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W.W.A.R.D.?

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POTUS ROCK, HEARTBEAT BLOCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 21, 2018

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George, Thomas, Theodore and Abraham got these things done for all of US, here my peeps

Immigrants from everywhere on Earth wanting to come to a promised land, escape creeps

Your fathers, brothers, uncles fought to the death to keep you free, here an now, you got it

To keep it you will have to be vigilant every day because the Big Bad Wolf’s havin’ a shytfit.

The eaters of freedom are searching for Valhalla, they want to make us fall in a cross’ tryst

In the sand of the time, here on this little space in the solar system’s gestation of a big abyss

Doesn’t look like belief and faith have much to do with anything other than deception’s balls

Bright lights and loud sounds will obfuscate zero-perception and understanding, jacked jaws.

There is a way because I have the will to pave it or at least to follow the footprints before me

Where in God’s name did Mickey go? The mouse or the Rooney cannot be found here or now

But they used to be here for a little while, they left the record on electronic wavelengths free

Charged everybody to hear the words and sounds of music, paying for the divine, ear blow.

Pointed heads trained by tutors and teachers who do NOT love wisdom, knowledge’s byter

On line, on hard-drive, on your mother’s lap is where you learn everything, cradles and wife

No choice in the matter, forced enculturation for the sake being a relatively fierce foo-fighter

Needing defensive skills to survive the others, everywhere who either want your time or life.

Do not test me or your fathers, your mothers may or may not allow your exam, it all depends

For the sake of my avoiding the guilt of omission, I say the Truth about Nothing, away we go

God, divine-blind faith in foreign words in a book written by dead saints and sinners of Rome

Christos was an expression of anointed ones, freedom light within, dream-life under a dome.

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r j j stephan, i { dedicated to the #FakeNewsDeal #TrumpFaceOnMtRushmore }

c. ROCKTOBER 21, 2018 AD @ 4:44 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to the American Top 40 Casey Kasem on iHeartRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & @SouthernCross #CSN link @ https://youtu.be/iuLBhxZUkmU }

#BelieveMe #TrustMe #YouWillBePushinUpDaisies #WeAintGettinOutOfThisLoveAlive #NoneOfAreFree

YOU FOLLOWING ME?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 20, 2018

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Regarding your and my feeble attempts at understanding the insoluble mystery of God

What millions call the creation of their creator, without knowing but with blind faith

Slowing down Time and staying here in this Space, right now, where we see eye to eye

Hearing the lowdown on the life you and I lived is important but not sacrosanct today.

Pushin’ up daisies in the field of dreams you call the cemetery or the ash that human dump

Dippin’ our toes in the water just because we knew how to have fun, being together in love

Gettin’ ready for the sun and some rum with the best girl in the world, itsy bitsy Dixiecrat

Pretending that it will last forever, trying to not think about death tearing our happiness up.

We all get along in the real America that sat before our founding fathers, old European men

Hardly a women in the foundation of members who overthrew British ruling American sin

Disobedience to the crown of England apparently frowned upon in the seventeen hundreds

Revolution was the only way to gain freedom from the Queen, the King and Dukes’ guards.

With or without you and I, this dream continues as it has for hundreds of years without us

I wished and hoped as a young man, that the world had a meaning beyond nothingness bliss

Dashed hopes and dreams on an ocean rocks of North Pacific, fell off a cliff, blew my mind

Bottle of tequila loved me again, helped me feel the warmth of an empty gun, nuts in a bind.

I am a leader but you don’t need to follow me to where I lay down to die, stay to be shunned

I really don’t give a flying, freakin’ un-bee-leave-uh-bull, it’s all outer Space my wings do call

Nothing else to formulate in the premises, the conclusion is not only rational, logic’s gunned

Luxury and poverty mean nothing like lead or gold, when Earth evolves into Nova’s hell-hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 20, 2018 A.D. @ 1800 hours PDT

{ drafted while rockin’ with Montgomery Gentry #WhatDoYouThinkAboutThat link @ https://youtu.be/tJixs2FoZ_Y & Brothers Osborne #ShootMeStraight (like a shot of whiskey) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QV-eTFXazKc }

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SATURN WON'T DIE, IT'S A BURNT STAR #DeerInHeadLights #FixADrink

DRAGGIN’ SATURN DOWN HOME

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Saturday, October 20, 2018

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As I walk along the paths of my brothers and sisters before me, I see outside the party’s obit

Way back before you and I were born, here and now, lookin’ down here at what’s in yo’ face

Living and dying, but why? Just because? Um, nope. Guess again, pretend you’re an idiot

Comprehend a feeble minded, illogical idiot, creator of thought about an empty dot in space.

Then, finally, you can die without remorse and in due course, dematerialize into the star-stuff

A huge amount of oxygen and hydrogen already cindered for a Big Bang’s universal puff-fluff

Philosophical analysis and random interpretation based on assumptions, all #FakeNew facts

Followers follow leaders into their dark pyramid tombs, good, humane lemmings, ET hacks.

I got the Blues when I’m not playin’ around the classical jazz and rhythm of the beaten beats

Like a heartbeat next to your own, it is all there is between things, is the power of the seats

Makin’ the people sit down for a few moments and listen to the reason why, prophets vow

If they cared to know they will and they’ll freak out, a Void is All, Gold is God, take a bow.

Still, stare at the stained glass for a moment from center to perimeter, around circumference

Radii from the center to the outer edge of the matter, where nothing is left over to sense, zilch

Nothing is where you came from my friend, that is your God, your Buddha’s Krishna incense

Amazed at the age of reason that humanity, blinded by TV highlights, invisible oil/gold rich.

Just sayin’ that the tree-hugging humans want to assist with the Earth evolution into a Star

They know who they are, the ones who start forest fires by spontaneous combustion nova

Nobody else in the solar system or galaxy knows that our Earth is a Star, ready to be born

Humans impede the process by putting out the Fires needed for Combustion, humane scar.

Some day, the trees will once again be ready to ignite and the water of oceans will dissipate

Turning back into their own gas, one the Hydrogen and the other the Oxygen, back to space

Atoms and the atmosphere take off into the wild blue yonder and fade to Blackness’ fate

No time left for sergeants, captains or the minions that allow them to enjoy Nothing’s face.

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r j j stephan, i { What would the boyz round here do if they knew? Header is Grateful Dead }

c. ROCKTOBER 20, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM Samedi

{ drafted in absolute 100% silence, no music, nOthing other than the #MuseOfMine, om... }

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