P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

#SurvivalOfTheWisest #NoQuestionsAsked by @FleetwoodMac or anyone else!

BLOCK ME, OR NOT, please?

MASK ON AN INFRARED RAINBOW

by

Richard Joseph Stephan ·Wednesday, October 24, 2018

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.409 cc’s shot of injected nitro just because I want dual-quads to fly, rubber posit-wheel burn

Shiftin’ Hearse one to four, Chevy ‘57 begged, “Shoot me straight!” from Cool to old Auburn

Down and up CA #49 north, passin’ nobody in trailers and trucks, got from here to o’er there

Souped up baby full of the supercharge cooler, lookin’ forward to George’s town race affair.

Four Seasons croonin’ to the full moonlit sky, stars by the thousands everywhere above us

Never thinkin’ that an accidental cause of an event moves your thoughts to process the fuss

Either it’s a crisis needing attention or just the hovering notion of pending doom inherited

From a long line of optimistic pessimists who look backward before looking too far ahead.

Caught a 10.3 1/2 mile last night and blew a rod, probably my last drag before old retirement

Shined and tuned for the museum in the barn, an inheritance a kid would drive for a minute

Punks all around me, known and unknown, from the bowels of a heightened consciousness

Walkin’ up and down the middle path, where I found the one stair before heaven’s highness.

Tuned in and dropped out from the mainstream, though I was going with the current’s flow

Wings still unused because of the grounded status, bottom of the food chain’s arrows’ bow

Trajectory on the wind, up and down with gravity and momentum, on the way to bull’s eye

Forced into perpetual motion’s G-force, Will to power coincides with pieces of the blue pie.

Daddy gave me the final thought, saying that if I didn’t watch it, all sensation’s guilt got lost

Eyes wouldn’t see the light, ears wouldn’t hear the rock sounds nor nose and lips scented lust

For the feelings of life, the movement of matter, animated for good, evil or all hyper-ecstatics

We got these moments, I want more, as many as I can get, coppin’ ‘em from goddess chicks.

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 24, 2018 MERCREDI @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Fleetwood Mac #DeluxeRumours #Everywhere & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fIoxpiS01gE}

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

#FakePoetry #FakeNews #FakeFriends #Fakers

I AM TALKIN’ TO YOU MY FRIEND! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018
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I spent at least one minute thinkin’ about why I love you and can never let you go, I know

It’s a little bit crazy to think and actually say what I’m thinkin’ about you, we’ll take it slow

I’ve broken 1,024 hearts in my lifetime, that’s two to the ninth power, fraction distraction

I don’t just break hearts though, I eat them for supper and never have a leftover for my kin.

Kill all of my food and I never starve because I keep moving from place to place to hunt

One way or another, running into adversarial crews on the way would cause sanitization

Nothing left to salute or even relate to historical record that they ever even existed at all

Once dead and gone, buried under the sand, billions of bones are free from Earth’s call.

Survival in the hostile matrix is all that’s necessary to appreciate the complexity of mind

Moving critical computations into action, in pure blind faith in logic, reason’s prime line

Money and a dream about getting every little thing a heart desires, solo need to nose bleed

Vows and promises to be aloof no more went down in flames, crave to be alone with greed.

Keep your finger out of my face, it’s big and fat and pointing at the wrong one, a gnat knows

Home is no place known, it’s somewhere forgotten, close to nowhere, nearly nothing, it blows

Cannot figure it out with astrophysics or arts of science and drama, what’s below here’s above

Terrain defined by the latitude and longitude of my attitude and addiction to muscles of love.

Special characters dancin’ on a stage at night, under moonshine without a care, wanna bail?

Yet ready to roll with the herd that moves with the families stuck close together, hide to tail

Performing the acts of reproduction and transactional analysis, in a counselor’s office, a liar

Pretending the beginning is something possible to remember, forget about Truth, hang #Fire.

Just because they thought they were pretty, acted distant and hard to get with it, forecast

Near and distant future based on the rear merchandised pallets, gettin’ ready for the blast

Holy center of Earth is ready to surprise the galaxy and step up, spill some milk, a lot less

Paranoia, inbred feeling that comes when confidence wanes, causes an inferior human ass.

r j j stephan, i * header IS THE @TheJerkeyBoys GIF i LIFTED, author anonymous

c. ROCKTOBER 23, 2018 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ written #PrayinForTheEndOfTime Meat Loaf & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C11MzbEcHlw?list=RD1XcWRl8l9vE }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TalkTalkTalk #WalkWalkWalk #ExitStageRight

I AM TALKIN’ TO YOU MY FRIEND! *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018

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I spent at least one minute thinkin’ about why I love you and can never let you go, I know

It’s a little bit crazy to think and actually say what I’m thinkin’ about you, we’ll take it slow

I’ve broken 1,024 hearts in my lifetime, that’s two to the ninth power, fraction distraction

I don’t just break hearts though, I eat them for supper and never have a leftover for my kin.

Kill all of my food and I never starve because I keep moving from place to place to hunt

One way or another, running into adversarial crews on the way would cause sanititiation