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HANDING IT TO FREEZE FRAMES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 22, 2019

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Who are you wavin’ at? We’re goin’ ridin’ on the freeway you jokers, y’all can’t make it rhyme

For this here or that there nonsense where people wonder why angels groove like they all do

Lovers down here are hard to handle, some, they leave you stranded without a dime in Time

Nothing in or out of my mind can recollect the nature of the original tattoo of me and you.

A love in the middle of my living heart, beating and pushing the blood in and out is all bygone

Down the flow of the gravitational collapse and mind-blowing punctures from random spears

There’s never any fun when the fun is all over, once in a while “like” me on my scarlet i-phone

When a smoke was a smoke, I quit to live longer but we all gotta go anyway, someday killers.

Grown from boys and girls of the greatest country ever known to man, a heart of rock and roll

From ghettos in cities and empty hollers in the country, fools’ smiles, smokin’ it all in a bowl

Dancin’ and laughin’ with our friends from teenager years until the military draft for the war

Surprised I’m still livin’ and laughin’ at #WhatThisIs, a beast within knows what’s in store.

A heart repaired yet scarred with the disappointment of a wicked brain not deserving angels

Sun doesn’t come up but we do spin around in circles on the rocks and dirt, ring your bells?

I’m not your daddy or your professor, use #Webster and #Google for that there but this here?

Put your contentment on target, home in on the OM signal, vibrate in the muddy, my dear.

Takin’ a picture of the folks makes you remember when a smoke was a smoke, groovin’ down

Laughin’ because somebody said to smile for the snapshot, then you freeze like a statue frown

Surprise that one day will be the last one you get to think about the nature of Truth and Pain

Feelin’ like Power has deserted One in the middle of battle & I still survive, an angel drinkin’.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday January 22, 2019 AD @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA & Rob Thomas #Smooth @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc & Los Lonely Boys HITS like #Heaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak }

 

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SCHADENFREUDE IS WHAT I GOT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 21, 2019

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Baby, you broke my heart and lost my soul the day you left, now what I got? Bullets at sea

Nobody will ever know the pain that the rain’s been in, what a clown, it’s an end around-fake

Lying to me is just fine but you better fact check your data bytes, good to be a glacier wet lake

Use logic and others irrationality of the skulls, great lakes’ ice where great oceans used to be.

Imagination of a chain of fools on the planet before each day before lunch, an apeman Id

Cavemen UFO aliens in the balls and halls, movin’ a chain of fools to a Chi-town done deal

Forgotten on purpose because the alternative is unacceptable, that is for certain a win bid

Choosing the shortcut, easier way to make a groove in the surface, to keep the oreos real.

Peeking behind the mask and the disguise from your eyes and ears, that’s a MF shock

You can bet life is not what you thing it is, what you’ve been taught by the dead’s a shock

Love’s all you got, it’s all I got, it’s all we all got, without that, it’s a dead T-bone orbitin’

Around and around, going away and coming back until the Singularity pops your zazen.

Not my fault at all, just because I call y’all’s bluff of being uber-ebullient, fatherless fodder

Drunken roll of the bones up against the wall, shake down back alley, kicked my crystal blues

Punks’ swollen cheeks from eating the trees’ nuts so that even 911 won’t get inception header

Howling at the blue moon, beast within begins to transform form into a matter of fake news.

Now that I can’t embarrass anyone left alive on Earth, there is one thought I can’t eliminate

That I am, my ego, my self-consciousness, my bundle of memories, maybe someone I had ate

We exist and breathe from day to day, as the Earth revolution orbits a plethora of self doubt

Forced execution of the Cause and the Effect, no Free Will, it’s a manic rat crime... I’m out.

Lugubrious song becoming blithesome because it mirrors my own querulous nature, a shame

I feel some schadenfreude when I see the villains recover their karma and feel justice’s game

Doin’ unto the others like it or not gives you the opportunity to NOT do unto the others, One

Never two or more to answer to, you are everyone and vice versa, atomic chain reactions, son.

Full of feelings of compunction, umbrage, a belligerent, bizarre desire to caress needles down

When I need it or not, it gets under my voodoo, down at times before I ever get a dour frown

What it is that I’m supposed to be up against, I have theories but need contextual DNA zoom

Timorous without reason, my bonhomie wistfully glides into dire straits, pique of god-doom.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday January 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PDT

{ smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em...that’s what the TI’s used to say in USAF basic training tour of duty, it was like this song by Sublime called #Jailhouse link youTube @ https://youtu.be/bjRuymXmomE }

 

 

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 ‘AKISSIN’ CRICKETS, RECALL IT ALL

by

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!

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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 }

 

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