#UntwistedHeartOnTheRun #ThereIGoAgain #JackAndSevenSeven #TalkinTennessee

KEEP PLAYIN’ GAMES, I RESIGN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 29, 2019

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All possible moves are not the only moves, there’re some impossible moves, deep, dunk funks

When you’re back to school and your back’s up against the wall because bullies won’t back off

They steal your homework and copy it as their own, get you in trouble with your mama’s scoff

Without firepower in boys n’ girls, can’t overcome allure of graves, live bullets for tiny punks.

Picking me to be on the team was as important as being chosen to throw trash in a back alley

Who cares if you look in the mirror and you’re invisible? Start bitin’ a vampire skeleton key

All you get is whatever disease, viral or bacterial the flesh and bone of a stranger allows, DNA

You’ll die one way or the other, point is to avoid being food or a tooth decayed trophy display.

Everybody could move a pawn, one of the two of eight either one or two spaces to Q3 or K4

Then there’s a knight move or a mirror pawn move to counter, the battle begins, back fates

Songs can’t hide the exploding bombs and screams of the once happy but now in dire straits

Writing or singing will do, it will all be a forgotten, lost empty set of infinity, kids of a whore.

No birth control to avoid the conception so there is no deception at six or eight months, OMG

It’s a mess of history, the way that most of our ancestors were conceived, reborn, raised to be

You’ve got educated masses and saddled up rat packs, runnin’ dozens on crews, so to speak

Children who grow old and do not want to labor for their room and boarded show of a freak.

As the final three moves present themselves, the only possible ones left, 1 moves better in 2’s

A check and a recheck are all that’s left before the inevitable end of a king’s rule of the realm

As the pieces are tossed back into the can, the board is folded and closed, tucked away blues

Asleep while wide awake, rolling over for a yawn, a draw of cool air in and out, Mate, I lose!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BigSistersDontDoThat ...or do they? #GetBackJoJo

CLOSED THE BAR @4:11 AM, WAIT!*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 29, 2019

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So, I lived the way I talked, polite, brain/mind, educated at Adam’s University, an Eve I blow

Couldn’t fight against the first man to make America Great for the 1st time, 1776ers Kokomo

Ones who really gave it all because they had nothing to begin with, they encroached red-men

My brothers and sisters, here’s the Truth so maybe you ought to tune this out, put it on down.

I don’t know what you need but since I’m human and I assume y’all are also, cousins and kin

There’s no need to fudge the Truth and lie about bein’ nailed up to the cross by foes of surfin’

Mankind worships inner selves, prays on knees that step on toes 6 days every week, I be sins

But at least my pops gave me a great example, respect the authority, priests n’ hot politicians.

Think about the zygote for a change, without it we don’t ever feel and see the taste of the reb

What I am, not rats but a humane imitator, sing cowboy, bad boy, cut redneck rock and roller

Blackboard poets graduated to the indelible, few words, immortally yours on the world wide

Bitter truth of the conscience of the storm’s whirl, causation? Earth’s wobbling twirl rip tide!

Assuming the information and data presented to you and I has any veracity, we nibble a little

Not just knowledge power, but also productive recollection of old country miles, papa’s creed

In high rise buildings, on top of the sky-scraping metal, gone to hell and gone, impossible pill

Where Hope’s skyline of fire meets the darkness, my outer-space, halftime Omega out-bleed!

Magical Stand-Out reason why there’s 24 accolades in a case, pronto, main street preachers

Swill it down the hatch, it’s all she wrote now get in the Cadillac, let’s hide in coastal waters

Where nothing can be seen as it truly is, something without any light, no burning, black key

Can’t get another drink on Last Call, double whiskey glasses, knocked ‘em back, oh poor me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

* 4 US WW2 women aviators, who gave it all!

{drafted listenin’ to the millionth train rollin’ into the @RosevilleRailYard beneath the bum’s Elkhorn overpass & jammin’ to Elvis Presley's Graceland @ https://youtu.be/Sy4mKNgbcG0 & https://youtu.be/8iKSw-D4YDk}

FINIS

#FakinFallinInLoveAgain #NotGoodAtIt #RockTheHousing

NEWS’ GRANITE CREW, AHOY SEA!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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Stoned excellence, a crown fashioned out of rocks, infrared whale frequency, Zen code in play

Nothing appearing out of the sun’s fire, it’s always somewhere, forever in time, DNA’s RNA

Anti-matter and imploding atomic collapse into a warped, black hole of singularity’s android

What you appear to be when you can’t see reality or a dream, unconsciousness’s freak-a-void!

Frozen attraction in the petri dish, in the agar, caught up in the stuck-up play of a holy word

Creator of the planets, the moons and other stars in addition to a holy One sun Thunderbird

Lost the body and lost the mind but the soul still flies like there’s no tomorrow, here’s tragic

It’s apparently all a matter of thinking a thought and then willing it to be so, as if it’s #Magic.

But it is the self realization that there is nothing in the solar system that can burn you more

Than the fire in the sun’s burning helium and hydrogen atoms, crushing matter into a spore

Spun in a waving fashion of fire balls, too tiny to see with human eyesight or tele-microscope

Electron shadows is all there are, rainbows from ultraviolet to infrared, Sonny smokes dope!

You inherit the windfall of wealth puff on your way to the sudden death creeps who’re lurkin’

High and low, everywhere you know and everywhere you’ve never known, winged flight to sin

It’s the Origin’s disobedience that hurts, the rolled dice as easy as mom’s pizza pie or lasagna

You and I’ll win, we’ll all win ‘cause steel never loses #TheRollBoogie, Death’s sizzlin’ samba.

Rocks on top of the graves, where we bury the 208 bones, to each his and her own, ice is blue

No living in the boxes and urns, that’s why the living come back to check, see if it’s real, true?

Yes it is, pull weeds and scrub granite grit and grime from a dragon’s boneyard, hung, sung

Toxic, fired-up bugs, insects and vermin have a good Time, recyclin’ Space’s scam, viral dung.

Whether you think about it or not, if you’re thinking then you exist, tunnel of surf foam glow

There can be no denial of the clear idea, a common sense apprehension of the light to obscure

From the One to the Many on the number line from zero to positive and negative infinity, go

Sun-setting on #RollsRock, Monterey keepsake from my dawn’s day-ride on Rte 1’s Big Sur.

Pretend to be sane or insane, in the end you’ll get what you deserve, a karmic debt to pay for

Dreams of desire and need for the things Earth creates out of thin air ideas, opens up a door

Whether it’s good, bad or ugly, the movie either goes one way or another but it’s always over

Lights go out on stage and darkness falls into a dream of it all, as above, so below, I discover.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Morganwallen #RedNeckLoveSong & #Chyt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 

FINIS