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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, October 26, 2018

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Save the last dance for me ‘cause I know you won’t have fun if you don’t cry a river over it

No heart and mind besides the one that moves the prime out of you, hatched a star’s orbit

From a little beauty mark on the jugular up to the heavenly spirit that rotates out the Earth

Stardust is dark matter of my FATHER’S bullets, MOTHER’S sweet lips, stargazed a hearth.

Photos of the thing itself, the thing is Salvatrese Alfano, #MamaMia of mine and the #Five

Brothers and sisters a microcosm of the whole shebang in the valleys and down by the river

Quality and quantity under total control of the One, nobody gets out alive because it’s jive

Talking and walking about meanings of things, places and persons who animate the liver.

With or without the blood, you won’t recollect your grave or your final space, a vanishing twig

From the thin air or the thick muck and mire of the dreams dashed or come true, just sing

Lucky you got a second or a New York minute in this dimension’s Reality, just ride n’ swing

Like your ma and pa before y’all, even if you’re an orphan, just thrive with the jive, you dig?

We flew to the moon and stared at the blanket of emptiness between gas balls of burnt soul

Greasing gears for the entry into the abyss, I have a tidbit of love for y’all in a nutshell’s nut

Sit under a tree, on the ground, back straight, knees folded, hands in East or West holy chant

Listenin’ to the reason why I don’t get around in circles anymore, can’t twist and shout a rant.

Next door, A DREAM came true, don’t get around much anymore, hardly ever get to the door

It’s all One and the same, I see what I will see when I die as I close my eyelids with a tie score

A darkness, blackness without sound or any light, nothing to smell or taste, Nothing to know

Life to live and death to die, from Plato to Poe a search due to wonder ends, curtains, no bow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, ROCKTOBER 2 6, 2 0 1 8 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ written while jammin’ to some Harry Connick Jr ticklin’ the 88’s with some Sentimental Journeys & ownHITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Caabqbp7RVE }

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W.W.A.R.D. ?

#ToolsAsWeAre; #DoNotAgitateMe

SYNCOPATED ARPEGGIATION H2O

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Thursday, October 25, 2018

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First and foremost, just relax while you learn the truth, fathers, sisters and your mama ilk

Sun went down a long time ago, it sunk like it went under the ocean, the world just turned

How was I to know we were spinnin’ around on an invisible core’s axis, I’m not a psychic

Pain, pleasure, suffering and terminal doom are steps we take slippin’ down a bowling alley.

Inappropriate enculturation of naked apes by the aliens in UFO’s that show up and disappear

All we get is the music of the strings and brass, music of angels and demons, Nothing’s to fear

Whether you are privy to the secrets of the old priests and elder chiefs of your mass religions

Depends on your luck in the prenatal draw for talent to be loaned from Powers-that-Be sins.

Creative creation we are taking responsibility for the faux pas of the man upstairs or UFO dad

Aliens will make human pancakes out of the wild eyed dreams of the minions of human herds

Historical facts be danged, we’re just the star’s bones and meat, to worship immortality faked

Mean old men playing the lemming herd, God of Jesus, Krishna and Buddha mighty T-birds.

Perfection from head to toe of two hundred and eight bones that sleep next to my iced soul

Asleep from the first day on Earth until the last wink before the trip into the Cosmos’ foal

Drinkin’ until I’m drunk, smokin’ until I can’t puff another toke, fall into my hammock bunk

I know, goal’s goin’ to #Hehl in a breadbasket, smooth, ultimate fate, holy pop of my funk!

Circular groove on a round CD, laser beam from outer-space’s intercourse with malfunction

An empty hole in the core, no soul or mind within to drive the force out of this world, suck sin

If it wasn’t for the water and sand, we’d be the bones under pressure, in the groove of the sun

Imagine the termination of the Bang, here one moment, gone the next, fell asleep to be a jinn.

Big moon rose in the sky tonight, got really high and then declined in darkness’ western scree

Violent revolution evolution, a brief glimpse at Time’s Space to be Here, Now or Never to be

Exist, live, be a human concoction of zygote mating, two become one for nothing, just ‘cause

Seeds groove, “Oh, say can you see,” laid, I’m asleep, surfin’, groovin’ I’m old Scratch’s #Boss.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 25, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 5:55 Ante Meridiem {PST}

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to WTF ever came on my browser Uncle Kracker & Kenny Chesney doin’ duet #WhenTheSunGoesDown @ 3:33 AM link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ}

nb. & now settled with a mug of Major Dickason’s blend & my Uncle Grandpa cigars! <3 span=""> FauxNews & Philadelphia Classical School where Liberty Bells ring loudly & crack! }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SurvivalOfTheWisest #NoQuestionsAsked by @FleetwoodMac or anyone else!

 BLOCK ME, OR NOT, please?

MASK ON AN INFRARED RAINBOW 

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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.

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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.?