#ImaginaryLovers #HereAndNow #FrontAndCenter #ANYTIME #NeverDisagree #SatisfactionGauranteed

YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, PAL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 22, 2019

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Sixth encounter of the Third Kind comes and goes before anybody knows it, earthbound feet

Forgot where you came from before your conception of DNA’s reception connection, so sweet

It moves on the ground and it’s hungry to eat you, we are the food of the paranormal phenom

Punks and gods morph into the living logs on the beach’s sand, solar cinders of mortal scum.

I need a drink to wet the dryness of the full moon’s reflection of the sun, imagery I adore, score

I always win the games I play, it’s the whole point of playing, nobody wants to be a loser door

An open door for the winner to open and take all of whatever is in the pot, money, food, girls

To be or not to be, boys and girls forever, until holy ground meets Peter Pan’s spinnin’ whirls.

Here and now is the presence I’m in, the one you are entering now with eyes widely skewed

Ears and mind in a state of readiness to receive the complimentary gifts of divinity’s brood

Freedom to choose the Good, the Bad and the Ugly for reasons unknown to immortally Man

A soul within invisible bones, invisible nuclear acid, come from the cosmic soup’s tomato can.

On the loudest decibels conceived by mankind, in an empty chamber devoid of air and light

A heartbeat begins out of nowhere, just conceived from a thought of ecstatic friction insight

Epic thrust of a scream into the universe and ouila, a spirit-soul out of nowhere, too human

Chains on the ankles released if and only if the recollection of why God is God, Man is Man.

But you won’t know like I will know the meaning of the will to power, animated Book Runes

Rocks roll into a ball of liquid hydrogen and blow out in 360 degrees of output of the iTunes

Come see if I’m right or wrong, eyes wide open too for a minute, Chitown and Big Apple kicks

L.A. clear as a bell, it’ll toll for you and I, as sure as Earth wobbles, as sure as a shot of 30:06.

In a dark corridor without light, you move any direction into an imperative’s waste category

Groomed with vigor in the religion of peace and war, fear of divine retribution for devil’s evil

Spelled forward and backward it’s either LIVE OR EVIL but it will be known, good, bad, ugly

All things are nothing but appearance, cells of acid, Man is God’s cotton-pickin’ boll weevil!

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Rico Richard Joseph Stephan

c. March 22, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #SoundOfSilence @SimonAndGarfunkle on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NAEppFUWLfc & SOME @AtlantaRhythmSection #ChampagneJam link below! }

FINIS

#ROCKundROLL #ZEITGEIST #BonJour!

GET READY, #ZEITGEIST, IT’LL BE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 21, 2019

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Tryin’ not to keep eating food because we’re runnin’ out of the dead stuff and all grain blown

Human beings come from an evolution of Nothing, just a dream in a Godhead, you’re known

Stick it in a multidimensional jungle, grubs on rotten logs, eat ‘em until you turn to maggots

Eliminate the culture and civilization from your intense hope for immortality of soul debts.

Hit the balls in the holes, thrown and caught balls, passed and shot balls, nitwit, Eros cut

You can believe anything but you’ll never know if it’s the Truth or not until you fall caput

Down the hatch of paradise here on Earth, shopping malls in the cities of roses and cess

In a pool or in the deep, blue sea, it all winds up there in space, sins the human’ll confess.

Disobeying rules and laws of nature and the divine origin of our circus, Being is here and now

Living and let living, able to defend the ones who want your stuff and your life if you’re a cow

Refuse to let your mind wander to the hunger you feel for the cheeseburger in paradise’s shoe

Morality and the rules of the road be damned, heathens wanted to lower the nation’s low IQ.

Free will to stay alive if and only if you work for the living, or beg at the freeway exits’ signs

Think about your hunger, your friends and families hunger, the inhumane hunger for fines

Pay the tides to your communist community, you keep the dying from becoming holy drills

Of you and me and every other living thing, it’s not our fault, it’s just a fact, #Cosmos kills.

On an unconscious burn of imploded explosion, you won’t see it comin’, me, I’m already gone

Punks and fabulous moments spent inside of their heads, where the holy keep a big cellphone

Boxing and wrestling with the hopeless people left on the riverbeds, backstreets, ghostwritten

Homeless are the USA military vets and children of welfare aid, bacterial farm for mortal sin.

Bring it on down to the foundation, recollect the day before you were conceived by sex rocks

Now, you remember, there you go, yes, absolutely empty nothing there, no concept to analyze

Language to help the chaos from becoming your daily bread, ten commandments, be the byte

Do to other living things like you’d want them to do to you, Void is terror, feel Omega fright.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a caricature of the #MightyMouth of #Stones - M.J.

c. Le jeudi 21 mars 2019 Anno Domini à 09h11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted while listenin’ to 50s & 60s R&R collection on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/POEhK88qwM0 & The Rolling Stones latest jamz @ https://youtu.be/9WqQyMsonQ0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

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