STATE OF HONOR & LOYALTY HAPPY 101 BIRTHDAY MAMA MIA! #SaveMeAPlaceInCielo

ON GUARD!  TOUCHE

#X

Fair as it’s gonna get with the deck of cards you’ve been directed to deal with

The Name of the game is as unknown as the rules of engagement prerequisite

Ready without a clue, able to thwart any threat short of a Derringer to the head

Time’s way shorter than a thin line’s length before it morphs into a point of dread.

Utter nonsense he said as she said nothing, it took two to tango, all of this to show

How your inner self decided all of your actions, nobody I’d rather be than wind blow

It’s random chaos & sniper fire filling peace & emptiness of a war without a battle

One you caused, I caused, we all caused this LIVE dream, I’m in it to win it a little.

Truth is being told when I spill the beans on the hot stove, getting clear in a jiffy

Tin roof and dirt floor keeping the little dependent ones in your dreaming effigy

Filled up the tank God, it’s good for 300 miles or more, be in L.A. by noon, aw man

Know what I’m talkin’ about? Chill to WAR, the band & be all too human, Antman.

By the time the living is completed, speaking frankly for everything mortal or not

It all comes down to the DOW & it’s not a mistake that it’s reactionary to Reality

Same cause of everything is now metabolizing, One bubble showing off divinity

The Many carry the load & sing about droppin’ a dank blunt on the Nile’s hunt.

Fencing or sword fighting from the first to the last insult, somebody’s love falls

Into the holy black hole, extreme edge of the Void being It & not It simultaneous

Brought your sweet love home to me last night & now you’re gone already & so

Already gone empty, fallen away from the holy grail’s gold, hole the phone, bro!

My father in heaven & on Earth mated with my mother to receive me, forgave at last

Mindful of the copy produced out of nonbeer, it’s no stretch of the imagination to fly

As high as any other man could ever be, there’s reasons for rhyme & logistical past

Just because you thought you were so pretty; you were but forgot that it fades fast.

Sooner or later you’re gonna find out that reality we see has always been a ruse

To fool y’all, us all, even me the #SherlockHolmes from four-cornered room blues

Fathers neglected yet screwed our mothers & then got all dead-beat like the zombies

All through the rock of ages, the princes & princesses descended of bastard hobbies.

Dissolved the matter you used during your stint with 208 bones descended Adam

All at One used rib morphed, a grandmother of a good or evil tale of grim Grinch

Vicious yet calm & cool during tense situations like a holy threat of immediate death

Birth of a baby illegitimate in concept, married Ma & Pa, Love's cause of my breath.

Rocked, rolled, got sore, pain & suffering didn’t erase a recollection of the darkness

Inside of the womb & outside of the atmosphere, astronauts would testify firsthand

Without a gamete & egg I cannot exist, I think I came from this thing itself, scored

Dad lucked out a few times, we’ve all come, some gone JOJO, Big AL’s lion roared.

Not all alone with rockin’ sounds of drums beating & bass, rhythm, lead & the brass

Complete in my mother’s and father’s essence, they created Present turning to Past

Essence of secrecy about the nature of being, why we exist & where Life orginated

On a cusp of a planet, solar system, galactic consciousness of Nothing, grateful dead.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 3^rd day of September, I remember the Earth, Wind & Fire jammin’ in the background link @
https://youtu.be/iQRqPG3ztmg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY #101 in Cielo Mama Mia!  Kiss Pop for me  XOICHd

#God #Man #NothingAtAll #ZipperUnzipped @MariaAmour #BlueAndSorrowTimes #ShipsAsailNOW

😊

ZEBRA SIGHTS OUTSIDE MY CAVE’S GLASS WALL

Further on down the road, you will run into a brick wall, you hacked the bricks’ helm

From the extruder machine & out to a conveyor belt to the hacker’s stack & kiln row

To bake & break Plato or pull out to freeze as solid as Pluto’s vacancy from the realm

It’s no reason to live to die, think about who you are, thoughts? None. I thought so.

Miserable & fully committed to the whole shebang, woke & awake for four slow riders

Been hungry for food but have no money to trade for grunts, gotta steal three squares

Pistol-whipped and gunned-down in the Christmas grave, uncovered & reloaded uplink

Amused and repulsed by the identical Cause, the first one, invisible or dead & way gone.

Sunlight hurt my bad eyes worse than Peace of mind that keeps comin’-goin’ like a gypsy

On the top of the tidal waves and the surf into the dead beaches, evolve continental Navy

Sailing upon the bounty, of men & gods who fell into the drink, Jones’ locker is locked fans

Nobody can get in and nobody gets out, there’s no key for the skeletons or all too humans.

Marie would always be the first and last one to love me or you, or was it Maria, hey love It

Could have been the savior’s mama, the sweetness of Joe’s main squeeze, could be fit byte

No blood drawn from the neck or the thigh bones, just suckin’ the soul’s spirit out the crown

A conception of One, inside a closed, dark womb, creator, savior, dreamer, dead man blown.

I was gone way too far away last night, yesterday is all gone, no comin’ back to me again, son

Presented in a wrapped box with shining, aluminum thin paper, red, purple, blue-green souls

Thinking thoughts to materialize from atoms to forms of animated liquid rock and sweet rolls

One multiplicity of neutrinos disguised USA ghosts of fools’ sins, NOW we’re all dead & gone.

Coming right out of the dirty ground, solar ashes or underwater of the sea monsters of gods

Made us to eat us up in a holocaust or a never-neverland up above the invisible Space bods

Up and down, in and out, come here, take me away, who you talkin’ to? What do I say . . .?

Come over here, take my blues far away, no disguise just let me go, already gone, hey hey!

She took me far away from my first intention to be far away, further than I am now, in ‘I’

Nobody and nothing else in the center of the nucleus, it’s a matter of time to know it, why?

Lonely dreamin’ alone, the only way it can be, accept that it’s all about me, I am not a Rich

Neither a Joe or a Steve, not even a Jimmy-James, canon is fired, ships sailed, son of a biche!

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rjjstephan, i

c.  Freezember XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini en Mardi @ 711 AMPST

{ Bums and junkies bringin’ back the memories lying next to the RR tracks, settin'

my old soul free from the rigmarole of existence’s anomaly freakin’ the minions out but jammin’ in an infinite loop, jammin’ to #MARIA by @BWStevenson link @ https://youtu.be/JdBvTvxHy7E }

F I N I S 

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.

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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

#TheBoss #GloryDays #FOReals #Eagles

FIRECHIEFS & CANDYMEN GETGO*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 12, 2019

------------- #HolyScatBatman ------------

Before the day my grandfathers met one another, their children met and hooked Me all up

It would always be ma and pa that I’d hold responsible for all of my actions, eh #SECupp

Maybe I am obligated to accept responsibility for my actions but I don’t honor obligations

What I can and will do is consider if the obligation is necessary and sufficient for my sins.

It is indeed necessary and sufficient that I flow like a river to the mouth where the sea opens

To be swallowed by the All, the Everything there is, now that’s a Hollywood movie for hens

Squawking and backward talking about the cosmic, universal thing itself, tree circles given

When it’s an assumption of perception distortion, it’s 99% chance to be, 1% chance to sin.

Consider the young lad who closed his mind after the conscious self realized it’s presence

On the path to the end in perpetuity, dreams escape the vault kept unlocked by the dense

Pretending that it’s all just a game with a start and finish with no concern for soul food

Only the fingers and bones can move the genome, if not the mind, if not me, then who?

On an invisible yet exhilarating swing, I exaggerate my enthusiasm with punks, all humane

From my ‘hood to yours, some ran away and some just stayed put in the jelly of blue bloods

Crips in solo flight lookin’ for who is disrespectin’ their mamas, got no papas, all love child’s

Millionaire world of sports is all theirs, inherited from the indentured servitude of The Man.

If you’ve felt the heat of Fire and the frozen gold n’ silver of holy water streams, you’d know it

It burns the skin to the bone that will never melt until the world returns to the Supernova fit

When the atoms get frisky and invade one another’s nuclei for the sake of the cosmic, diviner

Blessed all of this because it’s the effect of the First Cause, it’s all my fault, I’m the old sleeper.

I am dreaming that I’m awake right now, right here on this cyber-paper, enter/delete matrix

Came alive back in ‘51 and stroked the hands of Time in this empty Space, liked it not, I did it

Animated since the climax, the orgasmic planting of the origin’s seed, ma and pa, we got a fix

Traveled from nowhere outside of this huge, dead star, Earth mother no longer on fire, shyte!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is an Alaska Airlines - Sacramento Int'l Airport (SMF) shot I took off of an Alaskan Royal Princess Cruise last month!

c. ROCKTOBER 12th, 2019 AD @ 8:00 AM straight-up #BlackJackDanielsWhiskey #SHOTS

{ Con out of Time, drafted to #TheWeight remixed The Dodo T.H.E. Band & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/-Jy6P9TltXQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SHOOBIEdoo #MentallyPhysical #LetUsGetPhysicalMentally

@CarlosSantana #Devadip

SMOKIN’ DESPAIR IN HOLY HOLES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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Haven’t been the same since all the lawyers were disbarred and I’ve got no standing in court

I can’t kneel or sit in court either, not allowed in the door, I just wait to let jail open, to be free

I got the keys but the sheriff don’t care because I’m his grandson, I didn’t do it anyway, nope

Get over it, I’m not privileged but I am innocent of the crime, somebody vented, it wasn’t me.

I play nothing, beat drums and people at video games, bring it back home to my home runs

You will never know the difference between happiness and utter despair, my daughter’s sons

My fortunate circumstance is pitched from nowhere, out of the blue, it turned purple n’ gold

In the out door and through the turnstyles of the sky’s scrapers, mighty mice and men of old.

At the ending or at the beginning, sound comes first and then the light follows the beat, tap it

Green grass cut, burned away into the clean, clear oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen of mamas

I played game like you did but we ended it at different times, one after the other’s love flaws

Beat and blew instruments, made melodies and lyrics count for nothing but something else.

In love or out, happy or sad about the circumstances of the place in space you spend the time

It really doesn’t ever matter at all, I comprehend the blind faith and hope for a happy ending

But the truth is, happiness is either here and now in the present or it’s nowhere in the Void

Don’t believe the Truth, hope lies are true in vain, a freedom of choice, a divine hemorrhoid.

By the time you make your getaway, it won’t be a problem, it’ll just be water flowin’ over falls

As the world spins, you do too, in and out of this dynamic spin and wobble, y’all got the balls

Draw! Professors, priests and sisters have all rational thought down a cold, holy rabbit hole

Can you rob the program of magic? Nothing is magic, a faded away myth of our gods’ blows.

Punks like I used to be mature into retired civil servants on pensions, waiting for the night

Turning with the spin of the dirt, no choice until one final gasp of gas, then boom, that’s right

It’s all over at the end, no heaven or hell or purgatory or karma payment for the mortals’ sin

Just to be created and related to the offender, guilt by association, fallaciously argued, divine.

Something new, nothing old, always burning the fuel to make the power to move rocky roads

Smooth as silk with the asphalt and tar, pavement of cement, catch all my flashy flesh codes

I look, I glance, I ignore and there is nobody to take my place today or ever, on down the line

When and where’s the place and time? Rockin’ the fires, full of Word-up, a garage wall’s fine!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 12, 2019 A.D. @ 4:10 PM PST {always is 4:10}

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Walsh Daryl's House Club 48” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dPV6nKrhOGg }

F.I.N.I.S.

#DoItAgainAndAgainAgain #TryToBeEverthingToEveryone #DotItAgainAndAgain #OneHitWonder

HIGHER ABOVE 80,000 FEET, oM

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 10, 2019

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If it’s the last thing you do, fire all of the guns, explode the ordinance in your Earth mother

Fall down the Fallopians into the holy soul’s gravitational collapse, essence of my God father

Perfectly trained to aim high and move sixteen hundred feet per second, open borders now

Highest mountains and deepest forests, jungles, swamps, open seawater, lake or an overflow.

Breath of the gas mixture your lungs can metabolize into the animation function of matter

Burned out star-stuff making a comeback before the Supernova in progress, a timely spacer

Between the occurrence of the matter and form of the Earth’s left over crust and never, ever

There is a chasm which cannot be crossed by sea, land or air, neither below us or below Her.

She is One in a million as far as I know, so I’ve been told a million times since I was six or ten

Brought wisdom of the ancients to fruition with the occult, hidden demons of a ocultish den

Of fish, mice, men, lions, tigers, snakes and other slithering anima, inherited blind faith exit

To be or not to be DNA anomalously penetrated blind faith, ship’s ahoy mate, keep rockin’ it.

For no purpose at all, my parents mated for the fun of it, here I am, now and then, I will be

From a random, zygotic DNA function, a fake-intellectual misfit of cultural bastardism is One

With all guys and gals that died & who will die because they are alive right now, 21 gun salute

For those about to rock, alone under gravitational law of extinct Newton, #21Guns #OOrah.

Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it? I got mine tied up in sleeping beauties

Who are all for One and One for all, a #Muskateerish type/mode of being my civil liberties

Atom to Universe, atom to universe, this is your Captain, come in please? Do you read me?

It’s all over now, it’s easy to see and easy to tell from the writing on the invisible wall of fame

In the hall where light’s been dimmed, nobody can see the fluorescent sand of fission’s fusion

Alright to be you and your kin and mates, sooner than later, it will be as below the dirt’s game

Buried bones under ground or water, burned, crushed, shattered, banned now, Original sin?

You’re killin’ me for reincarnation, ad infinitum cause/effect wings of demonic fallen angels?

Is this some kind of a joke? Why live and die for a hoax light-soundscape, half-wit, she-devils

Hoax me once shame on you! Hoax me twice shame on me, that’s fair so dance to a backbeat

Co-mingle asexual photo-synthetics and 80,000 feet, we’ll look the same, AM radio on a teat!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June Tenth, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FatherOfMine Everclear & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }

 

 

*header photo is an A-10 Thunderbolt #Warthog close support ground support:

“A-10 THUNDERBOLT (WARTHOG) The Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II is an American twin-engine; straight-wing jet aircraft developed by Fairchild-Republic in the early 1970s. The only United States Air Force aircraft designed solely for close air support of ground forces; the A-10 was built to attack tanks; armored vehicles; and other ground targets with limited air defenses.The A-10 was designed around the GAU-8 Avenger; a 30 mm rotary cannon that is the airplane's primary armament and the heaviest such automatic cannon mounted on an aircraft. The A-10's airframe was designed for survivability; with measures such as 1; 200 pounds (540 kg) of titanium armor for protection of the cockpit and aircraft systems that enables the aircraft to continue flying after taking significant damage. The A-10A single-seat variant was the only version built; though one A-10A was converted to the A-10B twin-seat version. In 2005; a program was begun to upgrade A-10A aircraft to the A-10C configuration.The A-10's official name comes from the Republic P-47 Thunderbolt of World War II; a fighter that was particularly effective at close air support. The A-10 is more commonly known by its nicknames "Warthog" or "Hog". It also has a secondary mission; where it provides airborne forward air control; directing other aircraft in attacks on ground targets. Aircraft used primarily in this role are designated OA-10. With a variety of upgrades and wing replacements; the A-10's service life may be extended to 2028.376th Air Expeditionary Wing; AFCENT; Airmen; Kyrgyz Republic; Kyrgyzstan; Staff Sgt. Robert Barnett; Transient; Transit Center at Manas; U.S. Air Force; United States” -- #WashingtonTimes article link @ https://go.shr.lc/2Dg9oKT

#SatiatedCats #RockHarder ...WITH some cajun queen on the #Bayou near the #Mississippi

SATIATED CAT, #SHYTE ON #DDAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, June 6, 2019

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Cats know that dogs can be eaten because they taste better than dirt and rocks and people

So, out of the caves in the sides of the hills they come, prowling with stomach growling

For the skin and bones of the ones who walk and run as if they knew death was all good

Nothing wrong with making certain that your prey wasn’t runnin’ away from being food.

Licking the chops and the claws to clean up the suppertime for the birds, worms n’ snakes

Cat nap time in the branches of trees, keeping watch for those ready to die, for heavensakes

Walkin’ around in the jungles and deserts as if there is no animal hunger to kill and eat you

On the way to an early demise, adorable, innocent naivety way gone, we’re blue food screwed.

Humanity and felinity in the same cave, same house, same jungle, same pyramid, king, queen

Nine lives lead to the nine deaths, immortality a ruse to allow the incarnate a do-over, unseen

Not in a book or an oral tradition of UFO’s or old men with beards in desert caves, sea slaves

To be or not is All of It, that is all there is, Time and Space are heaven and hell’s Earth caves.

Send out humans to look outside the #VanAllen belt and they disappear into the Void, OMG

You knew it could happen, lost in space is the only place we can be, it is the nature of zeros

A hole is merely a lack of light inside the mind, inside the soul of the Absolute absence of me

Too much ado about hand-jobs, blowjobs, good-jobs, SPEWjobs, bred to die/fight for D-Day!

Blocking out the reason and intelligence of the species’ morons and idiots, teacher-professors

From Socrates to Mrs. White and Mr. Black who taught that logic and reason are a lock’s key

To the wisdom and knowledge of the species’ genome, the mix of acid in random time lines

Keeping track of nothing but the future of Being a supernova, I AM why our star-sun-shines.

Go get there before I do, look back from your place in space when death swallows your face

Throw me back a wave and a nod, a tip of the cap that I’m right, I feel the leather and the lace

It’s all there is outside of this thing itself, this animated bone bag full of hope’s dreamin’ gas

Empty of logic, rippin’ shadows of blood and guts from a soul in a holy hole’s dark, Voids-az.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #DDay75 6-6-1944 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #NeverForget1999

{ drafted while reminiscing & listenin’ to Prince on youTube #PurpleRain & HITS links #EspeciallyForYou @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs & https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

 FINIS

#BooYaah #GiveItUp #TheWorldIsAGhetto @WARTheBand @ACDC

SKIN AIN’T IN THE CRACK, ROCKO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 29, 2019

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I did and you did what we had to do to get along, to get up the hill to #NorAm 5 Great Lakes

It was never there in the Void but we thought it was, it was the target, the goal of holy #fakes

To be or not to be as some disguised philosopher’s diatribe would posit for deaf human ears

To hear, heed or ignore the signals from the Void, I taste nothing but burned out near beer.

Moo-vies of light and darkness, forms, figures full of atomic nonsense, pain or envy sufferin’

Not just because it’s something to do, it is the ONLY thing to do, move, move, rippin’ burnin’

One thing led to another as I put one foot in front of another, tidal wave crash into a wharf

Empty Space in momentous counter-Revolution, self-less black hole of a clear white dwarf.

Penance pending my breath pushin’ air from the ether into my heart and soul, my tiny mind

The bytes that remain in my power to retrieve will end the close encounter of the third kind

When the identified are forgotten, they become the unidentified, hence UFO, Goliath’s rocks

All it ever will be is what it is right here and now, present after the past, before future shocks.

Push and pull, around in circles, elliptical wobbles ad infinitum in a creation of reason’s head

Brainless, mindless, formless thing in itself, the actual substance of the stuff we call existence

You won’t know what I know and vice versa, because nobody knows holy God’s face is nailed

Up on the wood with pig iron nails, hammerin’ Cris-crosses to hang until ropes noosed trees.

That boulder turned into this rock will roll up or down the hill, it’s the power of a man move

A push, a nudge in the direction of momentum drag, from first to last, holy spirit’s removed

Lost in the empty space of the cosmos, pretending to be happy and wise, sad and so ignorant

Once upon a time, there was an alpha male and then mortality claimed it’s omega on a rant.

Peaks and valleys around the waterless Earth dirt and rollin’ rocks, it’s a holy, spinnin’ spud

Imagine Earth without water looked at from Space, like an irregular artform, an Elmer Fudd

It’s not round or elliptically squashed due to centrifugal, gravitational and momentum’s force

Sal Dali would either agree or disagree but it wouldn’t matter much, we rob the crack whores.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ blown out of the solar system while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND Ciscokidd #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AnybodySeenSusieQ ? @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SLUNG BELOW GOD’S CHARIOT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 24, 2019

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Cosmic comedy playin’ out in front of whichever senses you use to evaluate the matrix’ flow

Buddies go as far as they can before they stray on to the wild blue yonder, above or far below

It feels like somebody’s gotta get older than everyone else but nobody volunteers, I think I do

No particular reason to get on the record in general, it’s a malfunction, bobbers go up/down.

Just because I live in paradise and that know it is, I don’t need any of the rest imaginary swag

To be able to get to the beach to watch the surf go in and out from the bays of pigs who brag

That is the best you can hope for, to live and let live for the livers’ health, avoid God’s sepsis

Strive for the constancy of being here and now, in this life on this planet at this time’s kiss.

All it is now and all it ever was will be what it will be with or without you or me, imagining

Waiting forever until the dawn or the dusk, for the tide to arrive, bleached foam intriguing

Not long after the flash of green, the horizon fades to blackish white, linear dashes or dots

Punks who’ve perfected the art of grafting are eternally rewarded by First Cause I-robots.

You have the liberty to use logic and reason to form a rational theory of the material universe

We boys and girls who’ve grown to be the men and women have the ultimate choice’s curse

You will be danmed if you do and danmed if you don’t do the right thing, facts of life they say

My dad and your dad, your ma and my ma, they all know now what I mean, Nothing is gay.

Nevertheless, on the other hand when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re paraplegic

It doesn’t really matter at all, there is nothing but dirt after death, look around you, use logic

I am only a messenger of Slim and a nun, they wrote this on the blackboard of cock and bull

They left the key to the three lock box in a riddle, to be opened by Jonathon’s live seagull.

You might think that being a virus, a bacterium or a form of being, form and matter vanish

Before or behind your eyes, preconception or post mortem, your God, your gods, your saints

Nothing at all and nobody at all are the points and are not the forbidden fruit of the Jewish

Before the Moses and Abraham of olden days, they worshiped calves for God’s sake of rants.

Being casual or formal, a dating ritual inherited from the caves and coastal waters, just to be

Nothing else to say and it appears to be as hopeless as it seems to me, it’s not my fault, see?

Hold your horses cowboys and girls, there’s a reason for everything or so I’ve been told, so

So when the conclusion is deduced, the Truth will be known, indubitable, a surfer girl blow.

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r j j stephan, i *HEADER’S A CALIFORNIA-GIRL PIC INSIDE MY OLD USAF LOCKER!

c. MAY 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #BornOnTheBayou & hits of Creedence Forever (ClearwaterRevival ) @ https://youtu.be/iv_gXt1cCI8I }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto #PayTheMortgage

SOUNDS LIKE IT’S ALL OVER TO ME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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I will never know more than I know right now because all I know is, we’re the tarnished scum

There and then it happens every night and every day I tread the planet’s encrusted aquarium

Full of the food that eats itself to stay alive, becomes the things and forms that die, fake love

All the dead ever wanted to do was to live and just avoid the pain and suffering of a struggle.

This hysterical historical record of the Past of humanity is ridiculous, trust nobody’s record

If you were not there you do not know, even if you were there you may be deceived by Word

I’d rather not get in the middle of the conflict of your interest but since you’re on the hook

I may as well let you in on the occult’s secret, there is a Void outside this planet atmosphere.

The blackness outside the Earth will make you faint and feel like you are middle of nowhere

Floating without any reason for being alive at all, just to see the blackness’ white dots of gas

Snow covered hills and volcanic eruptions of the purple, majestic mountains all mingle here

Death of the bones, The Struggle to survive beyond the stage of infancy, that’s my old harass.

In between the battles, friends and enemies fall down to the lead and the flashing fire bombs

Naked in the silence, the children roam without speaking about this and that, filling tombs

I give you what I have so that you may use it and enhance the meaning of the will of powers

To see, to be the symbolic prophet, requires innocence and silence, it is with you, the Force.

Hard to be innocent when you’re guilty of the crimes, still resist the plea, that is not guilty

Innocent I am, like it or not, I’m the coming attraction to the heavenly group, you are silly

Fast lanes and diamond lanes full of the speeders, crushin’ the limit, no more traps to hide

Blinded by children of the gods, it’s all over, I arrested fake attention of the minions’ pride.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 22, 2019 A.D. @ 5:49 pM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Thebeachboyy #ICanHearMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qqyx4TW4Ptw }

 

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#OnALongWalkHomeToIllinois #JerseyGirlsRock #BraveryandVapors #USVETERANSrock

#YO #YO BRAVERY & VAPORS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 21, 2019 A.D

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Up down, up down, like a bobber in the pond near the H0tel California, I snagged, I broke

New leader for the line, thrown in the pools of H2O without regrets, just to eat to survive

Nothing new and nothing old, just a swingin’ round piece of wood or plastic, no fake bloke

For the millionth time I have thrown it away and watched it roll back in a second or five.

Just like the life of fishin’ in the pond, the bait goes up and down waiting for a bite from you

We got what we got last week and we ain’t givin’ it back now or ever, yeah, it’s our to keep

There is a spot when it’s hot that you hit in the middle and you get the trophy of the pond

She don’t wanna come in easy now, hold tight and don’t let the line snap, come on now son!

Finally, landed and on the way to the docks, rolled out the woods back to Charly’s Crab Shed

Where the beers cold and the women pretty and bold, from first to last shot, straight shoot

Down the hatch where the alcohol belongs, inside the blood’s highfalutin way to your bread

When it’s all over and the spirits run out, we still got party, we got up and down, a deep head.

Girls I’ve thrown the yoyo to have thrown it on back at my face, just like a yoyo made of bone

Now it’s more difficult than when you were all alone in the world, it’s all about dark shadows

Now that you have become one of the shadows, now worried about the others, just my own

Mental and physical and psychic are processes, occurring fetal aborted, mama’s crying frown.

Here’s a matter of form, an existence in the twilight zone between the moon and the hot sun

Where we are now and then, sometimes we’re not but we’re mostly the three musketeer fun

Third planet from a burning White Dwarf, I assume the end won’t occur while I exist on dirt

Underground or airborne, One form or another, dead skin and bones spread matter, yo-yo

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen’s #UpDown on youTube rock on the link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

FINIS

#ThunderboltStruck #TNTMercy @J-LoYoYo #Remedy

YOYO’D ON @J-LO FLY-G 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 20, 2019

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She ain’t your mama, that is for certain, everybody knows she’s wasted from runnin’ ‘round

And around and around ad infinitum, further than any human or insect can perceive sound

I hear it loud and clear, since I’m just a ‘bot, never been all too human or all too insect either

It ain’t my fault that this scenario of reality is goin’ down, I’m just a casual observer of #facts.

First things first and last things forgotten and neglected unto death, here is symbolic logic

Start with a premise or three and lead on to the inevitable, rational deduction that you suck

Like the graves underground, buried bones close to the Earth core, recycle the worm’s fate

Cause of the dust going to dust is the revolution of the planet about the burnin’ balls of hate.

When you burn everything that matters into a crisp, like the sun does, like the stars show us

You may come close to the Truth about the nature of Being, who and what always make a fuss

Nature’s #GameOfThrones with the kings, queens and soldiers all surviving alas, fruit n’ nuts

I will obstruct the Justice since I created it from nothing but air, morals and ethics, the ruts.

Here and now is the code for the present, what you see is what you got, nothing more I can do

Discovery while walkin’ and sailin’ about this world is sacrosanct and a gift to the chosen few

Those who were fortunate daughters and sons of the merciful gods, not vengeful bug-insects

Code red or blue, one side of the spectrum of light to the other, infrared subjects and objects.

Used to walk the dog and rock the baby in the cradle but then I lost my yo-yo, imperial’s mold

Over the rainbow somewhere far away from the grounded feet of success, there’s lead or gold

Findin’ and keeping it until The Market Bully does a #Smack Down on your mama, not mine

That’s how it goes very often, #Flygirls so bad they die when they die, taxes Time on a dime.

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r j j stephan, I “00”

c. May 20, 2019 A.D. @ 5:00 AM

[ drafted while listenin’ to the mega-mighty, almighty Tower of Power #SoVeryHardToGo & HITS on youTube link, in a #ChicagoLooper @ https://youtu.be/0IR_mTe-1wM }

FINIS

#PutYourFootOnTheRock #LetsRoll #RASTAMAN #SixtyFourSquareZone #ThirdPlaneSpace #FourthDimensionTime #Unashamed #Unabashed #LydiaPense #ColdBlood

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UNASHAMED & UNABASHED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 18, 2019

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Think about it pawns, kings and fortunate sons, we are all kin to hungry cats and hot canines

Now, my friend is bein’ honest whether parents are priests, nuns or inmate dressed to nines

In revolution around the burning, hot star, gaining momentum, a holy, gravity wobble busted

Enchanted, being the third stone from a sun’s quirky nonsense, a One religion of Stardusted.

In numerical-alphabetical order, we’re all on the same page of an Emerald Tablet’s scratchin’

Recollection of conception between four alienated forms of immaculate con-deception, a sin

In love or lust, a mating thing beyond wars’ glass thrones of kings’ fake queens on the blocks

Fired-up water sums up the planet’s groom of it’s #Rockness with no Blue Sea, cool sky rock.

Without a trace left by the ancient trail of smoke in the empty valley of tears, I am, the F-son

The air goes in and it goes out of me, until one day it will end, it’ll be finished for the bleedin’

Heart stops pumping and only gravity and muscle relaxers cause bowel-evac, I’m a heathen

Out of the cave yet hidden in the plain sight of the hunters who starve for the cry and wine.

Who exists as your soul’s accountant, is to know that you are a walkin’ deep-sleep Time flip

Cannot awaken easily since it involves leaving the Earth’s gravitational twirl, God-death grip

Married to the dreamer until death do us part, it ain’t my fault that it is what it is, so just chill

You could but I don’t recommend attempting to explode firearms into my skinless, holy skull.

Name and serial number on your dog tagged jaw, kicked shut by a loving combat boot’s soul

Equations mirror a real life, inequality being the essence of Love itself, eyes watch my steps

On freeways the secluded roofs over ape-UFO modality, Oneness without atomic form of hole

Black Holes, White Dwarves as above, so below a 64-square plexi-glasstop, apes, “Let’s roll!”

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PDT Samedhi

{ drafted while listenin’ to @LydiaPense & @ColdBlood #WhenImKissinMyLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s_S4rDwVBl0 }

 

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