#NaNaNaNa #NaNa #Goodbye #SoulsignShine #GTHOOH

 

WHAT IN THE INTERCOURSE DID  YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?

It gets a bit complicated when you're sippin' Tennessee whiskey but Memphis paid me in full

Pension beats the best airline on Earth just for spending 23 years makin' the billions for a bull

No bears hibernating and waiting for another Time, another Space because this is It, I'm a One

No other will ever do, just the one I see, the one I hear, taste, smell and touch, that's the fun.

Dead air between the lines of brevity and longevity, under the house of the rising, setting sun

I'm one, we're all one like it or not, know it or not, the fact remains, fathers are all One, done

As if it always was this way before the sun pulled a supernova disguised as a black hole buddy

We can't know anything, we guess everything, educated or ignorant, nothing but blind lucky.

Ball & chain given to the prisoners of this war in the air and on the ground of supreme beings

Male, female are designated creations of an evolutionary matrix, designed for mitotic division

From down in Mississippi to up in the Saskatchewan territory of the mud, blood & craft beers

Gone under the bridge & flew over a closed, cuckoo nest, London bridge fell down in the NYC.

It was alright with me, sometimes OK with you, hell & heaven split apart a fool's womb scree

In the bowels' deep well of empty space where you can't go and see in the dark, a holy place

No light because the fire has been extinguished by the thing itself, creation disintegrated me

Top spun in counter-revolution & a yo-yo walks the dog, rocks a baby in a cradle, loses a race.

T'was all about the faith, hope & charity you heard from mentally challenged words of a Face

Income of power returns outflow & sublimate the mass of animation, I hunt like a polar bear

Blind priests & mullahs weave the yarn into their ticket to paradise, to Valhalla, to deep Space

Corpses getting down with this jigsaw of multiplicity, mixed up with stardust, it's all Dead Air.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, September XVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Contaminated the pure vision with this gift from above or below, either way, link to the @BadCompany #ShootingStar & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FJTSmLqg6iE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MarsSpirits #LifeOnEuropaIsAnOctopus #YoureGoingDown

 

HUMANITY AND THE RUBY RED LIPS OF ENTRY, INTO THE VOID, THE END
I knew there would be a time when nothing would make sense before I died, come on cuz, yoyo
It's all over, I know the Truth about the final destination of all of y'all, alright, alright, alright lo
It's not for me to say or imply that nobody knows anything, maybe a king or high priestess does
But probably not in fact, hardly a chance in hell below, where we're all gonna go, that's the buzz.

First class seats on board the first flight out of the stratosphere and back again in a day, I embed
Gravity's addiction to Earth's pull, a grave in the ending moment, 100 years & caput, you're dead
Not because you hate life but because that's Life, it's what all the people say, chewin' the hot cud
Shot down in the days of May, when the Earth begins to tilt toward the hot star, sprouting a bud.

Conditional premises lead to rational deductions which in turn lead to commands, to law of man
In order to control the waking hours of the progeny of the poor, the rich and the famous, God ran
Away from Earth, from Earth's solar system, the galaxy and the entire universe, God's collapsing
But why?  Because atoms attract one another and repel one another, in due time's happening.

Scientists blew it & fused it, caused molecular & atmospheric cancer of twilight zone nightmare
Coming to Jesus is to collapse an angelic choir from no place at all here or now into a microdot
Can't see it with naked eyes but an electron microscope makes it all comprehensible, know a lot
Dream is indeed one within another, ad infinitum, no stakes to settle, make mine medium rare.

Being supreme or inferior has nothing to do with the efficacy of abstract thought, ain't no cure
What it does have something to do with is a personal identification with a fake driver's licensure
Mercury to Pluto our sun's matter scattered 360 degrees around it, zillions of pounds of TNT boom
All are out and the story is told and climaxed, human nature remains, high me, tokin' in the room.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{  Cracked out of my split brain while listenin' to #TheFiveRootRacesOfMankind on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uZ6ygwavlHY }
<3 <3 <3

#RearAdmirals #FrontGrunts

LET’S ROCK AGAIN, KNOCKIN’ YET *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 6, 2020

----------------------   A O K ---------------------

Your guess is as good as mine, I’ve no idea, two out of the three of us know, a bleed we feared

Grandpa and pop both got to the pearly gates, so to speak and either winked and disappeared

Else they entered and discovered that all communication nets with Earth’s last gasp of breath

Since the age of reason and the extreme unction blessing of wounded soul mending to death.

From zero to ninety nine, days either begin to move quicker or else, I’m havin’ too much fun

So many things to do, from playing chess games to grooming frozen souls for knockin’ boots

Of suffering good, bad and ugly feelings for family and friends, lovers and enemies I’ve spun

All of the many are innocent pleaders for the mercy they’ll never get when payback is afoot.

Dug for gold and got the oil that runs the land, air and sea, all in the deep pocket of kings

Queens take what they can and poison the ilk that would prevent their domination of things

Hearts broke to pieces and buried under the wound’s jagged scar, to recollect the scenario

Inseminated conception, gestation, mutation of the generation to be or not to be a cheerio!

Feed the pigs and kill the Nazis so that the Chosen Ones may flip-off the holy bird’s N-word

In this dream or the one you’ll know when you die, color and noise are unseen by a wild herd

Comfortable without feeling a thing, nothing but empty darkness, sliver of light in a blue iris

In another flash of alternating, spinning whirl of confusion, it dawns on you, know what it is?

Adore y’all but before I bid adieu, it’s incumbent upon me to atrophy my genome DNA son

For all the right reasons you will be rewarded with good vibrations, vibes from the heavens

Florida keys or Hawaiian isles are my destination with or without you, no never without me

Kokomo and Montego, Kauai dreamin’ of the flower contact high, blown far out to the sea.

Blinded faith in the knowledge and the power to be wise and aware that death is in the wings

I didn’t make it up, don’t shoot the messenger, get your affairs in order before fat lady sings

Many guys have loved you baby, I’m just one of the many but I am the One you’ve waited for

Here and now, then over there, whatever it takes, even if I’m a stiff, I win, got the high score!

I swung along with the sing a-longs just to get a date and see if your sugar needed stirrin’

Or down the road knockin’ boots, just me and you, doors shut, cut lights, boots knockin’

Whiskey and smokin’ Lucky Strikes until midnight brought us between the silken sheets

Reasonable yet irrational at one and the same time, impossible to contradict the 6 shots.

I roamed the roads ‘til dawn just drivin’ around the lake, lookin’ for trouble in a holy bubble

Taking it all down with me, I never wanted to do it but I did, I moved first, I drew and I shot

He forgot to lock and load his piece so I helped him out with that when I buried him in rubble

No sheriff, no Jesus H down at the bottom of It, 5. 4. 3. 2. 1, devil’s drink in my hand, it’s hot!

by

r j j stephan, i * Header is me, my pops Albert & his pops my grampa #BigAL! #BootsNeedKnockin’

c. Dimanche, Septembre 6th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:88 PM PST

{ Jammed while listenin’ to #GoodVibes & HITS of Chris Janson #FullCupUnspillable on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hNRJjDm2sQE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoneAndForgotten #NoProblemo #WakeTheFemaleDogsUp #GoStraightToHehl

WOKE SOULS EAT THE BOGYMEN!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, September 3, 2020

***** boots need knockin *****

Woke up in the middle of the daymare you can never see first hand, it’s deep inside my dope

Frozen freaks and spectacular perfect forms of the way men and women used to be, you see

It’s not a matter of me or you liking what it’s always been or what it’s gonna be in a century

All Jose Cuervo tequila and black jack down my gullet and through my nervous system hope.

This pathos and comedy should keep you and I wide awake 24/7 but we’ve gotta get shut eye

#18 hours every day, 24 hours of data broadcast into my cerebral cortex to become a 3.14 pie

In geometric progression from your lips that the unmoved movers of the things themselves

Substance involves the atomic and sub-atomic, prefabricated Void of the Origin of Fire elves.

Compared to nothing on Earth and everything in Heaven, you and I are huge cogs in the mix

Killers and eaters of the dead things, plants and animals, sometimes ourselves in hard times

White, yellow, brown & red men used to run the show with religion’s blind faith, nomo nomo

Now and from here on out to the end of the species and our solar system, what will be will be.

As if there’s a reason to be alive, to survive every day knowing that everyone will, we’ll all die

Some in our sleep, some in pain until loss of consciousness and some just after a sand pound

Like the atoms collide, people and every other animal on Earth collide, tryin’ to stick around

Awaken to darkness or blazing light, a matter of Earth’s wobbling revolution, fly maggots fly.

You, know nothing yet claim to have knowledge you cannot divulge, just throw it in the truck

On philosophy of living and dying on the surface of a spinning, wobbling mass of dead rock

Why the accident of life happened in the first place and when the trip ends, hey y’all let’s talk

Fundamental origin leads to the inevitable chain reaction of the invincible, imaginary phuq.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, September 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Allman Brothers Band link @ https://youtu.be/r82i-RPzIwc}

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KillingTimeAndSpaceInAWhiff #CircleTheSquaresWithTriangles #EmptyDrinks? #FillerUP #PREGO

JUST ‘CAUSE YOU THINK, PREGO!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 12, 2020

------------  #UseAPronoun ------------

It’s a matter of a Trinity of souls merged into One big ball of confusion, an atomic cornucopia

Bursting bubbles of empty conceptual formulations, nothing to see, nothing but the hot licks

Nobody hears or comprehends the conceptual analysis of the good and evil of Life, a panacea

Here and now or there and then, everywhere all the time, I Am all there is, it’s not for #kicks.

Sort of a punishment/reward system for the sons of the gods to convert ignorance to wisdom

Peeking out from behind the curtain, a stage is set and the play has begun, it’s all gonna come

Before you know it, before I can tell you the whole story, it will be over like it was never here

Nobody can be around when the entire essence is revealed, a Mind, a Brain, a Man or a Bear.

Claws to climb the trees and to kill the enemy, sharp as razors, I am weaponized, I am Man

You are whomever you’ve found yourself to be, lucky you can even read this, must be a fan

Kidding but not really, all fans have expired, they’ve run their course, forgot what they said

To revolve into the vortex of wind sucking and blowing the dirty, flamboyant Id’s deadhead.

A viral odoriferous whiff of a viral RNA that attaches to human DNA, caused by Woman, Sam

Both have the blame, the nature of humanity will be extinct in due time, in due space of I am

Where nobody on Earth will ever find the link to a moment everything dies in a NY moment

We are the monsters we are afraid of, we can’t live with or without, the DNA of the dormant.

How many pills times one hundred years can you swallow? 1000 every year, 100,000 is all

Oh my God or gods or goodness, that’s a lot of pills in a hundred years but just a way to Be

Just to stay alive and ambulatory rather than dead and buried or in any case, pass the ball

Inside a ball of confusion, a reality you neither asked for nor created, you accept the sun/sea.

Nothing greater than the Ends of the Means at the end of the road, all sharp points are moot

Conclusions from propositional logic still make sense but in the End, in the Omega deep root

Nothing’s left to be, all of the atoms and molecules of the gas, liquefied or solidified is all I am

Nonsensical illogical conclusions reasoned from false assumptions’, plumes of flimflam Man.

My eyes have it but what It is, only God knows. orange tailed 707 flyin’ higher than God’s fun

It all comes into view when the world presents itself and allows anyone to mount it’s mound

Coconut, chocolate and four almonds is all I need to take you down, to the dentist’s patience

One of these days Alice or Betty, Alex or Pedro are going to die and then they’ll see our skins.

There was a morality or ethical theory that obligated doing things to others, to be or not to be

Just because it was Right was not enough to control the raw animal within, the hunger sings

Tunes, melodies for everyone with or without ears to hear, vibrating minions making livings

Just because you’re used to seeing the liberty of doom on the horizon, dead and gone is free.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, July 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MonaLisa $antana1000000 https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatWouldYouDoIfYouDidNotDoWhatYouDid ? #GodKilledYourMaAndPa

VIRAL CORONA, ALL FALL DOWN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 9, 2020

-------------  #ReadyToFly? -------------

Excuse the moronic idiots for producing and directing the FBI show on a putz’ shaky ground

No band-aids or iodine can heal the wounds and scars of the minions who rule by the #Mob

Prowl the roads and byways for orphans and runaways from broken souls of the home-bound

In fractions of a century, we live and die for no reason at all, poor evil, rich good, all will rob.

Howling at the moon will not do a human much good but if you are food, predators will come

Hungry for the way to stay alive in the middle of green or concrete jungles, a hero and a bum

You will see what you’re meant to see for your own good, work off your own karmic crazy glue

Responsible for the actions and thoughts you have because it’s what you’ve been told to do.

Common knowledge and the power of experiential wisdom will not buy immortality, oh well

Not much you can do about that but you can attempt to survive in the hostility of the shrills

Chaos and mayhem reign on your parades down the main streets and monkey shine #Hell

Anarchy or monarchy will NOT coexist on the same planet, negative cancels positive skills.

Where to the idiots and morons go to K-12? Where did they get higher education? Greece?

Not likely since they may have learned something from pre-Socratic philosophy on It, Peace

Madre and padre to mend wounds of the scrapes and scratches of their progeny’s thin skin

Any shade of pale, blue and darker than purple, ultraviolet infrared radiation, suck it all in!

Get this straight, get off of your high horse, you don’t even ride y’all, now let us all get down

To brass tacks of the notion that Nothing Matters at all, I don’t mean pandemic ghetto clown

It’s in the country and in the city, this is a microcosm of any solar system, irreverent collapse

Dreaming of the civilization without the #TruckingTraffic, no #ToiletPaper, extinction lapse.

Gang bangin’ the concrete and asphalt until the children get bullied into the exiled DNA ids

Acid mixed in a module of Earth and it’s atmosphere revolving around a big, burning gas ball

Keeping this in mind, whether it’s divine or humane matters only after death, we take no bids

Climax of karma’s souls is the naked ape hook, a Cause of eternity, a proud, winged angel fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, July 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ #DevilStoleMySoul #WontLetGo drafted while jammin’ on #PapaDontTakeNoMess James Brown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T0QQUps8954 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShipAhoy #BringYourMamaAndSisters #AintThatAmerica @JimmyBuffett @JohnCougar

UNPOPULAR HAPPINESS, GIN-RUM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 29, 2020

----  #YoungManInaTShirt #GreasyHair ----

In a manner of speaking, I’ve already found what I’d lost being born into a new faux family

Of men, of mice and the virus to the bacteria to the forms from silkworm to angry bee hive

Blood & bones created by the gravitational collapse of my atomic matter, It Is All I ever see

There is no other rational explanation for the existence of bloody gods struggling to survive.

Paranoid leaders moving to where they get advised to go by #BigBucks, ain’t no mercy boost

To the foothills where the roads are closed to the drifters and harvesters of my Acapulco gold

More of the Many than the Few are allowing the unelected and elected to rule a shoddy roost

Thinking ahead of the bus stop in the middle of the riot, the ghetto now, All broken I am told.

Where’s the tonic for the gin, that’s what I’m wondering and why not? You have a better gin?

I have the #TopShelf and you have the bottom’s up swill so that’s the end of the story, I win

Completely in the hands of the unknown and somehow more adept than I, supreme will of Id

Part of the Ego that I am, I allow this to be, with or without me in tow, I know, it’ll the CoVid.

If and when it occurs that the entire realm of existence is dependent on viral pandemics, Die!

It’s all over, historically, the grand illusion of the living left alone by the dead’s pie in the sky

Ouzo is what we can squeeze out of a crystal bottle’s neck, a tyro, a rookie, punk of a gangway

Head punk. new punk, all gonna go to the same place, to the fire or the dirt, my daddy’d say.

Full on foolproof method of freezing the hot matters into dry ice, where angels fear to go too

Because the burn is instant, chromosomes be damned, nature cares nothing about pedigree

You & everyone else will lie down, as y’all lay dying you’ll think of the errors of being human

Raw or cooked, the skin and bones remain the same, like the song, a rhythm in the key of C.

Now and then, from the hollar I hear the call to return for the things I forgot to bring it along

Knowing nothing special about anything in particular and just a casual observer of all that is

I have less of an ego and id than I used to when I was just a kid, wet behind the ears & wrong

Skip the olive, dry or wet, I’ll down either or both with or without you, just pour a 151-gin fizz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, June 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 Post Meridiem Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Looneytunes Adventure on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j8hsq-mKLzg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IDontDrink #AlwaysDrunkOnSunlight @JohnPrine

G-FORCE IN REVERSE, CHAMPS *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 28, 2020

 ****  MinimumSecurity ****

From the grandpa to the papa to the son, it happens that it all rolls down the Sierra foothills

From Wisconsin to Chicago to Washington & on to the end of Earth, California kills fagots

In the gas chambers, in the electric chairs, on the hanging platforms, flies in the sky kitchen

But I got a swatter to scoot them out the screen or snuff out their short life from a maggot.

Spinning around for no other reason than there is nothing else that can be done, I’m thinkin’

Yet, it’s impossible to come to a definitive conclusion before the bitter end of life stinkin’

In a cadaver, a corpse or a sliced thinly piece of protein for the cannibals to consume raw

For the sake of the mighty and the weak, the Void, the Matrix, the World is in your hands!

It’s your mother’s or your father’s or sister’s, brother’s, aunt’s, uncle’s or cousins’ meat raw

Imagine all of the lonely DNA which has no sun to shine on their balls of solar suns-in-law

You, me and the rest of the genome partake of the only thing keeping us alive, fish alewives

Immaculate conceptions and Assumptions into the Ether, getting killed, come back jives!

Behind the dirt plows and snow plows I come from the 208 bones of each operator of a crane

Living to die and dying to live is the only way the Winters knew, it happens ad infinitum slim

All of the gigs made up out of thin air, right out of the caves, with the bass and the sax, insane

Fission of my atoms, fusion of our molecular structure into the icy H2O Mars to the Ukraine.

What never matters is what doesn’t breathe in gas and metabolize the mischief that ensues

Nothing in the seams or the creases between the sheets because it’s all caput, cook #ActBlue

Cash in a #ThousandCurrents from Hollywood shocks and awes of babies in Hades’ #Tides

Director of financing the money laundering through the Matrix, is God’s son, #SlowRides!

Piercing the skin there is nothing but blood and bones, ready to go where you were before

Give me millions of your pounds of gold and silver, I don’t want your greenback-digit store

Who has the billions of value that will give the mortals’ immortality they can never procure

So, out of the oven and into the all-too-human mouths, coco chips in cookies, on a skewer.

by

r j j stephan, i *header is my kin, Grandpa Al, pops Stevie & 2 sonny boys, #Ich & #Jamz

c. Dimanche, June 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to John Prine #HouseOfStrombo https://youtu.be/w5Rkm_dqm7A }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoJusticeYall #YourEyesTellASadStory

FAITS ACCOMPLIS, D-STUD’ DRAFT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 13, 2020

-------  #TweetThisToInifinity -------

Here and now is a reason to be trigger happy if you got a gun or rifle to divinity’s forsoothes

Killing the corn and onion fields so that the plastic and steel could come to highest heavens

Can’t see anything past your blind corneas because the lights are all turned off, cherry fuzz

The dream started, it ended and y’all didn’t even know it was the Reality, all there ever was.

Pick a place outside of the palace, down any alley or backwoods hollar and you’ll be my food

It is what the genome does, throw the worst scenario up to the screen, we’re all in, We good

Yet miracles keep happening, they’re goin’ out of style, Smith on one side, Wesson the other

In a dark flashback in a dark, holy hole of #1 and #2, I hid from the killers of the backwoods.

I stood up in middle of marxism and lenninist slim shadiness, yet my groove survived a scum

Bananas and antelope are an antidote to the monkey dance, apes & trolls leakin’ it out some

Boys and girls learn to count to 10 and recite the ABC’s to write down 10 rhymes on 2 stones

Commandments to order your chaos in a straight and phuqed up One Way, yo’ mom’s bones.

Forties to seventies like a flash in the pan, proud to be out of my mind, once again, I’ve won it

Didn’t even know the rules or who was runnin’ the game, just knew I could rise to tops of chit

Evened it all up before the last gasp and last insight into humanity’s conventions, life of Huck

Harder than hell to accept a Truth, we’re here and gone, that’s it, caput! Custody? Upchuck!

Fine and dandy, it’s mighty cool, copacetic to the One and the Many, attention please, copy?

It’s the middle path where the groove is invisible, nobody goes there but the lost and sloppy

Accidentally runnin’ in the middle of the antidote for the Reality, as it is, punishment of Eve

Stick Adam up the Creator’s holy emptiness, where the Void’s my DNA up my mama’s sleeve.

Slim and very shady like a rat and a crow, mixed DNA of varmints and cannibals who love It

Living is It, anyway it goes it’s better than the alternative, closed coffin in underground chit

Minced meat and blanched legumes are to die for, hunters of living game kill the innocents

What do you care about it for? Attention please, just ignore the scree, just a GD #SlimChady.

#CheckYourOwnCoat I don’t need your tips and flips and chips, it’s a little bit funny but Not

Rather than be the One you are, here and now; hence, it’s a cinch that you are a bloody robot

In the particular or the general sense, it’s a mere fait complet for both poor and rich solo soul

Which #BigBang blew, lived and died for Reason’s logic, a #WAR form of #PEACE, let’s roll!

FINIS #PhiladelphiaFreedom

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, June 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drummed up #LivingAndBreathing the #PhiladelphaFreedom listenin’ to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VYKeA0UnBqc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?

#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.?

#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.?