#RidingOnTheFreewayEyeFive #I-80 #I-5 #INTERSTATED

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OH, SONNY! PRAY IT AIN’T SO, NO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 10, 2018

 

All there is is a Lotus struggle, it pays to kiss kings & queens toe rings, Space-Time grounded

It is all that rocks my world and if it doesn’t rock yours, more power to me, matter is soaked

Watered, clear with liquid phraseology and word string of a fame claim no special RH- blood

Blue or red all runs in and out of the oxygen tent , resisting the power of suffocation, choked.

Pants’re really tight, from 9 to 5 but I don’t have to drive a long way home, esse come clean

Drop the top inside that Pink Cadillac with the tiger in it’s tank, stop traffic east to west end

Ridin’ on the freeway until it was time to accelerate into carpool lanes to roll along low lead

In flight and nearly gained some air above the tarmac, back down on the grounds, unseen.

Becoming lower than you were, being on high and all of that scat, it’s all up to me and you

To be or not is the issue, getting by while you’re awake in the dream, cosmic cosmos’ goo

Fightin’ to stay alive when you and I and every other living thing is gonna die, just smilin’

Mouth agape for the last gasp of oxygen mix, to die for, to live for, never was original Sin!

Perfectly cheating with the rules I create out of the nothingness of this divine comedy’s God

Name of the cream of the crop’s eyes, ears, nose & the perfect lips and smile, I am laughing

Just recollecting the beautiful and the good, the flight of the Eagle’s mother and father sod

Stardusted into the void, empty of everything atomic, all faded to black and blue, stinking.

Hidden away flesh and bone to decay and break it on down to the basic boogie of the beat

Common one, two and three and BOOM it’s all over, where did you go? Where are ‘they’?

Memories of faces and love of hearts, forgotten hits and runs, above and below mortal law

Argue The Points, conclusions deduced, inducted and feeling bad for dumb kids of outlaws.

Will it ever change if we wait until the end of the completely theoretical, practically right now

Stringin’ theoretical fools, above and below the Truth, Timing’s Everything’ #FakeNews myth

Hard rocks mutate into the rivers’ trees’ glory of the birds, Self put together, DNA stud-styth

War dogs slapped, twisted gods OM in a hole, where gravity glows, two lips’ whistle a blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER TEN, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted in the Fog of Blues, #BluesTraveler #TheMountainsWinAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/G4OTDztS_iA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#CannotQuitTilWeGetToTheOtherSide #WeKeepRollinOn #LetsRoll ! #ChopChop #PedalToTheMetal #TrafficMovinWayTooSlow

METAPHYSICS, FORTS & FUNCTION

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 9, 2018

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Being, as such is the issue, #TatTvamAsi survival of the fittest motto requires, don’t be food!

Procrastinate to become the Way to avoid species extinction of atoms’ run of neutrino blood

All the RNA genes within the bone marrow adjusts Rock to become alive in AM radioactivity

Timing’s blind faith, God’s more than a fake hole in a faux-holy matrix of antimatter Energy.

That is the only way to efficiently survive on the grounds, where the strong go with weaponry

Biggest swords, loudest booms and the spectacular planetary species, hairless, naked history

From Day One’s origin of the Sun, a universal Big Bang and bada-bing, bada-boom, it’s over

Just when you think you got it all figured out, All’s in Space but you it’s a secret, I am covert!

Keep up with me, listen carefully to the musical sound of the pictures rollin’ in above heaven

Hell to pay and it’s hotter than a six-shooter after an OK coral gunfight, freemen vs. lawmen

Companions and cousins, grey and blue, in shining or in black armor to fight to a finish blow

Drawn from sea to shining sea, in an imaginary mind’s map of a place that angels fear to go.

Stayin’ out of the burial grounds where bones wind up hidden underground like the rebels

Angels and demons spent the gold and silver on my genius’ miracle in the middle of empties

Bottles and cans, jugs and reservoirs of the Hydrogen and Oxygen, repeat ad infinitum, seize

If and only if you follow the inductions to the deduction, then you’ll wake the fugue-up. tease.

Dyin’ to get my point across which is pointless in the Big Picture of the hallucination, I am It

This is all there is from heaven, I hope you get what you have faith in, All’s buried in dog-chit

Send Love #Nauts to find the Truth gas of #Earth, a #BlueMoon and #Mars’ new SingSings

Bad, animated acid to reproduce a wunderkind of Red Sea Dead daughters’ of ding-a-lings.

Queens, kings and paupers spunk mingling blues with rhythm’s soul-matter, It Is All! Over!

Need nothing but the happiness that makes mankind go, run out of it and you’re in the clover

Dreamin’ sweet, bad or good really has #Little to do with #It other than your mama’s dreams

My #Core #Dream, #ShootForTheStars before it #Ends in #ChrisCross’ #GraveYard memes.

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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s a place of angel rest in #SouthernRioLinda Delpaso Heights..., #California, where #Death plays for #Keeps! }

c. FREEZEMBER NINE, 2018 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST #GetItStraight

{ drafted while listenin’ to critical music of #TheMeaningOfLife #ItsChristmasInHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kntQNeSge5s }

 

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FurballsAndFootballs #ChooseWellMySon #RidinOnTheFreewayInAPinkCadillac

@IRONMAN DREDS, ONE BROAD*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 8, 2018

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Dead today, caput! A lot different from yesterday or last week, last year forever and a day Da

I have no horn to toot a blow and no eighty-eights to tickle or even pretend to make my R&B

It’s all inside of my head, that’s exactly what my dad and the professors said, Women are free

All something I’ve manufactured outta thin air, I got here and now, after I looked around, Ga!

I’ll be seeing you in and out of my light, all in my mind, it’s always been that way, sunshine!

Your love and mine came from the same blown star above, Supernova or Black Hole, as it is

I stared at it until I was snowblind but even without astigmatized eyeballs, you’re soulshine!

No angel wings on a spirit, a little smoke on the water is all, a supernatural, ultraviolet Fizz.

Cards played, dice rolled, number game guessed and fixed on the number line, God is a saint

All of them rigged to keep the #House afloat and taking from the ones who give willingly here

On the surface or underground, above and below the law, a hint at secret society’s #Warpaint

Comin’ up for air, digital rabble notions arouse UV frequency’s wavelength, attract NO fear.

Deep within my #FullLotus I am the One who was always here even if I am the Only One, eh?

Compared to the learning to read the words of the language of Dick and Jane, wisdom’s tools

To get the data into the stream of consciousness is vital to DNA’s survival of ultimate fool chit

Bang, bang, the bobber’s in the pond goin’ down & up, up, down, rowing a boat in a pile of It.

I hit spots when Time came to hit ‘em but it sure looked like I was gonna lose the pretender

Gone up in smoke or downstream, crosstown in the mainstream of the undercurrent’s purr

Kitty cat the origin of the universe is not, that I can tell you, I’m guessin’ I’m right, not left

Lettin’ you and me down easy before it’s too late, took the pain out of the hurt, now shift!

Just some knots grown out of your skull’s cowl, down your back to the grave, buried, burnin’

That’s all there is to it, no mystery in the books to read about and waste the oxygen smoggin’

Pork, fowl, beef, humane muscle and sinew and marrow not on the menu of Chaos’ fortune

Top animated bag of DNA, in form and matter, multiplicity of the solar, Big Bang Baboom!

Sit in the center of Nirvana or at the entrance of the Garden of Eden, Free Will is the Gift

You decide if you go out of your mind that you have nothing but Blind Faith in a stranger

Nothing but mythological sagas about filling the gaps of the Occult magic, Christmas magi

A god born to a human woman due to an immaculate conception, the Pope said it on high!

Where the rubber met the road, the sandals met the sand, the blood of God in a bin of hay

Where wise men feared to go, the ignorant men walked right in and sat down with #Scratch

Even when they had no itch, nice to know there was someone who’d paw ya, sista? Brother?

I ain’t #Ironman dreds, I know, I got a last kiss, the End’s comin’, leadin’ y’all ‘1’ to another.

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r j j stephan, i { *header represents #Oneness sittin’ in #Duality #OM #MAYA }

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTH, TWENTY EIGHTEEN, SAMEDI @ 11:11 AM PST

{ What is your purpose? #Constant? #Space #NoPlaceOnThisPlanetaryObject & listenin’ to the Brothers Osborne #ALittleBitTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/M86rDSAsHE8 }

#DropTheTopBaby

 W.W.A.R.D. ??