#NOT A REVOLTING DEVELOPMENT #SONNYSTIMEINSPACE WITH MAMA MIA

SONNY’S TIME, OH MAMA MARIA

by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2018

It’s always 'round midnight when the moonlight hits me in the face with nice or wicked eyes

Hershey cocoa kisses under brow and lash, unbelievable feeling of caring all too human sighs

No broken heart for me ever on this little trouble that comes to me from my faux Buddha face

In the right place at the right time, I am living here and now because of sins and grace.

Being watched from the netherworld above this one, no doubt, no way she got the Jack

How this happens, I really do know but I don’t want to frighten innocence to get back

It’s not my time to make it burn or to hit the target because I shoot 99 straight A marks

Someday maybe soon, maybe much later or even never, it don’t matter, it’s all sparks.

From the conception of my life’s origin, personality subplot to come, sooner or way later

All the while as I thump the skins and slide the axe that I got to grind, I am so much better

Than the kings and queens who marry their cousins and couple with daughters and sons

Put yourself in my position or actually don’t do that, you couldn’t handle the Truth’s puns.

You call your father your daddy and you’re seventy but it ain’t my fault, mine’s stone father

That makes me a big adult and that ‘daddy’ moniker you use while speakin’ makes you a fool

Really, embarrasses anyone who is with you when you’re in public with strangers not jokers

Nobody acts like you on your stage and you are an evil example for the burning cow pokers.

A time or two, my daddy’s tattoos got kissed by my mama’s lips, anchor, mother & panther

I got the free sunshine and holy water, now the first name after a kid hit by a train? Gee z

Anyway, it wasn’t the kid’s fault but little Richard crawled and got stuck in the struggle easy

Never got to see another day after the train made little Richie roadkill Sunday after-sooner.

by

r j j stephan, i { “...when you slipped off those cut off jeans...made a man of me...” -- #21Summer Brothers Osborne }

c. 9-9-2018 AD @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted (for my Ma & Pa - R.I.P.) while listenin’ to a mess of Brothers Osborne #21Summer &#PushingUpDasies (Love Alive) & HITS on links @ https://youtu.be/_PKk62XccU0 & https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

 

#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.?