#LetsRide #DownToTheRiverside #KissinAndCrickets #BackwoodsLegit

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 ‘AKISSIN’ CRICKETS, RECALL IT ALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 20, 2019

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Adam had a recollection, that he would cause this pain and suffering, not an innocent human

When morning stars came to shine on the darkness, just north of Kentucky southern drawlin’

Down by the riverside when those crickets get louder when we throw IT on the blanket down

Eve didn’t know the spit and neither did my mama or yours, all the way back to a first clown.

Didn’t make me laugh when I found out but disappointment now reigns both above & below

Hop inside my pickup or my hotrod or my pop’s wagon and we’re there, twilight zoned #Ho

Red dirt or black dirt roads in the backwoods or the forest preserves, where bugs can’t stand

Or diggin’ burrow in the wake of a morning star’s sunlight reflecting glass, harmonic sand.

Amazed at the blue skies, the clouds above moving to and fro, rollin’ smoke on a river buggy

All of the crystals in the stars’ planets, all of them #BackwoodsLegit and none have any necks

Leathernecks yes but no color on the bootstompin’ and diggin’ in the dirt, dustin’ with trucks

Chewin’ bubblegum not tobacco, when she knows I’m watchin’, she’s doin’ the dirty #Duggy!

Being alone on the surface, above and below it, is not a nightmare, it’s the reality ‘round here

Get a friend of orphaned children, drunken conception, violent inception, virus’ intentional

Code of the DNA passed by the RNA transmitter through the cosmic dust, menu-do of mama

All night at the honkytonk until 4 AM, kickin’ up the dust ‘til dawn and alcohol depletion, pal!

Saturday night’s a whole other tale of the big city and rural countryside blanket throw-downs

No matter how you spin it, when the eyes are wide open, life’s optional series of show-downs

Drinkin’ the spirits down to the bottom of the pit where trouble lurks in all night boot stomps

No trouble here or now but it could crop up in a New York minute in backwoods junk dumps.

Now or later, it’ll come up about what this was all about, later not sooner for most, now dig!

You get a job, get paid, you pay bills, you get high and drunk, you go to church, ad infinitum

It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault that we’re here and now but it’s what we’ve got. Ala Sum

Men upstairs don’t care, Evil spelled backwards is Live, now it is Time! It is what it is, #Big!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. January 20, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while loopin’ to BlakeShelton FanClub Chile Blakeshelton posts like this one on youTube #BoysRoundHere @ https://youtu.be/JXAgv665J14 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RidinOnTheFreeway #ThrustToDust #HoyHoy #WhoIsWho #ACDC #ThinkAboutIt #InAPinkCadillac

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HOY, YOU WEREN’T THINKING, EH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 19, 2019

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We all got here the same way one way or another, it was my way or the highway, swing back

Muscles to grab on to and hold tight, my dear, you need the hang to be loose, be really honest

In black and white or in color, it’s one and the same, a feature of the genes, shook DNA cess

On the big or blue screen, in your mind or in your casket or your urn, broken down, on track.

Could have been a wedding night, first date rape, make-up sex, whatever coupling, your call

When the bell tolls for you, it’s your wonder and your fear and loathing that compel us all

From the babies who’ve been toilet trained, diapered, stinkin’ like the waste they devoured

In a bottle of formula vitamins and minerals mockin’ mother nature’s teats, to be adored.

My spine twists to and fro, lefty way over to the right, shakin’ the money makin’ hell’s bells

Calling all cars, calling all cells, air-conditioned rat traps for everyone, jihad for the minions

Loud gongs poundin’ the beat of the rhythms’ rock into my mind’s eyes, it’s all the Hell’s

A judgement call indeed, wedding to a stranger in a manger, a stranger with no opinions.

Off white, tan, brown, cocoa bronze, burnt redskin, thunderstruck by the lightening of Me

Where I step the thunder crashes from surface to soul core, rules of the maker, I am breaker

Nothing more kind than a boy with chips on his shoulder from perceived wrongs, deceived

Misfed and underfed, misunderstood and overlooked, germ, virus, what I am is a bad seed.

Swam around in the darkness of the two who came before me and broke out the nest in a skid

From first to the last moment, I just breathed the gas until I couldn’t hold it in, I am asunder

Reason and rhyme on the shelf when it’s party time and I’ve got to get out of this heavenly Id

Paid my dues before I knew I had to, grooved to #Hella now, can’t stop, it’s way down under.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 19, 2019 AD @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to the quality ROCK of AC/DC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gEPmA3USJdI?list=RD5QS9FqpOJ_g & some classic Rocks link @ https://youtu.be/b6iBclM2CkI }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

@ArethaFranklin in a #PinkCadillac #DropTheTopBaby #WeGotSomePlacesToSee #DropThePedalAndGo #RidinOnTheFreeway

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MARLEY’S SIGNS, SUPERNOVA SINS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday ,  January 18, 2019

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If you have none, you don’t want any, pressure is a heavy load on the psyche’s Id to see

No negotiation with the Ego or Super One overlord of us all, conscience of nations ages

Humankind from the beginning of DNA appearance to the mutation of holy macrophages

In the middle of empty, deep space, far from other suns and interplanetary cosmic debris.

Ambassador of this here and that there, a harbinger of the future shock, avante guard milieu

Militant, regal, Vatican-like culture protecting the status quo, powers-that-be not you, Bard

Priests in the middle of a dark glass bead game, a given, clueless descendants of cosmic stew

Still may be evidence of a dream within a dream, your awareness afraid the Earth is too hard.

Inner motivation inherited from the programmers who left you with DNA and UFO’s drones

Refuse of Right and Wrong actions and spoken or written words, Good and Evil syndromes

Debunked pretensions of childhood hooks thrown by corporate thought tanks, God is Dead

Who said that? God said that, that’s how we know it’s true. RIP to the heavenly father head.

On a holiday or workday, undead after a million years of drudgery in our misanthrope culture

A point is reached metaphorically and literally right here and now, where y’all are swinging

Of the days and nights, the matter and the form of cosmic fragmentation, under low pressure

Blown out from the nucleus to the arms of an astral spray of hydrogen expanse, Big Banging.

OK, somebody shot the sheriff and the deputy but it was not the bad guys that did it, yes true

It was you and me who left the treasure unguarded, didn’t stop the mass illegal, idiot dudes

Let the flood gates wide open not for Mexican citizens but for the whole GD world’s misfits

Maybe it’s the terrorists in sheep clothing on shores, on borders, sheriffs shot in the hoods.

In debt or in pockets flush with cash in forms of credit and debit to data linkage, Earthbound

Not that you didn’t know that we’re a computer chip and you’re a data byte, holy cyborg robot

On another hand if there’s a hell below and you want to know how far heaven is, death is Not

Or Josephine, grampas and grammas did just that, where are they now, stone on the ground.

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r j j stephan, i { Dr-eds #TitForTat on a #ChainGang, now git git & rock your arse off y’all! }

c. Friday, January Eighteen, Two Thousand Nineteen, Year of The Lord of Rings {1-18-2019}

{ drafted to #HITS Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?