#WereOnlyHuman so, #SometimesWeCry #SometimesLoveJustAintEnough

ON WHICH THINGS POLARIZE PINHEADS & PAUPERS

Which idiot wears comfortable shoes, a racehorse gets them nailed into their hooves

Whether you’re in or out of Lincoln Park or Washington Square, it’s a soul’s grooves

This is all she wrote to me, a brief not that let me know that it was never love’s dock

Powers that be love and hate, good and evil just a random spin around the G-block.

Recollect six lives before your conception in holy wombs, occult motherless orphans

Empty your drawers now, you’ll need the room and space to roam town to township

Metropolitan or raw country boys and girls grow into the dead who bury the hatchet

Down under or out of this Earth’s Space, atmospherically pressured to #TicToc sheet.

Isolated millions of miles away from anything, neither you nor I have a free choice, so

You get what you got, Star Trek & a Million Years B.C. & everything in between blows

Of winded jobs from the ladies of the night and bad boys of the hood in the day, alas!

Grim reaper vacuums the crumbs leftover from the last suppers & champagne glasses.

Your ennui & fake interest in outcomes of your friends, foes & family, all feud en masse

Concerts too loud in audio or too soft headed in video combine & create the rock pass

Mighty mice and super boys animated in cartoons and real-life plays on living, it’s tight

Stoned junk to pump into arterial context of the matrix, it’s all bloody well right, right?

Buns in bags, old bags of bones, still upright & living in mortality’s disguise of the Thing

Itself, whatever it is, call it WORD, create a sound of your hot air blown from the kissing

Grin from the inside but fake the grimace on the outside of your skull, you go far away

Do not disturb the copacetic nature of the inherited genes, silent monks knew The Way.

It’s when you realize the nature of the beast, try to forget about it, don’t look far away

Zen tried, amnesia attempted, sleeping unconscious to Presence of Earth, Wind & Fires

Mist of the mystical smoke and mirrors, it sticks in the mud’s dripping sweat of One Day

Gods spent a wad on the spin, the wobble, gyrating shank strategy of uncontrolled sires.

Convoluted mirror to see nothing clearly, deduced the inductions, assume we wear a bib

Concluded and finalized, put to bed, put to sleep, like a tiny baby with a bottle in the crib

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, showing you’re all so programmed too

As most soft-headed, ultraviolet human beings can see, It Is Known, Purple Haze is blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

( Handcrafted in enhanced, conscious deception of the nature of this beast

& this reality while listenin’ to the @Doors link @ https://youtu.be/hzM71scYw0M }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TuTuTrustInYou #ImAlreadyGone #ItsAlrightNow #NeverEnoughTwosToMeToo #MemesMimicMemes #TheEagles #JacksonBrowne

 

ONE CHASING ODDS, FIVE TWO-TWO, TWO-TWO & A TUTU TOO  

Owned haymakers thrown while I was in the barn takin' a roll in the hay, I sinned

Played the #FastAsleep pretenders from down in black holes upto babies pinned

With the devil dogs and spirit guides who aided in sacred Ways of infantile racks

Not much to say after you've figured it all out, saddle up, eat my dust, fullbacks.

Who do you think you are?  Who I am?  I don't think it's a sign of a fool's rhymes

In the space of infinite, micrometers from the Essence, gotta go, reincarnation

To the place in Space where you began to sleep and dream of The Thing's times

Always unconditionally loved because there is no effect after the annhilation.

Incarnate means in the meat and sinews, the bones, the joints, the animation

Of playin' the fool or the wise arse old woman, daughter of a wise arse old man

Both played the songs, beating bucks' skins, plucking animal chords mortal sins

Against nobody, against Null but the imaginary punk junk among UFO Mexicans!

Hey man, enough of the too much or too microscopic, your #fake sorrow is all

It always was & always will be the nature of the baby human, how to be a ball

Round or elliptically yours in an orbit you'll never see with your blind mind's eye

It's not the third one!  No son, it's neither the second nor the first, kill the guy!

Huge or invisible tot he naked eyes, always before it's never again, a gambler

Puttin' the cash into the paper, the money into the bank's bottom full of hogs

What I am & what you are is the stuff stars are made of, hydrogen man cougher

Without which there's no water, you get my drift?  Identify with the black dogs!

This doesn't mean it's rock and roll just because it's got a beat to sway & bob

Heads shakin' the bones down below, foot loose and fancy to be free of the mob

Nothing cared about more than the One, right there in front of your blind eyes

Something doesn't appear to be an accurate representation of Truth, It's Lies!

Abundance of chaos once the Black Hole begins it's terminal appearance, UFO

What they are is the spirits that can't get out of this atom's sphere alive, nono

It's not an option, only angels know this for certain, there's blind faith for US

Bacon's Shakespeare got Romeo, Juliette's philosophy waxed Francis' curse.

Spilled the beans, prayin' to God in deep outerspace, left over to be all alone

Here and now, forever holding our peace's mother and father, orphan i-phone

Numbers of infinite combination to connect the good, bad nevertheless ugly

Beautiful is what we all want, the apple of our eyes, our feeling ends, FREE!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  5-22-22 Dimanche @ 911 AMPST

{ Hide out found where the pretender resided since my conception of this dream, I'm dreaming, not anyone else but morbidity leftover for the creation, SCREAM!  Blasted this out while listenin' to #SomebodysBaby & HITS by @Jackson_Browne https://youtu.be/mHC_Y-l1YQU }

F I N I S

A M E N

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhiskeyForMyMen #BeerForMyHorses #SKOAL

MORE COWBELL, FLOATIN' DOWN THE RIVER, GOT MY MONEY & CIGARETTES 

I made a few mistakes now & then but I got pushed into the river, I drowned in reverse Zen

Perfection is nothing but a conceptual analysis of what you cannot do, being just too human

For the bones we've been created from and the ones we've created, we owe the old savant

Nearly a foot in the grave so to speak, like it or not a mortal morsel of a divine vacuum One.

On any road that runs into a fork where you've been forced to the decision to exit homes

Without being able to change our mind, it means we've got no choice, we gotta move on

A line from the origin to your final destination, welcome or not, it's comin' for your bones

Down to the atomic DNA, your acid is nothing more nor less than a divine function to run.

Struck in the face, square in the nose, dotted both of my eyes, yo' mama said knock me out

So I think I am, or maybe I just must be because at least I'm thinkin' I am, one fact of living

Life is a game, a board game and you're the racecar or the thimble, move until the ending

It's all over when it's over and you'll be the first to know, others will check, make 'em pout.

I was a teenager but who cares, I was a dependent infant & lived to be aged, an old man be

No pun intended, really seven decades of living in this cask of Amontillado, got a full monty

Screaming like it was the funniest punch line ever heard, it was only a fine line crucifix key

Hung up and left out to dry when a thunderstorm was comin' upon the whole of Mercury.

Suddenly, the second planet from the burning star that makin' Time to My empty Space

I was a winner in the world and the loser in me turned out to be the yin to my yang face

Black, white, rainbow from infrared to ultraviolet wavelengths & frequencies, god-whore

All of the omnibus is Nothing but a thing in the middle of nowhere, morons with no more.

High and low priests and brothers of the cloth, wear no underwear & take what you give

From the bottom of your heart or your pants pocket or pocket book, give tides to a sieve

Never full, always room for a handout from the charity of sorrow for being related to Eve

Adam was a problem originally but the introduction to paradise of a beauty, bad I believe.

Can't keep the intent of the mind on One subject or One object when Love of Life is there

In a room, anywhere on Earth, all too human boys & girls have no choice but to be divinity

On or off of a gas or electric stove, the heat is on, runnin' like hot wind, I need a cold beer

Ice cold on ice, I don't care if it's a Schlitz or a Hamm's or even an Old Style, I'll drift to sea.

Poverty and wealth parts of the trouble with mankind, it's all dog eat dog world bein' kind

Amazed that it's covered up well enough for the Many to believe the incredible, it's so fine

On a Time line in imaginary Space, a matrix full of commercial offers to to be happy & sad

Baby unaborted, free or indentured lettin' bones move to the light of the sun's proton fad.

Burned is not bad but it's not good either, neither good nor ugly nor bad, just a rose bud

Ready to become what it's seed meant it to be, the code of beauty, color, shape, scent

Velvet feeling on every petal until the empty center where Nothing sees all that's a flood

Older than any testament or collection of dyed life, munched into the leftover scat rent.

Ran into a truck or a wall, I think I may have been smashed out of the universal face of an Id

Shallow as I can surf the curls but there's no Truth there, go deeper, use knife-sword fencin'

Below, cut underneath their souls, invisible as always & still a subject's predication, The Kid

It's #TheKid to you man, I told you I'm the One your mother warned you about, no pity son. 

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudy, Janvier XX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to @JoeWalsh #InTheCity & HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xUDFMl-TsaA & @TalkingHeads #TakeMeToTheRiver link @https://youtu.be/v4azbl96BJY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

BEFORE & AFTER L I F E

#ComedyHelpsYouCryAboutBullsScat #MarlboroMan #ThisISWhereTheCowboyRidesAway #MetadataDeleted #TrainWreckCBD

COVid19-BLOCK POW-WOW, ROLL LEAD OUT, IT'S GOLD!
Of the women and the rats, of mice and the men who trap and kill them, bandits of the pantry
Eating everything that's free and easy to get to, it is what the vermin does to escape extinction
On the way to procreate the screeching moochers who want everything for free because of you
What you said and what you did for the last time, you'll never know because you died of the flu.

A coenzyme for the viral and bacterial infections will attempt the coup d'etat & enter the pool
Full of fool's DNA and the ones who claimed to be mortal wisemen, medicine men of the smoke
Putting nobody in front of another you can't see the gist of the thing itself, First Cause of a Move
Made it before it was too late for COVID19 vaccines to trigger your antibodies, immuned a tool.

Continuum from the infinite to the finite where we inhabit this dream in a dream, waxing a Poe
I don't care what you think or what they all say, I'm the flying eagle you'll never ground, ya hole!
Picnics you can't recall and birthdays that never happened 'cause you didn't know the day of Me
January through December on every fourth year, I am a baby of the Leap's 366th day and night.

February 29th comes every four years, pretending to be the reason why we exist, why we breed
Offspring has gone far, far away to another galaxy and what's left are flys on the walls, to bleed
Not much left after your final gasp for gas into head and lungs, no oxygen kills mind in the brain
No more talking, shouting, screaming, singing about the persons, places and the things from rain.

Owl says who, man says me and you, God says what the intercourse have you been drinkin' fool
First Cause's One before the Last Effect when the somnambulism gets tuned up in the gene pool
You become #Woke like no other, awakened by the freeze and the boil on the hot stove, a burn
There, there you little freak, I'm not referring to your exception to the rule, up is down, out is in.

Blinded by the lights and the faith of the believers in poppycock & illiterate monk bangin' a gong
Left over for me n' you to search for, to find the philosopher's stone, red or blue, Tallyho, let it go
Road is long, it's the middle fork of the American River's bed, on the rocks left over from a Blow
Volcano too hot to contain itself, heavy rocks and the matter that goes up and down, Earth song.

I scooted onto the stage, then crawled, walked, ran and fell down a hundred times, give or take it
To the homes of my parents, their kin and the world as we know it, sensory perception ain't shyt
Even if it was a 'thing' it wouldn't be my thing, could have gotten my pencilneck into a holy noose
Strangled because I was strange and everything was strange around me, defenseless like papoose.

April 8 all locked in tight now here and it's a moot point but it's a nice day and it appears it's dead
Like everything that lives, it must cease metabolism and allow the mind, to be the soul of a creed
Blind faith to jump to an untenable conclusion is all there is when you deduce induction's coach
As the bats and balls pile up on home plate, the fist fight reminded me that I don't like the Roach.

Big daddy and little mama put me here to see what would become of my Time in Space, no lies
Innocent and perfect they deduce I'm the product of @Oneseys & @Twoseys, out of order pies
Hot as the second it came out the oven, cherry pies, all I needed to end it, my ultraviolet eyes
Dancin' in the moonlight just because I see and feel my feet and hands, a hidden secret divulged!

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r j j  stephan, i
c.  April 8th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:59 PMPST{ #WhatIGotYouGitItPutInYou #WalkThisWay drafted while jammin' to @RedHotChiliPeppers vs. @Aerosmith @LaurelAndHardy #MashUP link @ https://youtu.be/If9qQ4XgabY?list=RDMM }
* TrainWreck comin' & you'll be on the caboose with me, ready, get set...#WalkRightThisWay!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
#IDontWannaDieInATrainwreck with #ONE #DeadmansHand

#RoosterGuffawing #BabyImYOurs #DanceSisterDance @Santana #COQ10

PAX ON Y’ALL, 1833-1896 ALFRED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, September 14, 2020

--------------- #SystemsDown -----------------

Some say that there’s a time for everything but nobody knows who said it first, but who GAS?

Nobody cares if they’ve got the correct information to formulate conclusions regarding reality

Therefore, they move about the field of dreams & find the miserable lives floundering in scat

From their own kin’s aberrant behavior to the herd mentality of the mass of civilization, drat!

Fortune is a lucky injection into the causes and effects that become what is in the end, Life

A game or a serious enterprise of the Many who apparently worship the One, under the Sun

In any case, a rhyming series of thoughts and ideas to end in the final destinations sweet spot

Steal that ticket, that’s the Way, somebody else will do it if you don’t, act that power, Know It!

Then with the Unknown in your rat-snitchin’ corner, go about your animation feeling, king

Or a queen as the case may be, either way, essence of the human species is a Substance thing

Where the atomic and subatomic merge into the vortex of the Singularity, it’s never my fault

A messenger from the belly of the beast, upchucking the Lord at a last supper, for sinner salt.

Lord is overlord or under-lord but in any case, a creature feature of comedy and tragedy plays

Child and adult play their games until that bitter end corpus dilecti calling of the end of days

It doesn’t matter that the universe, galaxy and solar system are big, infinitesimal good fights

What matters is that funky, religious, apolitical skew of philosophy’s End of Queen’s knights.

On a south Monterey beach of the Pacific coast, California golden rock in a San Andreas fault

Come in the 1800’s and leave in the 2020’s and the beat goes on to infinity in a goddess’ vault

Dripping karma from seven holes in the head, tears from heaven on my way to touchdowns

Trippin’ over the footing in a headwind just before resuming the backstroke on Mimi’s bones.

Alpha males and Omega females make the world go ‘round in circles ad infinitum or they die

Without recombining their DNA product of their own ancestry’s random trip under The Sky

Therefore, besides flyin’ around the sun in space and not knowing why, there is no accident

Earth came from a Big Bang and is a microscopic bit of dust in the Cosmos’ collection of rent.

My crafted argument leaves any who follow to the deduced conclusion, then out go the lights

There is no liberty or free will choice in the mechanism, it’s a necessary condition for the con

You’ve got to blindly believe in the meaning of words, as you understand them to mean Fun

Games played between birth and death, back to sleep, as the tamed souls eat growling bites.

Yes, therefore there’s no disagreement, logic rules of reason in Zen order of subjective objects

Become the predication of the animals we’ve enculturated into fruit of animal sex production

From the skin outside to the bones and horns that frame the beasts, all of those survived sex

Brutal to the females and weak males, in defense of the useless, soft male, what’ll be will be.

If you must kill or be killed to stay alive yourself or keep your loved ones safe above & below

Interior to our Earth down to the core of it’s being, hot as the sun’s exterior, It needs a blow

From the battles of Montezuma’s halls, Tripoli’s shores or the American Civil War fratricides

My friends and kinfolk are forlorn sequestered behind their homes walls, not homeless & old.

Bricks in the wall are all there is and they’ve been reformed from the original star dust of Sols

Madmen don’t burn PRIZES in Americas’ or Euro-Asians’ 21st century thrones of good times

Space’s Time isn’t animated by nature, a paradoxical singularity generates Warp, black holes

Therefore, I’m what I’ve always been since my origin, empty fixation on narrow word rhymes.

A gist to the whole shebang leaves no question that Nothing has been what it’s all about, eh?

Emptiness outside of the matter of atoms which coalesce into forms of shaped dust to play

One happened first and then there were many, similar but not precisely like the One’s DNAs

So, it begins, therefore it ends, shirt off my back, out in the street, barefoot, robbing its divas.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, September 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #Amigos side A & B on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lUwCUITkGwo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?

#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.?

GOD BLESS AMERICA

..."IF YA DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT, YA CAN'T HAVE ANY PUDDING....HOW CAN YA HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YA DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT." pink floyd

went to destroy some hard drives today at a firin' range north of yuba city today..kiddin'....K.Y.P.D. laughin' out loud ! !