#SunRefusedToShineToday #SeeItNow #SacredCumLaude

A SURFIN’ PILL, A PONY & WAHINI *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 13, 2019

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It’s finally a done deal, the statue of limitations has passed and it’s safe to shout it to herds

I’m so proud of the facts of life I’ve been privileged to discover before my last day over here

In a very delicate space, everywhere I step, everywhere I roll, anything can happen, my dear

Not being condescending with that said, it’s a terminology acceptable only with last words.

Lazy in New York City and busy in Los Angeles, runnin’ from Chicago to the sanctuary loop

Where all of the huddles masses go back and forth from the lake shore to the suburbia, poop

Not because anybody is evil or bad, it’s just that the Good has shared the wealth with the Ugly

Children of rice and corn, amused, holy farmers and city slickers, we all, hella giggity giggity.

Colloquial speculation of a time after death and before birth, is a chimera of a neighborhood

We call it God as in God is good, the Earth, the Moon, the Sun and all stars in my holy blood

Look outside of the box you’ve found reading the words that point to the essence of a slave

It is indeed, the treasure inside of the empty chest of inherited heirloom writing in a cave.

If you knew what you really don’t want to know, it would kill your verve and will to be happy

Not because of any other reason than there is nothing but a dream happening to us, baby!

Being happy is an option for the lucky, fortune brings the genetic combination to the fruit

Falls from music notes on a tree of ancestors in Ill, Tenn and Cali or Rome, “Now, git, git!”

I dig that dear john note without another, in a heart’s song the holy soul vanishes without it

In a ghost’s spirit of being something and nothing at the same time, in space and outer space

Never, never would you want to wish one of your three wishes away with a magic wand’s fit

Waving wands without occult spells works in backfire reverse, Will to Power in a pretty face.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 13, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

*Header is a wahini cum-min’ to the top of a warm wave comin’ out of the #CosmicSoup }

{ drafted while listenin’ to Chris Cornell #BlackHoleSun #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2xvnBaxH78k }

#FINIS

#BuyYourOwnDrink #WalkYourselfToTheFrontDoor

COWGIRLS’ ROCKS & A COWBOY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 12, 2019

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Above and below the four corners of hell, it’s sundown bled to Earth, a firin’ pin’s pistol pow

Full metal jackets and grenades to meld on bunkers, nowhere to hide, all I know, man it’s fun

What I don’t know will hurt somebody but it won’t be me, I am prepared like the boy scouts

Imagine my dear kin, allowing yourself to be enslaved or beaten and eaten by heathen louts.

Whiskey in my magazine and bullets in my bottle, I’m a sharpshooter marksman, I’m drunk

For no reason, I got snatched from my mama before I was ready to go, no shrimps can dunk

A tankful of alcohol and medicinal herbs grown from the mother of us all, consumed by me

Laughing more than a happy man should but that’s what I do, my writing on the wall’s free.

Rocks and stones thrown from the top of the mountains to the depths of tunnels I do wander

Holy living things live, life’s a liquid, quid pro quo, a fait complet self loathing fear of thunder

Mirror image of no form or matter, living form absentee in utero and afterbirth, unto the fist

Singin’ and playin’ with the Word, lovin’ in the flesh and blood, makin’ love to the wickedest.

Rain and Fire mixing up the genome’s acid, I poke fun at the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost

I’ll be forgiven in confession by a priestly man inside a pretend, outer conscience way up high

My sins, original and mortal were trivial compared to a Big Bang and only son’s soul, the host

Yet, it is what I’ve got since the cold case in the city of Bad Smells, dead fish & rolls of the die.

At the edge of the black hole’s event horizon, infinity took a quantum leap and I just morphed

From an old man with white hair to a young man with a bald head and torso all uber-dwarfed

It appeared that I’d become ONE part of an armed band of gypsies, WORD armed, dangerous

Psychoanalyze a cowboy’s dreams and look deeply, rice patties, desserts, jungles, aw shucks!

You can never go wrong if you always know the truth about everything, you would be alright

Innocent infant to imbecile or holy child who morphs into hu-man, woman or man of light

Alabama to Alaska, California to Maine around to Hawaii, the land of the free knows it clear

Straight up ahead, to the left and to the right, to the rear and up/down, Last Call for BEER!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER’s in honor of my brothers & sisters #WhoGaveItAll eyes down. }

c. April 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while sane and listenin’ to the Grateful Dead #Truckin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R0U-5u1Ubvs }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StackedToTheCeiling #SmokedForSurvival #TimeToKill

TIME’S EVERYTHING, KILL SOME *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 11, 2019

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Poison ivy or venom of the snake gets underneath your organic skin, attacks the attache too

Everything one celled to a qualified supercilious scene in heaven, evil dead afraid to yell boo

The First Cause of effects which are inconsistent with reason, deductions and logic & hip hair

From the Categorical Imperative to the Forms and the Substance of things, hip to be square.

Toes up on the slab, it’s your body but it’s not you? How does that work anyway? You guess

Every one of the twenty four hours and change, every day and night, like a hotshot of whiskey

It burns for a second and in just a moment after it scalds your throat halfway down or less

Shot straight out of the disorder and chaos of my empty whiskey bottles, glass from A-bombs.

I can still laugh while I’m cryin’ for the return of the past History of you and me, stay longer

Even a little bit longer than when you’ve gotta go, stay with me forever, almighty then, Beer!

Out of the kegs or ponies, the spigot drips the nectar of the hops, seeded to get fire to smokey

To be blinded by the light comin’ out of nowhere, mother Earth’s ape empty time, #sillywilly.

Locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, smoked the sweet leaves’ pebbles of rock-stone

Closed eyes, closed hearts, closed caskets and urns, spread the muck and mire to the minions

Where and when, here, now, no better time like One’s present, another day for wings and fins

Consciousness afoot, a psycho-physical trip, evolved apes can’t dream, y’all are on your own.

I am not one of the evolved minds shrunk into the empty skulls of the Jolly Rogers & Renees

Plums picked at the exact right Time in the perfect place, they rot away in juiced, holy scenes

Winter to Summer and back, ad infinitum whether you’ve a stone blind skeptic’s 6’4” bones

Or burnin’ superman dust, black and blue, feelin’ the scalding annihilation of homey’s stones.

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r j j stephan, i { HEADER image is the One inside of some of the Many, buzz buzz! #Buzz }

c. Thursday, April 11, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted facing Southward from the horn of the Elk, in the tomato field of Don Julio & listenin’ to some Eric Church #RoundHereBuzz & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0_CksCHnooM }

*It’ll be 4:11 at some time but today, 4-11 today at 4:11 PM

W.W.A.R.D.?