#YoungerThanTheSun #MysticWindWinning

"It stoned me to my very soul........oh, the water, the H2O...hope it don't rain all day...like jelly rolls stoned me to my soul...like goin' home...and the sun came up.....let it run all over me..."  -- @VanMorrison

PUSH ME AWAY, LAST CALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 ·Saturday, September 8, 2018

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Drink your martini and JD or JB neat, I don’t GAF what’s in the glass, empty keg of beer

Pushin’ away from the squeeze of that bar on the corner, broke me last year, I’m all here

Livin’ the life of luxury, triple pension and a part-time job cuttin’ grass in #Killer cemetery

Fishin’ on Saturday mornings when everybody else is either sleepin’ or still drinkin’, hey!

I am only an ape-man and I’m just like anyone else in this monkey suit, no offense apes

Naked ones are especially cheerful of their hairless culture, clothed and shod, coiffured

Goats’ smell gone with a bath and a spray, shower off, swim in the chlorine or salt H2O

Victoria knows deep down inside her soul that I am what I am and she is what she is, go.

No choice on either paw or either hand or either foot, is that right? Only angels GAF, Yo hey

You and your preachers and priests and ministers prefer that you confide in great Unknowns

Avoid dancing on the weekend, drinking all night long and premarital sex with strange bones

All of the dead guys and dead gals who used to live and thrive down here on Earth, dare I say!

Now that y’all can help the living you just stand there mute in outer space without wings, lord

No band playin’ or orchestra blaring classical or the rock or soul or country of a #Red Horde

Pink skin, sun-burned and blistered down to the bone, blood of god knows who from where

Yet, we’re here and it’s right now, in this space and this time, what you see, this is it. #HAIR!

by

r j j stephan, i { “Justice will be done.” - #ApeMan #SimpleMan #Anonymous Anonymous }

c. September 8, 2018 Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #Apeman & HITS of The Kinks link @ https://youtu.be/1ye2nI7L_0g & Lynyrd Skynyrd #SimpleMan & HITS @ https://youtu.be/sMmTkKz60W8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WHISKEY #RYE #BOURBON #JesusLives #WINE

READY TO LAY ME DOWN WHISKEY

by Richard Joseph Stephan·

 Friday, September 7, 2018

#BallsToTheWall and it means nothing at all to anyone but my mother and father, all dead

Therefore, I am all there is that’s left of that deposit of centuries of struggle to survive here

On Earth as it is in Heaven or whatever floats your boat, climbin’ mountains, surfin’ to a stop

From the Alpha male and Omega female we have become this here and that there, right pop?

I don’t know anything about movies or talkies or neon moons but I know nobody cares a bit

About you or me or what we do or how long we live or when we’ll die, nobody G.A.F. as yet

But it’s inevitable if you live past the age of reason, more or less than seven orbits ‘round Sun

So that you’ll comprehend the facts of life, you come alive by intent or accidental aberration.

Regardless of the actual Truth regarding Holy Grails and Golden Chalices, it will return

With the pressing of a key or a button, opaque or lit up like a glimmering signal to mourn

For the final curtain a song has been muted but can be whispered in the darkest #Deep

It sounds like the rock and roll, the jazz, the blues, the soft rock of the monster and creep.

Nobody is gonna get out of this predicament of the desperate men and sanguine women

Meeting together in a small room to speak to one another with smiles and body signals

Very polite and full of the proper manners to be civilized in the culture we buy with gold

Try to get some of the pleasure and love without the cash, no money, no honey, just old.

All you get is the time you spend waiting to move to the unknown ‘x’ on your own worst day

Here we go again, hot fire never knows and it’ll never tell, lovin’ drinks on a pontoon today

Here’s some #Presence to sprinkle on your liquid fuel for your intention of being human

Go revolve a hundred times ‘round @Talladega key to get lost, give it up, right here man !

Bums and refuse of the DNA fountain creepin’ and day drinkin’, recur overtime free-will

Nobody wins, crazy people SHOOTING you straight in your pockets, you’re in free-fall

Drink as much as you can, smoke what won’t make you sick and tired, cancer bleed-out

Last time just like the first, hidin’ in a mirror and at the bottom of a whiskey jig, gods do-lie.

by

r j j stephan, i {Thanks GOD for all of the Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey I recycled! }

c. September 7, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Toby Keith #CallAMarine & COUNTRY #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pbtJDNmqpUY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookButDontTouchBaby #SexyAsYaWannaBe

"#SHOOT #ME #STRAIGHT #MakeItBurnAllTheWayDown "

by  Richard Joseph Stephan 

·Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Jack Daniels never asked for a mix or a chaser, I hurled with the surprise, still be smokin’

You know and I know that it’s just a matter of time when you’re addicted to fake thinkin’

Remember your relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins, mothers, fathers, aunts, old-ass uncles

All of them got the sting, a bit too late to bleed, to stay wasted, feeling numb above ankles.

If your heart has ever been broken, it was your own fault for releasing your guard god dogs

Everybody knows you need your heart’s love in tact, it don’t work when it’s broke, up straight

Sometime you just got to say WTF and make it burn all the way down to the hot ground hogs

It ain’t gonna ache too much longer than a four shot spell at the bar, should be up really late.

You know your limit and I know mine, once the limit is exceeded, there are no guarantees

Anything is possible at that point, you go with the rhythm and the beat of the inner cities

Moving out to the suburbs and then all the way out to the foot-hilled valleys and mountains

From the bottom of the #MarianaTrench to the tip of #MountEverest, a dirty space potato.

Imagine water and gravity applied to the space potato and badabing badaboom, Earth Isis

In a matter of several thousand spins and revolutions, wobbling around in an ellipse, I is

A man or a woman who mate to make another one or the other, x & y chromosomal #Vape

Possible in a test tube of conception, gestation in an incubator and nurtured by s naked ape.

All stones that aren’t rolling have an agenda, nothing stays in one place for long, let’s roll

Alrighty then, let’s just take a walk away from the pain and suffering, release is immanent

I know and you know it too, it’s a matter of Time and the Space you give in the holy hole

Mercury to Uranus, the photons blow at light speed, millions of miles in a cosmic event.

It’s a supernova of the sun, the only god man ever worshiped, yellow, black, brown, white mix

All for One and One for All, the power to the people and so forth, ad infinitum, I was sixty six

Sudden impact of a tangerine daymare, dangerous as being born or just letting the being die

Fear in y’alls mind’s eye, understanding nothing but the love of blind faith, a frightening lie.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, September 5, 2018 AD @ 4:20 PM HST (Hawaii Standard Time)

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #GuardiansOfTheGalaxy Vol.1 & Vol.2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vfWv7j4FIxQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?