P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, May 12, 2019

#ViceIsNice #NiceGirlsDontDoItInTheRoad

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

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What’ll be won’t have any bearing on the fact this dream within, is intel of old scarred heads

No fear, born in 2nd city’s alleys, attitude caught from holy bull’s shat, rice patty sewer dogs

No kind of talent other than to know the Truth about why existence is what it is, all he dreads

We get blind faith #FakeNews truth about what tattletales want to blab to the angels’ blogs.

Choices to be or not to be for all, from premature babies in the laps of the mothers of us all

From the place in Limbo on to the fire of the purge, everything goes up/down the drain to fall

Down to the bottom of the furthest depth next to the fired up core, a nanosecond, on a dime

A fight to the finish and then anointing the forehead in front of the brain with a lobe on time

Fighting for the survival of your very being, consciousness, mind in a brain’s split personality

Schizophrenic dyslexia and a healthy dose of fractal fret-shredding is what I dig about it, P

I know that it’s been said somewhere, both of us know, on a wall, in a book, from God’s ears

Lips flapping with the emptiness of the gums, nails broken in the hand bones of all our peers.

Music tapping inside my ears, causing my feet to tap the Origin, getting a soul to loathe a sin

On the castrated axes, it’s written that ma and pa warned us about it, triggered all naked apes

Need some Southern comfort to express the joy I have for the facts of life, she destroyed tapes

Blue data about you? From Maine to Carolina, wanna go be on a wave, hangin’ ‘10’ surfin’.

Hated the love and loved the hate, just like lover do, playin’ the hard-ass soft, #FakeNew pest

Wherever sound emits from tubes of air or plucking ten gauge wire from a fake cardiac arrest

Simple mind for me, just a simple guy, turned around from fearing and loathing master bone

Where 32 teeth and blackened eyes remain embedded in jaws, etched deeply in a cross stone.

r j j stephan, i

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

c. May 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ WROTE while deep in the 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan 1985 @Montreux concert from the #completeEpicRecordingscollection (LIVE) link @ https://youtu.be/mMTblDDqJUA }

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FINIS

Saturday, May 11, 2019

#IHaveAQuestion #YouHaveNoAnswer #None #Nugatory #VOID

AGITATED, A B-767 BLEW IT BLUE*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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Mama, oh mama, I remember cryin’ for the milk, the touch of your sweet olive skin’s bones

I know that the guy I grew up to be, whatever that description provided may give you solace

I welcome, as high as you flew, way up there where none of the living down here can go for it

But you know what, you didn’t want to go there and you had to anyways, did you meet God?

Of course you did, no pasta but at least the peace and release from the two-by-two expresso

On your wrists and ankles from the #Depression to the #Invasion and #SpaceAgitation flow

Completely under witch’s and warlock’s spells of the occult wisdom, pass the wizard of Ozing

My dear, stop, look, and listen for absolutely nothing, zero, an absolute soul survival thing.

Beautiful and handsome, abhorant and revolting, all of it is right here and now, mud of fear

What you’re afraid of is the lonlieness of being all alone in the middle of nowhere without me

No light at the end of a tunnel you’re in, it’s not your fault it’s just the luck of the draw’s burn

Carefully written in the proper sequence of word, phrases, paragraphs, I think it’s my turn.

I’ve got some news for you, I can sing, I can write, I can work, I can play, can’t be the #1 King

They’re the skin and bones in the menudo, monitoring recipes of fake-Holy nights and days

In my castle’s black tower, I can see in the dark with torch fire, stairwells to heaven, oh I sing

Up and away, it’s as it always was above and below, a notion of my dad, a God, Sonny’s rays.

Rockin’ my baby, rock-a-by in Rocklin, where I made bricks to build the little baby’s business

What it’s all about, staying hungry isn’t the intention of mama and papa, but on your knees

Is where you get to sooner or later, up to the #Northpole or down in #Capetown, dead & gone

Fearing death has no effect on this here, you gotta go when it’s that Time, givin’ the dog bone.

r j j stephan, i *Header is our beautiful mother as most of DEAD have never seen! It’s alive!

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

{ drafted while “AGITATED” & listenin’ (watchin’ a video) of the 715 planets of #NewWorlds discovered by #NASA link @ https://youtu.be/YmcEgOZAxhI }

w.w.a.r.d.?

#Triggered #InfiniteExtinction #WellKissJustAsBefore

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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla

Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma

Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup

Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.

Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me

Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free

Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab

God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.

Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate

Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate

Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions

Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.

Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling

A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears

Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing

If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.

We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward

In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird

From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind

Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.

Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze

It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God

It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood

Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.

r j j stephan, i

* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!

c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }