#GrammasHands #ThisCantBeAllThereIs #HOMERS #FedExLogoRocks *SKYNYRD #FlysOnTheWall

YA-VOL, MY GODS’RE ALL A.W.O.L. *

 had to change the title for the FB minions to:  MATER DEI HUNGUP ON A WALL * 
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 11, 2020

--------------  I AM A MAN -------------

This is all you can see in the moment before the final sight of the back of my handsome parts

It’s bowed in silent farewell to the living-dying meat on the planet, cooked on a funeral pyre

Taxed and chased by bacteria and viruses that are tougher than my black belt in The #Arts

I wasn’t just a super sport who won it all in the end, I was what I’ll always be, the Ways Fire.

Gramma on the porch swing telling my friends who never were my own, to mend a blue sky

Punks groomed to be roaches and rats on cloudy grounds of being in a Windy City, lake high

City of Bad Smells and the burial grounds of millions of non-native Americans, displaced po’

So poor that they thought about eating each other when the plants and cans stopped comin’.

When the trucks & cars stopped rolling, bandits and surviving poor turned to a mass of milk

It doesn’t matter where you and I grew up or where we are here and now, what matters? God

No higher power than the bones you inhabit and the men and women with a badge and a gun

You came to be here and to be happy, to be beneficiary of the Good, The gods’ God of my fun?

Dreams are all over now, you got what you got for doing the deeds that deserved to be done

Becoming a man or a woman in 2020 Anno Domini is without a doubt, all you had to ever do

Just grow up and be the arbiter of the Good, Bad & Fugly in orbit ‘round the holy Sun of Ga

Language foreign translation a linguistic malfunction, just grunt cavemen, it’s written in Red.

When you look into the rear view mirror and you see #Taillights not #Headlights, you best be

Going into that bizarre dream with eyes wide opened & ears closed to sounds of the Silencio

Quiet and with no vibration of air to signal the beginning or the end, all infinity’s Singularity

On the Event Horizon, GOT LAID & GOT LOST, a final swing of the wings, up/down, I AM It.

by

r j j stephan, i * Header’s my vehicular manslaughter escape of gravity and centrifugal force.

c. 4-11-20

{ Jammed out the plethora, before A slow ride in a #Hearse, bowed my head listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn Ronnie & Kix #Believe! Do YOU? answer: #Jawohl commandant! Link #BELIEVE chapter, verse, words written in red & a slower ride in the Hearse? @ https://youtu.be/Bn_CVywqsG4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Shapeshifting - Joe Satriani 2020 A.D.#BrokenBones #BrokenRules #EverythingsBroken #SilverLIning #TwilightZoneJustAhead #PhilosopherStoned

PEACE, PLASMA’S PINK PLETHORA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 10, 2020

sssssssssss #ThePlethora sssssssssss

Another spin around the ecliptic just because we got lucky and didn’t roll in a ditch, see

Why run when you can’t get to infinity in one giant leap of mankind, the abyss’ deep sea

From the rocky and sandy ground of this being, we shoot balls in holes, we’ve got gigs

Somebody’s got to do everything to keep civilization and society in tact, midgets or bigs.

Pioneers moving the barriers of the wilderness from sea to shining sea, stolen from the gods

Given to some almighty One claiming to be superior to All that is in front of our cones’ rods

Miracles do not happen, all effects have a cause way back to the original First Cause of dead

An amorphous King of the Universe, master of the bytes of conscious bone bags we’ve fed.

Burlap bags saved from the tons of potatoes so I could use them for the tons of flower fur

Legal for the whole world now, POTUS and queens, emirs, kings and dictators in the mud

Makin’ it fertile for the flowers to bloom into the miracle of Mary Jane, Kronic Mary Kures

All for the sake of making the Twilight Zone here and now seem absolutely normal, blood.

In the Twilight Zone’s fake Nothing, it’s all forever, God’s in every empty house of the blues

Plethora of colors in shapes and forms, hard rocks’ mix of kool-ade DNA, Reason’s fake news

A dream within a dream, as close as you want to be to the real Truth about the One and done

Get ready, you can’t handle truth, not my problem, 1st chick laid a punk in a #pink egg, a sun.

Idiots and morons are proof that there is a defective gene in a pool of leftover, round squares

Monsters take over from time to time, sometimes men, sometimes a viral byte of RNA fears

From the shores of the seven seas to the tips of the volcanic holes in a God’s bunker busters

Where the hippies and radicals go to hide out with the bank robbers and monkey molesters.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Venerdì, 10 aprile, duemila e venti, l'anno del Signore, alle 1930 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted out of the plethora with blindfold on and hands tied behind YOUR back, while listenin’ to new 2020 Joe Satriani cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7AQOcitaeKg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodWillDie #GodWillRise #GodAintDead #MariaMaterDei

LEAD IN GOLD, SHOW YOU RIGHT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 10, 2020

------------------- #CriminalsRock -------------------

They’re all still pretty GOODFRIDAYS before the Easter of the villains and God’s proteges Go

Streets emptied of the traffic of rubber heartaches as steel engines of creation’s bridges crack

They go across the waterways to get the traffic to the CoVirus’ territory of the 5G towers flow

Of the radio waves, the wavelength and frequency man made out of the star stuff, God smack.

Rocking the stones and pebbles of the flint and basalt makes this Rock Concert a done deal

It’s the ringing in your ears when the amplifiers have been unplugged, rollin’ down the I-Five

Millions of people and millions of dollars that represent the 5G gold and silver lining of Moe

Three stooges time for the rest of the day, slap my stick & move on to the End of a big show.

Lost my philosopher stone when I was swimmin’ in the lake looking for your dead bones

Jumped right in there thinking that you’d fix the dissolution of civilization into The Fates

Dreams helped divert attention while asleep but it’s a hard road when you’re on the dates

With Fate, with eyes wide open to Time we stole from this Space, this place, weB drones.

Still awake while lookin’ at the ones I loved, watchin’ me die a sad, painful ending of breath

Of men and mice that grow from microscopic acid complexity, DNA & RNA of microwaves

Wavelengths of Cosmic and Infrared found me in the streets of the city, evil, chiefs & braves

A show that projected from above with the light, the focus of viral infections, life and death.

Rise up like the smoke from the cave or underground, rotten dust and ashes of man, unkind

Memories of what I can’t recollect is my amnesia of The Truth, to survive or become extinct

That is all there is, no heaven or hell as written by atheists & blind faith Hope-filled sheeple

Silver lining you want and you’ve got it now, philosopher stoned thorns shot into the people.

Punks and genii mix blood and become the only ones left here and now, brothers & sisters all

From the original Two who tangoed when the rule was to Never Tango, best friends’ downfall

From above it was a long drop to get to the bottom of Rock, now below it I’ll always be Up It

Best friends and mortal enemies don’t know, they’ll never know, my Void is my own...#Sheet.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 4月10日，二十點二十分Anno Domini @ 4:44 Ante Meridian，太平洋標準時間

{ Ripped this piece of #Godsmack out of the blackness of a bright #WaxingGibbous on the #PhilosopherStone in my back pocket, turned some lead into gold again, it’s only a grain for the drone in me but it’s all I had left! Hey it’s a GD pandemic right? @VanMorrison #PhilosopherStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

#LEAD2GOLD #PHILOSOPHER #STONED

#ForTheLoveOfTheGodZeus

 #Faith #Hope #Charity

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#cov-19 on the #BlurredLines #ExtinctionOfSpecies #ZList #LeadIntoGold #JellyRoll & the #PhilosopherStone #AlanThicke #BobDylan #LadyGaGa @StevieWonder @VanMorrison

#EvenMyBestFriendDontKnowIAm
DRINK MY CHAMPAGNE & GOLD *
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 9, 2020
------------------- #GuideLines #BlurredLines --------------------

Naturally you will look down river after the current pushes the snow-melt away from the hills

Way down to the delta westward with the stones and diamonds, a hop & a skip and a jump up

Chucked up my breakfast, regurgitated as an unregulated form of essential national treasure

Compared to being on the stage in front of an empty seated audience, a written word is mum.

One or two drinks leads to an empty bottle and a few confused linguistic anomalies for soothe

Philosophical waxing of the arguments’ pros and cons about the nature of being a naked ape

With or without you the water will keep flowing under the bridge of tears, none of them mine

Watershed of the happiness and sadness variety of tears for all of the fears of bogyman opine.

Finished Ends of the story before I began the preface or epilogue, on my way, germs & worms

As far as all of that goes, shapes of the things themselves is all I’m concerned with, just Forms

Never gonna change my mind and start believing there’s a devil and a hell to pay in the hood

Raised from punk to citizen by the Great Lake Michigan, drank hot water, God knew I would.

Stay with me and follow the bouncing ball down the word, the lyric, Hollywood to Maine East

All good for me, you and everyone else, all #InItTogether #UpTight #OutOfSight #GonnaDie

Bad roads and dead end paths to the destination, out of sight, snapped out of an ape’s mind

On a red ALERT because #ThingsHaveChanged indeed, lies are true and Truth is a holy lie!

On a plank walkin’ to the electric chair, the gas chamber, the gallows, empty pit of dry goods

Beverly’s hills and the Bowery of the NYC are not exempt in any #Boystown gaggle of ‘hoods

Grassy ground without rain dies with the gold, paupers to be locked & loaded, royal foresight

Armed and dangerous in trees and caves, mankind let’s you down but I Will to win this fight!

by

r j j stephan, i * #EagerToMakeAnError #WTHBrokeItLoose?

c. Jeudi, Avril 9th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Too hot to touch this, can’t touch this but I can, I cooled it off for ya while listenin’ to the #Breakdown #ThingsHaveChanged by Bob.Dylan in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KillerLivers #PullinInToTown #RIP @JohnPrine @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A WAY I LIKE IT, IS THE WAY IT IS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 8, 2020

--------------------- R . I . P .  JOHN PRINE --------------------

Homeless and on the ground like a jet airliner just landed in the wrong airport, wrong time

Out of fuel and the pilot and co-pilot have passed out from the honey pot of the busiest bee

The One in me, the only one I know who can survive the entry and exit of the plethora, OMG

Now I’ve given it all away to the minions, oh I am one of the many but with one defect, I am!

Who are you and where you’ve come from and where you’re going is not germaine to the Void

Importance of the breath of air going in and out of my lungs is tantamount to everything’s life

Without me, this reality doesn’t exist anywhere in the universe for me, just like being on par

Just a flesh wound won’t stop me from surviving as the fittest in my realm, 208 bones of tar.

La Brea has the tarpits but I Am what exploded and left this Earthly apple core for grandpapa

Where I left Adam to do his best, with his very short tool to populate the rocks of a supernova

Although not the First Cause of the Event Horizon nor the Singularity, I am still way too high

My friends, relatives and mortal enemies, maybe not today or yesterday but soon, you’ll die!

A random flight from one point to another point in Space and Time, caused this existence?

That’s a bit too rich for my humble poverty of wisdom and knowledge, random chaos sense

Accidents happen, the intent of the Will to Power is the only important tool for the One, me

“I am what I am and I can’t stands no more,” as the Great Popeye used to cartoon chant, see?

Protect the honeycomb and wax in the hive or home will be gone, have to begin again, again

Ad infinitum, as if there’s nothing else we could be doing other than struggling for the grain

Like pickin’ the fruit from the tops of plants like the hairy apes do, or nakedness is a shame

Freezing cold away from the equator, away from the living birds and worms, it’s #FakeFame.

Non-disclosure of the memes of the minions is tantamount to denying the truth about my life

Nobody knows anything but everything is obviously nothing in the end, God had no alewife

One infinite, amorphous lump of DNA & a pinch of deep Space, out this world as we know it

Monkey sees and the monkeys do, copy cats of the Way, narrow down the middle, aw sheyt!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, Avril 8th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 06:66 AM PST

{ Drafted & taken to the bridge as I #StayedOnTheScene #LikeASexMachine #Word conglomeration from #Scratch listenin’ to the mighty James Brown -The Godfather of Soul- #SexMachine on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1UzZUfFUnxY }

#ToolsOfEvolution #AnnhilationOfMankind

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

#SomebodyHelpMeYeah #HelpYourself #MountainsTooHigh #NotEvenHereToTestify #GoldPlatinum @MarvinGaye @TammiTerrell @BruceSpringsteen #HighJinx

MAMA MIA, ANYTHING YOU WANT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 7, 2020

------------------ #PlatinumWax -------------------

Engines are hummin’ and the tank of fuel is full of the joy-juice of fools, GD philistines

You dropped me off to Kindergarten, left me with strangers to watch other tree, baby

So many kids when there’s no contraception, could have prevented my entry, you see

But I got here, sick as hell, unto death which I need not want, #ItIsDone, artistic deal!

Neither control over forms nor matter, it all rolls down hard, rocky roads of sunshine

I am just a rider on the rocky roads and dreamlike landscape of clouds and starshine

Punks populate the event horizon before the atrophy into the Singularity’s lamp post

Where angels fear to disappear from insight and third eyesight, leftovers for a ghost.

On the rebounds...on the certain death and after-life of the pusherman of the #loverTeens

Engines are hummin’ and the tank of fuel is full of the joy-juice of fools, oh my philistines

Big buildings jumped over like they’re ant structures on a hunk of dust-bunny worm silk

Eggs, sugar shapes of things themselves, marshmallow chicks and bunnies with 2% milk.

Now the jelly beans and malted milk, chocolate covered, dry cow juice to show a holy cavity

Holy teeth with the rot from the Brachs’ and Leaf’s candy barrels of rejects, down in the alley

Thinkin’ it was OK because nobody was on the trash dock, filled our pockets and rode away

Ma and pa didn’t know it, young city boy loose on a 2 wheel bike, free to roam, to be a boy.

Grades and High School done with an A to a downfall to a C minus average student, old G.I.

No draft but a volunteer to join the force of the air in and around the Viet Nam gold superfly

Triangle full of back street jungle’s high and low drugs to change Mother Nature’s lady woe

To be these humans, fending for themselves, all too human, God left lead and gold, fo’ sho’!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 7th, 2019 Anno Domini @ 3:33 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Completely unconscious yet alert and in the sweet spot of the silver lining around the pure golden philosopher stone, although invisible I found It #WITHIN while listenin’ to #PhilosopherStone by VanMorrison #LeadToGold link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

AC/DC - Fly on the Wall & @BillWithers RIP BROTHER

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@U2 #ThereAndThen #WithOrWithoutYou #WhenImKissinMyLove RIP @BillWithers #FootOnTheRcok #ColdBaloney #WhiteBreat & #Mayonaise #RideLikeTheWind @ChristopherCross #PhilosopherStone @VanMorrison

IMMERSED IN STEEL & CONCRETE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, April 6, 2020 

---------------  #KnowNewsAintFakeNews ----------------

Here’s the ticket since you asked, oh no you di’nt, yes you did, you know you’re liars

It’s not your fault though, you just hate to be shamed and punished by the superiors

Silver lining in the cloud is in my holy back pocket, got my yoyo and top too, it’s gold

Backstreets full of naked-ape meat, 208 bones full of soup and stew, gets the kids old.

At the bottom or at the top, the same world ends in the empty void of Space, out of Time

It’s nothing personal just like a virus, it’s a hard road to tread, changing the DNA of mine

Humanity’s gene pool of the acid from the solar system, turning lead into a golden plow

Cow, calf, dog, cat, mule, horse, ox, we naked apes on the hard rock road of here and now.

Distorted thoughts of mutant eggs and sperm, soothin’ the savage beasts, ma & pa’s the sex

Even the orphans without their creators from egg and sperm know the Truth, all too humane

All too human as the great philosopher Freddie said, it’s a go, cease to be the jellyroll defects

Wander the land, every direction is up and down, OVER. Come back good buddy...hssssssss.

Pandemic enhancing H2O and Tiger-Lion burger rare, H.1.N.1 TRANCEDEATHCORE SPLIT

Eating cats, rats, bats and whatever crawls on the ground or on trees, stop it, wash it, eat it

Underneath the beautiful and spectacular plethora of dynamic animation of the bone bags

Homeless with or without wood or stone overhead, a cave or mansion won’t stop the #hags.

Before you annihilate all of the messengers that may be in your own family, sing happy blues

Decide whether or not you’re operating from the a priori Truth or the a posteriori #FakeNews

Either way you’ll die in the end, you have no choice but to follow the path, blowin’ harp above

Here below, surprising at The Ends, silver lining in clouds, alone I searched home, I am Love.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Inspired by the philosopher_stones & #EngineDrone...Bled out from the jugular, after suffering a shallow flesh wound during a solo Escrima kata, all in my own mind, in my head, found the silver lining @ https://youtu.be/3YGPFyhXUws }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WorldOfSense #APlanetAmongMillions #GodsProbablyGoingNowhere #SomebodyHelpUsYeah @BeeGees @HEART @DarylsHouse

HARD ROAD IT IS, UP, DOWN & 86’d

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 5, 2020

------------ @StayinAlive #Forever ------------

No it’s not, it cannot be, it’s over already? I’m not even seventy, I mean eighty and poof bone

Shut down after I worked for thirty years to retire and enjoy vacations, forgetabout it now G

Pensions mean nothing if they don’t send them, Man has taken over the system, I’m all OMG

The Man is always there for us! I know the Man, I am the Man, You’re the Man, I’m all alone.

Caught up in the silver lining and the philosopher stone search, nationwide, worldwide Hood

Always will be until my last breath and my taking the water & turning it into red wino blood

In the alleys where I’ve left everything I’ve written on paper, shredded into strips for kindling

Highlights of the dreams and nightmares in the form of sagas & fables, mine, yours, Aesop's.

Treasures are won and lost, some are even stolen by those who live backward, spelling it Evil

Walking backward with the tribe, the clan, people of the world, of all the nation’s hero ballads

We walk and run down the same roads, we eat and send the refuse downriver to the downhill

Changing scat into pure gold, the elements of animal excrement, the love of living bat salads!

It’s easy come, easy go, it’s all a matter of when and that’s the mystery, look out for The Ends

My philosopher’s stone can’t be inherited, I’m takin’ it with me when I go, I am a holy wraith

All of the lead left here and now has been changed to the shining gold of the minions, my kins

Humans, bats & roaches, virus & bacteria win, Samson bonks Delilah, David kills ol’ Goliath!

Up in the evening, up in the morning, nowhere to lay down where the sun don’t shine, God O

Took care of my mother, father, sisters and brothers, friends & relatives, dead needed dough

Somebody pressed a button and the whole shebang shutdown the engine of creation, I moan

Like a baby in the cradle wanting to eat but can’t because the teat dried up, now you got bone.

by

r j j stephan, i { This one is for my BEST friend! Turned lead into gold. Engine drones. }

c. 5 avril 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33 après le méridien, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted during an #EngineDrone to a #PhilosopherStone & #HITS by VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NowhereSpecial #JustStayinAliveForNow @Venus #PrinceOfThePaupers @PhilosophersStone @VanMorrison @BruceSpringsteen #FaithBetweenOurTeeth #BackstreetsChicagoFreehold #HitMe

GOOD GIRLS, BLURRED LINE HENS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 5, 2020

------  #NoFullHouse just #TripAces ------

The Tea is for Two not the ants, fleas and gnats of the genome, beggars of green eggs & ham

I am One gypsy on the surface of the planet and there’s one in the air and one at sea, 1 & done

Not amigos but necessary conditions for a format to exist in this manner, a form of gods’ dam

Substance of the substratum from the Earth core center of a Life on Earth to a star, my sun.

You rocked and stoned the pebbles into smithereens of viral-cosmic dust, a pinch of salt balls

Never to be hard enough to rock again, soft rock’s questionable too, nobody knows but nature

Nice guys finish last and I was always the first over the goal line, apparently I’m badder y’alls

Good girls can’t handle me, like my ma, sisters and wives, bad girls want gigabytes, pure me.

I get it, I’ve always gotten it but I play possum for the minions to extrapolate their animosity

Dreaming their fannies are all awake, unconscious of Nature, trippin’ on Reality & swag steel

Took a ride in the education K-16 and found Nothing but #BlurredLines of animal rules, Fme

Yeah, I said it good girls, I can’t spell it, know where I comin’ from? Hug my mesmeric DNA!

Fairs and concerts, ball games of children & old, decrepit men who outlive a dark star’s whirls

Just because their mothers and fathers let them play games as children, away from gang ways

Earings and fingerlings of diamonds and sapphires, rubies and emeralds in a full circular jerk

Directionless creator out of humane control but DNA & RNA with code to survive, good girls!

I’ve fought hard and I’ve got scars and tattoos from head to toe, there is no dread of the Void

Been there and came out of It in One piece, still alive, kicking cosmic dust off doomed boots

Now, just #ParkItBeach & get off, a commercial break to be concerned about, empty, dead air

Wealth in the black lead buried in the mountains of planetary X, #GoldenGirls, a divine dare.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 5 aprile 2020 Anno del Signore; @ 1: 111 Ante Meridian; Ora solare Pacifico

{ Simulation presentation with the #GoodGirls this AM #BlurredLines Robin Thicke nasty jam on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yyDUC1LUXSU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?