#WhatItIsLike #WhatItIs #SomebodyTellMeToo #SoundOfPain #OohAhh #OohAhh

SHAME AND THE TAMED MANE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 6, 2019

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It’s alright to be here and now with the remnants of civilization, terrorist’s love of a Scratch

Layin’ and swingin’ in a hammock, wide awake or in a deep sleep in a waterbed’s cache cow

Got laid out after I got laid with a boat-full of #Kauai leis and goose-down creature comfort

Periodic tables and analytical deductions to feast on, nothing is better than the here and now.

Birds and bees gave my father the chills of this short life, he told me that x’s & y’s play robots

Lookin’ for the best ones who make each of us smile wide, a happy pleasure gift, oh my mama

Into the adult and the phase of machine strain and breakdown, drift away into the Forgots

Thinkin’ of things we’ve done and what we’ll do to carry on through this insoluble dilemma.

With a stick, a rock or a blade, a bullet hole or a slice of flesh, our meat is USDA quality #1

For no other reason than we’re lucky, nothing eats human beings, cannibals are an anomaly

Yet other species of animal eat their own, relatives or strangers of the same species, yes son

Not my fault, I’m just a drifter livin’ a dream, nothin’ but me on my own, looky here, I see!

Outside cosmic stew where even the Grateful Dead fear to go while still kickin’ in the barn

A veritable void, an absence of matter, not even one atom, no dawn or eve spun myth yarn

Something for everyone and Nothing for nobody, that is where the ball bounces, a punk scam

Cheating you out of your money and your turns to become rich and famous, holy God’s dam!

All of those tobacco leaves giving me the time and changing the dangle, a wobble of star dirt

Kicked by my own boots when I was down on the ground, kicked my own arse, lost my shirt

Dipped, smoked, rolled my own or stoked a pipe for a whiff of dead sailors’ Earth, 7 salty seas

I’m a model of universal Space, recallin’ old, bloody days? Timing’s everything, more please?

Forsaken purpose for being alive and surviving the struggle until the bitter end, I’m Cali-Eyes

Hippies and gurus playin’ the game without tellin’ anyone the punch line to the cosmic comic

You are all, everyone of you, alone, both now and forever, go away and come back, a God dies

Without an apology for losing immortality to daddy’s skin, bone, smoke and mirrors schtick?

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 6 janvier 2019 à 10 h 10 (heure normale du Pacifique)

{ drafted while listenin’ to Kid Rock #Bawitdaba on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1OrNS2zbTZg?list=PL23CAdoO_Fp-XXplpjfbHWyJF_4GV-OlG }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HolyChasm #MindMatterAndYourMama #DrHook @DrHook #DoinNineToFive

CHASM IN ONE’S SCHIZOID MINDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 5, 2019

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Enough is enough and too much is too much, not enough and who gives a flyin’ hoot, man

Who is obtuse other than all of the others, the ones who you are not and never will be, One

Not because it is their personal desire or will to be the way they are, the human being fun

Just because you think you’re so pretty with that empty drink, blockin’ the #FakeNews, son.

Dreaming when you’re in a deep sleep, about how it’s going to be, in a long or a little while

You never know what tonight or tomorrow might bring in front of your consciousness’ pile

Baggage carried whether you like it or not, it’s a robotic program from childhood, orphaned

Mothers and fathers of us all die and get burned or buried, some sink to a bottomless Mind.

Hay is for horses, my mama used to say when I’d yell, “Hey, mom!” Flashback a baseball hit

I needed my uniform but I forgot to put it in the hamper, so it was green grass, stained sweat

Became The Way to practice, pedalin’ rubber side down on a two-wheeled, red Schwinn bike

Streamers streamin’ the flow of sense and nonsense to conflagrate the the rockin’ roll psyche.

Perfectly in tune with the notion of motion in the ocean, first moving H2O and C6H12O2 #Ra

Into a hodge podge of menu-do from cal-zone and minestrone leftovers, oh #PeggySue DA

Sung loud and clear from the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli, evil Adam’s spin

Wars historical, battles on rock gardens of queens and kings, the rapin’ rascals’ of Eve’s skin.

Your soul and my heart misbehaving into the emptiness of sweet, golden bee’s honey of love

Beatin’ knees and wings from dusk until dawn, comin’ into the sweetness as above, so below

She may be happy or she may be hungry but when she’s ready for the battle of chess to win

Fun and game no more, time and space are to use or lose, punks heads-up, get into the flow.

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r j j stephan, i { “[T]he only way to find peace and contentment is to stop thinking about yourself.” - #MichaelASinger }

c. Saturday, January 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Dr.hook Doctorhookah #WhenYoureInLoveWithABeautifulWoman & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bD0CSd6BM6w & #FooledAroundAndFellInLove by Elvin Bishop link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvglqc3QYq8 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Trippin @Trippin & just trippin'...

BLACK PEARLS IN WHITE TRASH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 4, 2019

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Come back to the beginning where you always intended to be, here and there, now then

Inferior or superior all mixed up either way, not the whole thing, just a piece of the skin

Points in the argument or on top of the head, you are a moron, you are an idiot, we are one

It is done, everything will all become the same as it was before the beginning, Divine fun.

But if and only if you can see in the darkness where nothing but you resides, holy soul dead

Peeking in holes to see the real things, as they are, coming to the end of the goddess’ dread

Flight of the birds whose wings are clipped by their karma, what they did before this dream

It must be paid, the debt I mean, either yours, mine or both, maybe all of ours, it’s an A-team.

Punks of spunk young men left abandoned on the bathroom shower stalls’ floors, wet dreams

Uncomfortable and annoying from the first to the last day of the cough, the sneeze, the gags

Sudden impact with a miracle and an accident, collision keeps you in tune, dead, heavy metal

Soft head on soft rock and roll dreams, #FakeNews, #Tragedy, all on a roll, amen, skedaddle.

Punks before and after grade-school training for a high school or university diploma/degree

Wisdom will not sink into the genome and will be forgotten under the dirt, burned by starfire

One day before the Earth caught it’s orbit to wobble to, I was there and I’m still here now, see

Those black pearls rolled and the white trash rocked the iron horse I rode in on, I am for hire!

Infants grown into children and on to adulthood, where each man is responsible for all of it

We all come from Original genome DNA and we’re the ones who live and die on an axis’ chit

Responsible and obligated to the #FactsOfLife as they’ve been handed down from emptiness

Factoids noted, lickety splitly I move in tandem with my spirit, on the freeway with The One.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday January 4th, 2019 AD

{ drafted & crafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?