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SOUNDS LIKE IT’S ALL OVER TO ME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 22, 2019

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I will never know more than I know right now because all I know is, we’re the tarnished scum

There and then it happens every night and every day I tread the planet’s encrusted aquarium

Full of the food that eats itself to stay alive, becomes the things and forms that die, fake love

All the dead ever wanted to do was to live and just avoid the pain and suffering of a struggle.

This hysterical historical record of the Past of humanity is ridiculous, trust nobody’s record

If you were not there you do not know, even if you were there you may be deceived by Word

I’d rather not get in the middle of the conflict of your interest but since you’re on the hook

I may as well let you in on the occult’s secret, there is a Void outside this planet atmosphere.

The blackness outside the Earth will make you faint and feel like you are middle of nowhere

Floating without any reason for being alive at all, just to see the blackness’ white dots of gas

Snow covered hills and volcanic eruptions of the purple, majestic mountains all mingle here

Death of the bones, The Struggle to survive beyond the stage of infancy, that’s my old harass.

In between the battles, friends and enemies fall down to the lead and the flashing fire bombs

Naked in the silence, the children roam without speaking about this and that, filling tombs

I give you what I have so that you may use it and enhance the meaning of the will of powers

To see, to be the symbolic prophet, requires innocence and silence, it is with you, the Force.

Hard to be innocent when you’re guilty of the crimes, still resist the plea, that is not guilty

Innocent I am, like it or not, I’m the coming attraction to the heavenly group, you are silly

Fast lanes and diamond lanes full of the speeders, crushin’ the limit, no more traps to hide

Blinded by children of the gods, it’s all over, I arrested fake attention of the minions’ pride.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 22, 2019 A.D. @ 5:49 pM

{ drafted while listenin’ to Thebeachboyy #ICanHearMusic & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qqyx4TW4Ptw }

 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 21, 2019 A.D

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Up down, up down, like a bobber in the pond near the H0tel California, I snagged, I broke

New leader for the line, thrown in the pools of H2O without regrets, just to eat to survive

Nothing new and nothing old, just a swingin’ round piece of wood or plastic, no fake bloke

For the millionth time I have thrown it away and watched it roll back in a second or five.

Just like the life of fishin’ in the pond, the bait goes up and down waiting for a bite from you

We got what we got last week and we ain’t givin’ it back now or ever, yeah, it’s our to keep

There is a spot when it’s hot that you hit in the middle and you get the trophy of the pond

She don’t wanna come in easy now, hold tight and don’t let the line snap, come on now son!

Finally, landed and on the way to the docks, rolled out the woods back to Charly’s Crab Shed

Where the beers cold and the women pretty and bold, from first to last shot, straight shoot

Down the hatch where the alcohol belongs, inside the blood’s highfalutin way to your bread

When it’s all over and the spirits run out, we still got party, we got up and down, a deep head.

Girls I’ve thrown the yoyo to have thrown it on back at my face, just like a yoyo made of bone

Now it’s more difficult than when you were all alone in the world, it’s all about dark shadows

Now that you have become one of the shadows, now worried about the others, just my own

Mental and physical and psychic are processes, occurring fetal aborted, mama’s crying frown.

Here’s a matter of form, an existence in the twilight zone between the moon and the hot sun

Where we are now and then, sometimes we’re not but we’re mostly the three musketeer fun

Third planet from a burning White Dwarf, I assume the end won’t occur while I exist on dirt

Underground or airborne, One form or another, dead skin and bones spread matter, yo-yo

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen’s #UpDown on youTube rock on the link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

FINIS

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NO LAST WORDS TO MAKE FLESH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, May 21, 2019

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Silent and holy are nights that move before and after your births and deaths but who cares?

Nobody you know or will ever know, if you can survive and not become raw food of dogs’ flab

You may be white trash buried underneath the ground of nature, orange grace of red dragons

Safe without a compass or map, in the heat of a desert freeze of Isis and Zeus’ fine handguns.

Their wining about the food and the shelter because it’s free and they want liberty to take it

No working for wages, no trading wares for needs and desires, nothing to do with a cat’s teat

Imagine trying to survive when the world and everything in it wants you buried in white sand

A little less likely you will wine when you have a bottle of Merlot chilled in your fatback hand.

In a pinch, everyone will spill the beans so buckle up and get ready to rock, we sail in thirty

Pitched a perfect game until the last batter of the last inning hit a grand slam four bagger

It was zero to zero for nine, then suddenly it was 4-0, game over, walk-off the big balls flight

Suspend your judgement about this fiasco until finale momentum, I can’t stand it no more.

Secrets will never remain in the darkness once the blind men and women see the Truth of Ga

Immediately prior to the day your tag of essence expires, you get the feeling something’s off

Sure, the On switch was on Off the entire time the dream moved on with pretension, but wait

Do you smell what I smell, raw burgers and hooves of Pokemon and Defender, cough cough.

Hit the hammer on the surface about a million times and then for some reason, swing at air

Nobody’s gettin’ out of the Mother Earth including the elite and downtrodden, isolated fare

Comin’ to Jesus is what I meant by WWJD, so very cool you know, to be or not to be blue soul

Nameless before conception filled the void womb full of fertile, grounded particle receptacle.

Pure focus on the punch line comin’ right out of left field or nowhere, same time, same place

The mighty will to power is a hidden power that only the fortunate sons and daughters mine

Current on the river is brisk and I am in an unsinkable container, goin’ downstream for good

My tribe threw me on a raft of wood, set it on fire and I just wanted to say one more thing, ...

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones new CD #NoSecurity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oZtXiN8i1uE }

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