#LoveMeNowOrIllGoCrazy #SweetThang #MAHALO #WAIHINI #HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA'A #GoneFishin

I CRY WHEN YOU DIE, MAHALO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 20, 2018

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Glasses of Vino and steins of Brew ain’t gonna heal anything, so I’ll just keep a cryin’

Better than dyin’ I think, I am a survivor and I will fight to stay alive, amoral compass

This is my being, I am what I am, I’m not the spirit after I die, I’m not the soul, who?

Nothing further from the truth than my blind faith in Nothing but the Void, emptiness.

Deep down under, inside the core of the flame’s flash point, oracles come on your first date

Eventually you will recollect the symbols and go on to the light ahead, no turning back then

On the way, look both ways before you cross Wall Street via the Way to Valhalla-Hades’s gate

Your daughters and sons, mothers and fathers, cousins, countrymen, hu-mans, will God eat?

God’ll consume and devour Dead stars, our Sun, Earth, all planets, solar and galaxy systems

Sun won’t shine on my tombstone because I never had one, I own all of the rock underground

A pebble with a surname perhaps help the living but the Grateful dead could care less/more

On another hand, tears from heaven don’t hurt anyone since they aren’t real, heavenly #War.

ESP and extraterrestrial intelligence has no form and no matter down under the dome of love

This is all there is regardless of your silly hopes and semi-contagious dreams of empty shells

No good and no bad, no beautiful and no ugly, it’s all a Ball of Confusion, blown brains above

Divine drippings flow down off of the mountains, recyclin’ to the sea, ad infinitum dumbells.

One day before you were conceived, Ms & Mr embryonic DNA, angels flew away to Neptune

It’s not my fault so don’t shoot the messenger, I know you had higher hopes than just heaven

You wanted to sit at the right hand of a creator with no hands, why? Who knows, Wahine?

Tall drinks comin’ one after the other, the Black Jack D won’t stop with old white-haired me.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 20, 2018 Thursday @ 7:77 AM PHT

#Mahalo The Wahine Project { DRAFTED while listenin’ to some J BOOG #HearMeRoar #LoveSeason on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qXP_xykU8r8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShoNuffDoYouGood #EightToTheBar #BoogieWoogie

HOOTERS AND HONKIES, OH YEAH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

 Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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There’s a hook under the water and I’m trollin’ for the catch of the day, not Cod, no fish at all

When you know that you are the best women on planet Earth, badabing there it is, don’t fall

What you need is ‘the companions’ who get lucky and find solace in protection from chaos

Right now or later, right here or over there somewhere else, you are impacted by the Tao.

You and I know that there ain’t no justice at all for anyone who exists, nobody gets out alive

Story’s been told that when rigor mortis sets in, everybody scrambles to hide or burn you up

Look for a drainage of the blood into a sewer after eons of evolution from slugs sans slime

I am glad that you tried to rock and roll in your own way, words are all about the trials of us.

Full of everything that exists, the matrix, the cosmos, the thing itself as an Unmoved Mover

Immortality itself, is not a guy or a gal or a teacher or a student or a guard or innocent kids?

Essence of the flow within the DNA, the acid loves to be alive, spinnin’ in circles, big rocker

Birds on the ground and sky above down to the whale and plankton in the sea, it’s all there is.

Gone funky and wild as you wanna be, right place at the right time is the way to be, in synch

If you fail the first time, keep on truckin’ and you’ll get to the goal eventually with some luck

Hobnobbing between the herds only causes consternation among the selfless selfish beasts

No sharing in the places I hustle on my turf, you need to move on to the mortal-divine feasts.

Importance level at zero when the curtain comes down, I exit stage left and the world ends

With or without me it’s all the same, I’m yo’ mama, yo’ daddy, yo’ boyfriend or yo’ girlfriends

Without or with you it’s all the same, you’re an orphan picked up in a wreck on the side road

Raised to be as old as #Dirt, the way becomes an easy slide through Bronx/Brooklyn mode.

by

r j j stephan, i

{ written while listenin’ to some Temptations #BallOfConfusion & HITS on youTube https://youtu.be/-9poCAuYT-s }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeDrankLikeHankToo @BrothersOsborne #HighHopes

@SillyMe2 #EyeDrankLikeHank ?  #CoupleOfJugsInTheTank

EYES GOT A SLOW ROLL TO GO *
by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN 
·TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2018
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Catch me outside you FU-morons or better yet come inside of my house, we’re on a roll
Up in smoke or ashes of the bonfire I made out of your memories from an A to Z bell toll
A feature of being down and out is actually pullin’ yourself up without any help, yo y’all
You know as much as I do about what’s goin’ on here, right now, do not disturb, do tell.

On a laser beam with the emptiness of the motherly womb of outer-space, Santana’s amigo
After all’s said and done, assumed premises’ truth, jumps to deductive/inductive conclusions
Linguistics be darned, I will speak in the tongue that represents my thought process, Greco
Roman as well, an articulation of the Latin and the Greek, my people from European blow.

The wind that blew me here to the place I am in right now, at this time in space, but a dream
Never rowing a boat but I was drowned at Storm Lake when I was thirteen, dead as cream
Strings were attached to this life’s input and output, therefore I was saved by a dumb bell
Back in the gas of the air, the hydrogen and oxygen my heart loves to push up to my halo.

Correlate this coincidence, you read the world’s word’s into the motif of absurdity, there it is
We’re on the same page with the extinction of the species, not just me but all of the cave men
They will annihilate the planet’s Feng shui in the Tower of Babel, where killers kill Thin Lizzy
Why they were allowed to find the atomic matrix split, we’re God’s a black and blue H2O sea.

I have a slight of hand for you, a byte of magic that you will use to disappear, a last gasping
Ready and get set, here it comes, it is of and by the #RareEarth that came before the living
In the rocks rolling along the rivers of gas and stone dust, the lead and the gold of the #Ra
Goddesses untying the knots of wisdom and knowledge, credo of a #MoneyMaker hookah!

by
r j j stephan, i { *Header is a representation of a #FakeBlackPanther who is #Winning !}
c. September 18, 2018 Tuesday @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to some #RareEarth on youTube link for #GetReady & HITS @ https://youtu.be/XM_oalcMjf0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?