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BEIN’ DIVINE TROUBLE’S BLUES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, January 15, 2019

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Shine on and bustin’ out tweets with the only way to act, Zeppelin death callin’ for you flakes

Life itself tried to move us both, deep down assault, we didn’t budge, we don’t partake, #Jake

Classes began in the middle of the semester, the teachers have called off the strikin’ wizards

Sisters of Charity and Mercy leftovers, Lords of Rings, platonic spoils, buzzkill of buzzards.

Perfect oddities from squawks of bald and golden eagles, a hit from heaven to rock bottoms

Dreamin’ in the middle of the day when all is well, everyone else is awake except my mind

It’s not my choice, I have no freedom to choose one way or the other, it’s a DNA coded kind

Force to be reckoned with if you’re a force of either one or another, good as a swayin’ totems.

Without reasonable doubt, bad blues keep track of the dirty, rotten river of tears on my flank

Coming just because the feelings are hurt due to the love withheld, the dastardly deceptions

From your woman, man, lover, mother, sister, brother but never, ever your father, sacrosanct

New year or olden days, back in my father’s fathers’ houses there were no rules, just my sins.

Benign scales and octaves of noted sounds of air through holes, my 88’s, 4, 6 or 12 axe strings

Makin’ the rhythm and rhyme to beat the meat into the holy soul-spirit of divine chantings

It makes you move when your mama and papa are long gone, all alone with no chess to play

There are no other options in the mix, on top of the world with the A-game, night & day DNA.

You’ve loved a woman or two, me too, it’s all I know, can’t love man, my mamas all satisfied

There’s no shame and it’s no sin to squeeze and be squeezed, sisters of human queen’s pawns

It’s what happens in a herd if you’re no hermit on a desert island, wishin’ ad infinitum dawns

Burning stars stone cold, the time being right, infants in doom with stardust dirt, God’s died!

by

r j j stephan, i {tm #LedZeppeliin}

c. Tuesday January 15, 2019 AD @ 4:44: PM PST

{ created from #Nothing listenin’ to ‘2’ hours of #SlowBluesBallads on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J9fOs1wcEv0 & HITS of Led Zeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/nSceHXScQww }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HowFarIsHeaven @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #AsAboveSoBelow #LordCanYouTellMe? um, nope...yep #Higher

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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 }

  

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