@TheTemptations #Papa Was A Rolling Stone 1972 Single Version

#POLICE & @HomelessWhiteKnights !

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 1, 2019

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It is the time and the place in space to put the pedal to the metal, hammer down Mex-Texas

Or Iowa or Ohio, it redux of the rerun for the minions’ predilection for the Perfect, infectious

Bringin’ home the bacon to get the home-made enchiladas in foil, cat food and a kill instinct

Empty, bombed-out structures that used-to-be hospitals, schools and churches now extinct.

Magnetic waves, infrared and cosmic stellar amusement and the trouble is you’re a pawn

On and off of the thirty-two squares of the playin’ surface of the black and the white Dawn

From the monkey man mind without a care other than food, shelter and protection of God

In the emptiness of the darkness a deal is struck with the devil inside you and me, full blood.

Down to me, down to you and down to the smoke that rises from the burning, funeral pyre

Pumped up and jammed down into the ash from which it all comes, stardust, fool for hire

I don’t care that you don’t care, yet you read on hopin’ for the catch of the day, rollin’ a rock

Funeral and burial, incineration for all two hundred eight bones, all under my thumb, phoQ!

Don’t trip just because you are more holy than I am, I was a Catholic altar-boy, 13 years, a lad

Then the Force educated me on the actual #reality behind Ma and Pa and a military bunk bed

Pink sometimes but mostly lonely and blue, just in time to listen to boogaloo, midnight’s spec

Gambler and pawn shop, dealer of the cash to burn, bet you’re right when you’re a bluff, dick!

Ramblin’ with the spirits and souls, around in circles from lucky day to sad, good day in hehl

Wind blows four or more ways, depending on the trajectory of the matter in the space, I fall

Shroomy Cow and Alice’s #Vunderland hole, I and you in gravity collapse, we’re singularity

Rambling around the block in a Hearse or a Rolls or a Volkswagen in or out of this reality.

After the last breath you gasp for, right after that moment right there, that there, this here

All of it means little or nothing, I should have been, I would have been, I could have been

Features of the creatures that look like forms made of shapes of plastic, pig iron and steel

Compared to this thing itself you see, alternative reality has nothing to do with human zeal!

Downhearted and drained of the tiny bit or two of microscopic particles, angry atoms I am

Changed now and I am in total control with the will of the One at the helm, Lord helped me

Which Lord you wonder? For you my friend, to find out and I’ve got no say in the guy’s scam

Just remember, it’s a choice, your choice, you can be wise or foolish, a heavenly body #Slam!

Lonely and finished with the wonder of the surviving with the fittest amongst us, we survived

We never became the food of the carnivores, the bone-yards have our remains, our soul freed

From desire and need of the breaths you and I are takin’ right now, in and out, borrowed Time

It’s almost out the moment it becomes conscious of itself, a matter, a force of cosmic slime.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 1-1-2019 Mardi @ 7h11 Hors de contrôle

{ drafted while #CatchinAWave to The Rolling Stones #OutOfControl & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MHlxGg0QIqE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RonnieWood @JonnyLang @BuddyGuy #PlayAllNightLong with #Friends

#POLICE & @HomelessWhiteKnights !

by 

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 1, 2019  

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It is the time and the place in space to put the pedal to the metal, hammer down Mex-Texas

Or Iowa or Ohio, it redux of the rerun for the minions’ predilection for the Perfect, infectious

Bringin’ home the bacon to get the home-made enchiladas in foil, cat food and a kill instinct

Empty, bombed-out structures that used-to-be hospitals, schools and churches now extinct.

Magnetic waves, infrared and cosmic stellar amusement and the trouble is you’re a pawn

On and off of the thirty-two squares of the playin’ surface of the black and the white Dawn

From the monkey man mind without a care other than food, shelter and protection of God

In the emptiness of the darkness a deal is struck with the devil inside you and me, full blood.

Down to me, down to you and down to the smoke that rises from the burning, funeral pyre

Pumped up and jammed down into the ash from which it all comes, stardust, fool for hire

I don’t care that you don’t care, yet you read on hopin’ for the catch of the day, rollin’ a rock

Funeral and burial, incineration for all two hundred eight bones, all under my thumb, phoQ!

Don’t trip just because you are more holy than I am, I was a Catholic altar-boy, 13 years, a lad

Then the Force educated me on the actual #reality behind Ma and Pa and a military bunk bed

Pink sometimes but mostly lonely and blue, just in time to listen to boogaloo, midnight’s spec

Gambler and pawn shop, dealer of the cash to burn, bet you’re right when you’re a bluff, dick!

Ramblin’ with the spirits and souls, around in circles from lucky day to sad, good day in hehl

Wind blows four or more ways, depending on the trajectory of the matter in the space, I fall

Shroomy Cow and Alice’s #Vunderland hole, I and you in gravity collapse, we’re singularity

Rambling around the block in a Hearse or a Rolls or a Volkswagen in or out of this reality.

After the last breath you gasp for, right after that moment right there, that there, this here

All of it means little or nothing, I should have been, I would have been, I could have been

Features of the creatures that look like forms made of shapes of plastic, pig iron and steel

Compared to this thing itself you see, alternative reality has nothing to do with human zeal!

Downhearted and drained of the tiny bit or two of microscopic particles, angry atoms I am

Changed now and I am in total control with the will of the One at the helm, Lord helped me

Which Lord you wonder? For you my friend, to find out and I’ve got no say in the guy’s scam

Just remember, it’s a choice, your choice, you can be wise or foolish, a heavenly body #Slam!

Lonely and finished with the wonder of the surviving with the fittest amongst us, we survived

We never became the food of the carnivores, the bone-yards have our remains, our soul freed

From desire and need of the breath you and are takin’ right now, in and out, borrowed Time

It’s almost out the moment it becomes conscious of itself, a matter, a force of cosmic slime.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 1-1-2019 Mardi @ 7h11 Hors de contrôle

{ drafted while #CatchinAWave to The Rolling Stones #OutOfControl & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MHlxGg0QIqE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeCannotBelieveThis #Ouila

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DADDIO’S NEW YEAR 2019 A.D., ICY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 31, 2018

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Alone and nothing but air baby, oxy-nitro, hydro-carbon and a menu-do of dead, cosmic soup

Mixed together in a menu do of cow’s brains and pigs’ feet, to eat or not, graves are in a loop

Deadpan spoon or a forkful, you can shovel it all down the gullet, no satisfaction’s all of that

Respecting nothing because it is all there is, the facts of life are chilling but, facts are #Fact.

You got here before or after I did, learned to read words and comprehend the being’s nature

I get ready to die every day of the living body, the oneness that’s here and now, bone bell ring

Saw it coming, body’s mind could have prevented divinity’s prestidigitation, a worldwide tour

Babies come and babies go, some sooner and some later, some never get past the zygote ding.

Perfectly happy and imperfectly sad, immortal ideas, a fiction of imagination, a chimera sin

Nothing or something, in the middle or at the outer edge of the system, chain of fools’ in a bin

From the front to the back, you will be what you are, what your intention allows, conquer it

Years, centuries and imaginary, fossilized parents of the present, hung low to burn and bury.

Chains of history, recollected by the ones who were never there, implants of an ignorant mass

Without the links, the fools are by themselves, all alone in the middle of paradise lost too fast

Before you know it, you discover nobody knows a thing at all about anything, farcical drama

Lying to me and sayin’ it’s gonna be alright, that is a mistake, I am a skeptical man of manna.

No free bread in the soup line, you must make an effort to survive in the cosmic bog of atoms

Naturally, Time’s Space becomes all there ever was, to you and everybody, even my God cums

Bringing acid to fruition under the blazing, red-hot, white dwarf, disguised as the Sun, Sonny

Boys and girls, it’s time for the show, we need to get it going, fade-out on stage, stoned Rocky.

All my friends and relatives faded to blackness on blue, all alone here and now, a haven sent

It is what it is and I can’t say no more since the WORD is all there is, I say it and it is so, cuz

Wonderfully composed compost in the hot spot, burnin’ nostril strength, odoriferous scent

A kiss and a shout away from the formulation of the mighty and weak, goodshitz got a buzz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 31, 2018 A.D. Lundi @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Slash, Derek Trucks Susan Tedeschi Ronnie Wood - Oficial & SimplyRed’s Mick Hucknall (Simply Red) Italian FAN CLUB all @ B.B.Kings B.B.King Blues Club & Grill New York #ThrillIsGone & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3uneA-cstZs?list=RDjJncp6eMUSQ }

 

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