#FerociousPrevarication #MeanLies #NoMercy #NeverEverForget

SHADOWS IN MY HOLY DARKNESS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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It could never be worse than it is when I find nothing at the bottom of Earth’s rabbit hole city

Nothing to see or hear or feel down here, no water or radioactive light’s invisible superfluity

Pertaining to the health of the body and the soul and whatever else you call it, God in a dam.

Perfectly grim and in the pedantic mode of being holier than thou, it’s true, I am what I am.

Not holier than you but perfectly grim I am and that seems to make me holier, sublime stuff

I am on my own in the darkness and although I sing and cry out loud, it’s silence is quite def

In a million years or in just a few centuries, the world’s living, being plans and animal sins

Will all be dead, probably the species will be extinct for the rookie seasons’ mass extinctions.

End of days, world remains in revolutionary mode, church, mosque, synagogue weekends

Never mine or yours, all of this here in front of your eyes and under your feet are loose ends

What you and I may get fortunate enough to do, filing our last wills and testaments to Life

Giving our possessions away, today because these dreams were never ours in the first place.

Off the road and into a marsh area where the evil lives fear to go because they’ll dye it there

Evil fears death just like the Good and the Beautiful, there is a reason for that, no biggy scare

Nothing left after the last breath, no scars or debts to repay without the bodiless, low prices

What that was when you called it the soul, was the activity of the body, a neurosis psychosis.

by

r j j stephan, i #BLACKoperationsCorporation #CharcoalOps

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 8:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club Diane Birch & Daryl Hall jammin’ with the house band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XORRk8rGes }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019

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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’

Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin

Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood

Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in

Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win

Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed

In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice

Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice

Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice

Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool

And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four

Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools

No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived

On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail

One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate

Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story

About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me

I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above

I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST

{ jam to Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 & Eric Church #SmokeALittleSmoke link @ https://youtu.be/HOFzyA65O7Y & @ChrisStapleton #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/CaqzeE41XcA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FiddleStix & #MyThoughtsExactly #PrecisionEsotericLogic

U/V BLUE, OLD DAYS, ONE & DONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 5, 2019

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Just an empty vessel of solid gases from the atmosphere’s exosphere on the perihelion of God

What in the world is out of this world? God is. It is the way of the warrior, weaponized mind

Knowledge and Wisdom of the Good and Evil of the wobbling orbit, the revolution’s scat-free

All that’s left after the light’s gas is used and abused without regard for sharing or humanity.

On the beach waitin’ for the surf to rise above the sandy turf of tuna, skin of the star games

No bench under my arse waitin’ to go into the game, ready to elicit defense of idiotic dames

Looking into and around it, above and below it, fell the distance between atomic infinite suns

Blowing and glowing, it’s all they do, it’s the function of the atomic genome of misery’s funds.

Days blown, nighttime is all that can shown to the players of The End games of the Voidish

What appears to be nothing at all, a vacuum without a trace of the past or the future, a Dish

With or without you and me, it’s here, it’s there and everywhere else in the Cosmic menses

For to be or not to be is NOT THE QUEST of the man’s skin and bones, one cell to corpses.

Compound the delivery of the Word with the Meaning and Intent of the Thought, persuasion

That I’m right and you’re either Left or Wrong but in any case, Not Right and that is all of It

Become one with the idea, the thought of the path to return to the memory of life’s BBQ pit

It’s the food we eat, it’s all dead and it allows our life to extend beyond the thirst’s starvation.

You died, you gave it all, at birth or in a battle or at the end of the line’s accidental ceremony

To honor the pointless life of a man or a woman and invent a meaning without the substance

It is what it is to be alive, to be a human, to be a homo sapiens, to be this guy in this company

The master of light, the arbiter of the orbit’s byte off of the solar system’s jazzy blues’ dance.

Just light ‘em up if you got ‘em and that is all she wrote, we fired up those fags on a match

Smoked ten packs in the carton in a week, first call to nicotine addiction, pitched to catch

In between innings in back of the dugout, we huffed and puffed before singles and homers

At bat to hit the ball out of the park, fast or curved balls got the wood goin’ over to Hooters.

Blessed souls and sentenced bodies and bones to the prison’s prism, miracles all shook up

I got chills from the ice around my head and feet, happy to be alive but I forgot my #SECup

Fast ball right down the pipe, eighty MPH screw ball in the unprotected groin for the money

Dreaming big, woke up in a dream, in shackles, nested in a sticky heart, my A-B-C’s honey!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #CincoDeMayo 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #AlbertKingBlues #DoesElvis HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/am0HO6Ijfyw }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#Validity #Logic #Reason #Nonsense #EverybodyWasKungFuFighting #CloGreen (version)

OFFENSIVE, DEFENSIVE KICKS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 26, 2019

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It’s not goin’ to be popular with the educated elite and the pompous #GooGooDoll blows

But and that is a very big but, someone is the catalyst for the sapiens cave-monkeys to shine

Vaccinated and immunized from the viral infections and bacterial clones, all yours n’ mine

Exact, nearly identical DNA to the first One’s code out of the blackest swirl of crooked rows.

In the caves of Kentucky and down under and over there, it winds up chewed-up eagle spit

Spittin’ image of me, the blow job, makes no sense, pleasure/business, but why, oh puppet

Nobody knows why, first man, first woman, last baby, nobody in between, let us just split

A hole in this world is really just a word in a song, it’s not really true, I’m on a bully pulpit.

I used to fight about being right, now I just know other people haven’t become priveleged yet

To the data byte information available to everyone on Earth, poor, priveleged alike, let’s jet

Anger and disappointment will disappear into thin air within a century, therefore phuq-hit

Keep your eyes on the prize because it’s there until you masticate it into golden grain chit.

Punks from the block’s corners all so old their grandkids hid them away in a new, old place

To house mankind’s wasted, elderly, of sound mind and body or not, out of style, a bitch slap

Upside the head by your mama or your brother ‘cause your papa never showed his holy face

Could have been the butcher or the baker or the policeman but it wasn’t, just a #BangersRap.

So, here and now, I am in the middle of the arrangement someone else set up before I came

Nothing will change things and even if I try, whatever will be will be, it’s a set deal, end game

Hidden, lying eyes and the naive, ignorant eyes all go to the same place’s ends, an emtpy void

I expect the game to end since I’m a player, playin’ and I will be standin’ ready, I am a droid.

No breath or heartbeat, no thoughts or erratic behavior, no logic and reason, such a tragedy

Lately up until the present time, the spin of the philosophy was that of the sceptical comedy

Unshared with my human family although available in the unlit caves of hidden #RiisPark

We looked forever until we found each other, look at us now, up all night, still in the dark.

All of the self defense is useless since there are no threats other than the last breath coming

When it’s gone, that’s it, caput and if there’s something else like the blind faiths suppose

I’ll take my medecine and be glad for everyone who believed in the blind faith, only One

It’s my soul, if there is one inside of this body, this spirit is my own, #WastedTime’s no fun.

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r j j stephan, i #AskMeNoQuestionsAndIWillTellYouLiesAnyways

c. April 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 PM #FourTwenty

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #VictimOfLove & HITS LIVE Staples Center in 1999 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IClFtuFlgPw }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HelloSunshine #TheBoss new single, git git!

W.W.A.R.D.?

Last Good Time In Town - @TheEagles

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune - #BuyMyOwnDrinks (Live)

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RareEarth #LocomotionCommotionCollision #CollusionDelusion #EaglesLegacy

AGNOSTIC, HOLY, BLUE HOLE, #YO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 23, 2019

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Vegetables and love will not keep you alive without the supplemental vitamin D & E sins

To continue to reproduce the same kind of beings, human genome DNA bleeds origins

Only One to the many, the myriad of central peripherals headed to new kid jungle-lands

Here and now angered into a collusion with the friends of my enemies I never, ever knew.

More than one cloud hovered over the anointed temple but no rain ever came, cubed ice

Rolling the rocks off of the cliff and watching them bounce down below with #NoWayOut

Grounded in a subterranean paradise with the company a holy hermit would die for, twice

Starving and never quenched by swallowing the spit of DNA trusted, It taught me to pout.

Don’t ask your father, he ain’t there, don’t ask your mama, she ain’t there, don’t ever ask me!

Choices you’ve made brought you here and now lookin’ for the end of the line’s sorrow spree

Killed the fear of the anger with pure love and compassion for the ones I shared the air fizz

Everybody, good, bad, ugly, living, dead or yet to be, all DNA collides, It’s ad infinitum bliss.

Bridges built to move on the grounded foundation, above as below incarnated, miniaturized

Time and Space appeared out of nowhere for no reason other than the rationale rationalized

Making the innocent, the unprotected and the weak, feel comfortable inside a mortal head

Peek outside the box to the outer limits of the twilight zone, It is there, revving up the dead.

Beginning at the moment of conception, without a name for the skin and bones, I am still one

Only one way back when the intrusion of the gamete into the Easter egg becomes like me, fun

You asked for it or maybe you didn’t but lost it, out of self control, One moved, of burnt blood

Named after your father, you’re junior or Sonny and I’m not laughin’ used up the good mood.

Magic spell incantation to get me through the darkness of the hallway between here and now

Pleading with myself to wake up and smell the coffee, perked a pot by six, hot-glass fog-glow

Something new or nothing in particular is just a matter of the Cause and Effect of Void bliss

Singularity and an Event Horizon are First Cause and Final Effect, now Yoyo, gimme a kiss!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the Eagles #SevenBridgesRoad #PeacefulEasyFeeling & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NjofshOBV5s }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#God #Holly #Holy #Hole #Ho #H2 #Fear #Sorrow #Loathing #SacredLove #Bollywood #Hollywood #HolyWorld #BlackHoles #WhiteDwarves

#HolyCowHydrogen

HE AROSE FROM DEAD ANGEL SEX

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 21, 2019

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No juice for the thirsty and no blood left to flow in veins or streams or rivers to seven seas

What is the Holy gold for the wasted radiation of the lead and plutonium, the suns of fleas

Atomic and nuclear reactions to compression’s gravitational collapse, free-masonic rocks

Queens in need of a temple for worship of the Void’s nothingness, oil, holy underground.

Speed of light is faster than an eye blink, becoming ignorantly enlightened with wisdom

From the future time to the past time in Space’s void matrix, you and I become this One

Think of the thing dreaming before you awaken and then opening your three eyes, widely

To know the Truth of this dream within A Dream is to become alienated from the Hostess.

Neither Cupcakes, Snowballs or Twinkies will kill you if you eat them before you die, DUH!

Murder is nothing but annihilating your own essence of being, your ego and hot rod’s bonfire

What moves the thing you call your body of bones is a manifestation of a singular, divine idea

To lie down flat on your back and drop into an eternal coma, for the good, bad and the uglier.

Alright to eat the C6H12O6 designed into eggs, chicks’ peeps, malted cow milk balls’ plastics

Way to high and dry to become enlightened with the grace left over to my minions & spastics

Ones without parents or significant others, in a military herd of killers who protect Liberty

Slavery of bones that move when ordered, to manipulate thoughts and matter, is AOK I see.

I’m not what you see or who you hear or who you think I was tomorrow, mind bent backward

What I am is a thing, like other things, first I was not here, now I am and one day, I won’t be

That’s all, no angels in heaven, no satanic drones in #Hades or purgatorial purge, no dad, ma

Why didn’t you say it, didn’t want to ruin the trip, so innocent and tender, Oh My God, dear!

Let me get this straight, I won’t see any of the dead I knew in heaven or hell? There is none

Therefore, the purpose for living life here on Earth is an accident of fortune and Void space

Nothing personal to it, no punishment for crimes committed, guilty or innocent, Bliss’ ace

Sorting the Good from the Evil and siding with one or the other, it’s the Way, a winged One.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. April 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Subsequently, a dead man’s tomb, Stone rolled away, be blinded by light, see E=mC2 ! }

*drafted while watchin’ ROFLing, listenin’ to #MontyPythonsHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GDT2YOg8WSQ }

 #NoHolySorrowInTheWorldTomorrow

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GenomeAndMaybelline #ShipAhoy #TheOJays #MarilynMonroe

GENOME AND MABELLINE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 18, 2019

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Why can’t you be true? Oh, you are true, I’m the one who is false but it ain’t all my fault

Everybody’s got a story in the naked city, nobody gets out of this life alive by void default

In particular and in general, the meaning of life is a matter of blind faith, war’s hipsters

Live in health and happiness if you get a choice, do well unto your brothers and sisters.

Full of youth and the evil money of the bones and skulls, beauties clubbed by beasts, mated

Conceived this racket of revolution, cellular mitosis of the culture onto my extinct forehead

On the nature of carryin’ weapons of peace, my hands, arms, knees and feet, a jet in stealth

Extreme force required if and only if the fear of personal death exceeds the fear of my Self.

True, don’t doubt it, if you know what you can do with your opinion’s #WhiteTrash flocks

Up the hill, down on the mountainside in the backwoods or in the middle of the boondocks

That is home, sweet home just like the middle of the concrete and steel in the suburban city

Until the great grandsons and grandnieces of the elite become the stardust’s hot tamale.

Hunger and thirst will get you to the pollution and maggot infested dead meat, you’ll starve

When matter cannot consume itself it withers away into what cosmic dust is able to thrive

Until a gravitational collapse of the Time and Space that the Singularity hides, if & only if

A required condition is that something is dreaming this polkadot, man or alien being’s motif.

On a space ship or a time slip in a worm hole, movement of a thing itself is all you can ‘er see

It’s the cause and effect of the Liberty and absolute Freedom only tigers enjoy, killer of slaves

I’ve got arrows and bows, silent annihilators of my life’s consciousness, shark-like tidal waves

Comin’ here and there on ships, divin’ in and out of undrinkable salt H2O, low on Vitamin C.

As above this plane of the planet’s cracked, salted sand so below it’s surface down to the core

Symbolically inert signs of war and peace, good and evil, genius and idiots, takes one to know

That what I am and what you are is the form of matter, as it evolved from the cosmic score

A random cell of inert matter in the form of hydrogen and oxygen gases collide into a flow.

It ain’t true that that bottle of sleeping pills fell into your mouth, forced you to swallow 50

Dead and gone before the flashing lights and hubbub down in the #Hollyweird silent movie

What was that Elton John sang about in that song, #NormaJean goodbye and buenos noches

Nothing personal, just a good girl in the wrong place available to the leeches’ nasty roaches.

by

r j j stephan, i {*People will rob their own brother! - Cain & Abel ha! }

c. April, 18, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The O'Jays #Money & #ShipsAhoy & olden HITS ‘bout lettin’ MONEY, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS change you..... don’t let it.....keep on keepin’ on link @ https://youtu.be/Ll3uipTO-4A & a video tribute to Marilyn_Monroe https://youtu.be/mZ-4CeILy90 }

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

#ForeverIsNowAndThen #TwoPlusTwoAlwaysIsTimesTwoToo

HIT THE BRAKE, HOLY WEEK WISH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, April 16, 2019

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Miracles happen to those who believe that the possible can happen, that’s not impossible

If and only if the deal is that you get everything you can conceive and will to have in hand

Eating everything that’s healthy to eat so I don’t die younger than my pop, sister and brother

My sister and my mother always knew what I never believed, future shock’s a gift to woman.

The entire reason for this existence is due to the human female’s charm, Eve’s the queen, bow

Not literally but in a figurative kind of display of appreciation for greatness, takin’ it real slow

Inside or outside the paranormal is one and the same place from a diametrically opposite sky

As above, so below is what it all comes down to, if you get the drift, surf’s up so I gotta fly!

Back from the beach after I slammed my head into coastal sand, caught my last wave to die

It’s not that I won’t miss the beauty of her shine in the AM & PM on the bay, I will, I will cry

But I won’t look back to the hundreds of crests and curls I’ve drunk, deeply, some drank me

I wish y’all could have beat California girls but it’s a cosmic speck storm, a holy ape of the sea.

I know and you know when we’ve got to roll, just a minute or two before the trouble begins

Leftists and Rightest all come from somebody’s home, mother and father instinctively erred

Mating without knowing reasons why pregnancy happen to girls, all of ‘em look sidewindered

The guy, boy, man, the kid who allowed guilt to drill for baby concepts, invisibly now I see.

It dang sure ain’t my fault either so let’s just give each other that last shot at this we dream

Undercover or in the great wide-open, it all burns the whole way down because it’s like that

Soon after the alcohol mixes the blood’s feed to the brain, mind burns in effigy, holy cream

Acting appropriately for the sake of the jealous hearted and envious of fortune, bad luck fat.

Playin’ the cards close to the vest and throwin’ myself all in and calling the bluffers’ raises

Winning is what always happens before it happens, it’s an intent of the will of the ego mind

Come over here now honey, nobody’s home but you and me, lost in this cloud’s feckless sea

Shots of #TwoFingers stacked to the ceiling on the way to Hehl’s #WeedWhiskeyAndWillie.

Every moment moves on to the end of the line, can’t ever see it comin’ but pledge to watch it

Ending with empty glasses which were once full to the brim with the liquid jet fuel gettin’ lit

I stayed a little longer, I was a goner, I got you just like the last time, one thing led to another

Your hands were all over me, one last kiss and I had to go, you pulled me back, I fell in lover!

by

r j j stephan, i { #GetWellSoon Stevie Nicks’ face is the header<3 a="" class="_58cn" data-ft="{"type":104,"tn":"*N"}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/godspeedbaby?source=note&epa=HASHTAG" target="_blank">#GodSpeedBaby

}

c. April 16, 2019 A.D. Mardi @ 4:32 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Brothers Osborne #RUM & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h7wWinwIKnI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SlaveToWisdom #AnathemaToIgnorance #SlaveToTheRhythmToo

HOAX THE #CONMEN, FAKENUTS!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 28, 2019

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Microbes of your idiot mind which has neither ethics nor morality, to consume Eve’s invitees

Of the gas, the hearts of the matter and the incinerated blastoff, fission’s fusion of guardians

To be conceived and lived for a #NewYorkMinute, immersed in #Chinatown loaded shotguns

Inherited from the immigrants who reproduced floods of strangers who met on foreign seas.

Clues to reason from the premises to the conclusion only lead to the dirty water’s jagged edge

To drink or not to drink the aide of the gators, that’s the eternal consternation of mud, sledge

Listen to me, I’ve never told the Truth, I told a Lie, a #Wikileaksoid #DataDump, honky fun

Sanction #MamaEarth, collusion with humanity, the god’s fission and fusion do it, be a sun.

Became a gypsy at birth, scared of the dreams I used to have while I was awake, gorilla mares

About a million dollars got me lost in this space, nobody knew where I went, where I’ve gone

I am goin’ out on a limb, it’s bending my conscience beyond it’s grasp of the Ego, the Id, me

Well certainly, I am the #superEgo, I am always right because I’m never wrong about history.

The Past and Present are all that’s possible to know, the Future will always be either intent or

Accidental progression of #BigBang’s #StarStuff of #Sagan’s ilk, not the angel and devil corps

Comin’ into the fold, young sheep believe that you’ve got to go along to get along, get #Pilled

Blind faith in the leaders of the seven continents of the watered asteroid, will get you killed!

Grow up young children of the elite, die young if you’re the innocent and escape the laughs

Absurd little syllogisms to express the idiotic dominance of the subordinates’ moronic gaffs

Copy your hidden code of DNA, #FakeNews discrepancy of a #Jackass, a conceptual analysis

Light in Darkness shows the empty, nothingness of evolutionary #FakeNuts #TeatsAndArse!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. February 28, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted inside of the womb of my room in the house of the holy, dirty star-stuff and molecular destruction constant, now, #Dive! & of course listenin’ to the Train #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/zftcZYdOl3Y }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

Big Government Health Care PSA (EYEBLAST)

If I didn't know any better, I'd think that the USSR has buried US. But we're not 6 feet under yet, KTPD.