#Daytrippin' #Nightflyin' #dead @GratefulDead @AlbertWenger @GeorgeCarlin

IF IT’S TRUMP, I’M IN OR I’M OUT *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, May 28, 2020

--------------------- DEAD ---------------------

Pierce my skin through my bones and the stupid shiitake I carry around maybe a day or two

Then in one small or large fuel dump, it’s rolled down river to the hot, septic reservoir stew

All of the refused masticated crumbles of life from the planet’s holes, caves of deadhead hair

Believe in something that you will never know is true or not, proof of life is a day-nightmare.

I am going on from the alpha and omega before the final cataclysm, over a perfect dead body

Literally, nobody will care in or out of your family in about a hundred years, it’s the raw truth

You have to be in a deep sleep to see the American dream from my point of view old buddy

In a photograph or GIF of your ‘something’, you express misconception that you’re all in it.

Good of God and Bad of Zero down below, whatever it takes to get this here life my friend

Alternatives of life in a different time in a different place is not a viable alternative to the end

When you and I die, that’s it, your and my ancestors knew this, prima face bait and snatch

Invest in the future of your life right here and now, it’s my life too, it’s all One, super-natch.

Logic and reason used as a tool for the forming of the rings around your fingers, Truth be told

Seriously analyzing the data and formulating a deduced conclusion worth the weight in gold

Or platinum or silver or uranium, in any case, the value of the dead rocks sent to be the vapes

We’re not getting out of here alive, not even you or your mama, your grandfathers were apes.

Grim reaper isn’t comin’ in a minute or maybe I’m wrong, you never know right, you can’t tell

Nothing predicted in the future other than the essence of everything, consciousness rung bell

To be or not to be, to die or not to die, infinity of abstraction on a pandemic trajectory, hit me

Rabbit hole for Alice and me, we got in and out with minions in wonderland, my mind awoke.

River ran down to the sea from the melted ice on top of the mountains, a star just got the hots

Or the planet’s spin and wobble at the proper angular momentum, leaves a Bible of God dots

Chapters from the genesis to the omega revelation that your maker will come back for you, eh

Doors froze the soul, body expires but probably not until after your final gasp, be here today!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 28th, 2020 AD @ 4:25 PM PST *OutMyColdDeadHands #OOMCDH MOLON LABE

{ Adventure begun today with my better 1/2, #NailedIt this AM, drafted this while jammin’ to the mighty #GeorgeCarlin link @ https://youtu.be/FVVo036N9OY & #AlbertWenger link @ https://youtu.be/t8qo7pzH_NM }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#gUNlover #G's & the #MILFs #2020smokedMirror #PlayinRussianRouletteButSheLoadsAllSix {?}

MAMA, SNAKE GUNLOVE CE SOIR!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 12, 2020

-------  PistolPeteLove -------

Loaded your chamber full of love & slipped you a #Mickey for kicks, hotsaucin’ hog chitlins

She loved all of the hired guns. fast guns and now Betty’s got a loaded double-barrel shotgun

All or nothing to sneeze at, got spears for chuckin’ and bows and arrows’ poison points of fun

Weapons ridiculous, all seem OK to be an existential threat, cuz you wear a sombrero of sins.

Among the many there are very few nevertheless there’s some few that pick a solo race to run

Shined up and glowing right before the final suck and draw for the last .38 or S & W weapon

It all comes down to chambered gunpowder power, what the chinese magic gave, gunlove fun

Red hots & fries, only city wankers know, your daddy’d blow me away for a hotdog on a bun.

Fixin’ to get into a scuffle just ‘cause somebody doesn’t like a smartass, a smart-alex denaro

I’m grinnin’ ear to ear and waiting for the dude to spill his beer, he’s too high to know, see

Punched to the forehead and one to the groin, down you go, for the duration of mimachero

I am not what you think, I’m something else but you’ll only know my sign, never know me.

You know when the girl’s breathin’ kind of funny like when you’re done runnin’ out of breath

Then I realized it wasn’t ‘cause of me, a reaction to either a dream or a real daymare of death

I’m comin’ for the one that thinks they can when they can’t & I can, on the way to the prisons

One after the other I wanted to break out and go nail ‘em against the wall, this enemy mine.

Get the phenol phloem out of my phased out face and leave the guilty plea to one that’ll burn

My way or the highway were not the same One, they were the crossroads, point of no return

High and mighty, who the hell are you and I don’t know you for over 30 years, under my wig

38 years in the scrambled egg and vegetables, toast and bacon, lovin’ the chicken, cow & pig.

Si, you think you’re a bandito you mescalero reject from the Tequila and Everclear factories

It’s a cinch that you didn’t come in on a breeze from heaven, but a sewer from Hades, it sees

Complete satisfaction with the dynasty of nobody, just one that breathes for the busted form

Of mice and men that brew the witches inside of their own cauldron’s overheated tapeworm.

Shootin’ water not rounds of lead shaped like a missile, ready to be smashed flat to the bone

Gun shy but it never gets too bad ‘cause I love the gun so much, darlin’ baby-boo, it’s money

Marketing strategy for the minions to make the days and nights go in and out like the rivers

Nothing, perpetual flow of Russian’s roulette plays with Smith & Wesson, yellow lilly livers.

Such a real #Gunlover tonight, it’s ridiculous how fine those legs, hips, arms are, she’s all that

I don’t have a choice and it’s the matter of the fantastic dump of dirt we got here, I’m a screw

What we have to mold with this clay and rock and the way we roll it all downtown, it’s #SoFat

GunLove arrows shot into my heart and the long knives cut my skin blue tonight, love tattoo.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out of #Cosmos playin’ #Gunlove & HITS loaded chambers in a loop by @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhoIsHiding #VirusInPlainSight #NowhereYetEverywhere #Maskup on your #Makeup @LosLonelyBoys @ArtieShaw

CLOSURE EVENT HORIZON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

---------------  #WaitAndSee #NFW -------------

My down is not my up and the end is not my beginning, extreme unction for the soothing pie

Humble innards from the depths of psycho perception of the dream within a dream, pre-post

Presence of the people in the motels and hotels that used to be empty, now homeless camps

In your city and in your towns of fat bastards and crazy, cruel bitches with feelings, ya Bums!

Who am I to say? A visit a few thousand years ago and we dropped off some of our used fuel

Now, here y’all are, as they say down south, that’s fine but the evolution is beginning to fail

It’s not because there’s any evil will to become extinct, it’s built into the program, to prepare

It the inevitable and some of the most profound wisdom of the DNA, you’ve procreated hair!

The carrion are the carriers of the hair which in turn is the breeding ground, viral & bacterial

Rocks left over from Big Bangs and/or the illusion of being in a dream you can’t awaken from

Close in on the Singularity because there is an inevitable collapse of the Event Horizon into 0

Why we all got an outside chance to breathe in the hot and cold winds of change, don’t know!

Uncertainty is a certain principle that cannot erode during time, it’s an abstract, sacred vapes

Policy to hear the words and comprehend the essence of grunting sounds of hot, naked apes

Deep Space & Time pussyfooting Truth, you remember it all, the day before God’s conception

Here and now, at this spot in Time, there’s Nothing, quest complete, to divine err, it is done!

Pumped the lights from the ultraviolet and infrared region of the burning stardust into a shell

Packed it with the powder of fireworks to send it as far as it could go in an outer space of hehl

Dubious to be one of the many concerned with all but the One but there it is, old man & a sea

It’s what happens if you don’t die young, you get to speculate about the promise of eternity.

Saved from an edge of the twilight zone, all ghosts’ hands on the funky deck, mother’s milk

Nobody can find us and nobody will until UFOs return from the Ether of #DiamondAndSilk

Bloody & without any hint of heartbeats, y’all get what ya paid for, get specific to the generals

Mic’d up for the mass, celebrating the death dancin’ cancer of God, risen from a rotten grave.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Waiting for my 5th on the 4th of may, may the 4th be with you though, I ain’t no hater, but well.... wrote this while listenin’ to @ArtieShaw #HornUp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GsiKy_H1KUM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllThereIs @Santana #EverythingIsNothingAtAll #StringTheoryAndYourLittleArse

HIDDEN MOMENT, SWEATY BALLS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020

--- #TimeWaitsForNobody #TimeIsOut ----

Fairy tales cannot come true, even if you have a fairy who delivers upon demand, acts of Will

Intention to do what needs to be done at any given time when opportunity arises to break bad

We all do what we gotta do, under pressure or not, nothing really matters in Mariana’s trench

All you are you take with you as you leave your nest of Ma & Pa, you’ll use the good wisdom?

Perfection of the mutated genetic matter not only was impossible, it’s an impossible fool’s act

Recombining the DNA from species-specific coupling will edge toward extinction, life’s effect

Or the Facts of Life which are, girls and boys grown become mothers and fathers, good & bad

Not just some men and women but Everyone, there are no exceptions to the Rule, so, so sad.

Today cosmic stew flew right past an infinite series of burned out stars, looking like planets

Wait! What? Those are burned out stars just like all of the rest, they burn & burnout dumb

Nothing new or special about that, infinite time is a series of eating, bird, cow & veal cutlets

Minimum wages will get you to survive in a hostile environment but you need a mate/chum.

Exploration of the world as we know it is disregarded when we go to sleep at night or we die

Nothing including your entire life and career full of memories of the good, the bad and ugly

Miraculous things realized and for a very important reason, miracles are symbolic of a secret

You know like I know what happened before or during the #BigBang, Bam now you know!

Unified laws and general theories, relativity’s categorical imperative, you lived, you’ll die high

Nothing other than that is certain, Dr. Heisenberg’s principle erased the gods, less One’s flip

My true self has nothing to do with my mother and father in the flesh, an entropic soul’s sigh

Utter domination of Alice bytes lost in #Wonderland’s Black Hole, I am as I willed to be, Zip.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Drafted during a lecture on #BlackHoles by Leonard Susskind- The father of String Theory How many bytes of information in a black hole can a guy fit into a bar? link on youTube #IncreaseTheMass #FireItUp @ https://youtu.be/2DIl3Hfh9tY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FourScoresAgo #ThatTookALongTime #WOKE #upDown #CrashinBoardsOnTheJungleGym

TAKE IT WAY BACK TO THE CLIFF *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 17, 2020

--------  #WakeMeUp #YouAreWokeUp ---------

We were right there on the cliff, out on the edge where there’s nothing but rocky sand below

At the brink of my memory when I can’t recollect anything else but a soft, warm spot in hell

Where I couldn’t breathe & there wasn’t any light at all, it was faltering, suddenly I jumped

From one presence in one time to another presence in another place, gettin’ my fuel dumped.

Didn’t need to go forward or backward, sideways was good enough for a solar system’s orbit

Therefore, that nature of being was and is good enough for me, it always will be, I am the It

All of It, none of it is without me because it cannot be without the air, the magnetism of a sea

Pulling the tide in and out due to the whippin’ spin and wobble, Davey Jones’ locker for free.

Missed you and all of the opportunity that was knocking at the prison door of an empty gaol

Good and ugly mix well to disguise the nature of the seed within, Gold inside flamin’ thighs

Perfectly square in a rectangular circle, triangulated for the aim at the target, middle of eyes

Monkeys in the shadows waitin’ for the banana peels to boil for the Nana tea, eat your Kale.

Towers of power all babbling with the drool drippin’ from the corner of a mouthful of guff

Learned from the elders, boys and girls who were firstborn to the unwed mothers’ fathers

Pink pong and pool, marbles, tops, yoyos all keep you busy before the misery of a holy See

From sugar so sweet you couldn’t quit the addict, rotted teeth, attention deficit, PhD degree.

Carved the initials into the redwood, as hard as soft rock, knife sharp as my hi-low IQ mind

Time and Space played with the little boys and girls, turned to corpses in s century, OK fine

Slept in every day since the I found the darkness cannot be enlightened by the Truth, as it is

A First Cause had a party and we’ve arrived to sort it out, clean it up, become a Slo-Gin Fizz!

by

r j j stephan, i * header is my whittling on a Pacific Coast cliff north of SF, CA.

c. 17 aprile 2020, Anno del Signore; alle 3:33 Post Meriden; Ora solare Pacifico, nello Spazio

{ Composed in a #WestOfHollywood condition listenin’ to the Steely Dan #TwoAgainstNature on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7ES0OdVB8Yo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoWayForPink @PINK #GravitasLatino @CarlosSantana #SANTANAconcert2020

GIMME A BREAK, WITH THE EYES!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 16, 2020

-------------  #EverythingIsIndeedEverything -------------

Way back a long time ago in 1971 A.D. I volunteered to be your twinkling star on a Hanoi nite

It wasn’t funny shippin’ me off from the Windy City to the Alamo, my old Davy Crockett fight

A day that the #1 fire fighters went upstairs to sleep above the snorkels and hook and ladders

Grandma’s hands never let the bad guys get to me in the holy city’s eye balls, god-impostors.

For Jets and the Sharks, everything improbable in history actually occurred for real, honest

I would not lie to the ones who need to know the reality they are immersed within, fear US

Compared the things themselves to one another and found a homogeneous symbol of Void

Nothing but the sub-atomic dissolution of heaven and hell, reality is eternal, a mother-lode.

Patience and courage from the alpha’s points of view to the victory of the battle to Feel

Keeping the sun’s rays in batteries and incandescent and florescent on a solar Newheel

Hovering above the ground of being where angels feared to go, O2 personally stepped in

Muck and mire choking gestures, #AsAboveSoBelow, NOW, 360 degrees, I Am Oxygen.

Out of the uniform, out of the war, into a universal program of divinity’s particular squats

It’s a One, a Singularity in the middle of the #CoronaVirus from baboons’ humanity plots

Equation mathematically discharged into faded dummies and literal idiots of man’s DNA

Ability to perceive in A Sixth sense, above and below the seven seas here and now, F’n A!

Judging before you are judged by strangers who enforce the rules of being in a black hearse

Unless you want to go to heaven or hell before #YourTime, you must obey just one law first

Teaching every tiny tot the Golden Rule, Kant’s Categorical Imperative’s sweet spot’s foal

Good and Evil fighting like the gravitational collapse of a White Dwarf into a Black Hole.

Blizzard of teeth chewing the muscle and skin off of your sinews and bones, God’s holy fun

And then well you know what happens after that, don’t make me tell you it’s come undone

You must admit it to your true self, there is a gimmick that’s fools and jokers and a holy bum

Reasons for Nothing, a #YoHoHo being on planet Earth, shooters of #StPatty’s day 151rum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi 16 mars 2020 Anno Domini, @ 8:30 Heure normale du Pacifique Ante Meridian

{ Generated in the Void of Mistaken Identity with your hundred year old bag of bones, gettin’ down with #FracturedFairyTales @ https://youtu.be/vVuiunGFT80 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

On 110th Street it's DICEY AND SPICEY, PENS, NAPKINS & THIS SHEETS GOIN' DOWN! #HappyRightNow #ItAintGonnaLastTooLong #ThatIsTheTruth #ItFadesAway #ReasonToLive

NO DICE...BANG YO’ OWN MAMA!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, March 14, 2020

------------------  #FadesAwayFromYou ------------------

Do it right or don’t do it at all, the matter at hand is not afoot any longer, it’s what it always is

Spelling words right or wrong has everything to do with the meaning, the essence of funk fizz

When the entire genome dissolves into a jello muck and mire, a quicker sand than the beach

Now and then the red and white turns blue like the night sky on the other side, out of reach.

Utter nonsense coming out of your head and mouth, terminating in your mother’s vacant dot

Holy end to the middle of the beginning and the finale of the alpha headed to the end, Omega

For the dream to come true it must be manufactured out of A Void you know, recollect a shot

Come and go as the wind and rain do, whirling and swirling around viral bacteria and She, la.

Person to person whatever that is, caused by the original alpha idiot, the moron who is Alpha

Get this down to the lowest common denominator, school is closed, classes are cancelled God

Nothing to learn any more once the virus has inserted it’s ugly DNA head into the microcosm

Punks generated by their mothers and fathers of their sisters and brothers, it’s only a system.

Nothing to see here in the middle of nowhere you called paradise, away from it all, in the hole

Black or white matters little once the sucking begins and gravitational collapse crushes it All

It cannot be stopped by your ma or your pa and their viral infections, consummation of souls

Edit the Word, tell the Truth about the recollection of historical fact and hysterical doubt call.

Dead and gone with a fading tide that moves from anomalies and subsequent quarantine ilk

Out mothers who art in heaven, hallowed be thy wombs, our origin host of the humane milk

Clearly the sentimental journey it’s always been, when the One turns to Many and back again

Why is just because there’s nothing else to do, hustle the humans, control the mortals sinnin’.

Rainbow darkness filling in the blanks of the white-outed, black-balls, analyzing Corona RNA

Jokes aren’t all funny as peculiar as can be, open water birth canal, Last Word to bleed today

Came into blacklist with a free choice, selfless even, nothing to do with it, a God’s goddess’ lie

Actually impossible to tell the Truth, gunshot of Alpha’s spontaneous combustion, hung high.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 14th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted while living here and now, being alive on Earth, whatever that turns out to be & listenin’ to @RareEarthBand #ItMakesYouHappy link @ https://youtu.be/mb1otXnd6Ic }

 FINIS

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

#PeanutGallery #IAmNotWorthy #Temptations #TwilightZone #BallsAndChainsWelcome

FAR AWAY, WHITE TRASH BENDER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 1, 2020

-------------------  #WeAreNotWorthy  ------------------

Slobs reliving the life of the man or woman who don’t worry about anything, not even dead

Alive forever and a day before the end, they’ll get a warning to tuck in all the foot-loose ends

Fait accompli or just an accident of the First Cause mythology, silver spoons in lord of the fly

Fear and loathing for the Truth of the stacks of dead trees and dusted ink from the dyin’ dye.

Black Jesus from Mexico or down Brazil’s way, somebody related to the Aztec or Inca duels

Where the landing of the aliens came to rest their lovecraft out of fuel for any return, 10 rules

Called them commandments to control the fear and loathing of the white evil, hornet stinger

Spelled backwards or forward, live and evil are one and the same thing, don’t shoot a tweeter.

So, let me get this straight, no problem with human sacrafice to the Creator Black Hole saves

In Babylon it will all be forgotten and the memory of me in the desert or atop the hill’s caves

All alone after the rejection and deflection off of the rock hard slate of the tribe’s inefficacies

Spirits too weak to control the hot fire and the frost of the icy days and nights of Uranus’ seas.

Babylon here and now, feeling the burn of the ebb and the flow of the hips, hook up my eyes

Unknown reasons for conception, survival of mortality’s original sin, immortal, invisible lies

Nothing to fear except fear itself deep down in every one of our souls, a purpose unknown X

Unsolved and with deep regret, the occult remains unseen, the wizard magic is a witch’s hex.

Your lights were on when you went to sleep on the top bunk bed, you promised you’d dream

Maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, that is the question since you’ve gasped a final scheme

From German Kant, Latin Seneca or Greek Thales or Chi-Com wisdom of a Lao Tzu droid

Into the Twilight Zone without a need or desire for a rudder to steer to anywhere, it’s a Void.

Do not put your self in my place, stay right there in your own place, delve deep in mortal sin

Marrow of DNA/RNA code, animate the Terra Ferma boogie-man nightmare, hazard rockin’

From a blank screen with nothing but blackness, no white or any color from prismatic bends

What comes out is identical to what came in, eyes and mouths wide open, it’s how it all ends.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 1er mars 2020 Anno Domini (AD) à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Temptations #MASTERPIECE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DrinkUntilYouCantDrinkAnymore #UMMAGUMMA1&2 @Sysyphus

THE STRUGGLE, DEADMAN’S HAND

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

------------   #DontCryJustFly  -------------

Dysfunctional all we have, all there is, everything’s the passing of aces & eights, gettin’ stiff

That is what it’s all about, that and a blues guitar strapped shoulder to hip, axing a neck riff

That will lay the chords down and the rhythm and beats of the heartbeat like about 240BPM

I didn’t know the thing itself was an arpeggio on the block, dreamin’ on dead end street scum.

What it all comes down to is that the form of the play we’re starring in will have a last finale

Some punks lift up their fists as if that means that they have power, clearly 2 aces never fail

It’s all over when the Jacks are trips, full house aces under one eyed Jack’s diamond signs

Whatever dominates dead men’s hands is engulfed in the One, Nothing itself, itself a thing.

Indescribable and with no adjectives to modify the pronoun, It is the whole shebang, Zeus

Greeks, Romans, Europeans, Russians, English, Latinos, Orientals and tempting of a Muse

Who got me here and there in symbiotic osmosis from zygote to corpse, DNA’s magical riff

Acid of ancestors and survivors of #TheStruggle of angels, risen and fallen off heaven’s cliff.

Bring it into the fold just like you wanted to, intention causing manifestations of a dream blur

Sovereign kingdoms and fiefdoms pretending Life is different now that the King’s cape is silk

Queen is a maroon head case, full of the pretensions of vagrant, homeless bums, crooked ilk

Someday, it will be to be or not to be, it will be finished, holier than thou, Plato’s myth of Ur.

Pontious Pilate or Pocahontas provides #TheSystem Ups & Downs of uncivilized revolutions

Men and women want to live free but cannot when they eat prey of their own, it’s hunter sins

Wartime battles of bloody water and dirt, flowing underground ways to magic, warrior fates

Too young to resist bully bellies, backs, faces, legs and lips, #Deadmen tattooed it, aces & 8’s.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NineStepsToHeaven #RoadToEcstasy #PistolWavinPanziesAndMyGrammasHands

SIGNIFY CROSS-TRAFFIC SIGNALS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 3, 2020

- - - #WalkWithMe #HandsInMine #TalkWithMe  - - - 

* * *

Hippopotamus and Hippodromes have as much significance as aftermaths of funeral pyres

Absolute Nothingness in the middle of everything, all of It is here today and gone in hot fires

From subatomic particles to the Singularities that wait for all things’ everything, as y’all sing

At attention or at ease, in any case, Everything is everything and Nothing is indeed, nothing.

Two hats hangin’ on a hat rack, One says to the Other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head-case.”

Now or then humor takes the form of satirical absurdity, that’s my area of expertise, a worm

Fear and loathing of everything, it’s all unknown except named matter’s essence of idol bones

Persuasion with logic and reason, sounds, words and idle phraseology of philosopher stones.

Snapping to an infinite Space and Time in front and in back of the thing that I am, elder man

With naught but society’s security and Adam & Eve’s fecal Bay of pigs in San Fran’s chit-can

No way to stop the bums from the shat of their free food and shelter, it’s the form gods fight

Man’s conceptual ideas in the ether or after trees were chopped to write, DNA’s trip to white.

On becoming so unbecoming that you hide from the light of the day, prowling dark twilights

For the things themselves, some of them and in a biblical sense, all of them eternal catfights

Between angels of the darkness and the light, forming invisible pacts with the live, evil living

Meaning of signs of the crusaders’ cross is that there’s a higher power than Woman or Viking.

AlphaBetaCappaDeltaEpsilon for the sake of Being a tool for a purpose to exist doin’ a Twist

Feelings and thinking things about the causes of the effects we call Life on Earth, raise a fist

With obsidian leather power of fingers inside of sheep fleece and cow’s hides, fits like a glove

Appearance of a face of fear, a human genome with a reason to be here, alive, Valentino love.

I think I must be in utero because I can’t breathe the gas of my holy air, carbon rights left out

Took my breath away, created to suck it in and blow it out, I’m all in and out deep. no doubt

Ship ahoy to the sailors and slaves of the pirate thieves who stole boys from mothers of us all

Slaves to row boats and sail ships from Old schools to New Worlds, rolled up in an eight ball.

It is neither high nor low, either I’m on the right or the left, men and mice both left to the rust

Of cosmic soup, of Earth’s spinning wobble around in an elliptical orbit, a cloud of devil-dust

Gaping hole between it& nothing at all, it’s where it’s all at, brothers & sisters below & above

Empty or full, identical expression of One, a divine spell of magic, logic & unconditional love.

Finding the needle in the proverbial haystack out on the main drag, I used it to blow the ruse

Ruptured blood in vessels that carry a viral motto, #LiveAndLetLive, bleed out blacks & blues

For the love of being steeped in poverty or immersed in the wealth of gold and easier money

It’s all for just a microsecond at a time, of natural, imaginary moments that quell humanity.

Big, large, gargantuan, giant of my inner senses, count our midgets & dwarves’ double checks

Keeping the small ones quiet from voicing their uninformed, opinionated forms of antimatter

Sounds, sights, smells, tastes and just feelings of the good, the bad and the ugly-ace star treks

From ignorance, saved we are, as Yoda might say it, in an iota of Time, what’s goin’ on here?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #WarIsNotTheAnswer #OnlyLoveCanCombatHate drafted jammin’ to a special version of #WhatsGoinON by marvelous Marvin Gaye link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RichardHeadsWelcome #TieYourBootsUp "Y'all workin' even when it's hurtin', up early with the birdies..." #FullThrottle #FixAMonkey @SamanthaFish rocks! #OhYeah!

FIX A MONKEY, AN AMORPHOUS ‘G’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 2, 2020

- - - - - - -

Jokers think they’re winning when they’re losin’ it, bit by bit, no #Bettys left alive with pot

Tomorrow I know that everything will still be everything and the Smoke won’t be anything

In a spatial warp of time lines, penetrating the rainbows of dark angels all karaoke singing

No flights for the ghost who gave it up, six was nine on cold, dead ground, like a flyin’ swat.

Pertaining to the rainbows and the interstellar space above, birds know they’re stuck on a ball

Inside a dome of air, creation of breathing plantation animals, microbes of a Hollywood show

Searching for more life than you’ve already been graced with, jealous of your sister’s later call

Dixieland’s Graceland are just north of Never Never Land where angels fear to go get a blow.

Easy to corrupt the innocence of the children who depend on their host to teach golden rules

Mortgage the youngsters after-school to the corners of the streets down the square block pool

Of men and mice and rats and roaches that animate the garbage and junk of humanity’s yard

Dump it where White Trash fears to go, make room for new, recycled crow, up & down bard.

Remember it all, hook, line and sinker, recollected a Presentation of my life, dire straight says

Recollection of my skinny bones and fat muscles in atrophy, ash in an urn, no free S.E. Cupp

Liberty is a phantom of the holy ghost that moves the DNA of cells dipped in an acidic hiccup

Pennies from heaven for you and me to keep us quiet until the Last Supper of Santa Clauses.

Using facetious puns to misdirect the attention from the present to the past, ignore the come

From nowhere and nothing in particular comes everything in general, amazing I am the One

Not you nor anyone else in particular, All is One, from a piece of charm’s invisible electron fix

Aristotle enhanced Plato’s dialogue for the nature of the Beast, scree screams 9’s got your 6.

You want greed and you get what you paid for, priceless subjects predicating objects of desire

Mental cases comin’ into the front doors in a straight jacket and belly full of sedatives on fire

Uno, dos, the only numbers that really count, 3 up to infinity’s matrix, that’s a Trinity’s funk

Animated the Unmoved Mover inside of your sullied soul, Original Sin’s sixguns, laugh punk!

Shotguns and arrows flung from cross bows to speed wisdom’s point into a dirty mind of Eve

She gave it all, form & matter, things themselves, gave it up to Adam, micro problem reprieve

Nothing else to do in the ennui of Eden, 2 fuq-forbidden fruits, burrowed up, sorry demigods

Deus, Zeus, Jehovah or Ala's Savior, wisdom in One, Joshua, Siddhartha or Buddha hotrods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Created from the Void this AM, excused while I kissed the sky listenin’ to the #Beats of Ramones’ #HeyHoLetsGo #Greatest Hits (2006) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9xmRt_2Aia0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FearAintHere #DreamsAreDyingInTimeAndSpace

GOD’S DAMS & GRAMMA'S HANDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 31, 2020

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Y’all know what y’all can do with this bowl of mean and ferocious men who want to win It

What It is is an unknown, it comes and goes with the annual wind of change, nobody’s fit

All unfit for the trip around the world’s presence of being, evolutionary trip around a star

Burning the hydrogen and oxygen and pollution into the vague, amorphous Void of Dada.

Features of the creatures who worship their only option as a creator, whatever is #Ups

Never, ever what is down under the ground to the open-fire center of the planet’s crust

Nobody knows anything about the reason for being but these holy hominids think of It

Miraculous beyond a wild thought of being in a SuperNova or a starburst’s Singularity.

I’m no Einstein or Kant nor Socrates or Plato but I’m alive and they are not, trump fans

In the game of life they lived and said their piece of this #TooMuchTime on the hands

Grandma’s hands and grandpa’s sweat and tears put me right here and now, grati pal

What I do with it is not their fault but to their credit, without them, I don’t exist, et al.

Back stronger than most to carry the load of the debt that yo’ mama owes God for mortal sin

Come back to paradise when it’s all over, Time and Space don’t last past the 21st new century

It will be done as you see, it’s all you got, everything in the One thing you call it all, me me me

When you know the Truth it won’t hurt but you will hate it, it’s hard to handle it, I am All In.

Now we move from the happiness of having it all in a ball of confusion, embraced my milk

Teats of mama to put us on the lonely road of consternation, possible annihilation with ilk

A mere hundred yards either way you look at it, field goals for three, extra points for none

Championship Football kicked and thrown post to post, offensive line that’s defense’s fun.

Nothing attracts flies like the worms of the Earth’s skin and bones of animated sunlight, US

Oceans and dust of the crust leftover from a Big Bang’s song of lonely-ass freedom to Be done

Loads of the matter turn into the energy flow of your rivers in your mind’s eye Twilight Zone

If and only if you get to the end alive and can look around 360 degrees and see Truth, Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 31st, 2020 A.D. *Happy birthday to my grandma XOXO in Jesus’ HANDS, R.I.P. Josephine Lipuma-Alfano 1-31-1909”

{ Jammed this out of thin air this AM with nothing but my grandma’s hands that lifted this baby into the universe’s cosmic dust, #GrandmasHand #LonelyRoad on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU& @RLBurnside @https://youtu.be/jhKqqYuV9MU }

#Shot above is a #Flashback of my Zen rockwater noise at my retired #Workstation for the @StateOfCaliforniaDeptOfConsumerAffairs!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?