#FerociousPrevarication #MeanLies #NoMercy #NeverEverForget

SHADOWS IN MY HOLY DARKNESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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It could never be worse than it is when I find nothing at the bottom of Earth’s rabbit hole city

Nothing to see or hear or feel down here, no water or radioactive light’s invisible superfluity

Pertaining to the health of the body and the soul and whatever else you call it, God in a dam.

Perfectly grim and in the pedantic mode of being holier than thou, it’s true, I am what I am.

Not holier than you but perfectly grim I am and that seems to make me holier, sublime stuff

I am on my own in the darkness and although I sing and cry out loud, it’s silence is quite def

In a million years or in just a few centuries, the world’s living, being plans and animal sins

Will all be dead, probably the species will be extinct for the rookie seasons’ mass extinctions.

End of days, world remains in revolutionary mode, church, mosque, synagogue weekends

Never mine or yours, all of this here in front of your eyes and under your feet are loose ends

What you and I may get fortunate enough to do, filing our last wills and testaments to Life

Giving our possessions away, today because these dreams were never ours in the first place.

Off the road and into a marsh area where the evil lives fear to go because they’ll dye it there

Evil fears death just like the Good and the Beautiful, there is a reason for that, no biggy scare

Nothing left after the last breath, no scars or debts to repay without the bodiless, low prices

What that was when you called it the soul, was the activity of the body, a neurosis psychosis.

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r j j stephan, i #BLACKoperationsCorporation #CharcoalOps

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 8:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club Diane Birch & Daryl Hall jammin’ with the house band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XORRk8rGes }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SmackUp #ItIsNotWhatItIs #SuperNovaAbortion

SHARK, SNAKE & A COVERED NOSE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 15, 2019

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Way out of the limelight and spotlight deep in the dark alley, it’s a pitch blackness hum

Difficult to comprehend the here and now, whatever it may be, yet, the band played on

Nothing to recollect in a dream come true, when it’s over, it’s over, POTUS to the bum

Fool me once, shame on you and if you fool me twice, load of shame on me, myself & I.

Conquered the fear of Fear itself only for the survival amongst the all too human-germ pods

Americans, Chinese, Sunni, Shiite , Muslim, Christian, atheistic fortune of the extinct hoods

Walkin’ on the water and the air, cosmic menudo of what’s on the table in front of my eyes

Weakness coming a moment prior to personal extinction, shield of the invisible One’s skies.

Insulting and injuring the Good, the Bad and especially the Beautiful, my nature, I am a beast

What it’s always been since before the enculturation, the potty-trained higher education feast

Mysterious revolutionary orbit, incorporated conglomeration of frozen, hot atoms of the Fifes

Peaceful ending to the story of the idiots and morons who cause and effect historical psyches.

Fortitude required to survive what phenomena are presented, at random, anyplace that I sing

Being prepared for unexpected and expected effects of excited matter from a First Cause’s ice

Banned my abortion, therefore I am, the Earth has conceived my essence, my nature’s being

Imaginary Earth ‘fore humanity’s sharks and snakes waygone out of sight, goddess damned!

Pagans, Christians and the rest of the minions who may not be offended by the faked honesty

Found a reason for Justice here and now, before the day I was gonna die, all alone on my own

It’s been a pleasure to be there when you’re eyes were opened wide for the justice pity-party

Dream in a dream ad infinitum, nightmare or day-mare, snakeskin, sharkskin bonified bone.

Utter chaos at both the Origin and at the final atomic fission or fusion, at the whim of Space

The #WhereWithAll to generate supernovae of a Third Kind and Cause a Black Hole’s face

No escape for the philosophers and economists, neither for politicians nor the minion herd

For your eyes only since you were drawn to this Space and Time, to First Cause a Last Word.

Now, here’s the ticket, it’s a joke, you will die, you cannot deny that Truth, that’s all I can see

Other than that fact, the rest is a matter of super blind faith in a superman’s screamin’ shout

Empty space outside of this atmosphere brought back the facts from astronautics, oh infinity

Songs sung of lives lived, Time in Space addiction to Air, a Goddess’s injustice so #GTF out!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 15, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BiggestBlackHolesAndCosmicMonsters on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPyTMw--rvY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyGirls #GoneWithoutAWhimper #PutMeOutOnTheStreetsWithNoShoesOnMyFeet #LoveMyBrownEyedGirl #SnappinYourJeans

HE, SHE, IT, STASH MOTHER’S ILK!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 14, 2019

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Keep ‘em up at ten and two, hands on the wheel and pedal to the metal, dream is side slippin’

Deep into empty pockets where nothing returns, in fact everything turns into nothing, my kin

Sorry to be the carrier stool pigeon for the epic peon-pawn charade, your life, our life blood

Like the magic you feel as you laugh at the comedy and tragedy you understand due to a god.

Shooting balls in hoops, scoring, touching down over the goal, sliding into home, I’m all in

Nevertheless, nobody wants to play the games with me because they hate to lose, I will to win

Since I could think about it, I’ve been knee deep in the struggle for survival, I’m out the shed

In my mind maybe until I was about 50, on the way to the 70’s I defend quickly, light sped.

There is no luck of the draw when the deck is stacked and you have blinded faith in justice

Life and death without the rules given and followed by the minions, unfair yet top shelf ice

Struggle to survive here and now, on this plane of existence when others want your life slice

Just because of their early childhood, they’ve been introduced to the blues by Adam’s slice.

Here is the saga, don’t give me that look either, the one that you give when you think you cool

And that I am not so much, yet we get along like shots of whiskey shootin’ straight one to four

Happy hour and on the way out the door, to the taxi, to the hangover door, home again fools

No choices here, we couldn’t keep my hands at ten and two, hungover, tree’s in my dead face.

Nothing more than the end of the nights and days that weren’t here before you got conceived

On spirits or hallucinogenic weed and fungi and cacti and Earthling sap, a menudo cocktail

One for me and one for you, wait a few moments and the sights and sounds of Earth mutate

Into the hell-bells that come now and then when life gets old enough to shrink and dissipate.

Who you are, what we all are, what this is all about, in love or not, there’s a good or sad story

About whether or not you get what you want when you want it, desire-will, it’s all about me

I’m the One that’ll die when it is time to take my last breath, therefore I live below, as above

I will be precisely where I personally was, rackin’ up the bones on the night-shift puppy-love.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 14, 2019 A.D. @ 6:44 PM PST

{ jam to Brothers Osborne #PushinUpDaisies & HITS @ https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 & Eric Church #SmokeALittleSmoke link @ https://youtu.be/HOFzyA65O7Y & @ChrisStapleton #Millionaire @ https://youtu.be/CaqzeE41XcA }

W.W.A.R.D.?