#ROCKTOBER ...LEFT TOWN AT 19 & NOW, THIS MEANS WAR! WELL, #BattleBots work! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

 THAT’S MY DAD!  WHAT D'YOU THINK 'BOUT THAT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 19, 2018

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Hold up! That redneck ain’t my pop but he sure ‘nuff looks like my mama, wait! No, it’s me, dig

I cannot tell a lie or else I will feel so guilty I’ll have to go back to confession and be schooled

By a man of God, a human who has no idea what happens when you die, professing afterbirth

Prayers to the Man upstairs or the powers that be have no effect on the space outside Earth.

Now and then in Time and Space, one needs a superhero to beat down the evil boys who hack

Some animals wanna eat we humans but they can’t bite us, can’t kill us first, we bite ‘em back

They stay away from our fires that we spark up now n’ then to burn their flesh in fire skillets

In my super black dude suit, the Evil in this world bounces off my armor like rubber bullets.

OK, awake now? Very good, now here’s the rub. Don’t listen anymore if you want to survive

Survival of the most fit, the fittest and baddest who know how to kill the ones who eat human

If you don’t care about your young ones, your kinfolk and friends, then we just forget about it

Bad guys all over the place, they shouldn’t have been born to mothers, fathers chomped a bit.

Here’s a poke in the eye from the one you love, burned your eyeball and you were beaten up

All day, all night, burning eye like there’s nothing wrong, yet there was torture’s empty cup

Adjustin’ to significant others, do the #Duggie in Kentucky, sugar just like hot, Dixie crystal

Tennessee payin’ me to keep California hot and freezin’ cold, dig this Word, straight to Heel.

Covered my redneck with a handkerchief and kept pourin’ on the ice cold water on my head

Nothing stopped the madness, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how happy you made me, man!

We got down every day, didn’t we? Good times goin’ out and about backwoods to the old city

Prayers and solicitations make no difference, sacrifice your face and the ending God’s dams.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is my head below that superhero suit I found in Universal City, CA }

c. ROCKTOBER 19, 2018 all day FRIDAY @ 2:22 AM PST

{ listenin’ to @BrothersOsborne link @ https://youtu.be/vwWMOSRQN4U }

W.W.A.R.D.?

CITY OF BAD SMELLS, WHERE I COME FROM @ChiTown right where the @Iriquois used to fly with the @Algonquins, @LakeMichigan

WHERE I COME FROM 

by 

 Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 18, 2018

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How many times I’ve been around the entire solar system’s galaxy, dead and gone black holes

I’ve forgotten all of the past times except this here one right in front of my blinded man roles

Sun of my origin, old man I came from before my “Daddy” guy taught me how to git rowdy

Outside of the gravity and the core of the dirt n’ stone, spinning, wobbling, orbiting nobody.

She knew she couldn’t change me once I was created to be alone without a friend/mate date

Sittin’ in white sand by the end of the beach, watchin’ waves roll in and out of the wind’s fate

I forgot why I came and it didn’t matter where I was gonna go tomorrow, like this, it is done

Need, desire, want to be alive forever, no matter what, immortal good or evil, All of it for One.

Move, animate yourself with the consummation of the matter, metabolize Light’s locomotion

Bullet holes in my leather vest, shot in the back by all of the little girls I thought were perfect

Dream mother of my children who were not yet to be here and now, moving toward fire, son

Daughters jackin’ their jaws ‘bout the meanin’ of why I do what I do, when it is already done.

Complete and utter malfunction of the genome, the DNA alleles spell the doom of acid’s love

Dogs like Ones we feed, your own and mine, luck of the draw with God’s rock and stone bone

Blue light cherries flashin’ in my rear-view mirrors, pedal to the metal to the end of One O 1

Oxygen ran out, overwhelmed by the hydrogen, nitrogen and the wasteland, you better run!

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r j j stephan, i { #LayYourBlanketOnTheGround #BoyzRoundHere #Rednecks }

c. ROCKTOBER 18, 2018 JEUDI @ 8:88 A.M. PST

{ jammed this one out of NOWHERE listenin’ to Blake Shelton #BoysRoundHere & HITS on youTube LINK @ https://youtu.be/JXAgv665J14 }
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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NightengaleWingedAngels #NativeFlutes & #RockGuitars #SacredDrums

WHITE & BLACK IN A GREY AREA

by

richard joseph stephan * wednesday, rocktober 17, 2018

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Whatever it takes to be or not to be will be done, step the lead-off first base, a stealing kind

That you and I are fortunate to have had a microsecond of the millennia, a sacrificed behind

Even though we didn’t know the innocence nor the flutist call for consummation of old calves

All of the runs to get home with more runs and win the game of innings, quarters and halves.

White bear from Chicago, groomed near the lake by packin’ Cheese and Hoosiers deadheads

Hippies sixties, beatniks’ fifties, sent me to cold wars, slept in Plato and Karl Marx waterbeds

I protest the protest of the protesters, if that makes sense, if it doesn’t then I still protest, son

Give it some thought, use logic and reason then divorce rationality, you’re a GD phqn moron.

It’s just begun but the ending was easy to see before the lights came on in the darkness’ glow

Bringing a song and a dance over to the party of One, I see nothing but myself here and now

Possible that there’s a high probability that life will turn out fine, I’ll die and nobody will cry

Nobody’s concerned if nothing exists in reality, when you die your life dies, boom, so just die.

The long, tall tale of the chosen ones and the descendants of the original men and women lied

Fear of the unknown, fear of the death of your loved ones and neighbors was the hated stench

A smell of rotten blood and meat, uncooked, sunburned but in the heated fire’s tongue french

Excitement about the trip from ignorance to enlightenment, in check until ecstasy, let’s ride!

Pulling the sand together with the random words and sounds from the holy wood, windblown

Spells and sounds formed into the potion to demand the intent to be realized, Nothing’s sewn

Yet stitches and scars remain, it keeps a gaping hole uptight, out of sight of holy sycophants

Creative force without a form, without substance, Nothing in Full, demigods? Not a chance!

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r j j stephan, i { not a psycho-sycophant, no pining at this age, an anomaly, it’s my dream! }

c. ROCKTOBER 17, 2081 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #ShamansCall from #AThousandRoads by R. Carlos Nakai & my soul recollections on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ey5v268s7ZA }

YOU KNOW...IT'S ALL 'BOUT THIS...W.W.A.R.D.? #CloudNineOverHere