#MakinItBurnBaby #PourItOnThis #JackStraightUp

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DRINK THIS FIFTH, HANG FIRE!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 5, 2019

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Whatever you’ve come to be is what you’ve been programmed to become, there it is you toad

With or without the company of a road runner and a coyote, we all gotta get down the road

Nothing in this world’s for free, that’s what they showed me, you gotta work, make a move

No rest for the evil ones, no reprieve for the innocent and the good ones, come to remove it.

He, she or it comes forth outta nowhere, cinders of a blown white dwarf, sun above, as below

Evenings and days will appear natural only to the beings born and raised on the cinders’ hole

Maybe black or maybe white, creepy infrared to the cosmic mix of light’s liquor, cloud 9 food

Prisoners and guards, born, broken, disobedient humanity DNA who’ll close their eyes, good.

Stay on the train and let the locomotive pull you the rest of the way to the next depot’s Void

From nowhere to here, hooves, feet, fins move one to animate two, conceived shadows’ fold

Smile and laugh but never cry about the #FactsOfLife, though you realize, death is to avoid

Comprehend that this trip, here and now, is all there is, no rest for the wicked, space Food.

Corner of my four eyes stuck on the stigmata of the shadow conceptions, kids’ of elders’ Wars

Cache is flush with cash and the bills are all paid, the mortgage has become extinct, #Cheers

Winding down to the end of the comprehensive Space and Time, a written record of #Fears

All from the oral record of the ones who may not have recollected the Truth, it’s as it is, Raw.

Survival of the most fit for the moment of the Earth’s wobble and rotation in it’s orbital path

Around, around it goes with or without the elephants and dinosaurs’ bones and angel wings

Mouths to feed, hungry for the devouring of the matter to use the energy, a closer of wrath

After the one hundred and eighty second blink, the lights go out, like when freedom rings.

This here and that there, those are the only things and the places they could just be anywhere

Either inside your head, created matrix of thought patterns, reality survival on a dotted line

Now then, looky here now, the pump brings the water up from beneath a grounded bloodline

All of the flow of the red from the living bodies of the fighters, Earth killers of One or another.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday February 5, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PMT

{ DRAFTED in a #HighHOpes kinda thang with Bruce Springsteen BOSS Church @ https://youtu.be/KYEg8K5HKzM }

 W.W.A.R.D. ?

#LayMyFiveFootTenInchesUnderground #ShootMeStraighter #MakeItBurnBadly

I GOT SOMETHIN’ NOTHIN’ E=mC2

by

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN · SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2019

Light sped in Space around this planet, this Time flow of crop circles about the wheat farm

Burnin’ It all up in plain sight from Hydrogen to heavy water, chivalry in a space-time warp

Whirling amorphous energy blown in and out of the way, from a center to a twisted forearm

I think, therefore you are this because I wrote it, all of the tea of China’s men won’t change it.

Decorate and adorn naked bones to procrastinate the dead star’s motion, dancin’ darkness

From the first taste of milk, cow, goat, human or formulaic minerals, we’re doomed by a fool

What you’ve become, what I’ll become as the DNA of my genome directs, I have no free will

Dominate subordinates coordinates, #Fakefacts must be easy, logical con of the confession.

Flow down from on high toward the middle of nowhere at the matrix’ empty hole of souls

Could be One that made everything else or Nothing that holds it all together, blind faters

You, your friends and kin are on one side and I am alone on the other, orphaned by haters

Mystic wind blown up your nose to your empty soul’s corner, my sour to sweet jelly roles.

From maximum overdrive to a downshift, a powerlift from the ozone to a #fake twilight zone

Peculiar until it is repeated, ad infinitum like a pendulum on a swingin’ time watch, clocked

Seconds ticking from one to the last one, out of the windup energy of gear resistance, cloaked

Safe places wherever I happen to be, everywhere I go, there it is safe, high or low, I’m alone.

In a bright light at the final gasp of your breath, you’ll be happy again, like the day life began

Reincarnated smoke in the DNA bones and blood of the things themselves, seven sea’s caches

Not a trace left behind other than the language of books with bylines, cyber dots and dashes

Roads to somewhere or nowhere, all around in circles, dead-ends and diversions, I’m a fan!

No dream I can recall completes this episodic stage appearance of an “x” factor, #WTFU man

Born man, born woman, conceived as one or the other or both human and divine screamin’

Wings and cement shoes on your feet at the bottom of Lake Michigan, tell no tale’s to a fan

Angels feared to meet us, they’d morph dust to ash, E=mC2 matter created good mortal sin.

Rights of all robots who live with Smith & Jones’ family have become extinct, #fake not fake

Mud and dirt, rocks and rivers that run over and around them, all of it is all there is, that is it

Outside where telescopes magnify space, microscopes reduce time, we’re warped, man-baked

Bruised, confused at first and then awakened by no mercy of the safety clicks, Divinity’s orbit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 3rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to Marvin Gaye #HITS & whatever on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/x6QZn9xiuOE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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. ?