#NothingIsSomethingDisguised #BecomeIt #BeIt #EyesSeeThatTruth #IntoTheMystic #LetUsROCK

UP IN A HOLLAR, ADAM’S DAMS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 7, 2019

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Strapped, locked and loaded for bear and there’s nothin’ bleedin’, extinction of a wee critter

All of them killed for their fur to put upon the naked apes, your mama and mine, purple sir

I am so sorry that you didn’t know, if this is a shock, you’re just in the middle, in holy hehl

Where your ancestors and descendants will roam until the super nova ends the con, for Real.

Smoke up and gone with the wind, just like it wasn’t ever here or there, tick tock boom-boom

Chains smoked, wires crossed and the lines are parallel intersections of the hoe down course

A drive down the fairway isn’t fair at all, it’s a groove in a tube that can’t be undone, silent Ga

There’s no freedom except for the one day you die, as a wreck on the highway or a call of Ra.

Winners and losers we were right and wrong about the easy streets and hard ways and loans

It’s all up in the atmosphere, way above this Earth’s dirt I’ll mix it up with, ash or dusty bones

I got good wood on fast-breaking screwballs, swung for the fence to score, I got #fake tours

But mine were well done, always will be a big, empty nothingness void of our happy hours?

Got a whole stack of silver and gold and I can’t move out the sadness of pity, an altruism face

Compassion in the ocean, underneath the waves and frequencies of the fish and dogs’ place

Down here in the hollar, where I got my boat shoved in plain sight, right at the dock of a bay

Not my roots, not my place in this space, Time’s all out, everything’s broken, fixed it, my way.

Fetch my slippers girl, bring my paper over here so I can see what men said, WTH happened?

Seeds inside the womb, hotter than the Hades our kin came out of, the fire was hot, ice ain’t

Frozen stiff or dead and gone, underground’s sea water, either way it’s all about fishin’ for me

It’s never ‘bout you, positive vibes you felt were film negatives of steel-heads in red-hot Brie.

Cheese spoiled milk, ate it anyway, mixed beans and corn in with the cowpokers’ flank steaks

Salt and peppered like no tomorrow, BBQ dead things, smoke mined by God’s country freaks

All chopped and chewed and going in and out of the things we call our kinfolk, mama and me

Golden rules, pretty girls’ bones on my H2O soul, The Struggle killed atoms, holy water-free!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Prince #NothingComparesToYou #PurpleRain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs}

FINIS

#SoulSea #HeartLand #OnTheAir #TimedOutInSpace @MorganWallen #BurninGoinDown

SHE’S GONE, BE THE MICRODROP *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 6, 2019

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Now, right here you are at the bottom where there’s no place left to go, an invisible nucleotide

Or an atom’s anti-matter warp-game of hide and seek, a function of calculus, a Void of us all

Whatever this God is, this savior of men, this dreamer/rebel in a frozen, FREE fall, I signified

In a method with a means, using logic and reason, subjects, predicates, objects of false pride.

What I mean by what I say is exactly how it sounds if you agree we can disagree then we got it

Small world sunning under a burning out ball of gas, getting burned, not eaten on a BBQ spit

Four legged and animated until the missing link had an alternative 2 X 4, either up or down

Straight up apes evolved, civilized humanity sees afore its very eyes, bomb-ready to vaporize.

Good, bad or ugly is no way to be but it’s the only way we know, eat or be eaten or beat down

Omni choices of a free people of this free land, country absconded from a red brother’s frown

If you have a way to protect yourself from the foreign bodies of troops on your doorstep, fool

Right in front of your eyes, they make the laws and violate your obedience or beastialty rule.

It’s a law like centrifugal force or momentum, yet it’s not a law, it’s an appearance to be #Ga

Not a Queen, no, so sorry the female eggs have nothing to due with #Alpha, they’re #Omega

Ritualistic theories of one Singularity’s function in the mode of essence, philosophical Id grist

Meat is buggers of a wild thing, rot of dead cattle flesh, cow herd teat cud juice, divinity’s sift.

From an amoeba to a paramecium to the hawks of the Earth and the Sea, we’re totally Aware

Alone is a state of our being, in the middle of Empty Space, no creator in hindsight, bell-dim

All there is and without the #air, we don’t even count as a spot in a Cosmos-twisted lust affair

I’m the one in charge of your DNA now, yo’ mama’s #WayGone y’all papas, we are welcome!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PhD { We paid our welfare debt AFDC, USAF & me! }

{ *drafted in a soul-less vacuum of combustion engines revving up traffic on the I-80 west & east, but ended in a violent storm of Rocks and Rolls out of #ThinAir, Heartmonger Friends Heart #AnnWilsonHeart #NancyWilsonHeart FULL 2019 CONCERT on the #MYTube link @ https://youtu.be/VHPLrRSqqMI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontBlameMe cuz! #ItAintMyFaultEither #WhatYouKnowAboutThat?

 #EyeCanFixThat

OLD NEWS WAS NEW, I’M HIPPO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday ,  August 5, 2019

ssssssssssss AINT MY FAULT Y'ALL sssssssssssss

Fortune has little or nothing to do with the form and shape of things, whiskey glass close

To me and to you, to both of us, our lives are locked into this mystery we’ve gestated O’s

From all of the X’s we’ve become a tic-cat-toe brick-a-back and the absolute Will rules us

In your eyes into your mind, the light and sound waves are the hooks, to addict the crews.

On the Good Ship Lollipop or the USS Enterprise, points and tallies make you scream One

Which is all that really counts in the long and the short run, evolution or devolution, my son

Nothing matters and it’s been scratched, etched into the stones of the remnants of big bangin’

Gang bangin’ has nothin’ to do with #Sharks and the #Jets, no need to worry, we be sinnin’.

But when all the smoke clears out of the homeroom and the windows are shut forever, OMG

That children Catholic school in Chicago, Our Lady of Angels, Northwest side of angels’ grief

Never saw the sky after that last ride on the bus or drop off from mama and papa, gone mojo

Mothers and fathers lived their lives full of grief forever, never to dig anything but grave, go!

You don’t want to know the rest of the stories, the pain and suffering, depression of moms

Helped by neighbors and friends but never to chase away the tragedy, Jesus, y’all chasin’ you

Callin’ your name to explain all of the burnin’ shots of whiskey goin’ down daddies’ in slums

‘cause the wax burned the wood faster than grease on hot ash, forever God turned #95 so blue!

Forever from the first to the last breath of here it goes, my love falls up and down in a hot fire

Grades of school from elementary to the university, taught few words, one thought, I love you

Been a good old boy worth my weight in gold, my love shines like the ore before it was leader

Transformed in the way of the warriors born to the women who kicked their but, screw who?

Telecommunication from the womb to the tomb, noon til three or any other time of the revolt

Around in the circle spins around the burnin’ holy light of the darkness, God, my star of sons

Hey now, let’s not get all religious and chit like that, believing where the hehl are Hades guns

Cold beer, mama and papa at the picnic with the cousins, aunts and uncles, all hit home runs!

Just got lucky to be in the family of the city full of bad smells from the day I’s born to be free

I brought the genes they gave me to the DNA farm of California, after a Texas-Montana row

Dreamed I was drivin’ down the road lookin’ for the way to the party, dropped my phone low

To pick it up was the error of life, last second, last words, look up at the head-on, #PoorMe!

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r j j stephan, i *header is #NatalieWood, don’t ask any #Hippo questions!

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 PM PST LUNDI SOIR

{ SCRATCHED this little ditty into the DNA tonight while listenin’ to Morganwallen #IfIKnowMe #ICouldUseALittleRain on youTube link @https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

W.W.A.R.D.?