#FakeBlues #NoNewsIsGoodNews #Josephine @UncleKracker

#FAKEbLUES & YO’ MAMA *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 20, 2019

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She came literally out of nowhere, dysfunctional mutation, handful of virgin DNA acid

At a moment before Time began, Earth was not in orbit, a thought of a being not, horrid

Be that as it may, woe betide you who disregard the lights flashin’ on the mean, past tense

Nothing vulgar just symbolically without matter or energy, a sign without being, Prince.

Roll the bones, play the cards close to your vest, bet, bluff and call the raise, it is #Winning

That is all that counts, losing is for losers and not for the winners in this or a hell’s Sing Sing

On Earth, on the moon, any other planet in this solo solar system, everything’s art, holy black

No color or brightness here and now, only dark, Nothing lives or dies, Soul’s Nothing, Jack!

In it to win it or born a loser who is destined for the six feet under ritual, or natural rotting

Memory left on paper or granite walls to analyze and criticize for the lack of future shocking

Come into blinding light and look in the mirror, reflect on a memory of what will disappear

In a NYC minute, an iota of Time’s Space, on the ground, on the air, I’m morbidly blind Fear.

So, I am since I have no choice to be or not to be, I seek Truth within an abandoned beehive

In English or any other human linguistic application, signs of hands, arthritic and not alive

Trying to convey ignorance and blind faith’s loathing fear of the ENDS, to suffocate the bird

Never did and never will exist in or out of Time and Space, no Thor, no Zeus, no Ala or Word.

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r j j stephan, i { *Header of poem is #FWAAT ‘I’ looked like prior to my idea/conception! }

c. March 20, 2019 A.D. Weds @ 10:10 AM PST {dedicated to gramma, sister & cousin Josie}

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #UncleKracker #Josephine *happy hour on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oLHx-SDPHYs?list=PLgcK8nVazACaxxa4tER4Ee6pOny4H0-x5 }

FINIS +

#DrySkin #WetSkin #MySkin #StaySkinny #NoButtsBoutIt #runawayJane

THAT IS ALL THERE IS Y’ALL *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, March 18, 2019

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Make the world? Not even close for the denizens of Earth, you are a speck and I am even less

Now you’re scaring me! I have a relatively large ego and I am more than a speck, I’m a soul

In a black hole maybe nevertheless, just a deep, empty void of nothingness, before the Words

At One moment of Nature’s First Cause, Oneness splitting as an atom’s split into two worlds.

Under a microscope, invisible to human eyes, things are alive and moving to and fro in doom

Off of the books in your mother’s womb you go, from nowhere to here and now, badaboom

If and only if you know what happens after the living things die, you’ll know fate’s holy Life

All lives matter for certain, it’s a balance of the good and the evil of the beautiful, loving wife.

If you write a book that nobody reads, was that really a necessary reason for living? Just die!

There’ll be nothing but a rock above ground above a metal or cardboard box, nobody too high

Conditions are ripe for the fruit on the vine to be picked and sucked dry of it’s mineral hiccup

Up and away from the ground of being, the chatter ceases, the blame, the obligations fade up.

Pretend you are on your last ten breaths of life for a moment, you can return to home insane

Jumping into a deep end is better for your head, no pressure sub-surface, deal top of the deck

As above the #ThinBlueLine, so below the #PlanetCore, academics prowl for purpose in vain

Utterly One, being this thing itself completes this imaginary, logical, circular insanity of pain.

Back down to conscious, consciences inside the things themselves, imagine you in a vacuum

In the jungle where bugs and cats want to eat you raw, without the fire, survivors in the ice

Frozen brain in a survival mode without a cerebral cortex, not a naked ape girl or boy person

Halfway house crows sqwaukin’, shoppin’ cart thieves, rollin’ & rottin’ in a Man’s fake prison.

Be born for a reason or none at all, die for a reason or none at all, this makes sense to whom?

If there was no reason to be conceived, there’s no reason to live since inevitable death says it

We’re #Scroomed and that is screwed and doomed together and #AtOne without fake doom

It’s the real one, souls go there, nothing moves, nothing twists, emptiness’ tryst loves #Chit.

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r j j stephan, i { * THE last flash you’ll see B4 your own lights go out! Enjoy! Bon appetite! }

c. 3-18-2019 A.D. Lundi @ 7:47 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Nickelback #IfTodayWasYourLastDay & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lrXIQQ8PeRs?list=PLKE4WpGi4wJoTONZB19Iu6a-F3klNJ8yL }

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#CanYouBuyYourOwnDrinkMyDaughter? #MamaRockMe

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