P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, August 30, 2018

#TheBestThingThisShitownEverHad

I WILL OVERWHELM YOU

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Got down to my ancestor’s muscle and bone and all he had was a knife and a sword to stab

He had neither morals nor fear of death and didn’t think about anything but eatin’ n’ phuqyn

But one day an animal hungrier than he came upon his scent of a stench, no bath heaven sent

Had to put all of his power and brawn into the struggle to survive, he did and the tiger didn’t.
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Why the species exists is because of it’s drive to turn nothing into a super nova in a millennia

Fever pitched hate and fear of the killers of your tribe might drive you to be the super warrior

Who cannot die until the battle subsides and all is well with the troupe or culture of madmen

Both ways across the pond from north and south poles to the Mariana Trench, this here is it.
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You and I won’t be talkin’ or thinkin’ about this or that after the final curtain falls, drop dead

We may find that it wasn’t all too human, to be or not to be #Man, brothers, sisters all inbred

At one time way back in the day when cousins mated with cousins, causing mass mutilation

We came alive eventually, inheriting a third wish to be or not to be without any questioning.
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Timeline in the space of a local quadrant is twenty four hours, halfway through being twelve

Ad infinitum and so it goes on forever and a day, that’s an infinite amount of spirits, top shelf

But the whole thing is, the dust to dust part at the end of your life, when everything is lost

Makes you feel like you belong to a club of One, all is well and this was fun, but at what cost?
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Short and sweeter than Tupelo honey, an idea rings a bell, a light goes off, squelch the fears

Unknown and known merge as the yin and yang often do, the ocean crashes, nobody hears

If you think you have the bull by the horns and you’re ready to wrestle with the end of you

Then just charge the bull face to face, head to head and boom, boom out go the lights too.
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by r j j stephan, i

c. August 30, 2018 @ 12:00 midnight AM

{ written while listenin’ to AC/DC HITS like #SoulStripper on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg }

Monday, August 27, 2018

GRANDMA EVE AND GRANDPA ADAM

MET IN A GARDEN OF APPLE TREES

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 27, 2018

Alrighty then, this isn’t going to go over well from the priests, ministers, reverends, cardinals

Even the #HolyFather’ll feel the humanity of his childhood, presidents, kings and queens too

Nobody from anywhere in any quadrant of the Cosmos can have higher hopes than my pals

Where there’s a will there is a way to accomplish the intended result, target set and will to be.

It’s a judgement call about the substance of everything, the matter and energy of the mystical

Moving to disguise infinity which has no mask but is what it is, a thing itself is all symbolical

Hyperventilating and outperforming in a context of Being and Nothingness, a platonic punk

Where I come from, the platonic punks excel in their chosen fields, rise to the top of the funk.

Paradise had no trouble and then suddenly it did, without a scintilla of God or Goodness’ Ra

I had an idea one day after all of the skies turned black above, I’d be thinkin’ ‘bout this #bull

What a trip it’s been since a little byte of apple from the tree of knowledge caused my tumble

Waking up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, this dream is vanishing right now, poof, GONE!

Tomorrow is now today and the Aliens have landed and infected the wombs of women to be

Just the DNA in genes have been rearranged, no sexual encounter with big headed eyeballs

But there is a small detail that has been left for a private lesson, between you and your Self

Common knowledge and ancient wisdom become One, just one little byte, now hit ENTER.

Oh hehl no, that didn’t just happen! Are you trying to make me die laughing out loud, yes?

Man up and take the lead, take charge and get the show on the road, time is wasting away

You’ve only got so many ticks of the imaginary hands on this rock clock, so be the GD ball

Roll and rock until the dark turns into the dawn, shut eyes to the daylight, it’s fun to #Fall.

r j j stephan, i

c. August 27, 1951 AD { Today’s a day that’ll live in infamy, the day I was born! Thank God! }

*written while listenin’ to #Dion & other great jams on iHeart link @https://www.iheart.com/artist/elvis-presley-1014/songs/gospel-medley-10470311/ }

Sunday, August 26, 2018

#NoReadersAccess #DontThinkIDontThinkAboutIt

CALIFORNIA GOLD & MY HOLY RA*

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 26, 2018

I will try to cop out on the whole shebang if I can, if there’s a will and there is, this intent

To be or not to be here and now, with y’all and the ones who ain’t here yet, heaven sent

Bottom line at the core of the essence of the solar system, galaxy and cosmos, is Evil yet

Evil is merely Live spelled backward, just sayin’ it is NO coincidence, you better #Think!

About the cause and effect of your actions after your mother and father conceived your egg

Microscopic DNA or just a miracle from the storks flyin’ around the partly cloudy, blue skies

Neither #United nor #American in a fractoid kind of way, over Niagara Falls in a houseboat

What the combination yields is this dream you see before your blue eyes, ears, nose & throat.

When I say ‘you dig’ and if I say ‘it’s all on you’ then you might want to become in the know

It’s all on your mind and your spirit, soul’s stuff of red, white and blue to discover the crow

Not just a bird on a fence, squawking and squatting in the yard, waiting for crumbs of mirth

Laughing at the #Struggle of you and me, one flight away from The New Day’s hidden birth.

Jump and slide to the left and right, stay out of the way but know exactly what’s grabbin’ you

From behind is the usual sneak’s modus operandi and if you’re ready, the wimp is the screw

Hidin’ in #Darkness, out of the mind of the #Others who kill n’ chill ‘round a black hold sun

From caskets on state Rte 1, #ZaZen keys your ride with #rock n’#soul, a Ra dam revolution.

What you will do is not what I shall do unless you planned to fly far away yesterday, it is done

When you hang above the earth to be eaten by buzzards and crows, the humane way is burial

Under dirty, burned ash of a star that used to be, dirt we call planet Earth, yo’ mama’s home

Hope and Faith will lead you to your dead ancestors joint, deep down in catacombs of Rome.

Old whitehead, old man that stayed away from the sea of #DavyJones, not my or your place

Not in this space, we need the air above the ground to seed genetic freaks here in this Space

DNA created from ashes of Nothing, you feel me? Am I rubbin’ your blind faith eyeballs raw?

Don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t lyin’, it’s in the books my father wrote, #WordsUp #Ma.