P H I L O S O P H I A

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

#DontLetThemChangeYou #CapitolizeOnYourDNA #CouldYouBeLoved #GA

A LITTLE SOMTHIN’, ICE TROUBLE

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 12, 2019

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Out in the back yard, down by the holler near the creek bed’s dry groove, pebbles never move

Rocks from the volcanic eruptions’ lava flows from the mountains, smashed to a sandy beach

Nothing but future shocks in store for you, on the phone or TV or surreal life movie groove

Think about it when you’re hungry for something to eat and you’ve got nothing but the fish.

So, you follow the leader and swoop down for the food and sex to make an egg a girl or boy

Who can’t survive without the handouts from the strong and mighty, One’s happy, silly frown

Genome of DNA evolved that can’t support it’s habit to consume gas’ matter, already blown

What in the world does the creator of heaven and earth, the Cosmos itself cares for the Void.

Come into my world, you’ll leave happy that you’ve got the life you’ve been granted, bar none

I fly around in circles lookin’ for what I pray will be my prey for my wife and eaglets’ hunger

For the Truth is only important if you’re not thirsty for the gas, the water, the ice, divine fun

Playin’ with the souls in the things themselves, pretending to be immortally lost, star gazer.

Yes or no and that’s all we want to hear to the question about is there life after evil death?

Pork and beans, to eat or not to eat the miracle fruit to transform the matter into the gas

Ignition of the fumes and implosion into a singularity’s black hole, without LSD or Meth

Eyes get closed on or off of the needle in your arm or leg, here I am talkin’ out mine-ass.

On that path after the last heartbeat, the Tibetan Book of The Dead recollection brings It

A state of being a looker, a watcher of the things that are left alive without you, fade of chit

Into the zone where light cannot reach, no photosynthetic asylums for living cells of Vice

As ugly people mate and reproduce their inferior DNA-kind and enculturate, God’s for ICE.

r j j stephan, i #AllHippiesHaveDiedOfOldAge2019 #ProtectUS

c. Mardi, March 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bob Marley #RastamanIonVibration & HITS on youTube #OutOnALimb link @ https://youtu.be/gODh1nsHlPg?list=RDgODh1nsHlPg }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

Monday, March 11, 2019

#SNAKESNSNEAKS #GetTheDirtyLowDownYall

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SNAKES’ AND SNEAKS’ INK

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 11, 2019

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Get down to the brass tacks my friends and stare deep into the black hole’s dire essence

It is as it’s always been and always will be, don’t take my word for it, sit on a picket fence

Between reality and the eternity faced by what existed before the sun exploded, not God

Caught in the gravitational collapse of the solar systems in the galaxy, Eros is my blood.

In the middle of the stream’s current, life’s blood, gas in liquid forms flow into my mouths

At the sea’s edge, the foam bubbles rise for the last time on their trip up to the stratosphere

In the perpetual, possibly eternal motion of the solar system, as if it’s electrons and neutrinos

For the worst among us, myself included, the miscreants and errors in DNA acid’s cheerios.

Punks rose and stomped the snakes and eliminated the sneaks, silence turned into pure gold

Rush to the hills before it turns back to the lead of pencils and erotic sponge-bob gods of old

You know that nothing matters anymore when you find out you’re gonna die and that is all

Ends of the memories of good, bad and ugly things that were causes of the effects, so I’m told.

There are perks which come with this wisdom and knowledge that faith in your leaders, kills

Not just figuratively but literally, stray bullets or assassinations, intentional. accidental bills

Everything is loaded into the canon to be fired at will, will of at One’s fatal gunpowder blows

In a New York minute, your sixty seconds are gone before you knew you the falls, river flows.

Historical records written by clerks is the truth of the past? Come on, we can do much better

Look into a crystal ball to scree the Future’s Past, overlook the fleeting Present’s pain in vain

The First Cause of everyone’s being, Entrance into the chain, but you can just forget about it

Pull in the favors sneaks and snakes, y’all gang of fools and specter of devils, gamble on teat.

Really, it’s the tribe, the leaders to the followers who metastasize into the cell of the Earthball

Completely stoned beyond anyone’s wildest imagination, the genius pines with the sirens

Screaming bloody murder to the high hills, echoing in merging harmony of an infinite fall

Down from the dimension higher than the Sun and Earth, do you hear me? Not of this ball.

Millions of years not a hundred or a thousand have spun this Earth’s condition, our legacy

What we see written on the walls of caves and on the papyrus of the trees that aid or breath

Oxygen and carbon dioxide in teardrops of my eyes, falling down for the love of heaven’s sake

On this side, ride on other side, Doppler effects appear to be only One effect, a sneaky snake!

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday March 11, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BlueOnBlack & HITS by Kenny Wayne Shepherd & CARLOS SANTANA & @CreedenceClearwaterRevival & OTHERS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, March 10, 2019

#PushinTheSeed #NoExtinctionOfThisSpecies

PUSHIN’ SEED IN, FILLIN’ HOLES

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 10, 2019

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Just gave me a lickin’ and I cursed the blood that flows in your veins to your tiny love heart

From that day forward, I knew I would run away and never, ever come back to a holy start

Blue on black and black on blue, the bruises come from the pushes and shoves, pre-mortem

Naturally, the same thing has happened ad infinitum, for the reasons hidden by dream REM.

Pouring the liquid out of a pitcher into a glass that’s both half full and empty, simultaneously

One little stone on the rock pile of broken, earth crust, star dust of the cosmic menudo mass

Impossible that this is an accident that the dreaming consciousness of the yoke, posits gravity

Or Ra or humuhumunukunukuapua’a , the orbit on the ecliptic is affected by Matter’s body.

In extreme orbit around our star we call the Sun, our matter is spinnin’ to death’s deep space

Ad infinitum for the sake of nobody special, we’re leftover astrophysical collapse of God’s face

No reason to be or not to be, there never was a question before the #Word was made flesh

It dwelt among the land animals, it swam with the sea animals, it soared with flying animals.

Enlightenment of your sister and mother became yesterday’s trouble, they got shook awake

Psychic and in the flesh and bone, storage of the guilt of disobedience to the supremacy flake

Called it the gods, The God (by a thousand sounds of the Word) and just the idea of a Void

From DNA codes appearing out of nowhere in a microsecond, quark microscopics all collide.

Perplexing distinction between the nature of the human which I am and the prenatal zygote

Where I was before my mother and father mated to conceive me was nowhere, all she wrote

Between the emptiness of space and a random movement of atoms through Time and Space

I do what I like and like what I do, I’ll take the risk, a Death punch in the nose to fix my face.