#WangDangDoodle in the #BlueDiamondPipes

DIRTY DOGS AND A GENTLEMAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, September 23, 2018

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You or I can talk our heads off until the cows come home, it won’t do any good

There is no place for heroes and no place for thieves to move from the city hood

Stayin’ within and putting up with the ‘tough’ guys who want to get a piece of you

You know they can’t unless it’s an ambush, so you just never know for real, I do.

Hair on the back of my neck stands up and pricks the cotton of my collar, I’m alert

For the millionth time, thugs don’t want to admit their proclivity to a weeping tyke

So, they give you the business as if you care about anything except cease and desist

Knuckles, fisticuffs or martial art magic, you do what needs to be done in the psyche.

Dreams and reality crush into the colonies and cause the states of the union & #Starwars

Prehistoric before the #Word and post-historic language diversification, gave us the cars

We drive to and fro in a panic or at leisure, colliding with other things not stoppin’ on dimes

Even dirty dogs get hit running across the road toward your head’s lights and chrome rims.

Slick hair parted down the middle of the road, widow’s peak split in two, Vaseline double-do

No wind and no quick hand could move the set coiffure, set until drenched with lye and soap

If the well has gone dry, you need to use the toilet’s water to rinse your scalp’s irritation rap

Sky ain’t cryin’ no more but you will be when canines lick-up the funk that follows, oh crap.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 23, 2018 AD @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while mixin’ up a #JukeJoint #Boilermaker at this solo-party, drama ain’t stoppin’ no @KokoTaylor screamin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BEHrBHSbFa8 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#God #DeepHead #DownWithAnUpDownMode #ColdBeer #IceChest #Pontoon #BeachGirls

DOWN WITH AN UP-DOWN MODE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, September 22, 2018

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Souls flyin’ around, up and down with gravity, back and forth with the wind, revolutionary Id

Tryin’ to get out of the skull ever since the conception of the thing itself, Essence of ma n’ pa

Take a note, you know the old saying, I will remind you here and now, hands up, don’t shoot

Stay out of the way of the enforcers of the rules and regulations, be obedient or above the law.

It’s not my intention to get the mob to start a riot in the city, in the county, country or world

I drank more alcohol and water than anyone on Earth, ate everything growing out the ground

A flight in the air or a trip on or under the ground, under the ocean down to the core, it’s Void

At absolute center, drink a shot n’ a beer, dream’ll be all over, God’s all jacked, idiotic bound.

Free birds die just like the dead kites fly, up and down, it must always go down to the ground

Free Will has nothing to do with the absolute Truth, you don’t have One, lost can’t be found

Freebies for everyone on the dole from the Big Brother who watches you mate and eat it raw

Or a girl, twins, triplets added to Aid For Dependent Children of the dastardly father’s jigsaw.

You who reads this tripe, stay positive and pretend you don’t know that you’ve lost your mind

There’s never more than One in the final curtain’s drop down on the stage floor, deaf n’ blind

There’s nothing up above and there’s nothing down below right here and now, up n’ down, I

No apologist will repair the origin’s intent, to lose and find the nature of a bobber or a fly.

Mighty virus and bacteria, atomic solar systems engulfed in the galactic mud, blood n’ beers

Every day is the beginning of the weekend, wealthy, impoverished, under or over nourished

Breathing the air in and out in a safe place of the empty space on the block, havin’ no fears

Complicated smoke rising from Being’s ground, it’s a soul’s spirit, It is Ga, stuff God dished.

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r j j stephan, i { *dedicated to dearly departed #Mama ‘T’ who used to tell me “go fly a kite!” }

c. September 22, 2019 AD @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #UpDown on loop link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

#WWARD ????? #WhatAreTheOddsOfFate ????? { 0:0 } #VOIDED

#Chicago @Chicago @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #WTFYouLookinAt ?

WTF YOU LOOKIN’ AT? IWFYU *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 21, 2018

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Me? Oh my, you need to get a life or something, you can’t eat me and can’t catch me #Ho

Quit throwin’ the garbage in my ocean house, people are filthy, they could as least die young

Some do and some don’t, they stay too long on the planet’s surface and cause the idiot dung

Bad days ahead until the species becomes extinct, allows another species to end this world.

Do not try the trouble hooks with long leaders tryin’ to snag my effin’ fins and gills, do or die

That’s all that I know and that’s nothing more nor less than the masters of your universal lie

The One who creates everything, you, me, all of it, becomes what we are and forgets about it

Now, we’re stuck in ignorant somnambulism and defending the somnambulists’ dirty sheets.

I refuse to follow the sleepwalkers, I’m waking up with or without y’all, so if you love me, bye

One on one, always knew I was life’s wishful thinker, pretending that this ain’t a great, big lie

Some hereafter, after what’s here and now, kept a mystery and the feature of blind, faux faith

Proof in your mind’s eye, a mile beyond sunset’s horizon, y’all gotta date with the holy wraith.

Regrets and reparations I had and fulfilled the karma on the path before I left, yet here I am

Still not breathing, underwater and outer-space are no barrier to my prowess, did it all twice

It was a direction sign to get the highway that you’d see in my eyes, if you dared to meet ‘em

I am not tough, I am just a shade under an imaginary #OccamRazor and it’s ready to slice.

In the end, as it always was before the end that will be on the Time and Space dimension line

Unknown factors in the quadratic equation plugged in to get an answer but it’s never the One

One was not in or out of time in the Past, it won’t be in the future, Always Present, it is mine

Today’s song is yesterday’s action, tomorrow’s whitewashed history, we be, having some fun.

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r j j stephan, i { *header’s lifeless #Humunukunukuapuaua in the drink of the cyberH2O }

c. September 21, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SaturdayInThePark ala Chicago the band #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/aMl3vWGGJ7M }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?