#FourFiveSix #PickUpYoSticks #YouCannotMakeThisSheetUpDown

SANDY DUNES & ADAM’S MAMA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·  Saturday, May 9, 2020

----------------A hella snooze ----------------

Adam at one in a place’s Space where Time itself has run out of ticks, where I am now, here

So I walk alone in the darkness, under the moonlight, from dusk until dawn, creating the beer

In kegs, cans or long neck bottles, all the hops and grain making the alcohol of a mind’s hole

My paperclips have all disappeared from sight, neither on my desk nor on a mind’s eye soul.

If you can see deep into the miracle you cannot believe is true, you’ll know the Truth, all of it

First, you are not alive, you don’t exist on this planet or anywhere else in the universe, awshyt

But the importance of the consciousness of midnight blues of the purple people eaters scrum

No gods left over for the sewer of gravitational collapse, down a rabbit hole into a maelstrom.

UFO on the completed mission for the galaxy and it’s microscopic quarks that roll downhill

Not due to gravity but due to the weight of the thought, the idea, the ghost who runs the kill

Some live to eat and some die to keep the living alive, to be eaten and shat back into the scat

Where darkness and light exchange the photons, neutrons, psychos and sycophants did shat.

Ready to leave the planet’s ground of being? Nevermore, I won’t go, I will recycle to and fro

Gods and the emptiness of the Void, begin and end the whole shebang, I cannot tell a lie, no

It’s the Truth of the Way, it’s narrow and only one way from where you came from, go ahead

Tricks and the fools who perform these acts of contrition, I confess I am asleep in my hot bed.

Particular and general the magic comes and goes in and out of my conscious awareness, jerks

Just because you’ve lived inside of this comic book of divinity doesn’t mean you got the perks

Equality and neutrality are the qualities of a whore house of divine, #FakeNews of demonics

In a tailspin from the hilt of the atmosphere down to the core of being, holy carp, dirty tricks.

Fiction and Reality merge right now, you and I are here and now but soon won’t be, you get it

There’s no other option than complete, utter system shutdown, no soul, no spirit, zero output

Ends are complete, there is no other reason for the state, the reproducing of DNA and a funk

Cosmos’ inn of recycled star dust, burning hydrogen & helium, create elixir O2, I’m so drunk.

Pricks of a needle to inject the opium venom, making your mind swell & not care about scat

Alleys of Chicago, trash cans lined blocks, both sides of the backyards, it’s where I come from

Where I played hoops alone, nobody would play on my blue paint blackboard, broken, I’m fat

Bad-boy rotten apples were the city’s genii, struggled to survive in sand dunes of fake sitcom.

Tragedy that you rock and roll alone when there is a crowd, it’s a necessary condition for genii

Not being one, I assume that’s all the truth about a condition of being all too human, so funky

Amazing to be downtown, full of the junk in my veins, the wind of the city got me way too old

Into the present, back from 45 years, Desplaines to the Highlands’ lotus, loved my fool’s gold.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, May 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to @Vanillafudge #YouKeepMeHanginON on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3ChToIvLRM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Queens666thReich #COVid2019 @SANTANA #SANTANA

WINNIN’ JOKERS SHAKIN’ HANDS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 8, 2020

------------------ #COVID2020 -------------------

Pawns moving slowly, slogging to the Ends they must reach because there’s shots in the bar

Yet there’s nothing to fear other than Fear itself, a @POTUS named Roosevelt declared before

The world’s war started again, fighting for the life of the young men, killing to get all of us

Miracle brings back a healthy state of being, the diseased deceased from other than a virus.

Poking your eyes out after they’ve been dotted by a hundred jabs, right and left hook punches

That is all I could do to help you at the fungus among us, plants, grass, roots of Texas bushes

Got a bead on the target, it’s moving and frequently stopping to smell the air, snortin’ sounds

Antlers still attached to the bull and the herd was far from base camp, backpack out 100 lbs.

It’s a tricky situation, if you don’t know what I mean by now, you’ll never know, two byte Or

That was a long way down the labyrinth to the bottomless, holy reverent One, a son of a beach

Exit stage to the right and never to the left, that’s onstage and there’s no comin’ back encore

Cosmic dust of the commission to collapse the matter into a byte of data, to be delete bleach.

Up and down the same ladder that comes out of nowhere, it leads to the same place in Space

Right in the pocket, buried in the sweet spot of the wood just before a 15 second crowd shout

In a pandemic or after an epidemic the trees and weeds still grow and burn and die, #CeLive

If not you, there would be another and there will be others either way, to breathe in and out.

Derby’s almost over when lights dim and you see the curtains fall on the stage, what the hay?

No way, I’ve got thirty or forty years left until I’m a hundred, one of the trophy winning idiots

Don’t you know who I am? It’s been a topic of idle conversation in empty circles, OK yeah?

Jokers reside within my conscious multiple personality, fragmented by the LSD’s microdots.

This ain’t a joke? You must be kiddin’ yourself then ‘cause I’m laughing so hard, I’m weeping

I am an honest and innocent man, being accused of lying and being guilty of original singing

Absconded DNA from minions, played games in programming, calculus’ loved a red hot oven

Bewitched to exist here, now, where I come from, it’s why they ain’t here, a loser’s cool coven.

Dust and lust down in the same matrix, makin’ morons and more of them than ever before

Since the first microbe, first micron, the last macrobe has come to be, winning with chagrin

It’s not what it was before today, it’s what it is now and what will be, no freedom, no choice

But to be or not to be aren’t the only questions, there’s one in tact, “Is Fear phuqyn’ wichou?”

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Inspired listenin' to #Winning in a loop Devadip Carlos Santana https://youtu.be/0FmPg4lrBKc }
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Bandito #OSoloMio @WARtheBand @CCR @WillSmith #Alladin @TinaTurner @TheBeachboys #LostConcert

MIND AS WELL GO PANDEMICAL
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 7, 2020

Your way of doing things is all programmed into your enculturation’s drilling K-12

One mindful way of causing order in the middle of chaos, to be or not to be is a joke

Nothing matters more than living healthy lives on Earth, this is all there is to them

Wisemen and High Priestesses know that the Truth is, reward comes post mortem.

It’s a boondoggle and a harbinger of things to come, before your last breath, hiccup

Whatever there was before you were born, it’s not here anymore, the matrix is caput

Dreams within the dream are turning into nightmarish daymares, all done, yikes!

Will you slide into home spike flyin’ high to weaponize your size 16” steel spikes?

History not made, future momentary lapses of reason may or may not be any kissin’

It may be caused by random collisions of particulate matter at events we’ve not seen

Punks and fools are good to eat for the masticating dragons waiting at a dining table

For the raw or barbecued meat from the 208 bones of each form, satellites or cable.

Curb your lack of enthusiasm before the Earth quakes and you fall deep in a hole

You will feel what that feels like when your understanding of reality takes its toll

Telling your children from birth through adulthood that you know anything, wrong

Right leaning conservative in a political environment of a mirage, sing sing a song!

I got some #FakeNews for you, this is the world at war, minions won’t know, you just a fool

Too late is just in time for what needs to be done, it’s a supernova in Holiness’ cess’ pool

Just because the rock spun and rotated around the star’s hood, as instructed high & low

Amen for the ones who wait for the Word, So Be It, open wide for the climax, you swallow!

Cocked and loaded in defense of the offenders and innocent offspring, the know nothing gods

About the fact that everything on Earth will cook, eventually, without the gods’ sinsin breath

Imperial kings & queens, czars & dictators, presidents & Horde warlords, all of ‘em at odds

Just because they think hot women are so pretty, the tribe endures battles to the Ends, death.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, May 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the mighty The Original WAR Band on youTube links @ https://t.co/uObA1ero7Q?amp=1}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MatterAndTheMaterialGirl #ChicagoCubs #MLB NLCS 2016 vs. L.A. Dodgers

BALLS WERE FOUR, YANKEES WIN*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 7, 2020

------  #NoSportsMillionaires ------

Peers will not review the sacrosanct since their opinion makes no difference to the End Game

World cracked down the axis through the north to the south poles, soul all wound up in Time

Captains and pawns movin’ on the same keyboard, the same chessboard, reading a fool’s list

All for the One who we believe is the First Cause of the planets of the solar system’s sun-kiss.

Infants from zygote to a hundred revolutions around this One sun, our God in our hearts

Unseen and occult like in a secret vault where nobody including everybody, plays their parts

Acting as if it’s a play book for the tiny points of light even a blind human could ascertain

Not only are we lucky to have gotten to be a living thing without our mothers, not an amen.

In the darkness or blazing, blinding light, all of that is the guidance to see it’s Nothing hits

No other choice but to use the human intelligence infused common sense of muddy fellows

It’s all there is, down south and up north of a Mason-Dixon or the equator’s wobbling axis

Two sided precious offspring don’t need to understand, exactly what It is, a nobody knows.

You and I have not seen either the origin or the final moment of existence of Earth, so sad

But what can you and I do, just to know it is all you can do, now we know, burn out the day

And the night, time after time, one by one up to the final dawn before the last flower bed

Just a rolling stone formed into a heavy granite slab formation, shaped as if God was dead.

Uptown Yankees walk in without the Trip, they win the ship, Event Horizon’s downfall

Down to the bottom of the rabbit hole, to sextrapolate is more than a dream to be the dirt ball

Dangling my participles makes me feel special, like I’m in on the scam rules, also people died

They’ve been dying for centuries, millennia as if it’s meant to be but it’s a retro accident ride.

by

r j j stephan, i

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

*How Yankees got their name, an historical record @https://www.theoleballgame.com/how-did-the-ny-yankees-get-their-name.html & listenin’ to my radio station link @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricos-favorites-radio-693414583/

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Fiddlesticks #Pickupsticks #Nunchuckas & #Blackbelts

BUT WAIT, I’M WORDUP TRIPPIN’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 6, 2020

----------- #StraightUpTripping ------------

Just for a second I thought I saw you in my dream but it was only me in the guise of a ghost

It made no sense and I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening but I knew it was a dream manup

I could not stop it from going on and on as if it would never stop when it was time to wake up

So, I just waited until the alarm went off on my digital clock on the night stand, here’s a toast.

Wake up call for the unawakened boys and girls, men and women, clergy and flocks in a tow

From sea to sea or up to the tip of a mountaintop, nowhere viruses go all dressed to the nines

Or out whichever way is expedient & most likely to generate success at survival, to be the flow

Alternative to eating supper is being breakfast and lunch for the mighty of claw and canines.

On top of the flow, skimmin’ downstream to the sea where the surf blue meets the green sea

Up and down the rain rises and falls ad infinitum, just because that’s the way it’s always done

Full down in pools on the ground of being, evaporation and cloud formation force vapor tea

Smells like fresh dirt after a quick rain shower wets the concrete and steel, smells like foam!

Relatives of your enemies are mine too but they be my kin, cousins, brothers, I cannot comply

Therefore, I either got your back or my kin’s back regardless of their misguided allegiance fly

Enemies just a word for people who are jealous of you or what you’ve attained via karma stats

Of mice and men & all the rest of the vibrant, vital animations of matter, mind of wombats.

Compared to what? This here and that there, one way or the other, theoretically speaking now

If the world is finite then why do finite beings exist on it, it seems finite beings need to chillax

If they don’t then it’ll be intensive care or the morgue in the future once a ticker ceases a gun

Trippin’ past the Event Horizon to a stretch of Singularity, ceasing to be just a sleeping nun.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 5-5-2020

{ Jammin’ & rockin’ to this while watchin’ the #SideShow & rockin’ to Van Morrison in Ireland VanMorrison #Wavelength on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DhHfcrOwBas }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CinqueDeMayo #PastTimeMercyNoMore #SpacedOut #GroundedInSixG @CSN @MarshallTuckerBand @RoyOrbison #TellItLikeItAint

5, FIVE, TWO OH TO OWE

CONTINUITY DISCONTINUED, TO DYE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 5, 2020

-----  #TrainRanOutOfTracks ---  SEE?   ------

Pills of chemical dissonance for me and the brothers and sisters who were born stone free

Freedom wasn’t free though, everybody sang and talked about it every hour, all of it to me

Especially the poison leftovers of the messy animals and bacteria that populated the dream

Inside of the silly matrix which causes dreams to come from Nothing and return to the R.I.P.

Indeed, it’s all she wrote and that was the finale of the stage play, daddy’s childproof of #me2

Mama didn’t know what wouldn’t hurt her but she would have been very, very hurt fandango

A party to die for which in fact is the ticket to ride down to the Hades below dirt, hot core fire

Nothing done for in the middle of nowhere, it’s evolving from a burn to a frozen ice cap, Sire!

Deathtraps from the first step out of the womb into the sun you never see until it’s too late elf

Main Street and Broadway are closed man, the I-5 and the LIE are closed for my Way, my ilk

Compared equations to one another, centuries apart and the song remains the identical Sum

Out of our hands, countrymen and forces of liberty reduction, y’all know who y’all are, Come.

In the organ and in the horn, the melodies and lyrics bring you back to the origin, maybe not

If you only knew what was really going on under your feet, you’d probably scream or lose #It

Nothing you did to deserve It, it’s like a Time warp of aliens only they’re US, Mr Poe forsooth

Sit down and have a drink with me, relating to the glory days, bad boys gang-bangin’ project.

Ghetto might be the projects on the southeast side of the city or the shanty hovels in the #Sip

Either way you’re born for no reason and you make up reasons to survive as you go and skip

Along the sidewalks, the blacktops, the highways, freeways and byways of the fools on a hill

Near the old watchtower where the boys and girls used to go to play house, girls got their fill.

You can always get what you need when there’s no pandemic challenge to the species survival

Only the strong survive and the weak leave their DNA in the quicksand of the eternal spit ball

Mud, blood and beer created and dissolved the mean, evil men and gave the good girl a shot

At the boy of her dreams who she could live with, by and for the rest of the days of life’s root.

Debunked and slammed to the canvass in a battle of silicon robots, won my way down valley

All I need is a shot of plastic extrusion right into my mainframe’s hard drive, who’s got a key

For the lock to your world is air tight, nothing right or wrong with the origin of the red splat

It just happens, can’t you see the spilled milk, it made me Dye death black, I am all of that!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, cinqo de mayo, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Marshall Tucker Band #CantYouSee in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5KaAOrjKVJI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FishInTheNet #CantCatchWhatsAlreadyCaught #ThrowBacks @WhiteyFord #Everlast @BobDylan #TheGodfather

SHELTER OUT OF PLACE, HUMANE!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---- #RunninFullThrottle #PedalToTheMetal ----

Better to me than I was to myself but it just didn't fly more than a few decades, It’s caput

On the rocks for the sake of knowing that you’re gonna die and haven’t accomplished it

Whatever that was when you were a teenager, the It hasn’t panned out & time’s wasting

Fake news and fake memories of things that never happened, somewhere over a rainbow.

By the curbside where a flying balloon lands just past the cornfields, Iowa or Nebraska husks

Where you’ll find the sweetness before the bitter ends, makes you cry to let it all go bye-bye

But then again, if you analyze the situation, you have no idea why you’re here anyway, to fly?

Up and down the mountains, downstream to the seas and on to the rain clouds’ rainbows high.

For the sake of sanity, you must play the hard rock with the classical notes of a million scales

Cryptic thoughts tied up in the arpeggios and chords from the angelic realm, above or below

Mean streets of only one way from the origin to the ends, it’s the only way to go, no free wills

On being all too human with crazy talkin’ control over the planetary orbit, lunatic WW5 kills.

In a position to rock the boat being the captain isn’t the brother you thought he was, no way

Not a moment will pass from now on to the last breath, when you forget the ruins, old homes

The way it was is the way it’ll never be again, nothing to do with the blaming herd’s immunity

Just the way it was is not the way it’s gonna be, space & time will tell if we’re phuqng gnomes!

Throw a mask on your face and it will make you feel invincible to the invisible lovers of DNA

Bad boys’ evil RNA to perform #TheBusiness on our kids & old ladies, the gods are on furlow

Like little babies in the cradle, we let the bugs run rampant up an down their legs and minds

For the sake of the Eagles among us, at least there’s the carrion left on ground zero, oh hero!

OK, now let’s roll, who’s in charge, take us to your leader, there’s only One in charge, don’t lie

I know when your nose gets red and you want some alcohol to drink or maryjane to cover fate

There it is, you’re ripe and ready now for the Truth, it’s been said before, what soul is all about

Doom n’ gloom go boom, darkness’ dirty, dark kings in check, the queens’ are at War to mate!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 4th, 2020 A.D. #AFifthOnTheFourth #MayTheFourthBeWithYou #AsYouWere

{ drafted while listenin’ to some nonsense from RobertZimmerman1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hUvcWXTIjcU & https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo & Bruce Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/BNwpbW0wCAI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoIsHiding #VirusInPlainSight #NowhereYetEverywhere #Maskup on your #Makeup @LosLonelyBoys @ArtieShaw

CLOSURE EVENT HORIZON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---------------  #WaitAndSee #NFW -------------

My down is not my up and the end is not my beginning, extreme unction for the soothing pie

Humble innards from the depths of psycho perception of the dream within a dream, pre-post

Presence of the people in the motels and hotels that used to be empty, now homeless camps

In your city and in your towns of fat bastards and crazy, cruel bitches with feelings, ya Bums!

Who am I to say? A visit a few thousand years ago and we dropped off some of our used fuel

Now, here y’all are, as they say down south, that’s fine but the evolution is beginning to fail

It’s not because there’s any evil will to become extinct, it’s built into the program, to prepare

It the inevitable and some of the most profound wisdom of the DNA, you’ve procreated hair!

The carrion are the carriers of the hair which in turn is the breeding ground, viral & bacterial

Rocks left over from Big Bangs and/or the illusion of being in a dream you can’t awaken from

Close in on the Singularity because there is an inevitable collapse of the Event Horizon into 0

Why we all got an outside chance to breathe in the hot and cold winds of change, don’t know!

Uncertainty is a certain principle that cannot erode during time, it’s an abstract, sacred vapes

Policy to hear the words and comprehend the essence of grunting sounds of hot, naked apes

Deep Space & Time pussyfooting Truth, you remember it all, the day before God’s conception

Here and now, at this spot in Time, there’s Nothing, quest complete, to divine err, it is done!

Pumped the lights from the ultraviolet and infrared region of the burning stardust into a shell

Packed it with the powder of fireworks to send it as far as it could go in an outer space of hehl

Dubious to be one of the many concerned with all but the One but there it is, old man & a sea

It’s what happens if you don’t die young, you get to speculate about the promise of eternity.

Saved from an edge of the twilight zone, all ghosts’ hands on the funky deck, mother’s milk

Nobody can find us and nobody will until UFOs return from the Ether of #DiamondAndSilk

Bloody & without any hint of heartbeats, y’all get what ya paid for, get specific to the generals

Mic’d up for the mass, celebrating the death dancin’ cancer of God, risen from a rotten grave.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Waiting for my 5th on the 4th of may, may the 4th be with you though, I ain’t no hater, but well.... wrote this while listenin’ to @ArtieShaw #HornUp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GsiKy_H1KUM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllThereIs @Santana #EverythingIsNothingAtAll #StringTheoryAndYourLittleArse

HIDDEN MOMENT, SWEATY BALLS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

--- #TimeWaitsForNobody #TimeIsOut ----

Fairy tales cannot come true, even if you have a fairy who delivers upon demand, acts of Will

Intention to do what needs to be done at any given time when opportunity arises to break bad

We all do what we gotta do, under pressure or not, nothing really matters in Mariana’s trench

All you are you take with you as you leave your nest of Ma & Pa, you’ll use the good wisdom?

Perfection of the mutated genetic matter not only was impossible, it’s an impossible fool’s act

Recombining the DNA from species-specific coupling will edge toward extinction, life’s effect

Or the Facts of Life which are, girls and boys grown become mothers and fathers, good & bad

Not just some men and women but Everyone, there are no exceptions to the Rule, so, so sad.

Today cosmic stew flew right past an infinite series of burned out stars, looking like planets

Wait! What? Those are burned out stars just like all of the rest, they burn & burnout dumb

Nothing new or special about that, infinite time is a series of eating, bird, cow & veal cutlets

Minimum wages will get you to survive in a hostile environment but you need a mate/chum.

Exploration of the world as we know it is disregarded when we go to sleep at night or we die

Nothing including your entire life and career full of memories of the good, the bad and ugly

Miraculous things realized and for a very important reason, miracles are symbolic of a secret

You know like I know what happened before or during the #BigBang, Bam now you know!

Unified laws and general theories, relativity’s categorical imperative, you lived, you’ll die high

Nothing other than that is certain, Dr. Heisenberg’s principle erased the gods, less One’s flip

My true self has nothing to do with my mother and father in the flesh, an entropic soul’s sigh

Utter domination of Alice bytes lost in #Wonderland’s Black Hole, I am as I willed to be, Zip.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Drafted during a lecture on #BlackHoles by Leonard Susskind- The father of String Theory How many bytes of information in a black hole can a guy fit into a bar? link on youTube #IncreaseTheMass #FireItUp @ https://youtu.be/2DIl3Hfh9tY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StrummingMyDrum #BeatingMyAxe #SuckingMyHorn #CreepersOfJeepers #LostAllTreasureInTheWar #StolenValor #BeastsOfBurden

HEY, WHO’S IN THE PIT OF HADES?

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 3, 2020
----- #SpiritsAndGhostsMating -----

Don’t be square just because you think that your mama and papa watchin’ #Taco ‘toons

They are watchin’ you be happier than they ever were with these fools & business goons

It moves forward and backward like the tides, going out and coming in, woe is a toolman

No half steppin’ up to the bar, It is open and the drinks are on me, I think I can, so I can.

Dirt down and up the skirts not because it’s Earth or maybe it is, dirty and gettin’ on down

From the hearts and souls down to the depth of the core, bottoms look good in a low gown

A walk and a smile is what it took to complete the species’ mission, all hands on deck, ma

You’ve got no choice, sweet honey drippin’ in a free will of inheritance, serving the masta!

Marauders and thieves get hung with the savior, forgiven for their being all too humane

Women love the men and men return the favor, abuse, misuse and disrespect, just mean

Called me mean man, me? I ain’t mean, I’m forceful and don’t take static, I am so rude

Nothing personal to be in solid self defense, it is what it is, cash and booze flow, I am good!

Food in your face, money in my hands, all of that and more besides, I know, I am what I am

You are whatever you happen to be, comin’ out the Earth just like me, you’re no alien Adam

Grandsons and nephews of Eve, rattling and shaking the cages, spaghetti or iron, all the same

Now and then, we disagree about the undeniable, hilarity at it’s best, peculiar End game.

Bones, all 208 of them, crunched into pants, shirts, socks, shoes, hats, gloves, covered chesty

Not only because it’s cold but because it attracts the copulation force’s need to let it all bleed

From the fingertips to the toes and back up to the crown of the skull, brain powered mind feed

Grooves and moves until one last jacked up huff and puff, myriad of ghosts go to war’s kitschy.

Accomplishment and wasted Time all the same, you can’t take these figments of mind home

Nothing outside this Earth is named, none of it is anything but blown gas/dust under a dome

Great escapes while dancin’ dirty, gettin’ down below the limbo broomstick, fallen angel dust

Won battles in the war, kept a treasure trove of trouble, my Valor’s stolen, Die? All we must!

Out of high school, war broke out, volunteered to avoid the freezin’ cold draft for rice patties

Dodged bullets and shrapnel from the beautiful bombs that made the oriental rice danm holy

Words form from the linguistic static all around, radio, TV, infrared, all for One UV, a photon

We’re born, mixed from the deep ground up, dirty danced with stars now, I’m a 7th son’s sun!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, May 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Out the middle of nowhere, It comes in and It goes out, listenin’ to the Steve Winwood #BadBusiness #RollWithIt tune LOOP-hooked the link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotRamrod @StevieWinwood @EricClapton @BruceSpringsteen

FIDDLESTICKS & BAM, A RIMSHOT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 3, 2020

---- #FindRomance #SeeYourChance ----

Like blown candles in a whirlwind, ya gotta find time for It all, Timing is in fact, everything

A matter of the atomic structure of starstuff, subatomic and evolutionary progression of drat

Recollected rejected, #UAP used to be #UFO, Unidentified Aerial Phenom, Star system’s fat

Bottom line is It’s got absolutely nothing scientific in It other than a beginning song to sing.

Something moved and here we are, the result of a massive collision between space & matter

Causing the Time you get to spend in the middle of nowhere without a clue, a prison debtor

Buy things to use and then the credit needs to be repaid, the joke is on you, got no street cred

Anybody that doesn’t comeback with the original loan and interest soon will be free & dead.

Funky foreign people running numbers for the overloads, it’s all comin’ down, straight to hell

I’ve got all of the marbles and I own the game and the place it takes up in space, under you all

Of and by and for the people is a quality of unknown proportion to the ignorance, ring a bell?

From the queen’s mean, thin lips and the king’s cold, hairy legs a decree has become this Ball.

Inventing the wheel wasn’t as easy as it looked to the women and the incompetent whiners

I knew and only you knew like I know, the mind and the body work together for 100 years

Sometimes more means less but not always, sometimes less means more, morons & idiots

Other times, it’s exactly like what’s said and what’s written, true or false ideas of patriots.

Situation unknown, of the mice and men leftover for the holocaust’s dank presence, phuqs

It cannot be undone, there are no do-overs for you, me or God the invisible One, aw shucks

Stood up waiting for my date on the #TiltAWhirl but I blew it anyway, I tilted a fake world

Meaning of formations of atomic Matter here and now, accidentally is a momentary canard.

Roads to perdition have been paved and walked upon for millennia, I spooned with blinders

In the feather or water bed, the song remained the same, it always will for #10 bean counters

Miracle is the day you were conceived to the happiness of being in ecstatic embrace with One

Faded to the whites and blacks, a bad business pandemic liquidation of the smokin’ hot Fun.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is MarilynMonroe the candle in the wind, per Captain Fantastic, the Elton John Experience https://youtu.be/NoOhnrjdYOc

 

c. Dimanche, May 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

 

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWithIt & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?