#OneElevenTwentyTwenty 1-11-2020 #NotEveryPictureTellsAStory

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ON BEING PLATO? I EAR YOU, POPS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 11, 2020

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This is the way it is, son, I know what I know and NOBODY knows more than I do, it’s pizazz

What I’ve got is a conscious thrust of the spur, deep into the ribs and a swift kicks in the ass

Broken souls and hearts mended in the alleys and backwoods of the Tundra, TNT holy sheets

With or without the blankets and the heater dog’s hot paws and belly full of sugar baby beets.

Utter desolation into the cloud 9 of the mercy and charity of the smiling fools of rolled Stones

Where round balls move around a table into holes, cue balls shot in a hall of forgotten bones

Why mothers conceived, why sisters and brothers killed one another, for the golden overkill

When you find out let me know, just get out alive, wipe away your tears, so be mad and chill.

Here’s the crossroads of love, here’s the signs that will signal the Way of the Warrior’s girls

Behind us in the safe place where angels fear to go, the daylight lasts a while & then it twirls

Madness and sanity without a place in space after the supernova First Cause returns to Mash

Dusted in cosmic menudo, peppered with unanswered ‘whys’ & ‘whos’ for the #Green stacks.

It doesn’t hurt much when you’re cut and bleeding to death, the heart ain’t pumpin’ the Air

Need the liquid iron and divine mix of instant Oneness and evolutionary Many full of Fear

Drawing the daily grind out of the deck of 52, rollin’ the bones for the snake’s eyes reward

It’s all in the wine, in the squeeze of the grapes, accidents are impossible, I will what it is!

You won’t know it until you believe it, hook, line and sinker, that is the Way, Mercy, Love is

There is no other way than the Void, it’s here now, a fronting of your microscopic brass balls

Super Ego in charge of the whole shebang, it ain’t my fault that it’s only this way, all my calls

Ignorance may be the way to handle Socratic ‘Truth,’ so be happy, Plato, just forget about it!

Begin the alpha of an original bang of star stuff with a forgotten memory never, never-landed

Because at the beginning before there was light, it was Darkness as it is now and will be then

When the lonesome road leads to the dust of the casket or urn, problems all solved, all’s dead

Space between your ears is where it All happens, how it All is, life’s here now, I got it, #Zazen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday 1-11-2020 @ 6:66 AM PST

{ #SKOAL Bled out of the corpuscles and capillaries as the Northern Hemisphere bathed in the darkness of #CosmicMenudo & Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in an infinite loop with thrown kisses little darlin’ bonus link @ https://youtu.be/adt5pPzTSVQ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotEnoughYet #GetMoreThanYouThoughtYouCouldHandle #GetDown #WARtheBand #911 #DoIDoWhatYouDo @StevieWonder @AliciaKeyes

TRAILERS AT THE ORIGINS OF ILK*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 10, 2020

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When it comes and goes, you’ll know because it’s what you feel, not all your fake azz-jazz jive

A miracle that the road to heaven led to my front door in the middle of gale & thunderstorms

I was what I was and it’s not what you think, not apparent to the naked eyes of earthworms

DNA moves where it moves without a thought about me or you, nobody gets outta this alive!

No need or desire to make a comeback to where you never wanted to be, who wants to be sick

Yet here’s a tragedy in the middle of the comedy, you know it and I know it, this just has to be

Truth is everything is everything and it’s all right, no problems other than the last gasp of air

Bless my po’ heart, dead animal skins’ souls, wooden plastic sticks, golden drummer symbols.

Inventing everything that you don’t know out of Nothing but the inherited chicken scratch art

On the cave walls, out of the light of the day where everything disappears into the dusted part

Milky Way or just a Snickers or Three musketeers bar, to rot your sweet teeth to the core fate

Pulled away from the jaws of your early expiration, on the beach under palm trees and dates.

Always the faith in the unknown to satisfy all of the atheists and theists, thirsty and hungrier

Than the mothers and fathers who came before all of us who are here and now, pretombstone

Everybody may not have a stone, possibly at the worst, buried under Earthquake’s headstone

Ready, willing, able to be handicapped, given a micro-edge over the most prolific star’s scorer.

You can either bet your life on it or put your cash where your unshut trap is, no sky’s the limit

Space of infinity or microscopic invisibility, either way the matter and form becomes this, It

What it is, good, bad or ugly, possibly attractive to the need to squeeze a fake form of orgasm

Out or in of a moment of distribution of the atomic electronics, a case of divine mesmerism.

Boys and girls, settle down now kids, no need to call the Man or a mom you don’t know, Joe

Just immerse in free flowing rivers north or south of the equator, then go with the force flow

To the end of a place in space where it all goes in the end, oblivion it’s always been, hero flaw

What it was to be Man is the same as being a dead man, trailer begins, hot Jump Street draw!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is CAS at the tip top of the Seattle Space Needle in 2019 A.D. back from PrincessCruise to #Alaska ... OMG, she travels like a pro! <3 span=""> xoxo darlin’ <3 span=""> !

c. Friday, January 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Naturally cued and blasted while listenin’ to the PoynterSisters #JUMP - from the #SpaceNeedle? - on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyTVyCp7xrw }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SheDidntWriteMurder #SheWroteRedrum #Redrum #Redrum #Redrum #TheShining #CloudNineFine

RED-RUM ROAD, THAT’S HOW IT IS

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, January 9, 2020

- #GodOfDebris #LateHeavyBombardment #HotJupiters #GreatCaesarsGhost #NeptuneNeonMoon

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Wind, Earth and the Fire of the revolutionary friction and mortifying immortality of the sons

Gift from an inevitable Big Bang of matter to cause the energy used by nuclear colored skins

Lost electrons, neutrons and protons in the Void of the twilight zone’s polypeptide sequence

Still and at One goes an unmoved mover of everything, substance of the thing itself, essence.

I know nothing more than the professors and teachers taught, except everything on the web

Internet unknown to the fake fathers, priests of the blind faith, Chicago boys in an ocean ebb

Nothing but a great lake with holy water where you get dropped into the middle, cesspool jive

Uncle of my brother and sisters yet not mine, he’s lucky he remains a memory in the archive.

Wristwatch and the sundial keeps the shadow moving, darkness animated, in and out the sea

The Light is the main ingredient of the Thing we see and do, living for what it’s worth, Ashy t

Least of mankind’s worries on the planet and after death, yet all curious minds want to know

Kinfolk claim the deal is, Who the landlord is, whatever It is, it’s a UFO of Time’s Space, Bro

Dig, beatniks mothers and fathers, hippies grandchildren and the foreigners of a deep state

Unknown sons of bitc#es and daughters of bast@rds, on the take, all made men and women

Smokin’ savages when it comes right down to it, if you don’t slam on the brakes, you’ll crash

Metal to metal, faced loud bangs of steel ramming steel, roaming the herd, as an alpha male.

Weeds in the backyard and under the stairs that go down to the basement cellar, killin’ ‘em

Woke up in the News on TV, not knowing it was a setup from the get go, I’s a wanted man

Sons of bitc#es who evolved out of the petrie dish, Jennyfromtheblog, I mean #TheBlock

Known Acid of the cells, in the wishing wells of the living things that are plants and anima

Under debris of collapsed @HardRockNewOrleans, trapped under tons of Hard Rock signs

Anarchy is the least of humanity’s worries, look and listen for a silent coup d’etat, man sings

You can’t play me unless you know and like to lose to a red, hotrod in a 1/4 mile faked surge

You might be right or wrong but you’ve got to admit it’s as easy as pie, get down & y’all purge.

I want you to know little girl, grand daughter of the matrix, your 208 bones will be way gone

Soon enough from my broken hearts and soul searches for the cherished, a queen’s red pawn

Regardless of the path you tread with your heavy light loads, not a friend or enemy walkabout

Adam’s Eve cherished this, all too human, divine tragedy, subatomic comedy relief, no doubt!

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r j j stephan, i * #Murder spelled backward is #Redrum, re: #TheShining, #HeresJohnny }

c. Jeudi 9 janvier 2020 après-midi à 5 h 55, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted jammin’ to a #TimeSpaceKillerHit, mighty Marvin Gaye’s #WhatsGoinOn https://youtu.be/r6jKE6YIxmc #IWantYou #mixedRemix youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yB3zkOqc6nI & Donny Hathaway #EverythingIsEverything link @ https://youtu.be/oUNz3A1cVus }

#BurnedBushFlameout

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@MarvinGaye @MariahCarey @BobSeger #OnBeingMississippiRollers #KissMyAintThatSomething #WTF #OVER ?

 GOD’S DAM? MY KAYAK FREEFALL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 8, 2020

------------------ #DayAfterDay #NightAfterNight ------------------

All we know, Money's the only thing, Everything’s a Fire Sale, Main Street serendipitous lies

Known Truth is another form of the same nonsense extrapolated from abandoned, dark skies

Where the stupid DNA gene has proliferated due to the attraction of being All to human void

Marked by an ‘X’ on the ground of being, a Space place to stick the spade’s holy crosshair kid.

One left to bury the Many deeper in the far end of the cesspool, a magical mama’s wasted ilk

Thing itself thinks about it all, essence and form of the animated and grounded worms’ silk

Soft and smooth to erase, to forget, to disintegrate, to absolve the creation from wrong right

Politically corrected and full of the fear of confrontation with the One who will get in It tight.

Mind matter doesn’t exist, there’s nothing with a mind in the matter, therefore, we’re all of It

How do I know? I know nothing and therefore it follows that Nothing exists, least in my shyt

Offended by ghettos and dispatched white trash dumps, where plastic paper forms a Divinity

Easy to crucify or burn on a funeral pyre, nothing is all of it, a mix of recollected serendipity.

No? I didn’t either but I had to ask because the paradigm case is Everything is Everything, yo

Not a smidgen of the Truth left over from first cavemen or woodsmen, all snorted bits of blow

IN and OUT of 208 bones with or without a diaper, catching shyt in holy places, a royal flush

Once or twice, with starry eyes searching for room to retire on fire, a holy, happy smoke push.

The bet is all in for the share of the booty, won without work just dumb luck, security’s fool

Walkin’ away with a load of cache, the ones who want to take it out of your hands, be a tool

Runnin’ ‘Dozens’ on the ghetto rats and cyber-world of neighborhood trolls, it’s tantamount

Use the tool of shame, to facilitate the souls trip from living Evil to be raw meat’s BBQ Hunt!

Metaphysical business ethics merge into the essence of the Singularity, nothing is the matter

When that fact has been metabolized, it is always too late to be satisfied with that status quo

God’s dog-consciousness from utter ignorance, drunken altered consciousness, swung batter

I captured the wood, ball slid into my bat grain’s sweet spot, a supernova hit, the heavy blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday January 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted All Alone, doin’ the #FandangoTango & listenin’ to Bob Seger “Lightening & Thunder Bear” & #ILikeThatOldTimeRockAndRoll #AutumnClosingIn on the #NightMoves & ‘Greatest Hits’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mv-3kdrQe0k}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MississippiRoll #WhereISpentMy19YearOnEarth #BiloxiBlues

SYMBIOTIC PLAY FOR KEEPS, GA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 7, 2020

-----  #MississippiRoll -----

Nobody will believe that you’ve gone rogue and have drafted a cyber-psycho team of #Man

Not only are you the original One, you are the only One, just a matter and energy formation

Macrobiological magic and microbiological jingo walkin’ upon the plane, existing in a brat

On being a Neanderthal DNA code presented from cave walls of camel, Adam and Eve scat.

Sutured up the cuts and slashes once the healing is underway, scars and tattoos all disappear

As if there were never a slice of pain, here and now or before this Time in Space, never, ever

Not a chance in the bottom of Hades that exists in the minds of the tragic scared cats of hehl

In or out of the dream territory, asleep in the day or the night, thinkin’ twice then rang a bell.

You and I have no choice, nothing is free including the choices we make, our hands are forced

By the powers that be either random force or directed will of Powers-That-Be, amore It loved

To be or not to be was never any question for the divinity above and below, always To Be One

Never divided and conquered by random circumstance of being an ignorant shrew of the Zen.

Purpose is mine, you’re dreaming about reading the words and comprehending Truth as it is

Logical deductive reason of induction of arguments’ assumptions or #FakeNews’ conclusions

Pertaining to the fascination with the Peace between the Wars, ad infinitum, desire for Sins

Coveting you and I for the things we find and save in our safe place, a Force to a hot kissin’.

Lips open or shut with the eyes wide open or shut tight as a drum, say no evil, live It up alive

Awakened a genie in the bottle, found on the side of the two-way road to perdition’s beehive

I see what you’re trying to do, luring me into your web with these fancy words, sweet tunes

That is the #Hades place down below the core of the earth, in an atom of gut-wasted goons!

In conceptual analysis of Word and flesh, the imaginary creates #FakeNews, it is what it is

That is some power, that knowledge that it is what it is, makes ya wanna cry rivers of tears

Mother and father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousins and friends all agree, I don’t know

Nobody is so high that they can’t get way low down and dirty, like a roach in a rat trap goo.

Always something but usually nothing you can do about it, none of it, any of it, beyond us all

Hope for the steam and heat you get when you’re warm and comfortable in a cocoon squall

New religion of blind faith in the gas you breathe in and out of your lungs, a lapis lazuli soul

Where angels can’t fly, when evil and dead spirits rise from Earth’s dirt bag in a black hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed it out of the #Void, the #Ether, out of nowhere while listenin’ to some #HotLicks of the #Blues ala #RobertCray, #BuddyGuy, #EricClapton & #BBKing on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKRARDgYD0Y }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FIERCE #SPLINTERED #ATONE @CarlosSantana

 

FOOL’S GOLD O’ER LOVE, GOD I AM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 6, 2020

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The gods left the lady and the tramp to fend for themselves with chakra deep, blue healing

In a place in Space where everything imaginable is everything that’s a probable scat fling

A baboon equation in a zoo cage to act civilized as ancient tribes of humans, cro magnons

Ones who did not allow the liberation of the female of the troop, saddle up, monkey sons.

A feckless bunch of gangs inside and outside of the city’s skirts, run the show, in the know

Pushed and shoved out of the learning the 3 R’s and history of civilization’s religious blow

Blaming the hard times and destructive nature of being as the Devil, lived spelled in reverse

Hands down with the palms face up, hands on deck meaning ready to be the weapon’s curse.

Pushin’ buttons, pullin’ levers, watchin’ lights blinkin’ smokey neutrons, protons & electrons

All for the sake of controlling the eventual Earth quake that splits the air, land and sea in two

One for us and the other half for the pulverized dust to fill up the jet streams’ bone dry cons

Out of the ice, thawed into the gas between the stage and drivin’ a nail, hammerin’ the screw.

For the last time, I am going to advise my psyche that uses ignorance and failure to recollect

Memories of the things that have been done from the first to the last step to pay the debt

One which may not be as important once death has paid it’s final visit to the animated silk

Hairy worms, in a conglomeration of relationships, of smoke and mirrors suckin’ Ma’s milk.

Fair to say and believe that nobody knows anything, elders nor peers, certainly not the young

Innocent on E Street or Main Street near the L, where hands & feet beat the drummer’s song

It is in the end, the thing itself that only you know and I know, since day 1, prehistoric delight

Pulling the G strings, facilitating the progression from young beauties to burning in sunlight.

Luck being a word for avoiding disaster happening all around your perimeter and within you

Knowing what wisdom is can enhance your chances of surviving the onslaught of murder flu

Like a virus, you allow it’s entry into your genome, it dispatches copy cats into the deep sea

Down below the waterline where light don’t shine, down for the count on holy smokes’ tea.

Money, lead to gold in the fired up flames of Hades, where Heaven went to avoid the water

Down by the waterline is where the animals go to drink, saluting the thirsty son and daughter

Profound infinity allowing the brief glimpse of the acid trip, LSD on the DNA yields the Hair

Nowhere in any place, never at any time from the dawn to the dusk of awareness, I’m there!

Symphony of presence and future shock all becoming the historical recollection of stardust

Hot, cold, stupid, ignorant, insane, intelligence from surveillance above or below, we fussed

Yielding hard rock cabins and gas pillows, to be or not to be, a psycho-babble, #RedRum rust

Herds eating life-force, feeding reincarnated deaths of animated atoms, #MurDer wanderlust.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while metabolizing CARLOS SANTANA - Gypsy Queen; Oye Como Va; Evil Ways; Jingo; Once It's Gotcha; Live In Berlin 1987 link @ https://youtu.be/Rpkv-NncA5c }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisIsNotEarth #YouAreOnTitan #GodIsDogSpelledBackward #Flygirls @J-Lo

COSMIC COMEDY OF A SPACE ACE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 6, 2020

--------------------- #ParticlePhysics & #TitanSkies ----------------------

*******                                                                                  *******

If the equations and writing of the printed Word is not on the wall, then nothing is everything

Then in that case, everything is not everything, as I always assumed was the holy Truth king

Whether you or I or anyone else likes it or not, the facts of life are what they are, a horror tale

One that doesn’t end at Death’s rotting 208 bones, logarithms of body and soul, windy sail.

Remote observation in an armed drone provides the beings above and below with empty Void

I of the ego and the id that masquerades as the thing that matters in the Cosmic menudo boy

No error in the DNA code because what is perfect cannot mutate without Will of a holy Hole

Utter vacuum inside the head of the mind of the supreme oneness, without you, without soul.

Communicate the connection to the Void to the many who take leaps of faith and hope to god

One more day of breathing the gas, unpolluted, undiluted essence of a revolutionary wobble

In an elliptical, electron-like pathway around a single atom, the sun, the star is man’s Zeus

Compared to the alternative, the dream you’re in is better than the dream without the zoos.

Cream of the crop has risen to the top where it evaporates and is ionosphere’s purple rain ho

From tips of volcano mountain tops to the core of It’s potato shape, seven leagues’ undertow

Earth thing itself, complex stuff naturally selected, star evolved, a United States Space Force

Main data of intelligent extinction, primordial agar fun in a petri dish of plasma’s AIDS virus.

Puff up your gas balls to keep the treasure from disappearing into thin air, a golden lead ball

Inner-outer space, plasma seen and invisible to naked skin, magnetic pole, black hole squall

Escaping the magnetic field that attracts the wings of the birds who fly high, that’s it, they die

Coronal mass ejection is the source of Life on Earth, not the Force of Star Wars or lonely RA!

If and only if I’m right about the historical record being the Truth, then Life is a random gift

Nothing planned by mothers or fathers, anonymous, recombinant DNA acid of a cosmic rift

Dreaming in a dream then waking up in the dream before its end, eyes open, #Woke awake

Blinded by light, deafened by the high and low decibel arpeggio notes, radiowaves of the fake.

It is a tragedy if you’ve run the gamut from birth to death and not realized that life’s my scars

Just a scheme you and I accepted to stay free of being in prison, in jail, behind animals’ bars

Better to go drinkin’ inside the bars that you can somehow get home from, cut high and tight

Melody on cloud 9, 10:4, in my homer slide, a divine comedy of volunteers, we #Woke, g’nite!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while #Skeert in a vortex of invisible particles swept up into the Black Hole which is everything, #EverythingIsEverything Donny Hathaway says it like this & that’s the way it is, it’s like that! https://youtu.be/l3p4DFnBpkM }

* Picture on the wall for the header is a #FamousDonutShop in Sacramento I went to yesterday for a cup of #BlackDeath cafe-con-leche & a chocolate donut with bloody coconut on top! Donut Madness http://www.donutmadness.com/ #ScaredMeToDeath so, I bought coffee & a donut before there was #Blood! ROTFLMAO Now, #GitSome }

#WhoKnows #Nobody or #Somebody #NotMe #NotYou #ButWho #GypsyManKnows #ButWhyYawl #SoulKitchen @CurtisMayfield

DAZED, CONCEIVED, MA, SKOAL, UBIQUITOUS *

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richard joseph stephan, i

Sunday, January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

That is all there is to it, I’m merely a messenger, a gypsy man who has allegiance to the None

Like a Robin Hood of the tales in Sherwood Forest, I search the golden foothills full of foo fun

A brisk education from the ABC’s and the Trigonometric functions of the Algebraic equations

Of the miserable men and the mighty mice in the ground, in holes in the ground, mortal sins.

Just because you think you’re so pretty and available or not to a general or specific unknown

Allowing your private eyes to be exposed to Elements-at-Large, at random, no savvy i-phone?

Amazing part of the geometric progression of the chords and arpeggios is that it’s your doom

In a million or in a duo or trio or quartet, prism of light, lead by a beatin’ pounder of a drum.

From the mirage inherited from the ones who left writing in emerald and diamond o-rings

Recollection of the gypsies who gave life to the meaning of moving away from the wastings

Where the angels fear to go, the recycled food of the human, buried underground, artwork

Petrified origin of the Way, a recycling detergent of the red dwarf or black hole event jerk.

Traveled in an orbit of unknown origin to occultish destinations, in circles, infinitude of puns

Took the heart and soul given by my mother and father, trained by the popes, priests & nuns

Mighty, mighty #Spade & #Whitey First Move, First Cause It into oblivion, a crosscut sawing

DNA in the constant result of being at One with being the Many, a gift of God, Gods’ gifting.

If you don’t mind enlightenment while being down on your knees, eyes lookin’ underground

Here and now is your chance to go a step or two beyond your Twilight Zone’s goal post end

Punks and presidents, all their followers in the gangs and thugs of political demoncrat scree

All calling like the cats on the fence at night, wanting to express the need to bite & lash kitty.

On every single planet in this solar system, nothing is known, stardirt knows an Earth existed

Neither now nor before a Big Bang was there ever any enlightened Oneness, no holy god dead

In the middle of Zero, abstracting from fleeting feelings of being One, all alone state, my fate

‘Wearin’ short skirts is OK with a long sweater!’, amazing, all too human, surrealistic weight.

Regarding the nature of being in the wake, in the shadow of the known, deep in the unknown

Where angels fear to go because there is no light to see, nothing but a fully silent, jovial clown

Smiling to hide the superiority of being in the know of final blows, what Life means to us all

High priests to bums and hobos ridin’ off of the normal rails of perspicacity, wisdom, skoal!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted out The Void listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #GypsyMan in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0 & #ForYourEyesOnly link to ‘medicate’ upon: #perspicacity @ https://youtu.be/31f78egHWfg #Wait #What? }

* Header of this piece is of and by #StonehengeTheShrineOfDruids

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