A GEM FROM THE MUSE O' MINE on 7-7-18 #WeAreAlone

OH, AN IDIOT ARE YOU? GOD!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 7, 2018

 

Please take no offense if the shoe fits and you’re wearing it today or yesterday, OMG Eve

But you made the bed with the snake, the killer, the bite of poison, LSD apple to deceive

Eat the fruit, bite the apple, plant the seeds, grow the feed, masticate, digest and excrete

That’s life, it’s what all the people say over and over again, ad infinitum, I’m an antidote.

Being ahead of the curve and get behind the left or right wing of eco-politico cultural silk

Pills swallowed, elixir drank, powder blown-in, got a head full of clouded perception, milk

Mellowed out and full of the scat you call wisdom and knowledge, temporal void blood clots

Who cares about the SMF’ers on daytime or late night TV, cable news or Troll blogged-spots.

To have the convulsions of the nervous system in public or private, you feel a need to bleed

Learn the A to the Z to spell what you say, to write down what you mean, no reason to plead

An irrelevant time from your birth to your death becomes relevant shaming to a clever exit

Say what you found out while being alive here on Earth, stating opinions then suckling teat.

Not of mothers’ wombs but the teats of the nugatory, void of emptiness, nothing, no atoms

Intrigue the wonder, adolescence to geriatric dysfunction, watchin’ the parade to the ashes

Pretend it’s not right there, in back of you, waiting for guards to sleep, miraculous fiefdoms

Yet, there it is as it always is, within you behind your eyes above your neck, genius and bums.

You will move from here to where ever you will to go, metaphorically, your will will be hid

As above, so below the saying is said by someone who knew/guessed it was the Truth on loan

From dead philosophers, mystics, high and low priests of Cielo and Hades to my humble Id

Earth minds think and write words to be read and understood, humanity is a Divinity’s clone.

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r j j stephan, I { yo, #Eve “...searchin’ for a heart of gold ( a miner for One ) & I’m gettin’ old...” - Neil Young }

c. Seven-Seven-2018 Saturday @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to my cyber-program radio station, #RicoRockHard the link was @ https://www.iheart.com/favorites/ricorockhard-46905630/ } 

 

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"PURPLE ROSE OF THE VILLE"

"PURPLE ROSE OF THE VILLE"

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, July 5, 2018

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It’s not all about Roseville, it is about a rare flower in the population of poppies and sativa

I still want the Cubs to win the World Series again, something’s wrong with me, ma and pa

Nothing is wrong with my body or mind it’s the thoughts I’ve had about things themselves

Nobody in particular, nobody’s mother, father, sister, brother or friend forced my will to bow.

On being backed up against a wall in a situation or two and then moving on, it’s done, it’s fine

Thing is, man I’ve become, son of my WWII swabbie dad and USO dancin’ mom’s jitterbugin’

Purple rose all alone, one of a kind immortal petals that are immune to the air’s dysfunction

Gas and protein coming from a Big Banger before I arrived, my egocentric one, selfish origin.

I had the high hopes dashed that remained after the Big Bang of the universe’s matter, blew it

All of the expectations evolved from the impossible to the highly probable, guessing a bit

Nobody but the priests believe the blind faith in the invisible presence, creator’s all-extinct

The One who made the purple rose from an empty seed, DNA spunk, drain down the sink.

A confidence man to keep the flow moving in the movies, the films, the cinema mocking life

Pretending that the celluloid means something more than Reality’s appearance to perception

Eating, wasting away to each spin of the wobbling relic of glue-like astral filth, husband’s wife

Mother Earth, Father Sun, a periwinkle-Nothing, a Void of human God’s invisible, clear skin.

Lower expections cancelled high hopes of heroes and old lemmings, speeding, decelerating it

The fact that the sky is actually no limit at all is merely what #Up looks like when snow blind

That is not a problem, like other facts ignored until the things waste away, I may be an idiot

Ain’t my fault, nothing to do with #PurpleRose genes, my faraway encounter of the 3rd Kind.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 5, 2018 @ 6:44 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to witless, worthless, innane #TalkRadio on Talk 650 KSTE with the Armstrong & Getty Listeners #FullInsomnia }

 

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