P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

#ValuableScribble #OneTwoTree #123

LIPS OPEN THE DOORS, RICHARD *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 13, 2019

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Closed minded people, integrated from head to toe, lipstick on a beautiful woman, rosebuds

Why the attraction to the lips? Observe the monkeys, the apes for the clues to erotic services

Naked apes are slightly different without all the hair, remnants left atop or hidden in crevices

Who you think you are, who you think you’re related to from the Past, of human remains is...

It’s not God my religious com-padres and com-madras who have the problem within, it’s y’all

Y’all are good and evil, it’s not your fault that y’all are conceived in or out of sin and created 1

From two we merge into one and don’t have any problem with that until the next rollin’ ball

You catch it, hit and kick it, you throw it, you headbutt it and we bury your bones, oh my son!

It’s bigger than bathing in bleach to get rid of the contents inside the 208 bones’ immersion

In a funeral pyre the dust left over is exactly the point of origin, from it we come, my only son

Daughters educated us, sisters prompted us and brought out the protector in the X-genome

Why it’s the Y-genome that causes the Earth Mother to animate the wobbling, ecliptic drone.

I pretended that you are important, more important than I but deep down I knew, I’m sacred

Without me, I don’t see or hear anything here and now or evermore, I’m the thing Itself’s Id

Drummed into my conscious mind, fighting for the right to live free of the overlords who kill

They’ve a view of the points of light in the black Void between me and a scam, you’re a shill!

All of the doors have been slammed shut, there are no locks, no keyholes, no handles to find

I had a professor or two in college who attempted to assault my 27 year old mind, they failed

Marx and Lenin studied The Word made flesh to dwell among us, queer nature of mankind

Light of ultraviolets and infrareds become all too human nature, hopeless idiots God’s killed.

r j j stephan, i * header of poem is the head/lips of a fav femme fatale of mine, Stevie Nicks

c. March 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ drafted like a caveman up before dawn, listenin’ to #PokeSaladAnnie #TonyJoeWhite on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }