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 MINDFULL OF BLUES & RHYTHM

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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You have what it takes to give and forgive the trespassers and mindless but not far out

Right here and now inside the inner circle of the cabal, the chiefs who decide who’ll pout

About the decision of the group over the individual, subjection of personal will to the many

For the sake of civilization, we beings adjust to the societal deposit of a dollar or a penny.

Good, bad or indifferent, Time ticks on, moment by moment, century by century in my pants

Maybe your personal life or someone else’s or the whole world, the royalty’s systematic rants

Atomic circles around a center of a matrix, red hot magneto moving unmoved mover looters

Any month, any week or day, maybe a spin or a wobble but it’s a revolution for sure, hooters!

It’s a sight for the reproduction glands to stimulate for response to the occasion, right? No?

It’s not exactly something thought about since it’s a random accident of matter colliding, bam

Everything impacts and causes deep implosion and a supernova ending to the sender’s blow

Winded by screaming softly while all alone in a vacuum, airless wind with no objective scam.

Who will drive for Amazon? Who will order the online paraphernalia on the platform of funk

A minor tweet or a post on a cyber-venue and all Hades breaks loose on a cyber-head dunk

Doing almost anything that she ever wanted me to do was not enough, had to act in my play

Twice as nice, double back on the beauty and love flow, I can’t go for that but I’ll do it today!

Dipsticks and numbskulls performing the necessary, sufficient actions to roll snake eyes’ dice

When all you want to do, being cold and hungry is get warm and eat something, all hot Alpha

Or grounded up muscle, sinew and bone in a ball or a flat patty shape, chew, swallowing lies

Forgetting good minds guiding me, in search of miraculous pain, feeling it all, God’s Omega!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 17, 2019 Thursday @ 2000 hours PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA on youTube link to @Supernatural @ https://youtu.be/MNcB0l0H9qE?t=1 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends #HereIAm #OnTheRoadAgain #UpOnTheStage #PlayinStarAgain #TurnThePage #BurnTheBook @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A GOLDEN OWL & A BALD EAGLE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 17, 2019

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When you learn the hard way, to put one foot in front of the other, you take it all, it’s granted

Unless you are born and raised to be a man or a woman who never gets to Do the locomotion

What is your purpose for being here and now, alive in the year we call 2019 AD, spin a dawn

Tell me what you’ve settled for in the history recollection of the minions, mercury spawned.

Boggling the mind with trivia and complicated astrophysical equations proving uncertainty

It’s a principle that men and women who learn about it must adapt to a primate controversy

Welcome the blind faith believers in the Unknown and a hope that the power is of the Good

Not the Bad or Ugly, as human beings have produced upon the 3rd planet’s crust, in a hood.

Flight above the surface, landing on the rock due to the force of gravity, holy, magnetic shoes

On fire causing the dreams, the evolution, the pretenders’ babble, fool’s golden Bubba Blues

Maybe it’s a mental distortion of the light, prism of the ultraviolet to infrared, my Soul Sun

Hold your breath, DNA atoms’ origin of an infinite dimension, is a mere parallax aberration.

Inside or beyond the forms of matter, atomic, molecular shapes combine claws and beaks

Becoming the flyers who hunt from the air, stalk and circle for the kill, before the buzzards

They wait their turn for the chance to pick at the carnage, no brave birds in the nest of geeks

Power of nobody in particle physics or metaphysical philosophy will aid in rockin’ the wards.

Rock and roll music as loud as it can be to the highest volume, I hate rock and roll would do

Pecans, walnuts, almonds, pine and the nuts we’ve grown and eaten, middle of Eden garden

Where children die and grow old in a third world, twilight zone of hyper-sonic mortality sin

Enter fire dragons! Divinity with no Word or Name, alpha’s omega, #Winnin’ & a #Spinnin’.

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r j j stephan, i { drafted #FineWine mystical flow from below my belt, as above, so below! }

c. Jeudi 17 janvier, deux mille dix-neuf ans, Anno Domini, à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted out of thin air while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #PrideAndJoy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0vo23H9J8o8 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForegoneConclusions & #ForlornLonelyAndGenius

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MOMENTUM AND THRUST, COO-L

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 16, 2019 *

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Angels and doves can kiss and say goodbye because they know it’s only so long

Never goodbye because that is impossible not just highly improbable, like if 6 was 9

And then 54 would still be the same either way you’d multiply, adding to 15 or 69

Trouble is a slide into home and being safe, no doubt a score, a run on a hit song.

A bong along with a song and before you know it, Malibu and Oahu beckon the sky

Writing the word and the note to compose the repetition of chords and rhapsodies

An amazing fait accompli and a force to be reckoned with, not your usual kinda guy

No Popeye or olive oyl for the simple Alexander the Great salad, conquered eddies.

Black and blue on the green and yellow, orange and purple back down to red, #ricoSacto

Hunted and stalked for the sake of the herd’s health, tigers, lions, bears, fish, gators flow

All of the animated, living, killed for pelts and coverings over the privates’ party on Wayne

Garth too, the son of a farmer ‘s daughter, finds himself and me, upchucked Zomba glow.

Benign and positively, absolutely malignant at one and the same Time ala Space, pressured

On being the thing itself as opposed to the appearance of what the thing is, loved and adored

A stark reality in the middle of winter, spring too far beyond this twilight zone, just because

Some friends and relatives called you to be at their funerals but it was them at yours, #Cuz!

Dam A street blues on B street or E street, I can’t remember but it all felt like I got cheated

Paid for the saxophone and the bridge of sighs where whiskey flows over the fire, overheated

Billy or Richie doin’ what the bad boys do before they join the service to see the world US-ish

Before anyone knows it, you’re bendin’ over and kissin’ your hind end farewell, edit, publish.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi à 21h11; Un seize; Deux mille et dix-neuf Anno Domini *1-16-2019

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SlowRide by Kenny Wayne Shepherd band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/b2FIpU3lgwA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?