P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

#WhoAreYou #YouHaveNoIdea #ricoSacto @ricoSacto #Ends

STAGES FAR AWAY, LUCKY SHOTS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 21, 2019

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Cowboys and Indians from first engagement, I want what you have, buy it or take it by force

There but it’s not there, yet it is when the time comes for action and safe resolution of melee

After the roadies have packed up the buses to get back to the airport, got paid and a divorce

Cowboys and Indians, everywhere USA and elsewhere on any continent, staged, on display.

Seattle to NYC, through the ORD and the MIA, over to DAL, PHX and back to the rat vat

Punched in the face by the lead loaded fists of the Tobors, only robots meeting gods’ sons

Not even one or two slip by, old big shots eliminated, one by one, us, priests and the nuns

We weren’t told the absolute truth, God or the gods didn’t help the sworn testimony scat.

I may get obtuse on you for a moment and try some metaphysical calculation of con-jobs

Get ready for the worst because here is my best for the old big shots, I don’t need any dogs

Voters for the parties of fools and sheepherders, barkers at the trees, all pi-quine, ho-slobs

I do not feel threatened by the sticks and stones thrown at my bones, call me pig to the hogs.

On the road again to set up another stage in another town until the end of the tour and girls

Back to fishin’ on vacation, just want to stay home by the concrete pond, shootin’ squirrels

Yeah, country boy from the city gettin’ the hunter plaid on, red on black, black on blue too

Whatever it takes and however long until the bitter end, surfin’ with aliens on cosmic stew.

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, January 21, 2019 A.D. @ 13:13 hours PDT

{ DRAFTED WHILE LISTENIN’ to #TowerOfPower #YoureStillAYoungMan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/exVwi9IhIik }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Ends #BeforeWeGoAnyFurtherIWantMyEnds @FreewayOfLove

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A ROCK & A REAL SWEET ROLL, KID

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 23, 2019

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Days like this, I wake up before dawn, shocked by light as it first shows the darkness’ shine

Absence of the star’s shadow dance, as the Earth revolves the mamas along a fake-ecliptic

Electronic circling of a nucleus, no answer, no question but which elemental bones are mine

Circle MY power that is the thing itself, the source of the moods of your spouse’s sweet wine.

Supernatural or not, as slick and smooth as the polished steel of your Acura SUV, love-bones

Nothing between the ears, in the mind, in the soul, no common sense, no reason to be loved

Specks of wasted, atomic fission and fusion in a holy void, mindless blind faith, yet flightless

Dream’s all over when you blink your final eye wink, omega gasp for your checkmate chess.

You might be a fool or a wiseman or a fool’s mate but either way, you’re a joker without beer

Serving your master is what you will do, like it or not, slave to the Earth’s gravity and blue sea

Businessman or decrepit ne’er-do-well all do it, serving the thing itself, the merge with a seer

Your rights are just your own illusion until they pop into the great #WideOpen, misfit to Me.

Just the result of gamete and egg DNA, that’s all the devil is, in the details, dream to be awake

If you don’t figure who you’ll serve, you’ll still serve SOMEBODY, greater or small snowflake

Every sound made by the atoms motion waves ringin’ the hearing, blindin’ the hindsight scar

All or none of it, Alpha, Omega mystic sea wind, yet still in a Jack Daniels’ vapor, jellyroll liar.

Get that sheet of ice off of The Lake, blow it across the LSD to Michigan Av where it belongs

Freezin’ the ear muffs and muck lucks off of the girls, keepin’ the boys’ hands full of wrongs

Catholic schools did no good for the bad boys and girls who found the hood was their home

Joined the service or imprisoned to get away from it all, abused children ruling class, shalom!

All of the tea in China and all of the gold in the Sierra Nevada can’t buy immortality for y’all

Nothing but a promise to take care of the invisible you, the soul of a human being, happy call

To be or not to be happy is the only important question that beckons the answer, to be a blow

Hating the not to be, the death of the friends and enemies, like the food we eat, come and go.

r j j stephan, i

c. January 23, 2019 A.D. Wednesday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in #Alpha wave #Omega frequency listenin’ to Everlast etc, etc, etc ad infinitum, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

#FascinatingFaunaOfTerraFerma #LetUsBoogie

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HANDING IT TO FREEZE FRAMES

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’.

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 }

W.W.A.R.D.?