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Sunday, July 22, 2018

"JOKER ON A JACK, IT’S CRUEL SCAT"

JOKER ON A JACK, IT’S CRUEL SCAT

by Richard Joseph Stephan

A little cover for my back y’all, don’t rap ‘bout me when I’m right here and now, front’s center

I know you stopped before you got on a roll, wherever y’are, where you’ve been, smoked ear

Walkin’ and hidin’ in plain sight where you can’t see me, in back, in front, on the side roads

In the twilight zone of the modality where the stoned move for the rocks and boulders of fear.

Thinkin’ about less than the things that I thought about ‘fore my zygote achieved a cold beer

Those gametes run around like crazy, like they’re stoned, drunk and ready to move over here

Pleasing Presence of gold, dirty water, from mountaintop flow to Davey Jones' Locker meat

Inside the hillbillies and the whiplash honkies who drove the Devil to his grave of solar Heat.

It’s just a thing itself and it’s all good, nobody I know fears the Evil, opposite of Live, Dead

Just a spelling of a word, it could have been different but it ain’t, backwards Live-Evil head

Bad and ugly isn’t as bad as it could’ve been if the matter didn’t coalesce into the holy Word

Stones and rocks rolled, settled in the backwoods’ creeks, down in the #Holla of a little Bird.

Out of the warm womb now young to move in Time through Space, salt and pepper with glitz

All of the muscles’ blood, cooked and boiled in the burning lightening of an atomic fusion fizz

For the sake of a chance that a Cause could show it’s face at random, natural selection loans

A voice saying nothin’ in the shed but ham bone, American stories of #TheDeadHead bones.

You had a moment and so did I, we survived past our mother and father totems, holy erected

Teased and now full of regret that messin’ around led to twenty years of #HardLabor selected

Rather than being One and all alone in daylight and night, on the sofa without regard for God

Blind faith with old 20/20 vision struggle, gave me the #HeadStart but I ran out of blood hot.

Approaching the limit at where infinity meets my conscious mind’s open end, surprise Jones

It doesn’t matter if you are crazy or sane, you’re one and the same, Unmoved Mover of stones

Orbiting, spinning, burning mass, transforming a Thing Itself into the zipper that keeps it in

Immaculate concepts, drunk here, now, we’ve bitten @Apple of Eve, All is One #Trump skin.

r j j stephan, i { #ThatAintWorkin’ #WeGottaMoveTheseRefrigeratorsAndColoredTVs }

c. July 22, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST { header is my favorite sexagenarian #rockerChick, Stevie Nicks }

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of randomly arranged notes on an octave scale of Do, Re, Mi on youTube JAMZ Dire Straits & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/lAD6Obi7Cag }

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Saturday, July 21, 2018

"SCENES FROM AN EMPTY BOTTLE* #FoolDisclosure @FoolDisclosure

SCENES FROM AN EMPTY BOTTLE *

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, July 21, 2018

A tall and small punk all rolled into one little face from 1954 AD, just because you’re android

By a bad guy with a knife, in a dark room without a stitch of light, full power’s common sense

Comin’ inbound from the netherworld, outside somewhere in the essence between my Voids

I have no reason, no language, no thought to mend your ignorance, innocence and petulance.

To drink and eat the matter that is present, here and now, masticate the divine self, chew it

Teeth bite flesh and bone, suck blood out of hearts and sin out of souls while Earth’s in orbit

No idea why it’s goin’ around and around, history is hysteria and hysterical, yet all we got

Believe in the blind men and women who died and left dusty, old bones, God’s record spot.

Fear and loathing of who you are and what you’ve become after being cut loose from the sun

Light from the violet to the red, purple, royal blue, crimson and pink shades and hues of fun

Protecting your family and yourself from the predators left in the gangways and four corners

With the power within your hands and feet, you can mold the world around imagined fears.

Why the fire mixed with the water and entered my mainline, injected venom popped a cork

Let the genie out of the bottle with the smoke that disappears in the electromagnetic sky-park

In an empty vacuum, there you go again, nowhere to go once you’re out of here, go reverse

Back into the matter, over and over again, ad infinitum, highballs and 7-7’s, it gets worse.

When the buzz wears off of the reality and your hands and fingers protect your head’s face

Knowing that you must remain awake during battle to stay alive is the knowledge of a race

To be hit in the head by the hardest rock from the ground of this flotsam and jetsam of Sun

And then you die in pain or in your sleep before you get to be 100, in China, USA or One.

r j j stephan, i { *header’s cropped photo of my 4 year old #stare in 1955, #EyesWideOpen }

c. July 21, 2018 Saturday 12:22 PM PST

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{ drafted while listenin’ to JEET KUNE DO Inosanto Academy of Martial Arts video of my sensai’s (RichardKrueger) sensai, Dan Inosanto online @ https://youtu.be/Dvd3G7tO8EA ALSO BIT THIS @ https://youtu.be/qZ_xs40Rv-k }

Friday, July 20, 2018

"HOMELESS, THE BLUES & WINGS" #SmarterNotHarderUNLESS ...

HOMELESS, THE BLUES &WINGS

Friday, July 20, 2018
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What eats Nothing at all, weakened the @Herd of @Many with the essence of sweet Never

Not that you care or want to be exactly what you are, what you’ve become, what you’ll be

System of the melted, frozen snow from mountaintops, riverlets of your Mother, my father

Dead as the things #DeeBears leave in the woods, on purpose, out of the Way of you & Me.

Checking to see if it’s the case or not, whether you love this planet or even in the #Darkroom

Inside your head’s mind calculates that you’re a mortal, an animated bonebag ‘s mortal skin

Not only the case that I want to be alive forever but also I am here and now in pending doom

Periodic termination of the DNA reproduction in cycle of being and nothingness #Collusion.

Where did your Ego and personality, your being’s mind go at that #NextToTheLast breath?

Read the #Word, nobody knows, they leap to an unconditional assumption that All is well

When it is anything but well, ship of the fools we’re related to on the sea of fictional #Hehl

Space where conscious’ divinity is assumed to be Cause of Good, Evil, Birth, Life and Death.

You are and I am part of the people, places and things we call ‘Them” but the #Floyd is “Us”

Way back when Ignorance was bliss and wisdom, knowledge’s plethora of info-data omnibus

Sacred wisdom your #Mama warned you about, staying away from the rational thought dust

A birth of a #Devadip and dozens of vinyl and compac discs later, still the #Man, hum buzz.

Sweet sweep of a prime broom in Space-Time, mine moves away, I’m guiltless, I am faultless

For no reason, y’all go ahead and pick a number from One to ten and then I’ll terminate clues

Why? Just because I can, like the creator of heaven and earth can do, I will do that, guiltless

Deep, holy holes, asleep at night at an edge of darkness, Carlos Santana ‘s freeway of #Blues.

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 20, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to Carlos Santana on his #Birthday #7-21-1947 & I personally salute the #Devadip for the many hours of Time spent listening to LIVE & RECORDED versions of #PureLove! Thank you my brother from another mother! #OyeComoVa link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/VYEgCukYZbA }