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SMOKIN’ DESPAIR IN HOLY HOLES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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Haven’t been the same since all the lawyers were disbarred and I’ve got no standing in court

I can’t kneel or sit in court either, not allowed in the door, I just wait to let jail open, to be free

I got the keys but the sheriff don’t care because I’m his grandson, I didn’t do it anyway, nope

Get over it, I’m not privileged but I am innocent of the crime, somebody vented, it wasn’t me.

I play nothing, beat drums and people at video games, bring it back home to my home runs

You will never know the difference between happiness and utter despair, my daughter’s sons

My fortunate circumstance is pitched from nowhere, out of the blue, it turned purple n’ gold

In the out door and through the turnstyles of the sky’s scrapers, mighty mice and men of old.

At the ending or at the beginning, sound comes first and then the light follows the beat, tap it

Green grass cut, burned away into the clean, clear oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen of mamas

I played game like you did but we ended it at different times, one after the other’s love flaws

Beat and blew instruments, made melodies and lyrics count for nothing but something else.

In love or out, happy or sad about the circumstances of the place in space you spend the time

It really doesn’t ever matter at all, I comprehend the blind faith and hope for a happy ending

But the truth is, happiness is either here and now in the present or it’s nowhere in the Void

Don’t believe the Truth, hope lies are true in vain, a freedom of choice, a divine hemorrhoid.

By the time you make your getaway, it won’t be a problem, it’ll just be water flowin’ over falls

As the world spins, you do too, in and out of this dynamic spin and wobble, y’all got the balls

Draw! Professors, priests and sisters have all rational thought down a cold, holy rabbit hole

Can you rob the program of magic? Nothing is magic, a faded away myth of our gods’ blows.

Punks like I used to be mature into retired civil servants on pensions, waiting for the night

Turning with the spin of the dirt, no choice until one final gasp of gas, then boom, that’s right

It’s all over at the end, no heaven or hell or purgatory or karma payment for the mortals’ sin

Just to be created and related to the offender, guilt by association, fallaciously argued, divine.

Something new, nothing old, always burning the fuel to make the power to move rocky roads

Smooth as silk with the asphalt and tar, pavement of cement, catch all my flashy flesh codes

I look, I glance, I ignore and there is nobody to take my place today or ever, on down the line

When and where’s the place and time? Rockin’ the fires, full of Word-up, a garage wall’s fine!

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 12, 2019 A.D. @ 4:10 PM PST {always is 4:10}

{ drafted while listenin’ to Joe Walsh Daryl's House Club 48” on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dPV6nKrhOGg }

F.I.N.I.S.

#Area102 @NatalieWoodTrophy #BlackHoles #WhiteHoles & #Singularity

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A LOOK-UP, ROCKS ROLL IN SPACE*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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There is nothing personal here if this diatribe matches specific circumstances here on the ball

I know this is true, so don’t give me that ‘look and roll’ of eyeballs into 6’4” holy skullduggery

Make it burn the whole way down to your soul, to the core of the Earth where nothing can be

Straight shots of #JackDaniels downed, #JoseCuervo mercy, better off to git over hearts y’all.

You may not’ve been around the block before but I have, I ain’t braggin’ just statin’ the facts

I am what I am like a #Popeye, high on spinach pizzas’ double cheese, more shots, no redacts

One drink led to another, now half the bottle is all gone, it’s been done afore, bottoms up thee

Slurrin’ the speech ain’t helpin’ the comprehension of the mystery, get closer over here to me.

To like or not to like is not an option, no freedom to choose at your personal conception of Id

What you saw is immediately what you got, starving-thriving mothers of you, mother of gods

At night when the Earth turns it’s face away from the light in the middle of nowhere, shine It

I’m what you are, no difference other than I know and you do not know, stars, One Sun, God.

So, you’ve gone too far now to stop going on with the game, you know the rules, tiptop cream

At least you’ve got an immortal soul, dontcha? Of course you do, your life is all re-recorded

Before you arrived in the Past and the Present you knew you had a F-Future, ‘til you’re dead

Come closer, over here, me, myself and I are fishin’, oh, the burn! #HappyEnding’s a dream!

One’s function in the infinite as a mortal representation of the unknown is to be or not, Balls

An immortal function of the language and both oral and written on stone, paper or dirty walls

Strong forces want to erase the functions we’ve historically recorded back into The black hole

Regardless of liking it or not, findin’ Truth makes you take T-shirts off and get one last kiss!

Planets invisible to me, in a book of words, at the end a sound of words, don’t go but you go

Where? I don’t know but you will know some day maybe sooner than later, hehl you’ll know

Surprised, maybe not, it’ll be what’ll be, that said, live and let live, kill the viral infection bean

Humanity! God’s beauties in short skirts easy in blue moonlight, sweet woman in blue jeans.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June Twelfth, Two Thousand & Nineteen A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST

{ DRAFT complete while listenin to #LoveTheLonelyOutOfYou by The Osborne Brothers drinkin’ heartache & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yhPNZKdVRh8 }

* props to the legs used in the header ON FB, I know whose they are but they are now property of DAVEYJONESXX � 6 feet under! X

FINIS

#OnBeingMortified #ForgotMyWallet #JokesOnYou

PAY THE DAMNED BILL, PENNY!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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It won’t be very long before you cannot handle the egg stench your ilk or perfume of flowers

Out of a desert blizzard and star dirt tundra drought, DNA photons of plants and bones form

On the road dead or in a BBQ skinned and drained of life’s force, it’s the only home of a worm

From the bowels of innards where only angels fear to go, divine humanity’s occultish powers.

Pink, blue and white for the symbolic reference to the good, the bad and the real, ugly One

Made everything from mud to blood to the beer in our mugs, we see what we get, oh yeah

All of it is a bunch of roses for the love of being animated with the sparks to ignite the sun

Alpha to Omega and above and below it all, everything collapsed into a holy singularity bay.

Nothing to do in the womb or after the arrival at the threshold of utter doom, end of days

Sun still shining while the Earth ceases to spin and wobble, just faces East, burns and prays

That the gravitational collapse will obstruct the mission to be or not, in an inescapable play

Of words, boys say of women who program the DNA of mating ova, precious and few today.

Nobody wants to have a baby, nobody wants to nurture and culture a child into a production

Of money’s wealth, the gold and silver, the diamonds, sapphires and rubies, colored rock, son

You know exactly what is in store for all of us, whether we like it or not, we’re headed to dust

Even guys with guns n’ swords can’t get away forever, the void’s prayer is to get up and down.

To be the point, the winning point to end the game with a victory or loss, nature is the matrix

We are the living who become something from nothing and then die and become mojo hicks

In a shallow bog or swamp full of unrotted corpses, that is where the UFO’s dropped anchor

Kept rotten bones together, sunken mud to the rescue, preserved in a flower bed of bad odor.

Olfactory sensation in the form of smoke and mirrors, an illusion that I’m in a fake reality

Everything appears to the mind that the whole world is outside of your hands, yet it is to be

Fear’s merely the lack of confidence generated by the power of knowledge, wisdom’s scree

About being you, your family and friends, even your enemies, they all swipe your pedigree.

In and out of the thing itself, friction causing a dream climax of the end of days, all of it gone

Then you come back to the present after being somewhere else, no future in the past, drone

Heartless, mindless, soulless and in a word, an automaton, no need for life-like, color sparks

Unmoved, started fire for the forest dwellers who will party with morons, freaks or sharks.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #LoveStruckBaby & HITS from #DoubleTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/nnbnRWHDFpw }

W.W.A.R.D.?