AVOID THE VOID IF YOU CAN, YET YOU CANNOT! #FullOfGrace

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LOVE IN LOVE WITH THE LOVE *

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, October 22, 2018
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Come home for supper when your mother calls you next time, don’t make me blow ‘whistle’

OK dad, I said but missed the next whistle, got my arse whipped with a belt, like an imbecile

That hurt pops, I even did it to my own kids, now they’re big and bad men, like a holy wraith

There is no reason for the empty gaurantees that make you question Nothing at all, a Faith.

Believe your mamas and papas who exuded simple wisdom while alive to just wanna have fun

Nobody got out alive from your ancestry, you won’t either, you are in the herd yet you are one

Of a few and proud, brave and strong, survival genes are demigod-like yet, can end with a gun

Crunching The Incredible Hulk and holy Thor together for an extinction battle, epiphany run.

Take a little mental trip to imagine the world in front of your eyes, fading to black, see aVoid

Where there’s no light, no thought, no people, no pets, no theoretical philosophy in nutshells

You will have something to point to, your invisible self that is as unbelievable as UFO hehls

Without anywhere else to go but you must continue on without being confused by an opioid.

Keep the sheeple unconsciously following the conscience of the nation, keep dreaming, sure

About the future you may or may not ever have, Life changes everything present to yo’ future

Someday a look back and a word with anybody that cares will no doubt allow you holy spam

To be or not to be was never the question at all, it’was, “Why the phuyqt’d the Big Bang bam?

You get a privelege to live and die in the middle of Liberty and Prosperity, all germs, inane

Leverage that they can’t all have what we have, innoculated viral bullits, bacteria infections

In your wildest drams you could never imagine the end of everything, you would go insane

Correspnding to the wisdom of experience and blind fortune, ignorance, doom, extinction.

Big boys make Sloppy Joes go down an empty hatch, a black, holy one, two, three, s’all good

Unrequited delight of the unknown, it always comes and goes without notice, all in the mood

We move in and out and sometimes take it for granted, BBQ wisdom just sacrafice of a ram

‘Others’ present, even superheroes don’t know that if you spell it backward, Live is Evil, Dam!

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r j j stephan, i { inspired by #BigAl 2 holy guys in the sky! }

c. ROCKTOBER 22, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM PST { *header is my #Muse incognito for the day }

{ DRAFTED while in audio-synchronicity with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE OR iHeartRadio 0600-1000 AM PST M-F ....now to Tom Jones (singer) link @ https://youtu.be/ReL9dmYD53A }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MovingForNow #NotDeadYet #GoingOutKickingAndScreaming #MovementToTheVoid

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 }

W.W.A.R.D.?