#OnTheAirNow

BUZZ DREAM, TAKE A BUS TO IT

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richard  j. stephan, i

--------------ROYAL SCAM CANT BE----------------

To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.

To raise it to my lips and let it loose, oh the fruit of the vine, lovin’ you holy, old grapevine

Oh mama, it’s a deacon and a high priest comin’ down from the mountain way long gone

I’m gamblin’ to get enough money to buy me a house and care, my girls on a front lawn.

This the essence of true romance between a man and a woman, those are my kind’s ilk

Languid but not too bittersweet, a caress to my skin and bones feels like mama’s milk

What I tasted from the woman who made me was a formula of iron and and a mini-soul

To feed the expanding man-machine that grows from one cell to a carcass of red coral.

A treasure chest full of doubloons to weigh down the cage you and I are in, money, money

Soul survivor of the trip through the Earth cosmos and human civilization of 99 naked apes

Pretending that there’s a gag on God is the joke of the minions who follow the trick pony

Can’t you see what I saw, it flashed like the dawn’s first light, awakened the Many, dreamer,

Girls on the boardwalk and on the boulevard all pushin’ to shove One in between the legs

Why though? That’s a good question...why do we scratch where there’s a pair aces pushed

Nobody cares to know that we’re all runnin’ on empty, nearly out of gas and oil, beer kegs

Ran behind for three seconds, I still got to the future, I dreamt this and now it’s crushed.

Paved the road to the end of the line where a desert lines the stomach of the devourer

Eats everything in sight from dawn until dusk, sleeps near the leftovers blooms of God

Unseen and here then gone with no trace left in physical and emotional rescue red blood

It makes sense if it’s nonsense you seek, there’s gold in them thar hills, triggered a tiger!

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r j j stephan, i *Delaware River crossing of Gen. Georgewashington & Gen. #AdamStephenhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Washington%27s_crossing_of_the_Delaware_River

c. August 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Steely Dan #MyOldSchool & other hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rFnwczuvb74 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BREAD @BREAD @EnEspanol

@2:22 A.M. FIRE’S IN YOUR MIND!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 31, 2019

-------#BetterNotLetHimIn-------

 

For no good reason at all, there are bacteria waiting to eat every cell in your discarded souls

You think there’s much more or a little invisible less than this world of physical, body holes

Punks grown in the home with or without the moral imperative to do unto others before I do

Because in the end, this mother of an Earth that I am is gonna treat you like bones and rocks!

For one moment, I am going to attempt to bring the elders who recollect the 70’s, this era end

Sharing is not as important as knowing that this is for your eyes only, not your mate or friend

Broken, so sharp, cuttin’ like a knife in the darkness of twilight, I don’t care, I don’t know why

Presented the walkin’ apes to Adam & Eve, this is gold, sweet by & by godseye, yep, It all dies!

Think about tomorrow when the Earth spins around yet again in it’s finite wisdom to wobble

In the same rotation as it’s orbit around the One thing that makes all the sense in a lye bubble

When bread’s truth is recognized as Illusion as it has always been, dawn comes upon 99 apes

Eyes of apes see what they see and then they jump the sharks, follow lemmings, smoke vapes.

I don’t want to leave and I know you don’t either, it’s a survival mechanism in the DNA genes

For surviving, remaining alive and thriving in a petri dish of viral bacteria’s holy sycophancy

Never wantin’ the dream to end, staying awake and without pain or suffering as long as...um

Nobody knows when their winding turn leads to nowhere in the Cosmos but the time’ll come.

For the next twenty minutes, your soul readies for flight, make sure you got clean blue jeans

On the way to the place in space where you’ll never be able to put into the words, All of It Is...

Sensational and upsetting because of the disappointment with believing what’s impossible go

To stop on your own with your own brakes or to be terminated by the robots’ laws, God blow.

Reverence for pews in the churches and the castrates who run the descendants of the Christ

Imaginary commandments and faithful rules, categorical imperatives to force Ape-manners

Born and raised to bring Hell up from Hades, from the bowels of Earth’s fired-up inner core

Showing Earth’s dirt and rocks are the remnants of the star that is no more, see, it’s dead ore!

All that’s left over from the Big Bang is the Love you make to the ones you are graces to enjoy

Boys and girls, men and women, all too human beyond their fourteen plus years, feel the joy

Makin’ the climax the thing itself that makes the species run its course, onto DNA extinctions

So, keep on movin’ past 2:22, the pretender must animate the wings, beat drums, blow horns.

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r j j stephan, I

c. July 31st, 2019 @ 2:22 AM PST

{ penned to #70sClassicHits #AlbumOfTheDecade #HowLongHasThisBeenGoinOn? youTube Awoken my link @ https://youtu.be/OCf66NE4n-w }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Svengali #Robespierre & #MA

ADD, DIVIDE, SUBTRACT & SOLVE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 30, 2019

--------------DIVIDED BY TWO--------------

All I ever wanted was to complete the mission and retire to the resting place below the rocks

Who in the infinite dream of Zeus knew? Nobody here and now or they won’t tell all of us

Y’all aren’t the only ones that are sorry about what you’re not responsible for, lay me down

It’s about all you know for certain, it’s gonna happen to gringos and amigos, it’ll all be blown.

Dance a moment or two in the liberty of being alone, infinitely free of a blue moon hide-out

From an enlightening, awesome come to Jesus’ group or Buddah’s empty, silk pillow doubt

Pills to swallow for the movement of blood through holy arteries and veins, straight-up barn

Deeper than the words can dig and cut, a slice invisible to the gravity below, pullin’ God darn.

Got down from Maine to California, Washington to Florida and it’s all the same, I’ll get to it

This and that there spent gold and silver for the life blood of the ground, Texas Tea, all for me

Just because I am the strongest is the only reason why I survived Existence’s exam for a PhD

Ugly americana wanted to absorb my 208 bones in this dog eat dog world, so I ate Word, see?

In every way I can think of, causes and effects happen to the best of us and the worst of us too

The scoop on the whole shebang is a deep subject, it has an answer you may not want to blow

Through your ears to hear it, into your eyes to see it, it’s aromatic, OMG good taste in sounds

Hearin’ rocks roll down the middle road with me, sounds like a record of my jokers rebounds.

If you don’t give me everything that I decide that I want then I call you what you are, #Racist!

A pollywog type of human, started as a baby and accepted the magic spell as reality of a blitz

Kiss down to this and that until you just cannot pucker up even one more time, lips smacked

Feelings, emotional rescue on a back burner, don’t care, it’s the End, the deck’s been stacked.

I learned to serve the mathematical tables with due respect, I needed to count ones and twos

Until the final quotient, the last kiss I needed to complete the mission to break a spell, Blues

From alpha to omega I’m stuck in the middle somewhere near the phibetacappa or gamma

For certain, for soothe I say for the last time, It ain’t my fault, blame the party on God & Ma!

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r j j stephan, i *cartoon’s signification: Bring the #TrojanHorse on in for maintenance!”

c. July 30th, 2019 A.D. Tuesday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ #Inagoddadavida Hey now, where’s my #SlipShot #KISS? Got no sleep but I’m strong playin’ the Drew Zingg youTube mix, no mistake! link @ https://youtu.be/YohFkkJDw1A }

W.W.A.R.D.?