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SONNY, WHAT DID I SAY?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, October 8, 2018

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I know you know what you think you know, now where’s my #JDBlack , now then, what?

Study philosophy and religion of the ancient to the modern era and you become an i-robot

Repeating the same old rock and roll stanzas heard for thousands of years, monotony of Id

Expression of #Kryptonite itself in the form of a Superman Ego of a meek, shrimp or squid.

In your truck, your boat, your jet plane or spaceship, life appears as animation of a DNA flaw

Mistaken natural selection from mountains to sea, an incendiary wobble about a solar straw

Gettin’ sucked in, we know for certain yet it is highly probably the case that it’s true in a NYM

You and I are accidental conception, a result of the ignorance of real legends of HM Eminem.

Perfection in your eyes and ears. a distortion of the actual truth that none can ever see within

It’s all in your head, in your soul, in you mind and you won’t see the Truth outside of Berlin

Computers running your show and mine just to get a distorted buck of tweets and posts, duh

Argue for or against the nature of the beast and you wind up like me, being a beast alone bro.

Maybe it wasn’t anything I ever said, it was nothing at all except a figment of my imagination

The eyes have it all whether blind or 20/20 vision, it’s the insight in the outside, faded news

Your walls of your homes in the gardens of Eden and your fathers’ mothers who died in pain

Cream may rise to the top, but without a cork once the bottle’s full, it will spill and disappear.

Simple men mating with complex women of the 21st century, all injustice’s flame redressed

#NotYouToo is a growing number of men and woman, #Selfish #Egotistical fledglings of bed

Where their mothers and fathers conceived the #WrongDNA, no fault of their own, God Dam

A waterway that spills into the lakes and oceans moves the Hydrogen and Oxygen for s Adam.

Nowhere else to go and nothing to do in any case, in the void of the pyramid, 4th dimensional

Time’s Space is Sonny, my dad mix to yield the compound we all know as this “form of life”

In an urn right now until I bring it to the top of Mount Rainer and disburse his dust n’ bones

I blinked, the dream ends here in a species’ space, it’s said, it’s done, feel the blade, my knife.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. October 8, 2018 Monday @

{ written in a somnambulistic coma from the drive down from Reno, Nevada Great Italian Festival, Eldorado Hotel Casino & while listenin’ now to Eric Church on youTube Jack Daniel's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rq4DV7BID5U }

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BlowinDownTheRoad

DRANK A 5TH ON THE 7TH, JD or JB
BY

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 8, 2018

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Named Jack or Jim makes no difference to me after the 6th shot & Cervesa, Corona paid C’s

I blazed a trail from the back door of the bar, walked down an alley, slid in the tricky blow

Fell down, blacked out before my graduation from grad school at MIT, kiddin’ it was Hades

Worked for the Federal government of a “manned” country for 25 years, escapee in the flow.

A curmudgeon for good times but an ignorant pessimist, who has no need for hope or faith

All he needed in his life was love but he couldn’t find anyone that loved him more than he

So he left the planet without the touch of another who bleeds love in their veins, he’s wraith

A symbol of all that’s impossible and improbable yet true enough for a bizarre word of glee.

Compound the simple minded with the inhumane and you have the world as we know it now

It may or may not change with the whiff of time, velocity ‘bout 67,000 MPH, retrograde too

Bottom line is, it’s a miracle that we’re here at all much less for years of happiness and pain

Happy people due to love and sad, unhappy folks here, there and everywhere, hating disdain.

A train went by my bedroom window, by my workplace work station and now it’s in my alley

Runs along the coast, under n’ through woods n’ mountains from Sierras to New York n’ back

Dug deep holes for the gold and I found nothing but the dirt under my boots, eatin’ the taffy

Between my shots and beers and smokes of the leaves of tobacco and grass, it’s my life, Jack!

When the shakes start makin’ me cramp up into a ball and my feet feel like they need homes

Not under my legs but in a six foot deep end hole, more or less, someplace to lay down bones

All of these little brothers n’ sisters wanting the dream to come true, they won’t get hurt at all

When you die dreamy hope dies with you, it never hurts the dead, just a free-will in free-fall.

by

r j j stephan, i { <3 span=""> is more precious than #Gold }

c. ROCKTOBER 8, 2018 @ 11:30 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Darius Rucker & other rockin’ hits on youTube link like #RockMeMama @ https://youtu.be/hvKyBcCDOB4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CRUCIFICTION, IBM AND THE HANDS LEFT ON THE DECK @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

IBM CRUCIFIED, HANDS ON DECK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 4, 2018 _______________________________
| _anon_____XXXXXX___ymous____|

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

by rjj stephan, i

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

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

{ “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 }

W.W.A.R.D.?