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POINTS, LINES, ANGLES & FORMS *

by
Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, January 14, 2019

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In or out of the redwood forest, you move until you cannot move any longer, you want to be

Never want ‘not to be’ and it will never be the question unless I turn up a terminal, trust me

No reason to fabricate the truth since it’s unbelievable just alone, by itself without a doubt

Planet alive, grown from scratch, moving to the mulch, appearance of my love, my heart.

Pertaining to the monsoon of my tears crying because I’ve been forsaken, mama blessed to be

Happiness a final goal but only captured a moment at a time, never more than a day for free

Even if you pay the piper and do what pied pipers require, undisclosed bundles, all fake news

Out on a freeway, turnpike or expressway from six to six, huffin’ ‘til hell’s bells ring the blues.

Pumpin’ up the queens and princes who become the sons of the inbred blue, leukemic blood

Sons of divinity and daughters of higher powers than the gods who live higher than Olympus

Maybe the things we call UFO in our mind our out of our mind, those things are in the hood

Our neighbors and friends and relatives all lose you and I to the groove in chumps’ soul dust.

Alive and movin’ on the stage until my breath comes in and out way too slow, drop the pedal

I am gonna go, ridin’ on the freeway in a pink or a white Cadillac, like it or not Chip and Dale

Pedal down to metal down the on ramp into the flow, signaling lane by lane, diamond’s bait

Groovin’ in the traffic in and out for the target is your heart baby, can’t wait to get to the gate.

Awakened at the beginning of the middle near the end of the whole shebang, slammin’ brakes

Stoppin’ on a dime and watchin’ the guy behind me NOT STOP & smash into my trunk, klunk

All in a New York Minute, spinnin’ Earth of sixty odd years finished in a whimper, I waked up

Laid out they called the body without the soul, without the higher spirit, Adam and Eve fakes.

Groovin’ around the center of the emptiness where the fullness becomes the used, refused

In and out of a holy vacuum, worms weave their way in and out of yesterday’s dirt, yet today

Pinpointed and isolated from the well adjusted, the maladjusted like you and I, drift far away

Touching bases with you, sliding safely into home, we end the game singin’ red wino blues.

#GetAJobYouPhuqynSlobs - Everlast

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 14, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST * header photo is my wife in the redwoods

{ drafted while jammin’ to HITS of my choice includin’ this little ditty from Everlast #WhatItsLike... on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gZEox8Crwc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AlwaysAndForever @TheStylistics @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s- #DropTheTopBaby

HISTORY OF THE BELT, FEAR DADS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday January 13, 2019

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Suddenly with the blind faith of the followers, good riddance to the leaders’ deep state herd

Punks now in charge of the rules and regulations for the Many who can’t live, a mere nerd

It’s the nature of the beast where you blow up the house and the house loves you for a scowl

They want an encore and another until after midnight, when the coyotes and wolves prowl.

Switched the buttons to the way of the warrior not the fearful of knots that kill the robots

Check the pulse and there ain’t one, no beat of any heart that’s not there, no machine slots

At the junction where the dependents ask the leader for more because they’re starving now

Fasting anything for breakfast, lunch or dinner, a fat cat fantasy, found grace in a holy cow.

Leftover barbecue and food for thought remains from the philosophy of the bleached blonds

And the salted beard intelligentsia fresh out of Oxford and Harvard, consciousness in bonds

Not knowing that you and I are the only things that matter in the universe, we slight our self

That’s a learned behavior and here’s an amendment to the Rights, grown from a cell to en elf.

A gangster lean to the darker side where the orphans roamed, miserable, Evils ways’ ablatives

It’s all upside down and backwards so that you don’t realize that the Truth is about god booze

A thing itself, dead and gone, reflected in mirrors, dark seeds of smokey fire, dry ice’s knives

Stabbed and slashed at the end of the dream, goddess and god, greed of my blackened blues.

Traced packages of things themselves until they disappeared off of the electronic grid of gods

Permutation of the DNA in holistic, holy holes dug by hand-held hoes that dig this gig, bloods

Listen up now, be careful what you desire, since it’s your mojo, it appears ugly, like, you dig?

#Intent #Dreamer, as long as digestion lasts, ol’ #Jack’s legend just an invisible master’s rig.

White lightening or black magical chanting, all ways lead to the final step up or down Matter

Energy, first and last time you and I can recollect all of the stumbling and falling down here

Skinned the elbows and knees, antisepticized from the grease and grime of the gin and beer

All over the liquid dreams, magic spells on barroom floors, over and out, captain-chief-father.

I said it before, I’ll say it again, don’t forget, remember yourself, factoid now that God is free

You should have pumped it up the first time you heard it ‘cause now when I repeat the scree

All of the magic spells cast will be shattered and dogma will have consumed naked truth blow

Company bones to show, stalkin’ pure red blood in a puddle of blue blood, OMG, E I E I oh!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, January 13, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiteNoise inside the cranial vacuum within and listenin’ to the The Stylistics #IWillLoveYouAlways & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oS9wuhLpwOQ }

  

W.W.A.R.D.?

A PHILOSOPHY of NOBODY @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #IdentityPoliticsAndYourMama #Jericho #Nickelback #ChildishGambino

 #CardboardLeanToJericho  #TeaseTheWinos

ONE, ONE-ONE, ONE NINE, PIZZA! *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, January 12, 2019

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This only happens once every century 1-11-19 ever since I don’t know when, presence bawl

Pretty mamas all helpin’ me wonder where they’ve been hung so long and then, that is all

I couldn’t get rid of them, they were like, well, like stink on the shat, crumbled aster-crepe

Stuff you cannot make up, the pretenders are legion, ruling us in midnight’s blues, asleep.

I am paying attention and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, copy form to git-some

Knowing tht the dream is a dream in a dream is three things, not a lonely matter, my son

Starting from the beginning at the get-go where everything comes from me, lies sun cum

Star, white or red dwarf, down to a singularity where a black hole’s what we’ve all become.

Pernicious patriots and idiots of the bounding mane, short of the dream’s climax, this Force

Blind eyes wide open to the blaze, the burnin’ atoms of gas creating a neutered Zeus’ #TicToc

Holy and a harbinger of the way it used to be and never will be again, present trinity divorced

Cheeses, cheesy slush of cow and goat teat milk, on top of my head’s magnetic, gravity block.

Defined lines of thought, deductions from inductions of my incorporated, sky-high spirits

From one more than too many, we animate the songs with lips and tongues, native chi-lights

Long hair and strings pluckin’ redbones of the natives who came before Vespucci’s barbwire

Among the children who’ve grown out of the spawn of the dead braves, drunk on water’s fire.

Love in or out of the plane, roundish faces and spiked teeth of the species’ main vine, oh Ga

On ponies or motorcycles, the dream is the same, kill the living for the food, thank ol’ Zapata

Pretenders and serious leaders of people who do a blow hard job on the microphone hot-wire

Insufficient but necessary pretense and post haste chaff, a bit of sunlight burn, I’m StarFire.

Divinity slipped and showed the no-peek hand, four aces, full house, trip queens or treys

Mindful of the Way that hominid peds must tred, giving, putting and taking gettin’ down

All for the love of the babies who grow into the minions who serve the TV and radio plays

Commercials to move the freight built from the divine inventions, a cup, a glass, a pawn.

It’s my business and yours is yours and I care but if you don’t share, It is OK, old bloke

Important thing to know is the thing itself and its essence, its form, its spirit, its smoke

When you can see the fumes rising into the sun’s rays coming down to fry your holy hole

The One inside your head, the One in your mind that you’ll never see or hear, Silencio!

Mama used to say she was gonna tell my pops when he got home from work, never, ever did

Good threat that I believed until she quit producing the idle sword over my ebony hothead

Flight into the future to the present, the here and now where I am, here and now you’re NOT

Just because you thought you were so pretty, now you cannot come and get it all hot, #Red!

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r j j stephan, i { *header ON FB page is the reaper, you know, that #OldTimer dude! }

c. Samedi 11 janvier 2019 Anno Domini

{ drafted while whittling and jammin’ to Redbone #ComeAndGetYourLove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kuymTS9PoBQ }

 

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