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U/V BLUE, OLD DAYS, ONE & DONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 5, 2019

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Just an empty vessel of solid gases from the atmosphere’s exosphere on the perihelion of God

What in the world is out of this world? God is. It is the way of the warrior, weaponized mind

Knowledge and Wisdom of the Good and Evil of the wobbling orbit, the revolution’s scat-free

All that’s left after the light’s gas is used and abused without regard for sharing or humanity.

On the beach waitin’ for the surf to rise above the sandy turf of tuna, skin of the star games

No bench under my arse waitin’ to go into the game, ready to elicit defense of idiotic dames

Looking into and around it, above and below it, fell the distance between atomic infinite suns

Blowing and glowing, it’s all they do, it’s the function of the atomic genome of misery’s funds.

Days blown, nighttime is all that can shown to the players of The End games of the Voidish

What appears to be nothing at all, a vacuum without a trace of the past or the future, a Dish

With or without you and me, it’s here, it’s there and everywhere else in the Cosmic menses

For to be or not to be is NOT THE QUEST of the man’s skin and bones, one cell to corpses.

Compound the delivery of the Word with the Meaning and Intent of the Thought, persuasion

That I’m right and you’re either Left or Wrong but in any case, Not Right and that is all of It

Become one with the idea, the thought of the path to return to the memory of life’s BBQ pit

It’s the food we eat, it’s all dead and it allows our life to extend beyond the thirst’s starvation.

You died, you gave it all, at birth or in a battle or at the end of the line’s accidental ceremony

To honor the pointless life of a man or a woman and invent a meaning without the substance

It is what it is to be alive, to be a human, to be a homo sapiens, to be this guy in this company

The master of light, the arbiter of the orbit’s byte off of the solar system’s jazzy blues’ dance.

Just light ‘em up if you got ‘em and that is all she wrote, we fired up those fags on a match

Smoked ten packs in the carton in a week, first call to nicotine addiction, pitched to catch

In between innings in back of the dugout, we huffed and puffed before singles and homers

At bat to hit the ball out of the park, fast or curved balls got the wood goin’ over to Hooters.

Blessed souls and sentenced bodies and bones to the prison’s prism, miracles all shook up

I got chills from the ice around my head and feet, happy to be alive but I forgot my #SECup

Fast ball right down the pipe, eighty MPH screw ball in the unprotected groin for the money

Dreaming big, woke up in a dream, in shackles, nested in a sticky heart, my A-B-C’s honey!

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r j j stephan, i

c. #CincoDeMayo 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #AlbertKingBlues #DoesElvis HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/am0HO6Ijfyw }

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OUT OF SIGHT, HEART’S UPTIGHT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 4, 2019

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When your lover leaves you for an hour or a month, only one thing worse, being living the D

Body needs to be pleasing to the sensation, the form, the shape of the genie in the bottle cap

Perform an act three times before a finale comes like you are in the chlorophyll, you’re a sap

Babies in bathwater thrown into the rivers of Green and Ganges, flown into the deep blue sea.

Marginal yet sufficient price to pay for the rights, the privileges, to be wrinkle and Zoloft free

Still I am gonna rub the lamp, the bottle or the skin and bone of The Beautiful’s form of glory

Lickin’ lips because all of the liquid phlegm has receded into a Void’s xylem and phloem holes

We are the Human, food at work, in school or retired from a dirty Earth, a secure social club.

Food? No we’re not, nobody is a cannibal left on Earth, but they used to eat us, alien martian

Left the moon up in heaven to remind us that we were not alone, but now we are, all alone

In a locked barn door or behind the shield of misconception, impression to abort mighty sin

Speed of Light faster than Love wants to be, slow it down to embed the feet in the trap, son.

No, you say, yes maybe so, maybe not, it all depends on the Time and Space of what this is

A dream? Of yours, mine or an unknown xy chromosome from the matrix bones all abuzz

Loving it and hating to be without it, the air I breath, the O2 mix, just right to appear, loves

All of the hearts that beat from the conception to the end, fakin’ all of the PC right moves!

At some point, impressions formed in the light even to the blinded ones, all present on day 1

For no reason other than two genomes licked lips, became One from Two, raw without a bun

Price to pay for the next twenty years, repeat it twice, thrice or half dozen more times, spaced

Good, bad or ugly, black aces and eights runnin’ the dozens on the jive-as of a human erased.

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r j j stephan, i { *header is #DeadMansHand #Tat #ComeOnInYum - #GenieInABottle ? }

c. May 4th, 2019 A.D. #MayTheFourthBeWitchChew #GottaRubItTheRightWayEh

{ drafted while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera ‘yum’ on Genie in a Bottle ... <3 span=""> sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }

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