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RED MARS, DEEPURPLE NEPTUNE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 1, 2018

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In a winter wonderland in the middle of nowhere known to man or woman, hot fire starts

Smoke is there too, always together one by one and two by two, forever identical pharaohs

I ate all of the goblins and their candy last night and I’ve burned off all of the sugar sweet

Without the freezing cold anywhere in or out of sight, it’s all a matter of movin’ my feet.

Dreamed while wide awake, gifted from posterity or my mother and father, suckled hind teat

Giving in to the benefits of inheritance and grand larceny, a transitory experience is all of it

Cork’s out of the wine bottle, cap’s off of the whiskey, poptop’s blown off the beer cans, sons

Corporate and private, pretending it’s not transitory, forcing blind faith upon the wise ones.

My life and love have gone dark in the pitch black of night, Neptune’s purple and Mars’ red

Whether you lived and died already, still alive or not yet to have become the DNA zygoted

It really doesn’t matter at all if you recollect the memory that the divine spark carries me

From pilgrim thanks and on back to the birth of the crucified One and Krishna and Buddha.

Seams and creases right up the middle from the origin’s destination and problematic position

Argument for a rational approach to celebrating mythological lore for the love of goddess’ son

In the dawn of the origin where the train started on the RR tracks from o’er there to o’er here

Shook my bones and my soul froze solid, time’s drunken saint, Santa’s addicted to my beer.

Fun for Red Mars’ girls who don’t become the nuns and boys’ deep purple extinction code

Winning awards for monsters in love, coming began going, broken records’ forming mode

Siddhartha and Socrates reason and rhyme ‘bout a millimeter thin, now weep, ACDC guitar

I’m all One, without deception or remorse, feelin’ the burn undersea, Uriah Heap to Qatar.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER ONE, 20 ONE-EIGHT A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ with The Black Crowes #HardToHandle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2CE6bgj-hx4?list=PLdoJjJ9cLqRxFdjG_C9KCwebgLcOzut9C & @JoeSatriani & @G3 youTube link @  https://youtu.be/zDfy67my2So }

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BULGER’S TONGUE, SAYS NO MORE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 1, 2018

 

Pour the warm water over the cold and dead head, recollecting ice cream cones and hot rods

You are a free rocking bone sack and that’s the way it has to be, devolved from invisible gods

Nothin’ controversial in your bone dome, synapses’ bobbers up n’ down, pounded brain-dead

Ignition of the gas and inflaming the deep pond of idiots, morons and terrorists, all offended.

Your mother and father left you out in the cold before or after their deaths, a poor baby alone

Joined the Union’s League of distinguished, naked boys swimming in a pool at a club of stone

Elder men of Chicago, New York, Miami, Seattle, L.A., Natives extinction reserves of America

Let the females, sisters, daughters and wives be the mothers of natural birth, All is of my Ma.

Before my conception I did’t care, I was not alive, I did not exist as I will not when I’m dead

To the front of the past recollection, avoid the final conceptual analysis of matter’s of being

Why you are alive, what is this life all about, frontal lobe, a divine privilege to be punished

For the ancestral heritage of disobeying signals of One creator, a Being of and for Nothing.

Suicidal murder of the qualified living things we eat and excrete, that’s all in Man’s control

It’s the maniacal and brain dead you will fall so far down the rabbit hole, you’ll lose it all

Everything you experienced and all you can remember will be forgotten, just a N.Y. minute

Down south of the border, Eagles are squawking, line is drawn, spy Trojan Horse, Halts!

When the radio DJ’s want to defend the W  hitey: United States of America v. James J. Bulger

They may all meet the identical fate of a #FrenchKiss with a dull shank, a pick stickin’ razor

It’s not for me to say or know the reasons why people fear threatening attorneys-at-outlaw

Evolution of the primate into your daughter’s date gives an unnatural selection of God’s flaw.

Question everything, have blind faith in nothing humanoid, lust for solace and be super slick

With the fifty emails a day to clog up your inbox, I will increase that too, I don’t give a lick

It will make you feel as if someone is listenin’ to your commanding requests, download Adam

Earthbound imagination here in my bloody battle’s war, blessed, gods’ all favor the damned.

You and Whitey and everyone else will swim with the fishes, land-sharks sent Whitey to hell

As you tweak the two lips of blasphemy and rat out your brothers, strokin’ your pants of dung

Key is to make connections, no need to swim with fish or be the fruit of nuts or tune of a song

Ancient scrolls of World Series’ bytes, tired records pitchin’ crazy screwballs, tongue is held!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOWVEMBER 1, 2018 AD @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #LetItBleed & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PwRg_Cqhs6U?list=RDPwRg_Cqhs6U } 

W.W.A.R.D.?

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DON’T LIE TO ME BUT IF YOU MUST

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 31, 2018

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Make sure it’s worth the risk of losing the love of your life when you take on the assignment

If you choose to accept it, you will be well compensated without worry for fame heaven sent

Chances are slim and none this isn’t just a nightmare, dream within a dream, without weight

It doesn’t matter a bit if you honor the ethics of civilization or that you deduce a Gomer‘s fate.

Hockey puck flyin’ past the blue line for an icing call, so the defense turns to an offensive role

Reverse skating and on defense going backward at the netted target, screening the goal hole

Style and grace on blades of steel, on a wooden stick of backup pine to slap shots, high stick

Checkin’ the bodies up against the count of the command, all’s well and counting down quick.

There’s feathers on the ground but more still on the Eagle flyin’ above to the nest, high or low

On a peak of a mountain, Big Mouth open wide like a gaping Mariana Trench rockin’ below

In some kind of a stranglehold on the culture’s voice, a muffler stops the signals to choke it

Air to breathe and gas to burn, gravity to churn, make the world turn, fly around, oval orbit.

You will, they will, we all will do what e’er needs to be done before we die, including nothing

To know that there is nothing that anyone can do about anything, is to know the truth well

Without compromise, from the thing itself, the matter, cell by cell of the body and soul ring

DNA and RNA blocks to form the matter, to shape and force it’s being to become, all #Hell.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 31, 2018 @ 10:10 PM PST

{ DRAFTED while jammin’ to Stevie Nicks #EdgeOfSeventeen concert #LiveInChicago on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/S3DhXcQepbY }

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