#TheBoss #UnoDosTresQuatro #BackToTheWorld #OnMyOwn #EyeCannotGoHome

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VOWS, PROMISES & BROKE BLOOD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 15, 2018

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Babies conceived of merging zygotes, brothers and sisters orphaned on a kindergarten bus

Not only in love but also in lust, in hate and by accident, still in dawn’s epic dream all of us

I decided that the ignorance I received without payment needs to be repaid anyway, godam

Do you think that epic Space and Time have an independent nature? When you cry, you die!

Not because it’s sad but because it’s inevitable and your mom and dad can’t help it all, none

With or without the forty one shots in your front and your back, you held hands up high, son

Rookie full of squad cars ready for the targets to be real human silhouettes of flesh and bone

US DREAMERS with eyes wide open see that LIVE spelled backward spells EVIL, how fun?

Pain in my heart is no attack or arrest, it ain’t a stroke of luck or a streak of fortune or fame

Glory to sounds of guitars and pianos, the drums and horns, winds of God’s lip, dream game

See all of those people out there in the world with or without you in their view, Xmas whore

From pole to pole and sea to sea, flat earth or globule of water and hard rocks of four score.

Had a hungry heart and then I got a punch in the mouth, hurt so bad, my heart and soul fight

Tried to feed it some lust and some love but some local hero creeped in and said, crack in two

Not only do you know me but you know my ancestors who preceded Presence, mirror #Me2

Already gone to the place evil angels feared to go and when I got back, phuqin’ blinding light.

Drunk now, I think it was the wine or the Kentucky bourbon, my grandpas all nailed it down

Before they left this planet and let their skin and bones become deleted, completed in town

All dark when the sky’s black and stars dot my eyes, letting me be the holy wine, DNA blood

In a shot or two, get the river flowing backwards, gotta earth, wind and fire-dried flood.

Black oaks frying, electric sparks with the buffalo, deer and beaver dam lover hiphuggers

I don’t know what you know and vice versa but I can tell you something nobody else knows

There is truth in the feelings that cause what you think, frogs, amoeba and blown out hearts

Broken down, I myself am staying with saints and devils, EVIL spelled backwards is LIVE!

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 15, 2018 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen full #Leeds concert 7-24-2013 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9FWojTved4k }

W.W.A.R.D.? 

DEDICATED TO MY POPS & TO ALL OF HIS #VooDooChildren who don't know their real name! @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

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STRANDED ON A 5TH OF JACQUES *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 14, 2018

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Alright pops, it is OK that you couldn’t hang with Wall Street until the gold flowed fast, Fat!

Goin’ down to sixty-sixth street where the action always was and still is, on a corner, schooled

For the marks walkin’ down the street in a hood where angels fear to go, broke down, fooled

No place to go, nowhere to look for the reason for being alive, mama & pappy were all of that.

Now and then both here and there, it’s the time and the place for the spells we cast and face

It’s all a bunch of magic, truth and lies in a hodgepodge of cornucopia, oh mama’s dark womb

Not because they want to, they must, they have to or else the entire matrix implodes to doom

All there is, all there is not is everywhere, all the time, there is no Time, no Space, not a trace.

When I was just a little squirt, knee high to my daddy’s crotch, I punched him in the wall nuts

He buckled over like a baby, I knew I could take him down with one punch but I had the guts

To take a chance and see if I could rise to the top of the love of the woman, infant germicide

Showing the young to eat, to walk, to talk and be the dream of someone else’s fake patricide.

I found the war pigs and the peace nips who fight over whether to destroy or create My date

Bodies will burn in or out of the streets, on fire, underground or high in the upper Watergate

Comin’ to the front of the line, it’s your turn now, what are you going to do, it’s all up to you

Country codes in the cities and every mind of every man and woman alive, DNA is gonna die!

It ain’t my fault, don’t blame me, I am NOT the ONE you should hunt down to straighten out

Certain death in the end, just like your friends and kin before you, just like a future I call Ga

Stab US if you must, bodies will be consumed, all antimatter of Adam’s Earth, #MadDogRa

Skull’s old bones cribs-crossed to deliver up-Word Spell magic, squirts of gold, God! Abort!

Crossfire crap undercover, all the gas everyone wants to combust into a fired-up, white goon

Here and now, shine and moon of the wine, I know how to howl and I will, given a blue moon

Ready to eat meat of the Happy Earth without knowing why we do it or if it will end at dawn

Mirrors of combat odors rise from my tomb, scent of gunpowder here and now, .44 I’m gone.

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r j j stephan, i 

{ *Dedicated to my pops #AlbertRStephan up there on the other side, or down there....NOT! #LoveyaPops ! }

c. FREEZEMBER 14, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted in #BehindTheBack #BluesMode listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #TexasFlood & #VooDooChild & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KC5H9P4F5Uk & https://youtu.be/uVI7I-WDGx4 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

@HogInnards & some @LynyrdSkynyrd #GodAndGuns

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CHITLINS', GOLDEN SCRAPS & KOOLS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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Blues ride on down the freeway, down your one way alley dead-end into cement love balls

Songs of the men and women, open borders, time on their hands, smokin’ drinkin’ pickin’

Without that rhythm there are no blues and no jazz, nothing but a polka, classic and a waltz

Even if you’re deaf and dumb, blind and a total idiotic moron, you have rights to be a livin’.

Livin’ twenty or a hundred years makes little difference, in the end the boneyard’s just ahead

Final vision of yourself breathing one last breath, tryin’ to keep it in because you know it bled

Pedal to metal, shot down a turnpike/expressway/freeway, full gallop 350cc spurred up horse

Stalled 4 wheels, old red, rocky mountain dirt, graves dug, banished the gods’ hotrod Force.

Trying to make it easy, it’s harder than hell, meaning that hell is Hard as Rock, yet I guess

We’ll never know whether there’s more than one way out of here, planet Earth’s so loveless

Look way out there at night, all blackness, asteroid showers, never a #Casper friendly ghost

Won’t come out in the day or night, trying to feed the hunger with chitlins & titmouse toast.

If you wanna get down and ride from the place you’re at to the place you’re headed, get down

You’re in charge of the way you go until they lock you up and lose the key, aw, a prison frown

Don’t want to obey the law and work for a living rather than break the law and scam high life

Be prepared to go from scouts to inmate jousts in a joint some can’t survive in with no knife.

How in the world can civilized people allow prisoners to slice each other just because, what?

Salt peter or a drug to soothe the savage beast would be the civilized way, that is legit, no chit

If you found out what happens to people imprisoned and you can’t believe it, just walk away

Here and now, a rubic cube screws a pooch, pretending to be It, rhythm’s beat, a magic Way.

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r j j stephan, i { “Redneck! ...kissin’ & the crickets are the only sound...do ya wanna get down? I’m One of them boys!” }

c. FREEZEMBER TWELVE, 2018 A.D.

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to BlakeShelton & @LynyrdSkynyrd @TheRollingStones & @WARTheMusicBand }

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W.W.A.R.D.?