#DontDieWhenItsTime #LiveEternally @ChrstinaAguellera #IntoABrandNewTrip #DiscoInferno #DiscoDuck #KungFuFighting #tTravolta @DaveBrubeck

STAY ALIVE EVEN IF YOU DIE, ROSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, April 4, 2020

------------- #DoNotPassGo -------------

I cried hard when I first breathed the gas of Earth in St. Ann Hospital with the dirty martinis

They told me later that the city I was born in was the city of bad smells, the natives just sayin’

Apparently the fish from the lake come and die every year because of mystery H2O pollution

Born at end of August in ‘51, hop skip and jump down Augusta to Oak Street Beach bikinis.

Immortally yours and mine, a thought without evidence, dead men tell no holy, sacred tales

Oh wait! They do tell stories about unbelievable fat attached to the sad bones in honor of me

Tell me something good and then tell me something even better ‘til you run out the barroom

Function of this phantasm is replication of a heart’s pulse, recovers from the Tango of doom.

Not that it was even close on my part although my gentleman accompanying me, A1 nucleotide

Looked the other way again ‘cause you know masks keep germs in your face, so wash the face

Apparently you cannot recall both Aristotle & Plato saying to you, #NoMas #NoMas let’s ride

Singing and dancing for no reason at all other than you’re just stayin’ alive, without a mas, D.

Energy for the minions and the rulers of them all, here and now in this place with that there

Form of the substance looks like us, in corduroy and gaberdine these colors take breath away

Substance of the one room hovel is the measure of the treasure, the value of the #Ends today

Mass and the speed of light combine to force Time to warp, from 3rd to 4th dimension’s care.

Future perfect is the will to be what would have been if it only should’ve been, I would have

Not everybody’s alike in fact everyone’s distinctly up in the mood to swing a single swing

Dusk until dawn as it should be and the girls all rocked the house on down below as above

Mercury to Pluto, easy to say but impossible to fathom a trip to a Twilight Zone of Nothing.

by

r j j stephan, ii

c. Saturday April 4, 2020 A.D. @ 8:88 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @DaveBrubeck, #Take5 #BesameMucho & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P_a2f9HI2JI }

#TwoADayJustForYou #WhoMe #YeahYOU #Grace #Indulgences #Cache

EDGE OF THE HOLE? SAUL’S PALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 4, 2020

----------- #ChaosGoOrBeLeftBehindEh ------------

Just like true love the false love appears to be exactly what everybody wants, a dark pall today

I want nothing and I get it every single day, there is never a lack of it, ol’ Chucky’s so annoyed

You can never lose nothing, it’s always there because it isn’t a thing, it’s no thing, nasty Void

Just an empty set of air between invisible parentheses and brackets in a pseudo infinite array.

Where do you get to when you jump into the gravitational collapse, glancing off of holy walls

Bouncing back and forth but straight down to Hades or the source of volcanic eruption palls

You and I could always read one another’s mind like we were one, accurate because we were

Then in one day it all changed, my personality split into the three, I’m father, a son & a ghost.

Keep in mind as you analyze It, I didn’t create This, I’m a humble messenger that hits & runs

What It is exactly is more important than the next to the last breath you suck or blow in puns

Happy to be happy, strugglin’ for continued happiness in this fine world, Nature’s forfeiture

Just need a safe, warm place to sleep and rest and good meals to keep the canals clear & here.

Dried up skin and bone leave no blood and no personality on the ground or inside solid DNA

When it’s over for each and every one of the ones who become conscious, it’s corpus dilecti eh

Categorically imperative that this is classified information, secretly backgrounded corn pone

Open books, nothing’s occult, nothing’s hidden, just a Top Secret you’re, done dead and gone.

There’s no coitus, there’s no reproduction, there’s organic and there’s pure android, robotic

Automatic and better than flawed judgement of the boys and girls of Earth’s trippin’ ecliptic

Beside the rivers’ banks and the Swiss banks, the bankers lie in wait for the fish to jump up

Like the devil out of nowhere, jumpin’ up for attention, keep yer combat boots in the stirrups!

I realize this world of our was made for Two, me and you and that’s all there is, all we need

True love hard to find with your heart on the line but it’s there were you make it, gotta believe

Out of the night it’ll come to you and when it does there will be no mistake, that’ll be the One

For the love of money and desire to be warm, dry & rested, I worked, I retired, It Is Done!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, April 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted lisenin’ to Glenn Frey and Don Henley, Our Desperadoes on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic & https://youtu.be/d5p7v7XKxTw }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForestFires & #ShutDownEconomyMarxLeninStalinObama #GenieGetBackInTheBottle @DonHenley @TheEaglesBand

LONELIER THAN ABSOLUTE ZERO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 3, 2020

------------------- #EverybodyKnows #ThatsHowItGoes --------------

Just irritating distractions from necessary conditions for happiness, easy rollin’ orangutan.

If I joined the Air Force on Monday and let her know I was going away to a war in Mississippi

Actually just a technical training school near Biloxi on the Gulf, mission impossible city boy!

Yet, I satisfied that Jones and met many girls like her, a hundred or maybe three, ship ahoy!

Years flow into decades and half a century, all in ecstasy with a girl like you, someone’s zazen

Loves me just like you used to before the end of the act, in the finale, you got pregnant by Joe

Who wanted to die when I told him that if he didn’t move far away, I’d come back to find ‘em

Poking around in the cities and towns searching for the knowledge I needed to know, to blow.

In the wind with the random animation of a whirling mass of star stuff that we are, Big Bangs

Like a shot in the dark, red giant, white dwarf, black hole, pulsar, Hollywood icon of pontang

You know what I mean, stormy weather and thunder and lightening are blood suckin’ fangs

Just irritating distractions from necessary conditions for happiness, easy rollin’ orangutang.

A bloomed flower dies with time in the space of gas we’re rollin’ in, it happens to us, one & all

Easy to do once you do it, it’s difficult to handle the others when they die a hot winter’s fall

Fresh air needed no longer, fine weather and a lot of time on the hands, no dusk, no dawn

Birds are silent and not flying, squirrels are wondering where the people went, It’s all gone!

Brought out the best in me, you’re the First Cause of that, that’s all that counts, down below

I can feel the hot fire near the center core of the mass, the gold of Earth’s ecstasy, holy cow

Eaten, ridden, worshiped, fought in a bull ring, slaughtered en masse for hamburger BBQ d

Gone away, I wanna die, I wanted to stay but I had to go, I was happy then died of viral flu!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to the Rascals #AGirlLikeYou link @ https://youtu.be/WWgK4InRe8I }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunctionOfDisfunctionalVoid #MostPeculiarMama #LetsRoll #InTheMoodForAMelody @JohnLennon @HEART @CHICAGO @Nickelback @PRINCEtheArtist

BLIND MEN SEE FIRE IN THE DARK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, April 3, 2020

------------------- POST APOCALYPSE LIPS ----------------

Hard rocks on roads to perdition or paradise, there’s a wrong turn I took for a hot mocha java

There were no signs or turning signals, no heads-up to the dogs of civil war all up in a tizzy fit

Glimmering gold and silver lining from the hills & mountain caves, empty philosopher’s blah

Unborn stalagmites & stalactites of the poor, the gold is watchin’ the philosophers get over it.

Philosopher’s stones aren’t sapphire or ruby or emerald or diamond, just basalt volcano barf

Deep in the bowels of inordinate, simpleton minds who eat roadkill’s revolting, choking scarf

Dressed to kill in sack cloth of burlap bags to cover innocence’s virgin brides’ programmings

Naked skin without fur, without hair, no heat insulation just a total loss of breathing things.

So the Earth ceased to revolve and spin the yarn of the unknown, cosmic slop of a boss’ hogs

You do see what’s going on here right? The pope, the cardinals, nuns’ priests of #Adamsfall

Big house of the tiny gods of golden words, silenced all biblical hieroglyphics, prophetic dogs

Caught off guard while being on guard, had to kill the life to eat the dead, it’s not my call y’all.

If you yourself, your personality and your ego consciousness don’t die when your corpse lives

It’ll be a night of living dead, not a movie but your deadhead life on Earth without bee hives

No rats, bats or roaches to carry particulate bacteria and viruses from place to place in space

Nothing to eat or inhale from the atmosphere’s humidity’s aridity except pure O2 and H2O.

Still have the nuclear weapons tucked away on land, in the air and under the sea, just sayin’

We & they still think we need to protect our stuff from being stolen, are you shyt’n’ no stash?

Man is just so human that there is no way to rise above that insane ignorance, lay up a lay in

Or take a three from half-court to win the joust between friendly rivals, who have danm cash!

Now hear the hundredth monkey squealing on the ground and in trees and cave in Freehold

Then a mystic thought is all that’s left with the rats and roaches and bats, dirty martini SOLD

No lies, money or family, on a cruise ship of retired gypsies, tramps & thieves all ghosts afloat

Found afloat with nowhere to go but to Davy Jones’ locker full of shark bait, cannibal boats.

Purpose for being alive and dying in thee end, you probably are better off not knowing Truths

It’d probably be the last thing you’d want to hear, divine, all too human rhapsody in sky blues

Most will pass away when they die, high school kids online for the answers to the SAT booths

Sad, no prom car wrecks, no dress, no tux, no corsage, no heartbreak after-graduation booze!

Back to normal which is abnormal if you have to go to school or work, retired is still insane

Wake up, listen to the #Marconi tuned to Talk 650 KSTE when Armstrong & Getty elucidate

Four hours of never ending stories of humanity, oh the humanity, we are all the viral #AGfan

Matters taken into our own hands, humane compassion for homeys NOW? A batman’s fate!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 3, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jitterbuggin’ between Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty & the following link to Prince_artistik on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pq98n2j75XA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ManifestoOfWord #FuchsiaNewDeal #InTheDeepGroove

MANIFESTO OF FUCHSIA, OUT'S IN!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 2, 2020

------------  #SeverTheBowTies -----------

Putting my health and welfare in high regard so that I may play my role in the virus’ saga

Pretending that people were never dying of the plague in the past history of mankind, Ga

There’s no God because God’s dead or so a madman across that ocean said, blow the horn

Made flesh and dwelt amongst Us, you and I and everyone who has died & so far unborn.

For Margaret and Theresa and all of the mothers who came before and after us, we salute you

Because they are all about to rock this world, the Earth is still rollin’ though humans nuked it

It’s why everything stopped, we’ve become totally annihilated by communism and capitalism

Species now resting in peace, no traffic or gas masks, just radio replays and TV reruns all day.

I see bags of groceries and candy in my dreams because I’ve got no money or food stamps left

I eat garbage cans full of God’s fish and loaves at strip malls, God’s nice leftovers to the right

Without the charity and love of the strangers, planet Earth would die, the species will kill Her

In a shutdown of all commerce due to a Virus that travels in the air, on land and in the water.

In any case, spreading rumors and the black and white trash mix of info-data, we flow, eh?

Being in the know-it-all range of ALL there is to see, hear & feel for me & you, say hey!

I am all alone there in that place in space as you would be too but you’re not, I am the One

Not that you’re a Two or Three it’s just that I am the only One who can keep me alive, son!

Depending on Tom, Dick or Harry is an option for theoretical models of extinction, depends

That’s all you may get at the end for assistance, something to mitigate incontinence, the ends

Of mice and men, same destination and same outcome, dead and gone, mouth agape, it sings

Wishin’ ma & pa would’ve told me the secret, Minions of Truth, roadkill of all sweet nothings.

It’ll fill you with the warm blood you’ve inherited from fortune of Gaelic-Greco-Roman stones

Who created nothing from nothing that was everywhere at that time, just like their ancestors

Trapping, shooting, killing, burning in fire to flame the hair & warm the marrow bone cores

Jolly Roger waving that Out is In, rejected humanity in a 21 gun salute to death’s skull bones.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed IN while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND concert #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tsuW1Ya035g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontWaitForMe #Kidding #WaitUp

LOOKIN’ FOR THE SILVER LINING

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020
--------------   ooooh, he said DADDY!  --------------

Philosopher’s stone just fell into my hands just like my daddy said, it’d be a fractured fable

If you get lucky & you’re paying attention when the sign appears as if it was willing and able

Wacky things happen in those lucid dreams, reality ya just don’t know, God, Zeus & Ra lied

Due to a change of divine mind, none of us humans are idiot beings, you lived and you died.

In an empty handed prayer, I whacked the gods back so hard that it mutated into a black hole

There may be angels but I’ve never seen one, been told they’re everywhere, they ain’t today

I think, therefore I am what I’ve been trained to be, what I’ve accepted to claim that I am, eh

Assemblies of the yes and no men and women who vote either their conscience or fool’s gold.

Mitigating the circumstances so that I’ve kept the socially acceptable six feet gap, further spot

Because nobody is classifying this disease as the proper one, everyone who is sick has the flu

When they may just have a cold, the GQ CQ, charge of quarters, able to discipline from blue

Songs unhappy for the gift of just being alive without a purpose, being a man to beat or not.

Here’s a notion for a conclusion’s first premise, if you want a rational nip and tuck, all the fat

You’ll need an empty bag of Hydrogen ready for the Oxygen to be mixed into filet of dirty rat

I think I ate some lead and it came out the end a stick of gold, not yellow but gold, alas, moan

Nobody in the house or in the home so the end that was near is nigh, we’re gonna get stoned!

Hard road with the soft rocks, turning the lead into pencils and gold, to write and to shine

It wasn’t supposed to be like this yet it is, searchin’ for the philosopher’s stone, it’s just fine

Magic happening only when I’ve touched it’s essence with my hands of light, hours today

Days to decades and on to the tenth century back to the third century, what did they say?

by

r j j stephan, i i i i i i i i i i i i i (Happy April Fools Day y’all)

c. Wednesday, April 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:00 PM PST

{ jammed out of the airwaves with the @GeorgiaSatellite #KeepYoHandsToYourself on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cPtw_Cd3zTk }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FOOLS & #HITMEN

HITMEN, WHISKEY & HOT WATER!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020

--------- AN R.J.S. PRODUCTION ---------

NYC to Miami to Chicago and Milan to Los Angeles’ holy black tar mud, extinction species Id

In the deep psyche, in the marrow of the hillbilly bones, moment comes and goes into a skid

No way to stop it, stand in front of it only to be smashed into a flat bone-bag of dripping glee

Comin’ out of nowhere baby because you loved someone deep inside of them, 1 planted seed.

Comfort in the warmth of the nest where nobody ever goes except you and your lover, just 1

None other needed with the open minds of the open vacuum holes in valleys, hollars of fun

Never married so never knew the joy of the ecstasy that comes and goes with the north wind

Hidden until it’s the Time in Space to multiply geometrically, to avoid the species extinction.

On to the path you got off of many years ago, it’s still there ready to be tread upon, never fear

You ain’t the first and you won’t be the last that animates the lump of flesh and bone’s veneer

Lookin’ at the reflection in the mirror, the image is accurate only in the light, now it is so dark

Even Bubba can’t see in the dark, gotta feel with fingers and feet, we bums in a Chicago park!

By the lake or on the outskirts of the southside where angels fear to go, stockyard ready bullet

Ready for your cattle necks to be inserted into holy ends, beheaded meat to amalgamate chit

Open minds on barbeque fired up heat, charcoal, hot rocks, wood or gas heat, we gonna eat

Party on the patio or the veranda or balcony of the high-rise, yell it loud now y’all! HeeHaw!

Flinch when I wave my hand at your face, duck and cover because it may be your only chance

Death blows and life does it’s best to compete with the #HeadBanger, end of the God’s dance

You had stone-blind faith in Things you could never see, dead men leftovers for kin-cousins

Eyes to see and ears to hear before the Action, the 1st Movement, the Rhapsody in blue jeans.

I drove in the sticks more deep than ever before, down into the ground of being, Hell & Me

It was a trip from the LSD acid and the weeds on fire, inhaled and exhaled for Mescalito tea

Just a product of Parochial mesmerization, an altarboy spoke Latino for God’s stone creepers

Old ladies & old dead men walking up the aisle for the body and blood of the Saved, jeepers!

Transubstantiation of water into wine and bread into flesh, consumed as cannibals ought to

Eating their God and sucking the blood in to thank the divine for the precious moments to be

Allowed to be or not to be, brothers and sisters with an important question for all, WTF over?

Gave me that look, let me down easy and I thank you, #HIT me, it’s how we got here l’il lover.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. APRIL FOOLS’ DAY, 4-1-2020 A.D. @ 08:00 AM PST

{ Twisted out of my genome this AM, the muse had me over a barrel therefore, created listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 link @ https://youtu.be/H9tEvfIsDyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThereThereNow #SettleDownOrYOUllHaveAnAneurism

YONDER, YON, HITHER & THITHER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 31, 2020

-------------- #TickTockTickTock -------------

Unholy to the taste of the holy and reverent souls in tallyho bodies of human runes’ bones

Trebles and bass in a concerto playin’ the sharps and flats like there’s nothing left to say

But every day is today without fail, even yesterday for a moment was the ol’ rolling stones

For the philosophers to collect before they die to see the Truth and pretend in the replay.

We all heard the rocks sing it hard and soft, in the studio and on the road, cops searched me

For the answer to the question that nobody knew to ask, what’s the answer to a rea; mystery

Extrapolated in the form of syllogistic arguments, in a rational, logical method, listen my son

Philosophers’ stones roll down a volcano after an eruption of fool’s gold & silver tons of fun.

I can’t recollect my first scream but I assume it was quite a bellow comin’ out of the darkness

From the warm and dark blood fest in the mama womb, I got decades of use out of the egg roe

Fertilized by only the gods know what, microscopic flagella searchin’ for the home’s river flow

Only one vacancy for the One but not for the many who will fail the trip & die a hero demise.

Hearing what only deaf animals can hear, seeing only what blind men can see, that’s a trip

Reality of one’s perception of the world is tantamount to being happy and living on the flip

Meaning something subtle and no doubt incomprehensible to the rational being, logic is up

Irrationality is goin’ down like it or not, I’ll get the gist of it before my last gasp’s gold cup.

Periwinkle and scarlet are the colors of my shield, force field around my lead turned it to gold

Wherever I go, any direction, up, down or North, South, East or West, I get where I gotta go

Here and now is a miracle only dead men can’t get a grip on, if you’re alive, you’re in this jive

There’s nobody who has ever been born on this planet who ever died just to forever stay alive.

Punks all gone now, they’ve lost their lives to the hither and thither, beyond the yonder bench

To be or not to be the man that walks softly in the sandy beaches of the coast, that’s the ticket

All of it is all you know, stop thinking that you don’t know it all since there’s nothing to pinch

Can’t steal anything that’s already yours, you’ve no reason to own it, you are what it is, slick!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March 31st, 2020 A.D. @ 6:25 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the #PhilosophersStone in a silver-lined loop by Van Morrison link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WholeWorldInMyHands or was it He? #StruggleOn #WaitUntil2080AD

POTUS’ SCUTTLEBUTT BRAIN TRUST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 31, 2020

------  #TERRORisWELCOME  ------

Too busy for this complicated mess, we can’t get any work done, death snuck-in unheard of

Hillbilly bones deep down inside of men and women in the parties with tater ships of a dove

Born to run and rule the roost of the masses who need to be told where & how to be the herd

They had no idea at birth in Time and Space, queens, kings, princes, princesses of the absurd.

This is my song I’m singing about the city and the country girls, this ain’t no war’s love fest

It’s all in the jeans, those two pegs below your heart and soul’s pretty face and bone’s best

Get the jump on the rest of the herd bein’ related to the stud bull and head cow of the DNA

No choice that it’s just a matter of natural selection, the strong survive, the weak die today!

There’s just not enough Time on Earth to do everything that a spirit needs to do amidst chaos

Ultimate apex and core of the center of the cosmic egg, abstracted from the dead & gone loss

Mothers of the Earth born to run the show and allow the studs to be led by nose ring bull-sit

No hiding except behind the brain malfunction genes, mothers let the gene splices survive it.

There never was anything wrong with being lost in Paradise’s garden with nobody to screw

Just as you got adjusted to the solo flight, Adam or whomever you decided to leave as legend

Got all depressed and started crying to the creator for company, somebody to love, not a man

So, here we are, fans of the first and the following ones that got a city and country queen tan.

Pretty little queenies comin’ out of the woodwork from the fathers and mothers who conjured

The magic bone matrix that moves to the sway tunes of the country saw on the fiddle endured

Talkin’ country-city girls in green jeans, long sweaters, blouses, long dresses and short skirts

No reason for expectations to be unreasonable but they are, therefore, never expect any flirts.

Tempting your attention to move from yourself to somebody else without any payoff to flow

Downriver attention to absorb whatever bytes of ejaculated DNA survive, as above, so below

Function of the equations of signs and lines drawn on white chalk’s black boards, E’s squared

You’re the Mass and Light needing Beatles and Beatniks to couple, beatin’ your knees in bed.

Eggs split and sometimes they just come on down together, same time, same place, Easter pi

3.14 of the saving creator who made the mess and tried to clean it up, failure is all we’ve got

There was no saving for the entire creation, preaching to ones who believe there’s no reason

To be or not to be, more or less half of the world’s multi-lingual bone bags, a century begone!

Hillbillies ain’t as silly as first thought, they have an ear to the ground, it’s quakin’ & shakin’

No accent when you hear the word made flesh has returned for the Rapture, the rupture Sin

Immortal rocks that roll around in circles as the broken bits of the super nova futuristic past

South of Queens or in Nero’s fallen nation y’all be honkytonk rockin’ a huge Trumpian blast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. March 31st, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drilled this out of the lead & turned it into shiny gold while listenin’ to @BlakeShelton & Trace.adkins #HillbillyBone in a loop link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/OGoiiwxTWeE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#OutOfReach #DontTryToExtendYourself #YouCannotGetThatFar

STRUGGLE AWAY FROM ME? DIG

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 30, 2020

---------  #ItIsInThemJeansAfterall ---------

I have had this internal conversation with myself time after time and to no avail, it’s amazing

Got to admit once you get past the finish line, it’s all cherished more than you thought my king

Desires and the ability to forget everything known to mankind and be at One like a lost pawn

Or them or anyone else on this planet’s surface, not one animal or plant to aid in a new dawn.

Queens if you need the power to check or checkmate on the board of sixty four, eight by eight

All of the right moves from knight to rook, bishop pricking the queen to move in, bats as bait

Perfection or not, it all rolls around, alternates the darkness and light from the scoop of pain

Around and nearby you and I, happy to see the precious sky of blue & hear a rhapsody’s rain.

It’s impossible to get older than a decade of clever spins & elliptical revolutions, I’m ignorant

Death comes callin’ before you’ve found out who is alive, here and now, much less death sent

Warning to children, innocent of the meaning of life’s series of escapes from bullit or sword

Attempting to scythe us all eventually, before our time and eventually, having the last word.

Using the Word as an abstract expression of the natural reality of beings who feel part of it

That is the challenge for the humane among the scribblers of whom I am NOT one, we got it

There is not a shred of truth in the notion that words written or said means something’s in it

On the surface or deep down to the core at the center of the mass, a taste of waste, aw shyte!

Who is more important after you die when either you’re soul’s clever enough to live or die

Or it winds up having to pay the karma built up over the time you’ve spent in the struggle

To be a good man or woman after being a well-raised or abused child is nearly impossible

You need pity and mercy to forgive the stupid and inept for hip, ape-like moral imperatives.

What’s too bad is the fact that if you fail to do the right thing on the first trip, it’ll try to repeat

Ad infinitum until you get the action right and perform the way you’re designed, as raw meat

Nobody cares about you more than you do, if you care to survive as long as possible, disobey

Oh deductions from Plato to Kant, Categorical Imperatives have Unconditional Truth to pay.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. March 30th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #TheHappening by the Supremes on The Ed Sullivan Show on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OZ3DKv6ft_0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingButPlayDough @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @ZZTop @BlakeShelton @ @Nickelback - #Rockstar special! @ZZTop

JAZZ JAMS & DEEP, HOLY STATES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 30, 2020

-----#WaitWhat--------------- #SimpleMindsRule -----

It’s not for me to say, I’m a mere cell in the massive cancer within the Origin’s DNA bellows

Puttin’ a virus into the cells of the Living Cell, what ya don’t know kills, so hey, what’s a Fez?

Oh, you’ve never focused on the #ExtinctionOfSpecies so I will for you my dear ladies & fellas

Can of worms opened now, just for the sake of keeping it for Real, a Reality of bones to seize.

It’s just a fine and dandy conclusion you’ve all come to, north n’ south of the Mason-Dixon

Here’s what I am and I do not give a hoot whether or not you cowgirls can get in the stirrups

Get up on that horse, if you will and ride ‘em cowgirls if you dare, it’s a bareback punkin’ FM

You know the drill, move it until finally you lose it before you know it, high heels all gone son.

Girls didn’t seem to care, everything was copacetic and self fulfilling to be by yourself, #Sick

Then the world crashed into your four cornered room, underground or in the condo of #Poop

Where you try to love but you cannot, it’s a feeling that got killed in the pandemic’s epidemic

My love went to a #WTF chant from dawn ‘til dusk, just playing WAR THE BAND in a loop.

Coitus Interruptus for a species’ humanity, makes us wonder if we are indeed, all too human

As a Nihilist philosopher, my past 40 years on the job analyzin’ the conceptual reproductions

Heaven sent or just manufactured out of the atmosphere’s thin air, anything you say, aw man

Because whatever attitude you present as man or woman, you’ve committed bad mortal sins.

Related to the folks thrown out of paradise for disobedience to the law of not eating fruit-fear

It makes ya move your bowels & THAT scat wasn't flyin' with the creator of Heaven & Hell

Just wanted to let you know that sinning is eating and defecating and it ain’t my fault either

To know that you can’t know anything at all is the wisdom required, to die with gold, be fat!

A boogie woogie kind of motif-beat to think and create a dream of absolutely nothing but me

For the fools who believe and the skeptics who believe not to believe, superior to inferiority

Wanderlust for the end game or at least the pre-knowledge via ESP from an alien scoundrel

A spy stalks the prey and at the right time and place performs, extinction play to eat today.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 30th, 2020; Year of the Lord, AD @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Jammed out of my soulless, honky mass of holy, processed edibles, did I Trip? God! Here’s the little honky pick of the moment that helped on this inspirational WORD of my MUSE link @ https://youtu.be/KCdKBHdPz30 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NeverBeenSouthOfQueens #HillBillyBonesInCityBoysAndGirls #IfItFiresYouUpYouGottaLetItShine

SECONDS LEFT BEHIND, CO ACID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020

--------  #YouGottaWatchWhereYouSitRoundHere  --------

Oceans were blue and illusory knowing that they’re just black and as cold as frozen tundra ice

Feels like there is something going on here behind the scenes, like Great Oz is pullin’ strings

I may be steppin’ out of line sayin’ this for the entire human genome, as if we’re all one mind

A being in splattered into smithereens that can never collapse back into the thing itself's sign.

Like the yin and yang sign of a dual nature within a circle confined in the Void’s Nothingness

This is not a small realization that you’re just a speck of dust in the universe of Hopelessness

Where you can’t see any purpose for being alive other than breathing, eating, defecating it all

In and out the things that won’t kill you running through your energy conversion system ball.

It’s all in a sphere or an inverted Time/Space warp, touching all surfaces to spread the germs

Sharing what I caught from being alive and touching something, it wants a byte of DNA lights

Infants to die for in the womb or in a hundred year old corpse with a dirty realm of redworms

Used to be buried deep to deny critters access to rotten bones, all’s a bullshyte survival fight.

Like the mamas and papas crooned that one moment in Time, it will be Monday, Monday

Like the mamas and papas crooned the teats off the cows on the way home to become old

Can’t trust that Monday because you’ve been asleep for at least two days, and now yearn

For the lost days of youth when you played all day and slept all night, RNA retrovirus cold.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Marche 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2030 hours

{ Droned out of my muse while coppin’ out to Prince_artistik Princethegod link @ https://youtu.be/gET9RBKNYcM #DiamondAndPearl }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? #GetOffOfMe

@TomPetty #TheRollingStones #DOOMandGLOOM #PostedInHaste #JustInCase #ItAllOverNowWWIII #FTLOG #YouWereTheONE #NowYouAreNot

PRECISELY, A POW IN THE KISSER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020

-------------- #HaveLoveWillTravel - @TomPetty ---------------

Everybody must have their tea time, pinky up, slurp a sip of oolong for the Time is Tea

That is all that’s important, without tea the mind doesn’t go along with the mover’s fee

To drink a cup a day, 365 days a year and live to be 90 Y.O. means you ARE the Grateful

Of the dried, dead plants on the Southeast ground in China, near the Temple of the Fool.

Think about this Time and Space, history will be the account of what happened in a huge lie

Someone knew the Truth but didn’t say what it was, never told a soul what it is, allegro blobs

Always to be or not to be, what the substance is in it’s substratum form is a tiny Tse Tse fly

Why it’s blue is because of the infinite sadness of being ignorant and a tool of the flashmobs.

Never ask why if you don’t want to know because it will set you free and you might be a tramp

From loneliness being in space without another organic form, that would be a dear, dead God

Dead but grateful that they don’t have to struggle for the existence, survival in a bog-swamp

By the way, you know nothing and guess at everything because you’re unthreatened by gods.

If this means was then you’ve gone to far to attempt to confiscate what I love, freedom’s to be

Or not to be as the old sirs of the bygone days used to say, thinking that they were sons of Ga

Yet there never were and never will be, what they are is an ‘X’ slot of macro evolutionary DNA

Microbes of viruses move to survive in the Host which feeds us, our communion is US, today.

You cannot make this scat up out of thin air, standing on the shaky quakes, I look out below!

Falling down with an Italian beef in one hand and a holy bible of another, praying on the prey

Getting dragged into the chamber of complete desolation, chained by the hooves, no screams

They don’t hear noisy #Moos they talk about Sanskrit and kids as I lay dying, I’m #man-cow!

Set sail on the infinite trip on the Earth’s land and sea, wind blown on one to seven wet seas

Floating upon or submarining within the confines of Earth’s core and the atmosphere’s door

Closed to keep the Space out, thrived and civilized, now we’re redhot dogs, LSD acid freezes

No slight of hand magic or jacked up queen can touch my @PhilosophersStone, I’m a drone #Boar.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:00 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Holy Word BC of #FreeBurghers & #Boers on youTube, Therollingstunes #Hits #DoomAndGloom #JustAShoutAway rhyme link @ https://youtu.be/1DWiB7ZuLvI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?