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IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 4, 2018

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Which international business machines will bring Ends to apostasy’s rules of an engagement

Lying about Earth’s position in the pantheon of Cosmic soup, Chicago Cubs’ gone home, sent

Where is the place in Outer-Space, here on Earth from the Past’s presence or any future Time

This Humanity conceived from gametes, miraculously survive gestation birth, I drop a dime.

If you happen to be born on the planet as either René Descartes or Buddah, you’re high above

Where you and I get to read and share this One thought that we’re all joker-loner white doves

Nobody’s outside of this planet’s atmosphere other than possible UFO’s that use light’s speed

A dead man, Frederich Nietzsche opined on the Nature of a #Beast within, Adam’s evil seed.

Overlook Truth, that #Religion charges humanity with sins, mortal, immortal, do unto you

Your being, sense of Self, your bundle of memories is not only imaginary misery but divine

Princes’ princesses born to queens and kings of gold buried in the star dirt, black and blue

Earth, the planet, where life grows from the ground, what’s left of the burned out soul hole.

Crying out loud or screaming your breath, your wind to the nothingness of being, vacuumed

Pertaining to the day prior to your conception by your gamete donors, that’s the rub, Zoomed

Magnified or miniaturized in minds of orphans and the destitute refuse of civilization, God is

Dead only because God was not only never ANIMATED, never an ANIMAL but also, Void Is.

I’m not the only one who believes Nothing but wait, I AM the only ONE, existence’s essence

There is a Way down the middle path, I am on that road, you may or may not be, no worries

Look away from your problems, world or personal and realize you’re gonna die too, any time

Any day or night for any number of reasons, intentional or accidental malfunction into slime.

An epic tale in the middle of the evolution of being creating the end of a star’s event horizon

You’re bored to tears with your face’s mirrored image, getting wrinkled, sunken, all shrunken

Inside your mind, where the recollection of the essence resides, the lion sleeps, hungry, God

Species’ extinction’s under a magic carpet, sky cried God, mob justice ruled, I drag a hotrod.

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r j j stephan, i { “I’d promise you forever if I could...I’d do it over and over again...We ain’t gittin’ outta this love alive! ‘til we’re pusshin’ up daisies baby!” -- The Brothers Osborne }

c. ROCKTOBER 4, 2018, Thursday @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0}

W.W.A.R.D.

#YoureSoBloodyVain #EyeAmToo #LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside

RUMBLE WITH A RAMBLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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The light uncovers the darkness and allows the nature of the beasts to be known, heart & soul

A tasted sweet and sour in a saucer of flightless poultry indicating nothing about poetry’s goal

Makin’ it clear that you cannot write a long story of fiction, true only in the mind of my fans

Which never has nor ever will exist due to the unacceptable nature of being adored by a herd.

It’s not my fault that humans can’t just read words and not think more than the meaning of it

Dreamin’ that you’re in a Hollywood movie and that’s a crazy enough thing but you’re a star

Inconvenient yet inviolate truth, naked to the world I was which included this loco universe

One which appears to be normal and calm at one moment and then spills the chaos curse.

Some type of punishment for being independent in thought, disobedient to a creator’s hehl

It’s not my fault but you can take the inherited blame of the ancestors who ate an apple #dud

It was a predictable temptation to want to be as smart as God and Forbidden Apple’s caramel

You have no idea what’s going on and you’re too proud to beg about the facts, sinkin’ in mud.

Suddenly, dang skippy Ms. #NetNeutraliy, back home in Chicago, something is far from loco

But they don’t live there in the city any longer, if your broken heart and diabolic soul know’d

It’s the process that counts, it’s the journey not the destination and that’s the Truth bein’ told

Families n’ congregations, The herd circling an open bonfire, struggle for survival’s net zero.

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r j j Stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 3, 2018 Wednesday @ 11:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin to some #HITS like @BillyPreston #AroundInCircles on #Chronic youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ghj5V5cUo1s }

#TotalEclipseOfYourSons

 #CloudsInMyCoffeeToo

#WWARD.?

Yup, #BoysRoundHereDontDoTheDuggyInKentucky #LoveSouthernDrawl & #RedDirRoadsAndBackwoods #TotallySUBLIME

HOLDUP, ASSASSINS & DICTATORS

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Who in the world were the mothers and fathers of philosophers and killers of Life and Being

You and I are descended from the illusions and refused junk of the hysterical men of Time

Using the spinning planet as the justification for being morons and idiots with no Sublime

Spinning enculturation byte by byte, unnoticed by newborn babies who never learn to sing.

Now hear this, beautiful girls out on the lakes and near the riverbanks, good weather & love

Put right in the right place at the exact moment you needed me to appear out of blue sky scat

Came down here for you and to show you how to have some fun, since this is all there is, God

Knows nothing more nor less than a bottle of 151 Rum, so lucky I’m old enough for the Spirit.

There is one or two more words to say and write down to re-read in centuries to come ‘round

Around in circles, I chased myself ahead of where I always was, caught up with my last breath

My heart broke, love fell into the black hole, dream broke into the nightmare, I’m earthbound

My ancestors’ bones and mental meanderings are all dead n’ gone, easy to burn and astound.

Shots of whiskey and heartache won’t help the day after I get to hell, alcohol burns it down

That’s where my grandpas put that scat, in the wine, Italian side, on the whiskey, Kaiser side

Sicilians and Irish mixed the American Dream into my brothers and sisters who never frown

Happiness’ gift from Ones who took the trouble to struggle to survive, y’all got a #Free ride.

By the way, there’s nothing personal, comin’ after you with raw nature of a beast we’ve sown

Eating, mating and a myriad of motion in between sleepy jokes, nothing but God goin’ down

Alternatives to deaf n’ dumb belief in gods of the dirt roads, paradise promised by #Darkstars

Forgot all about the infinite space between things, atoms, stars, galaxies and ElonMusk cars.

It’s now or never, you’ve got so much time and then it’s over, pretty quickly gets a hold of you

Brings your blood and bones to a halt in the dirt, underneath the rocks and water, DNA’s fizz

There may be another time to do this over again, there may not be, this might be all there is

You don’t get sweetness today, you can’t stay a bit longer, prince n’ pauper, drink, deep blue.

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rjjstephan

c. Rocktober 2, 2018 Tuesday @ 4:04 PM PST

{ Co-written (by sublime Jack Daniels, me, myself & of course, I) while listenin’ to some Eric Church #DesperateMan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sq93t3J4R5c }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?