#WhoGotMeRockinNow #RollingStones #GatherinNoMoss

ME, YOU & MY ROCKIN’ EYES *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 2, 2019

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Even though a man or woman is born blind to the light of this star’s shining, fake brightness

There is a way to become enlightened with eagle eye hindsight, to be freedom’s faux liberties

Coming to know this factoid of life is an initiation into the Way you run the dozens on kids

Only God knows what’s in Dynamo Hummus mind, singin’ rhymes, preachin’ to arachnids.

Needles used to scratch the grooves, spinnin’ discs in infinite circles, ad infinitum brothers

Sisters too, I don’t want to leave y’all out of this but it’s all the male’s fault, responsible me

I know that from Eve until my own mother, sisters and wives there is no blame for the screw

Man, a human male was obligated to secure the fortress and protect the queen, failed fool!

Utter hopeless on the rebound for the Super Bowl LIII, pushin’ the cheese nachos and brew

Ready for fights and welshed bets to become the talk of the evening and next day armchairs

Bullies got their long overdue dithers and now hang withering in frozen black ice, holy curse

Sounds of the speakers replication of the music, lyrics and melody verse, same as omega first.

My talons have got to hand it to you, watching the ruckus down on the earth’s crust of angels

None of them have wings to fly away but they try anyway with rocks and melted steel deals

Butchers of the cave men and women, they chopped the meat to barbecue for fake-tribal fools

Penchant for rubbers and plastic, concept of extinction coded in DNA, One, too many to One.

Blowin’ every one of the conceptual analyses into oblivion where they originated, laugh jackal

Motorcycle riders gettin’ tattoos and spoutin’ off philosophical arguments for natural survival

Known historical record of humanity’s oral and written WORD gives me a bull’s eye, Om I am

On God’s dams and throughways, we’re jammed, all gone man, fever pitch to sacred wisdom.

Eagle has no meat for you, feathers and bones and a brain to hunt the stupid who want to die

Way up above where you can’t go, you’ll never see it from that point of view, rocks below sky

Will to power and hungry Intent occurs to a Fake self, a third eye asleep, becomes God’s fears

It ain’t my fault, Eagle keeps rockin’, boxes flying in the air, It’s a FedEx cash-cow my dears!

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r j j stephan, i {*header is my One, eagle token of cybertopia! }

c. Saturday February 2, 2019 A.D. @ 4:20 AM PST

{ filled in the blanks & drafted this from #Scratch himself, listenin’ to the RollingStones jammin’ in a loop on #YouGotMeRockinNow on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PaMSw_lH2kQ }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

#ContractionToBe #BridesHymens #CageTheElephant @LogicOfZeno

 

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SYCHOPHANTS & PSYCHOS, SHOTS?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 1, 2019

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Begin before you even start questioning the age of the reader, if you can read, the Word’s you

Now and then, there’s a function of a flute and the wind to connect you to where you belong

Space’s place and Time’s momentous occasion which gains momentum in the dream, a song

Completely surrendered to the boiled liquid of the Agave, on a trip ordain Cheech and Chong.

Burned your filth from the aliens who produce the chemicals to delete the human genome

Chemistry mixed with a #Fakehumanity philosophy of life, 4p + 5O2 yields 2P2O5 to come

On the scale of trebles and clefs built into the complex DNA within the acid, star leakin’ flow

Moving light’s waves into glucose particles between quarks of charm, methane bubbles blow.

But that is Life as we know it, far away from any Twilight Zone in the mind of mankind, One

Two or more up to the top of the heap, top of the pyramid, built to remain, to avoid a topple

Pointlessness with a point, a sound, a sight, a taste, a smell a feeling inside or out, we become

Just a shot in a glass, a shot in the dark, clear light from the firmament, a Voice of the people.

Rock hard, rolling and bowling balls up and down the alleys of pins and needles, a 300 score

My drinking and eating got to me and you, we exploded and imploded with the squeegeeing

Getting the muck and mire all in one place, gathered to disintegrate the mass of Earthen core

Used to be a hot, burning star and is losing energy, byte by byte into the Ether’s biosphering.

Hunger for the menu-do, the pizza, the flesh of the animals in unidentified chunks and slices

Pairing your cellphone and your mates with your ID number and your place in time’s vices

Everything known to us, known to civilized humanity, voided by brothers doin’ the #Dozens

Alcoholics are not anonymous, we are them, we drink it, we are the #Redox of the heavens.

Oh, but wait, fluorine bonding with sodium yielding my spirit’s #Redox reaction, combustion

My holy and sacred mud and blood are the building atoms of a thing itself, a form of fake fun

A move on a boring trip through the empty cosmos becomes your and my experience drought

Ending as it began, in an inaudible puff of wind with nowhere to go, up nor down, I am out!

Cactus in the desert with the liquid that keeps the Earth in it’s altered state of consciousness

Keep the mushrooms and the ground up bark of ancient trees away from my face, countess

All seven holes in my form reject the foreign bodies clamoring for entry at the wall, the gate

Either this is all there is or it isn’t, if there’s more, bring it on, here we go, let us roll, mate!

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r j j stephan, i { *Header is Milagro Tequila bottle of power! OM Carlos Santana }

c. Friday February 1, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while immersed in the platinum edition of #CanyonTrilogy #AirFlowFlute of @R.CarlosNakai #RCarlosNakia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XHdOSMpZ1_w }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouCannotSaveTheVoid #KingsQueensPawns #BeastOfBurdenNot #CantYouSee

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FORTUNE AND INTENT, LOOK OUT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 31, 2019

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Tiny bubbles of gas turn into huge bubbles of gas, expansion and gravitational collapsing

Conscious of your foolish living on the dirt, the ground of the being that comes and goes

Before your fathers and mothers, after your children or your brethren kinfolk, #Incoming

I’ve got some old news for you, take a nose dive in here and be amused, don’t come to blows.

Nothing to fight about, ideas conflict in their artificial disagreement #ElkCloner in my #DOS

Boot sector virus, 1982 15 year old is now 52 and has become a star, origin of our cyber-verse

Peeking through the fence of your neighbor doesn’t work, install a micro-cam on your roofs

See through the fences, through the walls, inside the rooms, watching the animals hooves.

Perfectly genuine, all of the visible universe, all of the sensations received into historic record

A metal object, shaped like a pyramid hovered over the pentagon in D.C., Earth’s a UFO, nerd

Piece of fragmented rock and liquid gas, here and now, our world, is an anomaly, it’ll go away

Comprehend Holy Grails with 20/20 clarity, temporary bones, fade to black memories, I say.

Flowing rivers from snow-caps to the sea, It can neither be created nor destroyed yet I matter

#FakeNews is a deception tool to attract the followers who need a leader, one too legit to quit

Like an arm or a hammer that you use to smash a nail into the wood, to create It, connect a fit

Old news, good news, ad infinitum, light up the white blackness’ fire, I’m a Nothing hoarder.

I’ve as much as I can get but I will accept more of the Nothing I’m filled with, sunlight warm

Love UFO time travel in space, whether you do or not, it is happening and it’s a swan song

Punks grown from the educated nannies and their #FakeNews about doing right and wrong

Good, Bad and Ugly all mixed up in a menu-do of A Thing itself, astral bodies of blown Form.

I didn’t do it! Nobody did it but somebody said that someone did do it, hence, fake dilemma

Here’s a comedy and a tragedy, there is life on planets’ Matter, an inter-dimensional groomer

We can never be alone on Earth, DNA will survive until #BigBangers rearrange hyper-data

#RichardGardnerHardRoadToWorldOrder will freak y’all out, move slowly, checkmate over!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, January 30th, 2019 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted after getting my world in order and listenin’ to #RichardGardner @RichardGardner @HardRoadToWorldOrder on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YOaVuWpiaQU }

W.W.A.R.D. ?