@DierksBentley #DrunkOnAPlane #ThereIsNoReturn #PointOfNoReturn #RightHere #RightNow #SolarEvent #SupernovaMe #CoverMe @BruceSpringsteen @ZZTop @Eurythmics @Keb'Mo' @EdgarAllenPoe

TIGHT FORCE, QUARK OF A 7th SON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 14, 2019

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Above or below the convents of the deep, dead fish nibbling at a mission to Mars’ sea urchins

Moving around the coasts, up, down, north to south, in perpetual retrograde’s One mortal sin

What happened and what is happening and what will happen later today or tomorrow’s blaze

It will be what will be on this evolutionary globule of universal particulars, a psychotic phase.

Mission of the gods is endangered by the justification of being a zero on the Timeline image

To the left is the nugatory and to the right is the positron of atomic electrons and a neutron

Pedal to the metal for you on the narrow way, make an analogy and find the only Truth here

Breathe in and out, the gas’ risky mixture of earthen H2o, UV light’s On us, I dropped a dime.

Here’s a woodpecker and here is an astronaut who fly in and out of deep, gravitational graves

What they see is exactly what you get, nothing more nor less than all there is, every One of Us

Amazed at 4 fingers pointing back to oneself when you point the index at the Void’s empty pi

Blown horns, beaten drums, plucked nylon string theories on point, melody’s chorus is high.

An argument for failure at exploring the unknown Void outside Earth’s blue bubble of Zip

Nothing here to see, don’t even try to radiate your brainwaves of UV and Infrared, Skippy

Peanut butter and sweat out of the body of knowledge, suckin’ the wisdom into jam’s jelly

Air, wind, fire, heat, dirt, Earth are the essence of Stars, all of them and we’re all One, RIP.

On a mission to Uranus between Saturn and Neptune, mankind found the origin of rocks

Blown Hollywood stars of talkies and movies, cosmic joker of walkin’ & talkin’ on the block

Love me not is what the picked petals of the sunflower said, loud and clear, All’s OMG error

What is, what was and what will be, the things that move, then think and evolve Ego mohair.

Plants, animals, rocks that roll from mountains into the deep blue sea, minus H2O, a potato

Appearance of the forms is deceiving once the substance elevates or devolves, essence of zero

Nothing outside of the things of atoms, stuff of molecular animation in the matrix’ of fossils

God-Dog mankind decided a Queen Bee is the sacrosanct stooge of divinity, science of shills.

I sit quietly and unknown on the sandy beach in the darkness of the night, other side of Mars

Spun out in doughnut shaped elliptical revolution from the Original flavor of a nutty whore

It’s all inside my ionic substance and the recollection of that which Was, Is Poe’s #Nevermore

On a mission, formed into a philosophy of exploding gas, needled sheeple tattoos’ blue scars.

Slit and severed by swords and knives of the braves, warriors feared no crunched plant dope

Changed their fear of death into the carelessness of full bravado, extinction or life’s fake hope

OMG #tricky dream when a body becomes dead & buried, mind’s eyes survive, GD holy fuss

Red or white giants in dark decay, I collide, I am a One, a #Google, I’m the 7th son of Chaos.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, FREEZEMBER 14TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in ignorance, being enlightened by #TheFutureOfSpaceExploration @ https://youtu.be/_i-zvbQ3p1g & listenin’ to #OldMan by #BestOfZZTop @ https://youtu.be/A3NHOVZe54Y }

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@MiraclesArePretendingMagicIsReal #DoYouBelieveInMagic? #PowerTrain @COLTRANE @TRAIN

NO MAGIC OVER HERE

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A WILL WILLED TO G-WILLY’s DNA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 13, 2019

--------- GOD'S UNMANNED TRUCKS DRIVIN' ON I-5 south ---------

Seen the places that I had to go from the TV screen and LIFE magazines of a high God’s 60’s

When bad men were making good men fight to keep the peace, incarcerated in freeze frames

A oneness from either a guitar, a horn, animals’ skins and the graves of their bones’ hole void

Hubble’s spherical horizon is the edge of an immortal anti-ecosystem of destroy and destruct.

Blown out & sucked in from a microscopic, alpha magnetic spectrometer lookin’ in the atom

Dark matter is God, that is why you reach a Void when you seek to find an Origin, pond scum

Here is the syllogistic defense of the indefensible, professors’ intelligence is ignorance’s hoax

Pretending to be wisdom’s knowledge, the light and sound mix a Void’s cosmic soup, I phixx.

God is Dog spelled backward for a reason right? You know and I know what it is, leap of faith

Do the best you can from a second in Time to seventy or a hundred, DNA’s acid of the wraith

Always here, now, has always been everywhere, always just up the creek by the dog pounds

Press off buttons, pull the chains, speak English in the Tower of Babel, release all my hounds.

Birth defects from the plants being smoked, the food being eaten, the fire water being drunk

Frogs disappeared from the habitat, up from the delta, junction 193 & riverflow off Hwy 49

So cook the 49er miners named it Cool, California because it catered to the miner’s gold ore

Found between basalt rocks and pebbles, it’s a God particle of the matrix’ grape, a fine wine.

At the right time in the right place, the midgets and the giants cast their votes on televisions

Vulnerable and impervious at one and the same time, the immortality is a #FakeNews dream

Given by cardinals, priests, popes and dictatorial human Order of the Void, black jack’s Sins

X marked the spot, we dug down to the core, found gold and buried it to save God’s gold bins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. VENDREDI, Freezember 13th, 2019 A.d. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted in a vacuum of full emptiness, all of the Nothing gathered in One place in Space, listenin’ to #ImNoAngel by Gregg Allman on loop link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

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#GearUpForUnforgetable #MoveOnUpToTheWestSide #FarSide #FarOut

WHAT SKY IS, IT CAN’T BE, IT AIN’T

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

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On a clear day, we can see for miles and on a foggy one, we can’t see in front of our One face

It doesn’t matter much in the long run, either you’re incinerated, lost at sea or ground buried

No matter which way it goes, bottom line is the Unknown suddenly becomes a known trace

Queens don’t wear knickers and the gist of the WAR is to swallow the queen, as she did me.

My spunk and the swallowing of the germs that die in the stomach acid, is all I have to show

For my existence since my conception and the following situation, step by step, inch by inch

It creeps right along as if I want it to be that way, I suggest rethinking the strategy approach

In the end, you and I will see the only way it can be, empty space with a microscopic suckin’.

It’s dope and it’s the way of the warrior who treads up and down the middle path, road of Pi

Where 3.14 is the god of the Earth, diameter and circumference of the rocky dirt of blue sky

Invalid arguments of syllogistic types seriously persuade the opposite of the kid’s filet gumbo

Big Burger Bob cuttin’ and fryin’ the cow flesh, BBQ or fried, it’s better than bein’ a Dumbo.

Simple minds in the simple men and women who run the shows of home to Congress’ wraith

Elected to not be any good at judging another branch of government, when they’re way OCC

Forces of gravity, centrifugal force and momentum all contribute to the love of a blind faith

Opened the door, lost my mind, that’s all she wrote, my spirit’s 40 Large, naughty all, the 33.

Burnt out adoption of the chosen ones who grace the land of giants long gone since 20,000

Before the century and before the millennia there was burning light from Space, froze blue ice

Across 93 million miles it shoots a stream of exploding quarks and charm, in our bull’s eyes

It’s this next thing, that nobody will go follow the judge or be dismissive once or maybe twice.

Interject the venom into the cytoplasm and watch the feed to the mitochondria's cytoplasm

Skin in the game or not, it’s a matter of Time and Space in the writing on stone’s smoke joints

Pictures with lines to recollect a story of score, passing, running-kicking it for extra pinpoints

Marvelous that I am what I am, didn’t mean to be that way, it’s merely an insane toe spasm.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a Polaroid shot at night with infrared film. Not.

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a #SuperFly Eric Burdon and War on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4nJ9I0dZ7Vo }

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WAR on Yo Mama & Daddy Don Don't Rock Or Roll

PETRIFIED IN CYTOPLASMW.W.A.R.D.?

IT’S SO FAR OVER MY HEAD, AFRAID IDGAF

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

-------------------- #LoveLiesAsleepInMyBed -------------------

One eye can see through the darkness with no light at all, a deep feeling & word from a bard

Getting over the emptiness of the gods Void everywhere around this mother Earth, it’s secret

Not for me to say and for certain, not for YOU to know, it’s hidden for a reason, It’s what’s set

You heard it all before, I’ve got nothing new because everything, all of it is age old Rock Hard.

Think and grow rich, don’t think and no doubt you die either in a war or gutter’s backstreets

Celebrate the giving and the taking as if nobody on Earth is Evil, when somebody is, lot’s full

Of men, mice, monkeys and the ape philosophy of life, spun out of darkness’ silly footnotes

Walking, running or just sitting quietly in the muck and mire, It is One and the same ol’ bull.

What’s left after the matriculation of the DNA absorption is not academic, it’s life’s two-faces

Watch what happens once you comprehend the meaning of frozen insight and a moon’s dots

This and that, if not you then who, manufactured jobbin’ us, passin’ time in holy Space places

Look up, down, over and out, in back and sideways, focus straight ahead, merry Xmas robots!

Nothing is silent in the night and everything is loud chaos in the light, you see what it is now

Dream within a theory of string, visible sound scratched into rock walls for minions’ to crown

The Truth eeks dots and lines on a clef for the treble and the bass to jump, blown out of reach

Melody and sweet undertow of the Sea of Love pullin’ me down fathoms, son of God’s breach.

A predictable, cyclical trip around this star called Sun/Son, epistemological merry Christmas

Without our spinnin’ and wobblin’ in revolutionary orbit, we’re dead and gone, agree so fast

You still want to be saved by a higher power than the measly bytes you control of mind’s body

Just wait, your chance is comin’ at any moment, a hundred years more or less, Time, eternity.

I admit you saved my life and I lived longer than many and maybe not as long as I desire, but

I want to thank you baby, you know who you are, you made it through this scat and scuttlebutt

Cool and hot from the first day we met, on the mountain full of snow, on a sled with old Santa

We were the deer who led the sled from barn to the moon, drunk on Tequila & Orange Fanta.

love,

ma & pa #MerryChristmas & #Happy2020NewYear #NoTeaForMaryOrJuan

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Twelve, Twelve, Twenty-Nineteen A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to WAR THE BAND #PlatinumJazz & Why I Do Not GAF youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9HfQl8KTYdI }

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#SomebodyHelpMe #DontYouWantSomebodyToLove #Wait #What? #'Mo #Fagen #RUNDMC ##MusicFactory

NOTES OF 208 BONES, ANGELINA-j

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 11, 2019

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Gotta jump to it when it’s time, everybody has no choice, when the world moves, so do you

I may be out of line but I’m always in control either ahead of the game or scoopin’ up behind

Followed both fools and wisemen from the poorhouse to the banks, all of them died, left it all

Nothing they could do but sweat & burn out their Time on the throne, pitched curve fastballs.

Down the center line over the base of home, on the corner, high or low undercover or outed

Put and take once the chess game begins, knight to bishop three, like it or not, it’s an opening

On the way to a fortunate trip to the checks of the mates of kings, rappin’ smack and dancing

Twist, twirl, head bob, shoulders shift, hips shake, legs bend and feet shuffle, beats shouted.

You don’t have to feel the music but you do, then you feel some chills up and down your spine

It makes your spine wiggle & bend back and forth, makes your voice blow out, lips smackin’

Squirrels get nuts and if we don’t, a bit frustrating, we movin’ again, lucky partner kinsman

It’s been fabulous, a proverbial, perpetual treat from the top shelf of the stash, scored in sin!

Who needs that music to play up and down the scales, the do, re, mi of the concerto or solo

Me, me, me and everybody else I ever play the beats to, dance like there’s no bass or tremolo

Awakened, conscious, everybody’s the Cause and Effect, an Unmoved Mover of things, Aha

Buttercup blue sky, booty fussin’ as if it’s out of control, in a nice deep state groove, Angelina!

I’m puttin’ on the Ritz for my inner audience of One, just because I can, just because I think

Therefore, I am and whatever that is, I’ll remain in that statue until the final re-exhaled stink

From the bowels of a haven for jockey gods, a broadcast command goes invisible, kinda blue

Points are connected but the form and shape are obscured and nobody knows what Ala knew.

All she wrote and sang with the muses who rhyme or don’t, depending on takin’ a chance cut

On the she-It cd, I worked so hard my fingers bled, bang-a-gong cymbal to some of the few

U2 have had the wonderful clear and present danger of being a star, took a chance, like New

There it is again, the music is beatin up the movement, GOT you, fool’s mate, check out a but!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 11TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1717 hours PST

{ JAMMED OUT OF THE MUSE and she into my conscious mitochondria immersed in the cytoplasm of divine love, surrounding the nucleus of every atom in my soul, makin #EverybodyDanceNow jammin’ to CCMusicFactory @ https://youtu.be/LaTGrV58wec }

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Rolling Stones #WildHorses Joe Satriani #ThePowerCosmic ...You'll sing a song & I'll sing a song! What Would Ayn Rand Do?

@WAR WITH YO’ MAMA’S DADDY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Perch over here right next to me on this spruce tree branch, I’m lookin in all the safe homes

If they move, I taste them for a moment and if the carcass is still there, I’ll eat all holy bones

My mission to Earth is accomplished whether the shabbat supernova begins next, oh my papa

Perfection and defect all in the identical cytoplasm surrounding DNA’s jellied mitochondria.

In my ritual I’ve scored from the gods who left some indecipherable writing on invisible walls

Nothing at all in the core of this cosmic display, other than a real Divinity’s empty great falls

From heaven above to the Earth below, it is as above, so below, as a man or woman once said

Battle for the minds and bodies until there’s nothing but Void left, astronomical, my hu-man.

A bird flies, men make flight possible without wings, men explode the dawn of a supernova

H bombs, A bombs, Neutron bombed out of existence, exploration in space suits in Voida

4.6 billion years ago, I ate a Milky Way, heavy elements condensed and my atoms fused me

Mass in the solar system is deep within’ the matrix, you gotta believe this, live and die free.

White dwarfs and black holes move the rhythm and rhyme into elliptical orbits around blocks

Squares and triangles are merely infinite lines connected from the beginning to the bitter end

Phased out like turnin’ off the light switch in a bright room of life, death is lights are out, eh?

All there is, all you’ve experienced, uncivilized history, down wit OPP, yeah you know me, K?

Poison clouds are not in our system but poison exists in all things, in and out formed geezers

Opening your mind to the plethora of unnamed emptiness and the water of life, H 2 & the O

Hydro-oxy is the verve that created the hosts of the egg for the replication of mouth breathers

Be The Problem, you’re the one that’s gonna die when it’s your time, now do it, see? My God!

I’m hungry so I gotta fly, I don’t like leftover carrion therefore I hunt the fresh kill movers

I eat their living cells that enhance my happiness and ability to fly and enjoy the groovers

That’s what I see lookin’ down at the action, they get in a groove and they remain there so

They’ll be able to GET HOME eventually once out of the constellations orbit, ecliptic blow.

Unknown or known are one and the same thing itself, it’s the human conception, it is the that

The integrity of immortality is a conceptual anomaly, analyze this scat and you get jack squat

It’s the only way to be at peace every day of life, wake up, eat, work, play, sleep, under the sun

Time’s index fingers of divinity’s stench point toward one another, gravity goes, we Come on!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 11TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Shockwave collapsed, listenin’ to serious galactic explanations of the nature of my beast, VY Canis Majoris, biggest star in the entire universe’s void, space/time Nothing escapes to this place @ https://youtu.be/smmNP8G69vc }

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One Headlight by The Wallflowers (Lyrics)

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Pineal Gland Third Eye⎪528Hz Miracle Tone

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ColderThanFrozen #PiecesOfCake @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #TowerOfPower #CrazyLogicRules

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GARBAGE DOCUMENTS ONLINE
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 10, 2019
****** thanks a BUSHEL & A PECK ******

It is a Michael Savage thing to write down and disseminate the Truth long before the sheeple

Ever know about an FBI report on the nature of the current beast, the man of little people

You have no cache, you are no longer a big deal, #DontMessWithMePillOhSee media stings

Now you know, on the stage and the star of the show, the latest THING itself, oh #MsThings.

Impact on planet Earth, a #TrumpDump for the day well before 4 AM every day, 24/7/365

Pinheads and the upper crust of wealth and philosophers of life and death, the high and low

Inside of the minds in the heads of the citizenry from Rome to Russia to the US, the gods fly

We the people, from Washington to New York and Jersey to the states of the desert, our sigh.

Recollection of our moms & pops, they told you right? You’re asleep in a surrealistic dream

It’s not your fault but it is now your responsibility to awaken from a dream’s outward stream

Your DNA’s code to open wide, keep your eyes wide open as the vision clears, below is a blow

Much worse than a bizarre world, survival required, eat the ones who have given up, now Go.

From the first steps at revolution from the mixture of chaos and order, the Oneness of brains

Not a mind which is the function of the brain, just the grey matter that moves a herd’s pains

Smacking of the lips which have disappeared from hammers and sickles that suck freemen

Liberty fought and died for is hunted by the Eaters of Destiny’s love, wanting DNA, see men?

Mississippi to Idaho and back from the bowels of the uttermost echelon of the pit of my boys

Bureaus of investigation, appointments from the public & parochial university of the blue sky

Inside jobs and the needs and wants to be in a group, for cold cash, all #IncomeBribery ploys

Under the table since the dawn of life, it is what the chemicals do, strive for survival, Oh my!

Outside of the matrix there is nothing, absolute void of things, no DNA or life, no atoms’ god

All of our kingsmen and queens checkmates are on alert, Red or Purple waves of cyber-dream

Flows from the get go but that origin is nowhere in plain sight, an abstract, syllogistic scheme

Eating and drinking and recycling your way, up mid-way of the path, y’all follow my hot rod!

In high gear now with special operations now in place, you have no choice but to be free y’all

How fortune has shined upon your lucky heads is immaterial, just say you drew a lucky ball

In the right place at the right time in Space and Time has everything to do with it, intent too

Where your mind goes, your intent causes those effects, you now know it all, it’s kinda #Blue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 10TH, 2019 A.D. @ 07:11 AM PST

{ as I listened to Tower of Saviors #TowerOfPower https://youtu.be/oAatPPEaZDA & my own choice of the daze of your life @ youTube link @ & https://youtu.be/I1L8LGq9kAQ }

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*4CorneredRoom @WARtheBand is #BlueOnBlack #ChristmasSongsOfCharlesMingus #MIlesDavis #SoWhatChief

 

YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE 

by 

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, 12/9/2019 

*memoryBlackHoleRightHereRightNow

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If you ask me, which you did not, there’s no reason why you can’t just play purple blues

That’s all a matter of Time and Space in consciousness’ display of sensation, high blows

Rational thought of the hairless apes above and below the Mason-Dixon random equator

Fattest spot of the planet Earth at this junction, where the squash is most terrible, whore.

Sharp swords thrust deeply into hearts n’ souls, deleted programs, bald heads of naked apes

Older they get the longer they think they know it all when they really don’t, they find Vapes

It’s as fine as an excited electron attempting to gain entry into the revolution of the H-atoms

Mixing very fine spirits with foreign substances, quarks of the herd, it’s begun, there it Ends.

Jacked up or down into a pitiful level of uncertainty in which you think you exist, you’re saps

But you think you do and that’s sufficient to accept a code of morality and ethics, inbred furs

Bad additions into locked jail, locked prison cells, the hoosegow of bamboo-shoot sharp traps

Mother and father left you in a basket of blankets at the front door of my home sweet homers.

Paragon of moral certitude, superman plan for a black hole full of minions, fallen ill of chaos

Adolescence through maturation, hard work and a knack for slapping the Good, a mush face

Success beyond extinction of the mind, in the head of boys on Earth, illusory UV blue tin box

Not funny like a clown with a sad face, unacceptable clowns with ugly-faced, a mean grimace.

Do not suppress my voice which mirrors the thought programmed by holy nuns and priests

Chicago catholicity in the middle of the city of bad smells, teachin’ A, B, C’s prayer to my me

As I appeared to be a worthy electron which avoided a merge with the cells of a windy city

As above, so below or so I’ve been told by some of the ones who cherished the Word, silly!

As I think about the cost of survival of the fittest, I dwell on the unknown future, FedEx her

On to the moon to build the place in space where acid DNA can survive a flat Earth boomer

Flipping flapjacks or minding the prisons full of those whom gods fire-bred to steal-kill some

We move, you and I, like there’s no tomorrow, do not hesitate, MOVE & don’t be an F-bomb!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed wit #TheClown by #CharlesMingus Mingus Charles via youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KESFYXQwCYA }

* FOUR-CORNERED-ROOM
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#FillibusterThis #MoronsBreedSpeciesExtinction #BeOneNow #BeMyBabyNow @WalkinOnTheSunTheMoonTheEarth #BeAStarIsBorn

SUR, SURF’S UP ON VENTURA HIGH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 8, 2019

-------------- #MultiplyTimesSixtyNIne ---------------

Itself a Thing since the origin of matter, inside a holy of holly, a black hole’s singularity denial

Over yonder, beyond a crest of the foothills, the sun’s rising above the stone blind mind’s eyes

Of the rat trap dreams locking in on your Time in this Space, the graves are gaping wide open

Awaiting the lazy bones of the spirits who come and go without a Word, a final gasp of ZaZen.

On the train, things move while you sit at One, at rest for the duration of the stay in Noway

From the octave above and below the scale, notes are blown, plucked or fiddle-sawed away

Eyes tightly shut out the ambient light of the burning ball of god’s danmed creatures got afar

It was the only alternative, there was no other free choice, no liberty to move like a rock star.

Amazing ennui on the surface to the center of the DNA cellular chaos, surviving a cosmic cool

To see clearly without eyes or the glasses that focus the light into the all seeing mind of a fool

Way up or way down from the center or surface of the sphere, called mama home, that’s all It

Not you or me but anyone you know or are related to, stupid love of strangers, aliens’ #FitBit.

My ride moves ‘round curves on the One or on the Ventura, in the light of day, I’m The Dark

Never was a virgin illusion of the Sapiens, I chose the middle path to find the Way off the Ark

Noah and Adam had families from the same pool of nonsense, passed #FakeHistory to the All

Sundial, watchin’ the #Watch, Time on a clock, paid #OT, time and 1/2, Ghettoized robocall!

Down the tracks where the brave fear to go, idle women walk around, there’s no today’s news

Hotshots with crazy ideas ‘bout how to get everything you want and need on bunches of blues

Strung together on a clothes line at a nudist colony of blind faith believers, a naked-ape doom

Mighty gas bubble, beautiful bones of a divinity’s shape, buried in Earth’s Big Sur sand dune!

by

r j j stephan, i #ReveleBlownIntoSmithereens #FeelTheBurn header is beautiful, #Dope!

c. Dimanche, December 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ #YouCantGetToMe #Bruises & HITS by Train U2ube @ https://youtu.be/lZjn7iMmsZI }

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