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HIGHER THAN A RIVER’S BED {G}

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, July 23, 2018

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Gangs’ violence and the gods get along just fine, stayin’ alive in memory, surviving solo souls

Separated from their twins at childbirth, three fourths of the living will die in dirt-full holes

If you think that it’s better that you don’t cause the end of your world nor someone else’s ego

Avoid words that express blaming and faulting of the ones that you address, respect the flow.

In the know of the ignorance of our fathers and mothers who felt the bliss of living in the pain

From the labor in fields n’ factories, consuming the affairs of mankind’s all too humane sting

You could worry as if you’ve a choice to repair the harm done, as perceived or forget about it

Save your heartbeats for the important things like breathing in and out deeply, Be a rivulet.

There is no choice for water but to move with the flow and work around obstacles to the sea

Where everything on Earth returns, eventually in one form or another, skull, bones and dust

Peculiar sightings on a screen back-light and a naked form of occult science in your fecal glee

As if there’s a reason to consume and exhume matter other than ‘just because’ dying’s a must.

Please do not insult my ego or my id and call me what I am, all too human big heads’ eyes

Communicate with the flashing lights, advancing and receding shapes in and out of dreams

Awakened from being asleep in this dream, coast west to east shinin’ lights invade my skies

Pretend that your mother and father, professors, tutors and your Self revealed, God creams.

Now, here your are again, trying to complete a mission that’s impossible, appear to disappear

Which you’ll do, whether or not there’s a heaven or a wild, punishing hell, easy as a cold beer

Away from the ground, bones buried, crushed into the stardust’s data stream of solar flares

A lot of things, in a myriad of shapes, forms, to see and touch, to smell, to taste the grey hairs.

Let the missiles fly to the remainder of Tigris and Euphrates, Mississippi and Missouri flow

Pussycats and rabid canines foam ‘cause they’re full of diseased bacteria in a viral playground

Putting DNA at the mercy of mutated RNA is the beginning, the end you’ll be, species’ extinct

Don’t close both of your eyes, you may be nuked by zealots today, It may end, eh? blink-182.

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r j j stephan, i { “G” in header signifies: #Gnosis Gnosis }

c. July 23, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written while sleepin’ in bed with my #Muse who is attached to my #Kundalini and of course, listenin’ to blink-182 #AnotherGirlAnotherPlanet & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hcKpfhJoeHQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

"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.

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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 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

"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.

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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 }