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SPARKS, FIRE, ODDS IN FAVOR *

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, December 27, 2018

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Hotter than a pistol after ten rounds fired into the bull’s eye where nothing but emptiness Is

Glimpse of the way when blinded by Light in an empty nest where silence annihilates the kids

Dark matter and White Noise permeate the atmosphere both above and below the substances

Water, Fire, Air and Earth mix up the rocks and rolls ‘em around infinity’s ellipse, who says?

Sweetened spots and sourpuss funk in boots all have smoke swirling in past winds of Time

Everything is what the timing is, all of the things themselves and everything else on record

To recollect the data and replay it all for those that missed the trippin’ of their mom’s rhyme

Multiple children from multiple men and just one woman, brothers’ and sisters’ multi-color.

Milkman at your wife’s kitchen door and you’re supposed to roll with sucker punches, kiss it

Love in between us and leakin’ out of the holy holes between your ears, 7 holes from a teat

That is what the reason is for being alive and reproducing DNA to disregard the extinction pit

To be or not to be just because you can, no other reason for being alive, just eat, love, excrete.

You’ll never be awake before you die, death requires awakening, it is inevitable to be the hole

It’s a holy hole or an empty hole but it’s a hole all the same, a place where Nothing is the Soul

In love or not, blinded by light or the darkness, it’s inevitable that you see Truth, you see God

Divine intervention in the perfunctory prayer, lay you down to sleep in astral dust, gas’ blood.

Peering through a pin hole of light, insight invisible, dumb luck alive, blowin’ winds of Time

Gone from the scene in less than a hundred trips around the star, still an insane, lame brain

As it was above and so it is below as well, finite cascade of caskets runnin’ a 208 bone-dash

Skillet of corpses, fried French Englishmen in Italy’s boot, criminals’ gold spot of lead cache.

For no reason other than just because, you are going to die just like me and every other body

It doesn’t matter which species and which time the DNA was processed, it’s all Cosmic Soup

Mixed in a hodgepodge of whatever this and that happens to be named to the #Allstar five

Ball is legal and on the floor, on the field or court and hit or thrown, bounced, full hand-jive.

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r j j stephan, i #TheOddsAintInOurFavor

c. FREEZEMBER 26, 2018 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen - #Uncasville 5-18-2014 FULL SHOW - final show of the tour! link @ https://youtu.be/0nUeKuDjHUU }

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#SupremeEssenceHeartSoulChi #BabyBabyIDGetDownOnMyKneesForYou #IfOnly...

 I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 26, 2018

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Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains

Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings

Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons

Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.

Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect

From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect

Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil

Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.

To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war

Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all

To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor

So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.

Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th

On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore

Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor

Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.

I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you

Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”

When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed

From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.

Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction

Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One

Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once

Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini

{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

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MASSIVE TIMES IN CLEARLIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 24, 2018

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Handling with care was never an option in the middle of grim chaos, you don’t care though

So, no harm, no foul, continue the dream without a thought of makin’ any messes, holy O

I think and therefore the logic remains to be seen, whether it matters to God or man’s face

Treachery and forms of Matter’s marvelous substance as such, is All there is in empty space.

Another pretty face won’t move the unmoved mover an inch to the right or the left, at One

Nevermore in two or three split personalities which swim in chaos, lovin’ the insane fun

Without any regard for the doing unto others golden rule, consume the food, lick the hand

Like a hungry dog lookin’ for a master, someone to hunt for it’s food to cook in a dead pan.

Mother of all bombs will put a dent in the cement down to the core, reverberated brass bells

Ringing up the total of the cash and the charge for the things created to be destroyed in jells

Holiday virus ready to re-ignite the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf or Snow White no doubt

And how the Time and Space works it all out by itself without my help, hey, it’s not my route!

Formulated the matter into tiny cells of atoms’ electrons, neutrons and protons, for A-bombs

H-bombs and #Neutrons ready to trium the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf FeFiFoFums

Just because that is what matter does, it burns and has no ethics or morality, Ra, Jesus, Sky

Faith-blinded black-light in dark rooms without mothers or fathers to feed upon, Voided eye.

Picked and plucked because the Time is up and it’s all goin’ down, from above and below me

Spatial dimension of a warped shape at the mercy of gravitational and centrifugal forces’ tea

Wake up call for dead bodies’ souls buried, burned, drowned and blown clear to smithereens

Yuletide attitude, tip God’s DNA, melted blood and bone’s fate, frosty snowman exit scenes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 24, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ written listenin’ to some fantastic Frosty's Christmastime Lounge link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/iheartchristmas-4596/ #NorthPoleRadio on the WEB @ here’s a link to #NORADSanta #trippin on the #lead #RudolfoTheRedNoseReindeer @ https://www.noradsanta.org/ )

 

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