of the mind, there’s nothing but dead air, Grateful Deadly.

Texas to California, Washington, Montana, Mississippi and Illinois, repeat ad infinitum, son

#Woke and #Asleep tightly in the goose down silk comfort, no bugs in my rugs, just mi mi mi

Songs created from the chords of the A’s B’s C’s D’s E’s F’s & G’s, rock, jazz, blue classic mold

All in, Ukraine to the blues of Memphis, Tennessee, cornfields of Iowa, California stated gold.

We have moved, we’ve been animated by the bangs of the Bigs, the ones who dunk the rocks

In and out of the baskets go the balls for no reason other than to count points by live deadline

Game is over at the sound of the gun, the buzzer, bells ring and days end, black light’s so fine

All may be bright or dim but the light is all there is, star-suns blink on supernova gamecocks!

What I am and what I ain’t are One and the same thing, nothing at all, deep into a DNA hater

Where the acid thinks for itself with or without you and I, none of us is needed, we be fodder

For the Cosmic Cake being baked in the black holes of our ancestors’ origin, guitar and drums

Played classic pieces from eons of pounding on animal skin, blowin’ air into west coast bums.

Bringin’ it all on home now, there’s War and there’s Peace, we don’t choose but ‘who’ do ‘G’?

Not you or anyone you know, not me either but I do know who is at the bottom of the #Trip

Beauty and the Beast, we’ve come far from the packs of Lucky Strikes and Camels, all for me

Punk I was, they called me that on the asphalt jungle dead-end street I left, disappeared see?

With or without my dog put to sleep, I am still the Man with God’s gift, an inherited black sea

Spun, wobbled, turned around in an infinite circle of spins and revolutions in Space’s Time in

No time outs left in the bag, everything is broken into shattered shards of nuclear fusion tea

Hot water, cold stones and that is all she wrote yoyo, go ahead and jump for your love, a Sin.

BY

R J J STEPHAN, I

c. FRIDAY, B L O V E M B E R the 8TH, 2019 A.D.

{ jammed out of a SouthJersey.com { Maple Shade, New Jersey } crawl space while listenin’ to the #Beats of Grateful Dead 1987 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Psychedelics & Philosophy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vGhMdhdDIlM }

* Header reflecting Duncan Yo-Yo #Imperial & #Butterfly fanaticism!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GratefulDead #NowhereToHideToday

ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME? I JUST DIED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

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In a movie or #IRL matters about as much as water freezing or boiling, dense matter-mind

Looking into the middle of the recollection of sensory perception from birth to death, caput

It’s over when it’s over, what you see is what you got, this here and that there, dad knows it

Mama made me in fear of my life from the long arms of the law, police, sheriff and the pope!

I told the gods I was heartily sorry for having offended the nature of the beasts, all too human

Harder than it ever had to be, first things first, birth, time travel, death, recycle, do it again

Why though? Just a question, if it’s not too much trouble to ask and answer, don’t walk away

Stay right here and give it your best shot, reason for being alive here & now, why, why, why?

Start at the get-go when your eyes first become wide open with the nature of the Truth, death

Your friends and relatives leave before you but you gotta go too, wicked, good, weak or strong

Pertaining to feelings surrounding this Live-Evil, your personal, conscious awareness’ breath

On the nature of cosmic Evolution, Plato & Aristotle didn’t comprehend Socrates’ scree-song.

On one hand, there’s Forms and on the other there’s Substance, now go on, have a good day

Epic drama right there before our very eyes, blinded by light from a neutron star, Milky Way

This ain’t China or Iceland or Mazatlan, but at least you can drink the water without choking

Elements of mud, blood and beer hops from the millennia, drinkin’ my Mind’s wide opening.

Only the survivors grieve after they have calmed their own fears and concerns, no duodenum

You didn’t need it and I didn’t want it, nobody can squat where I squat, I own the Space-dirt

Come inside of my space at your own risk, you may either disintegrate or dissolve into scum

Like shower water goin’ down the drain, Truth is man, a west-coast explosion of a GD #Bum!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eric Burdon and War #HomeCookin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CCVBegbvp24 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FromAlphaToRomeo #HereArtThou @VOID @WARtheBand #NakedApesLeftEarthAlone

BLACKER THAN INFRARED WAVES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

---------------- #GitOuttaHere ---------------

Peek behind the screen which hides the masks of the intelligentsia, children of homelessness

Parents of free people who practiced free speech for hundreds of years now must be silenced

In the enculturation and education of the innocent lambs, the secret must be a preserved kiss

Trading commodities on the market and made millions of dollars but couldn’t trade the gist.

Meaning at the bottom line, nobody knows anything, some swallowed a blind faith’s stipend

Immortal geist, avoidance of being the corpse of our future, mouths agape, eyes wide opened

Between the things and the thing itself, the matter and the form, there’s a Plato and Aristotle

From Berkeley to Seattle, you can seek but not find the Truth, the Ends of the Id, Jack bottle.

Pertaining to a day you die, yes you not me or anyone else, Y.O.U. neuter gendered homo sap

It ain’t my fault that you’re distraught and the meaning of WORDs is a theoretical ape escape

From the nature of Being to the nature of being a human or any plant or other animal into us

Every single set of cells from One to infinity is infused with the verve of this anomaly of fuss.

DNA or particulate matter on the #EventHorizon must disintegrate into a seer’s Void of Id

What it is, what that is, you and I will know once it appears to conscious awareness’ gas acid

Discovery either underground or on the public stage means the case is open and shut tight

Hiding whatever needs to be unknown to the masses, children of the gods and lords of fly.

Innards further than your heart and soul and outer space further than the Singularity’s face

Moves into the Unmoved Mover, unseen killing yet dead nevertheless, who you are in space

Threatening your contentment with #FactsOfLife, myopic, inherited parental enculturation

Rock your world now or a second after your final gasp of gas, bright smile, it’s over, no Sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7th, 2019 A.D.

{ generated from a #ColdStart with Eric Burdon and War WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RBQXJ3I5xGA}

W.W.A.R.D.?

Outlaw Shit (feat. Waylon Jennings & Yelawolf)

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhateverItTakes #ItTakesAllOfIt #BullFrogsCallinMe #FromKokomoToKalamazoo

YOUR DAUGHTERS, NEW MOTHERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, November 5, 2019

-------------------- #OnTheRiverRoadAtNight ----------

Beautiful just like their grandmothers, those DNA blueblood blue jeans will wait just a byte

Thinking that you know everything when you’re a little boy and then you turn thirteen too

Looking around as the priests and holy preachers chased us out of the GIRLS’ sacred rooms

Where brave men fear to go with or without backpacks, it’s the lids and attitudes, all ‘bout it.

On the bayou or in the tundra, anywhere on any of the seven continents, the DNA bleeds out

Literally, all of this has come from nothing but an accidental collision of molecular ions about

Due to a massive explosion due to gravitational collapse, here’s the signal, reproduce paper

What animates the notions and the dirt and rocks, all of it from ground up to a sky scraper?

Invisible soul, invisible god, like an idea or a notion which has no physical, atomic outback

Being in deep matter without being able to exist without it, eating it or standing on all of it

Nowhere else to go and nothing else to do other than keep breathing and seeking the script

End games may end happy or not, depends on WHO wills the climax, cuz she’s got the Jack!

Fathers of the daughters wonder if the boys and men will court the teeny boppers, but alas

Time comes and the boys come to ask for the pleasure of touching your child’s face and hair

For the love of all that’s good and evil, through the grapevine we go until the wine cup flows

With the squeezing of the grapes on the bush, alcohol has improved the the life that blows.

Walkin’ or runnin’ from the first to the last minute every day will keep you kickin’ in the barn

If you sit down and rest too long, muscles will atrophy and bring you pain and a misery yarn

Thinking and being what animals are, moving from somewhere out of nowhere and back to it

A herd mentality or an individual choice are one and the same, all for the good of hers, hit!

Loud and clear even to the deaf and dumb, challenged due to a lack of ESP sense perception

You and I know, we all know, this seems clear, we are here and now, can’t stay for the punch

Sooner or later, like a fly on the wall or a bug on a rug, it’s going to end well, or not so much

Makin’ the sign of the Iron Cross on my head, my heart and wings, I forgive me for my sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. TUESDAY, BLOVEMBER 5th 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to a slew of jams on youTube Creedence Clearwater Revival #SuzyQ & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/6l3owsZJRAs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

BEST SCENE FROM "FRITZ THE CAT"

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ProtectTheSun #SonnyBoyRocks #ripPOPS #AlbertRichardStephan

MY HONOR TO HAVE SERVED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 4, 2019

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Don’t look for me online, I ain’t there, I’ve gone far from your pens and cursors & ‘69 hotrods

Let me remind you of the consequences of sending boys to high school then off to kill the Evil

Invaded a land of other men and women and killed them in the rice patties and a jungle devil

They were shooting and killing us just because we showed ‘em with #FirePower to kill gods!

Odds are you know nothing about the thing at hand, either you’re already dead and gone, kid

You may be recently educated by the #NewMath and #NewHistory of civilization, I’m stupid

Theme song for the Time and Space right here and now is coming from the heart, ball to play

Showered with #AgentOrange to kill the jungle foliage and the young men and women DNA.

Saw the trees, slice them into 2x4’s and toothpicks to make human life, more Eco-friendly me

As above, so below, nothing around Earth’s space but emptiness and zero gravity, yet we see

What it is exactly, atoms, molecules, water, elements of minerals, gods’ essence, I’m skeptical

Thank Ferenc Pápa and the chosen ones in the #GlassBeadGame, this is no game? Oh well.

It’s the matter of the energy, it’s Mass of the things themselves, effects of mama’s First Cause

Immortal Being yet unseen and still everywhere, invisible to humanity’s eyes, It’s a Big Boss

Thinking and contemplating was never meant to be a human adaptive feature of evolution

It’s an aberration of the survival pattern, the keys to the Way inside the door of perception.

Attention! Forward March! Halt 1, 2! Boots banged into combat, grounded in original sins

You blame innocent babies and pass it on from gene to generation, sins of my mothers’ kids

Desire to discover the meaning of Life and life in general isn’t an adaptive behavior, no no no

It’s a defective gene which has keys to human DNA extinction, obliteration of stardirt, a blow!

Centuries and millennia have come and gone, possible that there will be more before collapse

It’s not my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, we all gotta go in the end, never forget the corpse

It will remain in the box or in the urn or scattered into the molecular essence, sprinkled gods

Original gangsters and existence on stardust is what we have, #WhatsLoveGotToDoWithIt?

by

r j j stephan, i #USAFEatinSaltyPeanutsOutTheCanSince1971

c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 4TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:09 AM PST

{ DRAFTED in perpetuity, I’m kiddin’, it’s not infinite but it’s what’s left from the banquet & listenin’ to The Original WAR Band on youTube #CiscoKid & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/iu_YVswb3p4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyMama? Nope, #YoMama! #LifeIsInAJarAfterall

CATCH AND RELEASE, NOWAY, ‘G’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, November 3, 2019

Lookin’ deep into the lookin’ glass and see what’s left of your self, what nobody taught USians

Freedom is NEVER free, the Evil alive wants it and you to be immersed in a mire, mud flood

From their ancestors and the minions who followed them on the road to extinction of Sapiens

Shreds of the words, meanings of grunts of cavemen, on cave walls writ with sticks and blood.

Of the hunting for the animals to BBQ on the #Fire and eat with your clan, a family of drones

This is really #FarOut man, this can’t be true or we’d already know about it, we’d all be bones

208 of them from head to toes, bound by muscles and an elastic skin bag, hold guts real tight

You only have a hundred years more or less to drift through space with a Black Hole in sight.

Start here and now and get there and then eventually, you don’t have to fret about it, chillax

When you find your imagination wandering outside the realm of your family’s caring tracks

Y’all on your own, you’ve got no backup and you’ve got no factor of ten, you can’t drop a dime

Workin’, movin’ 208 bones to cooperate and not demolish the #Cell before it’s #Tweet Time.

Drifting starstuff moving at times and at rest at times, the Way is down the middle road of Id

Between the ego and superego the homies and the blood, they ain’t stoppin’ until a bitter end

We’ll communicate what’s goin’ on right in front of their eyes, our eyes, my eyes, your eyes

No heroes on the battlefield of a super Nova black hole of Mother Nature, #GitReady, IT dies!

by

r j j stephan, i #CatchAndRelease

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ freaked my mama’s ghost out this AM when this came out of the #MuseOMine; drafted listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JUxaYO1lSHk }

W.W.A.R.D.?