#BlackHoleSun @ChrisCornell & @NoraJones & @EdgarWintersGroup

GLORY & GUTS FOR GOOD GUYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 27, 2020

--------  #DontStopNow #Pottstown  --------

It isn’t easy for your face to grow the hair nor your arms and legs, it’s easier to go bald

All you had to do in order to get here to the present presence you’ve gained in the fall

There’s no reason for reason or the Earth, moon, Sun, the stars or the cool empty Void

Yet, it is what we’ve got and we’ve got to give it everything we have, no choice to avoid.

Pernicious in life and subtly as silent as a vacuum without a lick of gas, unfold God’s matrix

Completely void of ignorance and propaganda babble of the minions who roll with Hendrix

Monkey men and their women who do what rats and squirrels do, polar bears, lions & fox too

After an infinite number of moments awake inside of the dream, an alarm bell rings for you.

Playing games of chess and charades will get your Time to pass quickly until the end stops

Like it or not, it’s the way it is, live and die maybe happy or sad yet alive for once or karma

What happens next once you find out you are here for this short time, alive genome of pops

When the majors and minors expose the innocent yet talented to the nature of this beast.

To be or not to be a bean or a seed, that’s the question left well answered without sin & hell

My fence is all around me, everything you thought was true is not so, awake to the #Woke

No need for tickets so you jut show up unannounced and boom, you’re under their rooftop

If it’s the Sun Times or the Post or Herald, all’s one answer to every question, supernatural.

Microbes under the microscope appear to be living an entire life of moving about grace’s sin

Whether or not you and I like it is less important than the fact that it’s a necessary condition

Barometers and thermometers measure the pressure and heat or frost, it’s all fairly perfect

For something that bean with the mud, the blood and the beer, a Pandemic polemic sect.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Saturday June 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #KeepPlayinThatRockAndRoll by Edgar Winter Group on WhiteTrash Avenue link @ https://youtu.be/0_6slb5GBok }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FundsDry #WetlandsCool #MidnightOil @VanHalen

FOLLOW A CANARD, M.M.

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 26, 2020

--   W.O.W. ME  --

From San Diego to Manhattan, a riot or hurricane ain’t no way to know what’ll be in any gang

It may be conducive to existence and it may not be, good idea to colonize Mars & a blue moon

For the sake of the species survival, assuming there is no deity who exists prior to a big bang

Puns to break the ice with the keen wit of a surgeon and the steady mind of a following goon.

Whether you like it or not, the trajectory of the silver bullet goes directly into the bull’s eye

Every time I roll the dice, I got sevens and elevens for no good reason at all, just cuz I win

Winning is the only thing that’s important in this life and the next if there is One or any

It’s not my fault if there’s nothing after life and you didn’t believe it, it’s yours, the Many.

Using logic and reason to measure and evaluate the Past, Present and Future, we’re doomed

Not because of anything any human has done or will do but because It must be a Supernova

It is a primary condition for Being in general, a Super nova and gravitational collapse, dead

If I’m wrong about the cosmic repeater called Life and there’s more to it, it’s hidden I read.

Secret books in handwriting that few can read and decipher, not to mention torched libraries

Full of the herd’s ways, fit to survive the doom that’s coming but impossible to arm this God

What’s important to think about while being all too human? Nothing, which makes you nod

Word then there was some flesh and bone, fire, killing life and eating dead things, I’m Ceres.

There’s a part of this joker’s paradise that only the strong can understand, be One with fears

You can’t dwell on inevitable losses and defeats of the past, the only Way’s It, black or white

Stop #Crybaby #FakeMarx for the way you think it should be without a drop of bloody tears

A spoonful of sugar’s about all you need to live in perpetual bliss, rebellion’s genius’ li’l byte.

Are you idiots eating food and driving bicycles and motor vehicles without a license to drive?

If you eat something, where will you have all your friends and followers relieve themselves?

In your yard on a Capitol’s hill, the C.H.O.P. property under siege is my land without ANTIFA

We are coming undercover, you will not see the light coming, close your eyes now, sleep GA!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday June 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Midnight-Oil #WhenTheGeneralsTalk on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mqP61lGsXOM }

GOD IS GOOD!

 

Norma Jeane Mortenson - AKA Marilyn Monroe

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FindingNothingDoing

TRENDING AND TROLLING #FAKES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 25, 2020

---------------------- EMPLOYED ------------------------

Global and galactic trends from fanatic survival of the most fit among the random DNA devils

Angels vacated the premises and left the rabble riff raff to supply the children with holy Evils

From monsters who kill humans, in crashes and fire burns, to become a world’s whirl of swirl

Showing the remnants, footprints and fingerprints of the swirl & whirl of one boy & one girl.

You and I will never know in 500 years what happened to US, 100 years in the ending future

We all must come and go as if we’re days and nights of a swirling lump of dirt, star dusted Ra

Divine globules, smearing the orbital pathways around the sun, like the nucleus of an atom

Electronic blobs to cause friction and the spontaneous combustion to reignite the starlight.

It’ tough being a Dead Star on a pathway to nowhere except around in infinite elliptical ends

Enough just to be aware and awake for a second or century, same result, nothing left in pain

In the matter and in the energy, there’s a feeling like it’s me, yet it’s not, so what’s up wit dat?

On an island in the middle of the ocean, when the water recedes it’s the top of the mountain.

On a moon called Titan, there’s a reason to believe the shroud of mystery over Cosmos is thin

Come rain or come shine, that’s about all there is from the first day to the last, death’s sun sin

China plague will kill you, me and every bat in slant eyed, cosmic chopped suey & a girl scout

Recollect the last time you probably fell asleep, last wink before lights out, it’s all lights OUT!

Peek through the veil and you can clearly see there’s nothing there, besides you, it’s all of It

Blew out of a Nova in the galaxy, created from hydrogen and oxygen, hot rocks and in the dirt

High and mighty or low and weak, it’s all an integral part of the cosmic joke, a fool’s got milk

Criminals and well adjusted retirees and social security elders, armed to wait for the hot #Ilk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 25, 2020 Thursday 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted in utero, during a pandemic and political turmoil only seen by some dead Americans back in the 1940’s & listenin’ to #WhenTheGeneralsTalk by https://youtu.be/OcKcjpSWmm0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouMustBeKidding #YoureNotKidding @PINK #COVid19

PAPER, SCISSORS, WORDS & GODS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 23, 2020

-------------------- #FixedMatrix --------------------

Matrix of a corona, a viral infection alright, no doubt about it, a random blank, black accident

Woke up at the crack of dawn, slept at the last sight of the sun setting in the blank man’s skin

Marked for disaster and romancing with the stone, too hard to get away with it, heaven scent

Convoluted explanations for justification of the indefensible minions, a mortal commit to sin.

I can’t tell you why any of this activity on Earth is happening, a civilized culture of the free

Moments of air breathed into and out from the aerobic tools we know as conceptual analyses

Finding the Truth at the absolute best time, perfect timing just like clockwork, meant to be

A third way down the middle of the road, a path of least resistance to the yin and yang tease.

Mumps, measles, smallpox or H1N1Virus #COVid19 by the simple minds mixe for the trick

To show what it means to cast a spell and watch it appear from absolutely nothing, it’s a kick

In the rear or the front end, either way the point is You and everybody else will try to avoid

To the uttermost echelon of the pit inside your mind and imaginary spirit, an immortal void.

Since the creeps and the fools have emerged and retooled their DNA by a random RNA fizz

Dream turned into reality, sleep turned into the awakening of the only thing that ever was

Beaten the sun’s heat in the shade of the wood and shingles, refrigerated iced cream tricks

Jumping and disappearing over the cliff, only one way out and that’s way down, got my 6?

Pouring over the iced cream sundae, the chocolate and cherries flow like lava out a mountain

Mixin’ & matchin’ rocks, molten in a rolling mass of cool Blackstone gas, so, which way’s up?

Beams of light turn me into absolute darkness and soundless feel and smell and taste of Man

Cause of the first man & last woman and all of them between, dream in a dream, wake TFU!

It’s a matter of random settling on the logical reason for the series of events called our Life

Game or serious business, it all ends the same, dead as a door-nail as if one could be alive

It’s a remote possibility yet still a low probability that life will turn out to be dreaming strife

A punishment for either disobedience of laws or at least a way to jackknife off of a high dive.

Monday through Saturday, the six revolutions make room for the final one, my Sunday best

Looking good as the lord, the gods, the random randos wanted us to be, a phenomenal fest

Party on the backstreets and in the penthouses of the skyscrapin’ Sheetrock, all souls to sing

Thrown up Happy Ending, Adam’s or #CHAD’s forms of anarchy, granite statues of nothing.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, June 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Drafted while watchin’ Nuclear Godzilla vs King Ghidorah | Godzilla: King of the Monsters @ https://youtu.be/5BxqahE0fu8 }

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FictionAintReal #RealityIsGodsCorpse #ItAintMyFault

DOOM & GLOOM IN DRAGO’S ROOM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

-------------------- #Asymptomatic -------------------

It doesn’t matter in the end, it’s not going to be forever and more likely won’t, it’s #SO tense

I want you to jump right on top of this one, put the kibosh on this shot fractured fairy tale

Nobody knows anything, start right there like you never knew that, it will all make nonsense

Am I right or wrong, you know no more than I do, less than the pope or president know.

Begin with courage required to survive surprising my consciousness with your hot Cat legs

How high do those stockings go? Scream and shout, I love ya honey, it’s all of what she digs

I need to move the wheels forward and finish the circuit by the deadline, it’s like a hot halter

Time just exposed its abstract groove only existing in the mind of man, full of Ra’s holy water.

This here is a ghost town that’s left over from the paradise that used to be a hummin’ deep

Nevermore anywhere else but here and when the now ends and it’s just a dream of a creep

Made a world up out of nothing and out of nowhere it comes trying to enlist a #SpaceForce

Whoa now y’all hold up, there’s no way I can commit to the infinite trip to the end. divorce.

The fact is sacrosanct, this is the fact of life, this is what you needed to know 50 years ago

At least you didn’t die before you found out for certain, people do get reaped by the wraith

Then again, right after everyone dies we all come to know the Truth, no Time left for Faith

Dig, for the minions, passin’ on the immortality, soul power over to a Doom & Gloom flow.

For the comedy and the tragedy, the play is played by acting players, all too humane beings

On the outfield, the court, the rink or gridiron, all’s the same, you win some, you lose some

It depends on luck, stamina and strategy, victory occurs at the moment the tide turns to red

All around the coasts, the sea turned red, reflected the algae without a predator, dice rolled.

Serious injuries have resulted from the death of reality, vision inside and outside are the One

Every man and woman on the planet is both a baby and an elder senior, live it up, dying son

Confronting the features of the matrix, every trick in the book that wasn’t written, I’m singin’

Bells ding down below, rung for the kin above grounds, just chillin’ with ol’ Marshall Dillon!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 1300 hours PST

{ Drafted while gorging on Thepinkpanther Tiriolo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ap90npnxZzs & listenin’ to some Tribal Seeds #Gunsmoke link @ https://youtu.be/eb--H-PIclI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TransSubstantiation #WaterIntoWine #InfiniteWining #WINNING @SANTANA

GOT YOUR 6, WHAT’S YOUR 20, EH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 22, 2020

-------- #Shazam & #Isis --------

Fortune and the will to power combine in the matrix for a ride on a silver bullet to nirvana

Where angels fear to go because almost every angel disappears once they’re high on manna

Amazing and unfiltered beats of the bongs’ brothers and sisters, sperm and egg of the gods

On high above atmospheric pressure and gravitational collapses, blown asteroid rock show.

Mercury to Pluto and back down here to the Earth with a moon and a concept for the pawns

Who put the kings, queens, bishops and knights of the castles behind the safe golden dawns

Compared to the alternative, the presence of the state, the things that be live and die in a sea

Disobedience to the powers that be, the commandments of ethics, the good, the bad and ugly.

Pillars of weak-minded proletariat ilk, broken, shattered, obliterated to smithereens to boot

Should have joined the military to defend their country from enemies foreign and domestic

Now they’ve begun the rest of their lives in shameful woe, if they have to go to work it all out

They will just do it, kicking and screaming for relief from their mommy and daddy, so sick!

Bacterial and viral beyond the gods’ wildest imaginations, the spectrum of infrared is dead

Not even grateful because it’s the Way of the Warrior, it must be this Way, there’s no other

Performing the actions of the circus acts as needed, on the ground and sea, in the thin air

Omnipotent devices at our disposal, buttons to push and persuade the Ilk that blue is red.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, June 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Resurrected from thin air and the cosmic debris leftovers, drafted while listenin’ & watchin’ @LoonyTunes @ https://youtu.be/gDfJzSX3uck}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MusterAndDissolve #GetBackJack #DontDoItAgain @SteelyDan

CINDERELLA’S DRESSING

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 21, 2020

---------------------- #Git Git ------------------------

Back home before midnight, Candy-O came from downtown, uptown, it’s unsubstantial scat

For whom it may concern is none other than your own inner self, amiga and amigo in a chat

Recovering from the reproduction of mothers and fathers who never knew their kids, it’s pain

They both died in a horrific wreck on the Five when the protesters ran into the diamond lane.

Loving beautiful species specific disease, the beauty in my eyes, scent of a tragedy, I’m playin’

Outcomes unknown before they’re present on the way to the past, peaking before out of Time

Honey, chocolate, sweet sugar cane and pretty grains of crystal #C6H12O6 all over my chin

My eyes gettin’ tired since I haven’t slept for two days, diamonds on the floor, drop a dime.

Penchant for misconstruing the obvious and the hidden, magic & reality merge into the One

A Word in a spell causes the effect of special event in the matrix of Earth’s revolution in a sun

I faked it and I made it from the bottom to the top in one fell swoop, as an over & easy scream

I had no preconception of any kind, not even an inkling of a notion that Life is but a dream.

Doubts about the nature of human beasts, their short times come and go, gods end my frown!

Zeus’ pantheon days pass one by one, wavy gravy, gravitational collapse of a soul shakedown

Just because it was an iota over critical mass, lost an electron into a nucleic soup of protons

Simple men come from simple women, from their holy wombs invaded by preposterous sons.

It’s gonna hurt little Cinderella but you won’t have pain for long, it’ll subside, hung on a tree

A dress full of the skin and bones that aren’t anywhere anymore, flames were on, up in smoke

Before my very eyes, it appears that what was the beautiful, the good, and a thing itself, me

Looking inside and outside of the skull atop the standing bones, fully accredited mind #woke.

For the love of liberal justice you are deceived if you have arrested your attention like red silk

Those ‘others’ who believe that voting in America is not the way to democracy, so drink milk

Regardless whether or not justice is a ham sandwich or a measurement of right and fake err

Law and order when there is only an anarchist in charge without a rattlesnake head to sever.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, June 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed playin’ #RadarLove by Golden Earring link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11Lj75cjg44&feature=youtu.be }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?