WHAT IT IS? SOMEBODY TELL ME...

CLAWS? WIFE & TWO BAMBINOS?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 25, 2018
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Was it something I said? Maybe it was something that I did to you? Did it hurt? She dines

It’s like there’s nothing more important than getting some food to eat, like it’ll kill me to go

I like to stalk and play with the game before the suppertime, my shebang of cattery of felines

Got to hunt for the mate, she awaits the return with the game of her choice, oh baby buffalo.

Mothers don’t want their young eaten just because there was no self defense, so mothers kill

Kill the predator and leave it for the buzzards and jackals who love to pick at the dead stuff

Miracle is that there is anything alive left on Earth at all, the voracious appetite to eat itself

God and Jesus, Buddha and Krishna care less about Zen Oneness than I, they’re all D E A D.

But I’m still here and now giving the low down on the down low with the boys and girls in bed

Places we’re born, on ground floors of hospitals’ O.R. or in a cave in a Sp/Fr/English sinkhole

On the West side of the Pacific or Atlantic waters, men and women reproduce little Cisco kids

Poncho and Diego met down at the border, WAR began at holy Rio Grande, outlaws gotta go.

In time, this too shall pass beyond the mud, the blood and the beer in your gullet, set to bust

It is as it always was and always will be, with or without me here and now, we’re all gonna die

I’m here to say that, it was my job, my life’s only reason for allowing my being in the sawdust

Less than perfect at bit or two, yet I am the only game on the page, a black cat paw’s on a fly.

Playing it again for Sam won’t do any good, Sam’s got to jam on the 88’s until the cows come

The light’s just past the total darkness embedded deep in my soul, my spirit, my mind’s numb

I slid into home, head first, hit the bottom, it turned out to be the top, yo, what’s it all about?

Nowhere else to go where I am not, I am all of this everywhere, I’m blinkin’ lights, I am Out.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 25, 2018 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ written listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P0oUXbE4G2w }

RJS #MONEY

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FireOnTheMountainIsMeMyselfAndMy #TwoThirdIce #DiceClay

MYSTERIOUS IDIOT, FOLLOW ME

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richard joseph stephan * MONDAY, 9-24-18

Look at me! You see that you are my food for the day, for my progeny to gnaw and refuse

It is not my fault that you don’t know how to kill before YOU are killed, I will eat you alive

If you are still crying and trying to get away, I’ll yank your neck off n’ lick the skin of yo’ feet

I’ll get the brain bucket stuff when I’m done with the thighs and wings and drumstick meat.

You wish you were a son of a #Bitchin mama, spoiled red meat does what all red meat does

After the skin is gone in the light or in my cave in the dark, it all tastes like the feces they eat

All food is dead life, we eat for the fuel to move and think to avoid being killed for bone meat

One thing leads to another and on to necromancy, badabing badaboom, take a byte and blow.

What do you got for me? Something I’ve never heard about? Dogs ate men, created the scat

This is exactly what you get when you have morons and idiots making more of their own, drat

It’ll get worse and then it will end in the smoke puff of the dispersed planet Rock’s dream roll

Third from Emptiness, last in line for any good reason to be innocently guilty, a Godlike troll.

You will fade to the Whiteness of the color of blinded Light, blanked mind, a damaged cortex

Once the last drop of blood has been licked from the last bone in the corner, I need kitty sex

To create the meat for the gods to destroy, ad infinitum, compassion for a Nothingness Void

As if I care that the dream will fade to black once I’ve awaken, oneness, zen, oh mama! . . . !

Purr and growl at once, waiting for the assault of the dominant ones, ready for the kill now

Licking paws, groomin’ the mate and being groomed for the next dinner, lovin’ crossbones

Time and Space are the planet’s matrix for this stage of life, death, survival of the fit & mighty

Put yourself in the place of your dead ancestors, they’re not here, not there, nowhere, trinity?

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 24, 2018 @ 4:11 AM PDT

{ drafted while listenin’ to #GRATEFUL dead on youTube link to the #DEADBOX @ https://youtu.be/ePU2Ygv1ILU }

#GratefulDead @GratefulDead

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.?