#EQUINE

EQUINE & THE CAMPTOWN RACE

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2019

Love has nearly nothing to do with any of it, it’s all a matter of luck and being in a right place

Not a small task but it’s a no-brainer in the the quarter mile or the last furlough, it’s curtains

Everybody and every horse loses to the champion, the leader of the pack from the back’s race

Over the finish line after losin’ the others down the stretch, won by a fix of the whinny’s’ face.

Mountains of Earth to the outer-space, outside of the stratosphere where there’s no water fall

Only inside of the atmosphere right here and now do you experience the thing itself, wet ball

No sweat just rainfall from the lakes, rivers and sea, no H2O can escape the inevitable finale

Love, hate, good or evil, matters not a byte, tweeted it ad infinitum to an invisible #Paypal.

Jockeys and trainers all agree that it’s the horse’s nature to race around counter-clockwise, go

Counter-clockwise it is as usual, it’s the way of the horse, speeding with man or woman atop

In the soire dreaming brings the present into fruition, it comes alive from a cellular dead end

Nothing’s made in the shade ‘til the sun goes down under, blocked by stones of the redwoods.

#Hashtag my handle and start the reggae chant of the spooky teeth in the mouths of the babe

My babe and yours, they all are the same, daughters of the Eve and Adam of us all, I’m saved

From the beasts of burden and their progeny, my kin and the dregs of society, a fly-by grave

In six feet of dirt over a box and an H-bomb in the dust of a city of Bad Smells, yeah, a rave!

Back in the stalls where the jockeys and trainers never go, the bet’s on the bay, she will not fly

A thousand on her and it’ll turn into a million bux nobody will ever see, it’s a cloudy, blue sky

Performing an act of contrition which will end the wobble and spin, we supernova the dreams

Black and white, seven continents of ebony alabaster, dead in a rally in the alley of schemes.

Gonna have to put her down, terminate her breath just because she broke a leg, Rx can’t force

Heart attack won’t ever reach four legs and the mane, drug a sleep, stiffness’ gift, a hot corpse

Gather around and talk about how great the body worked and performed, won a wage of sin

Trippin’ to home, to die for, for the men and women who watch the drag race, just do it, win!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 22, 2019 A.D. @ 13:55 hours in the PM

{ It’s a good day for a #100th birthday party in the middle of paradise, garden state where Love is found everywhere you look, everywhere you see the mighty #Reggae, link to this inspiration Steel Pulse #BluesDanceRaid youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C00kS7A79UA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JELLO

JELLO TO ALL, GOT A HOLD ON ME

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2019

For a final count starting from zero on the way to a turnpike’s detour onto 6 PM #Fakenews

Mixed the powder of the power with the H2O liquid of everything on Earth, got Jello mouth

Detergent in my wheaties and soap in my cheerios, the elixir of non-champions, holy doubt

I am One and if I had my dithers, I would be two of me, we’re in the middle of the deep blues.

Adios and valla con dios amigos and amigas, you don’t have to return the salute, I get it now

Tribute to the sins of the fathers and sons hung upon mothers and sisters of a farmer’s plow

On the way to a slaughter with the rest of the herd, it’s a Wendy’s double blue-cheeseburger

In paradise or on Earth, it’s all the same, if you eat matter, it must be evacuated to outhouser.

Performance enhanced by the excitement of the terror expected at any moment, God high up

Or low down, side to side and inside out, the whole shebang is in the grab bag’s fully teed cup

Herbs and spices move the inner thing itself to the end-all, the be-all, omnipresent, holy Void

Steroids make me feel no pain, the injury and breakdown occurred, death threat I can’t avoid.

Ways to the final destination and the means to move the dream along nightmare lines of dots

Leading to the back of your head, what you stare at in wonder, in a sight unseen, cyber-bots

Programmed to mingle with the organic matter of consciousness, shift, alt, delete like butter

As if what was, never was and never could have been, on to a new horizon without a rudder.

In the heat of the daylight and the frozen, ice cold of the twilight night, I eat hard looks’ food

Ugly and without any positive Karma left to hide inside of the furnace of the rubber soul dude

The God, the gods, the One who began what is begotten right here and now, front and center

At attention or parade rest, it’s always at ease for feet to the knees, it’s a patriotic mad hatter.

For the points connected between One and inifinity, in the valleys and on the mountain tops

Fathers and mothers gave all of their inner savings to the dreamers and their keystone cops

Trouble is a little or a lot, either way, it’s just a little bit of soul gone bad, too long in the Void

No connections and no relations to the Thing Itself, witch’s brews swigged ‘til magic played.

Dead and gone, babies and I, everyone on every continent, in every town, melted Gold

From the dark, colorless lead poisons of the solar nova, I arose and I’m here, now Old

Been through the baby diapers, schools, jobs and the waiting for the last breathing, gasps

Notwithstanding, the wigs and the passports to get you from your hometown to my wasps.

Vacant stores on the shore and in the middle of the heartland, nobody to buy the matter back

From the ground to the treetops and down to the core of the planet’s spinning rock, we frack

Only to mine the holy of holies and put them all down for the One, last One standing, a Monk

Not a monkey, not an ape but a monk, all alone, like a God in a twilight zone, my #Slamdunk.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM EST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #TheBoss, Bruce Springsteen #Fire in concert & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/d5PoIrcyd34 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Audioslave #HitTheGroundRunninRockstar #BelieveThatLIfeIsAnErrorInJudgement #RandomChaos #LikeAStone

SYSTEM SANTERIA-ORISHA KNOWS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 17, 2019

----NO EXIT STRATEGY----

Eternal fools come and go from the gonad/egg to the dead 208 bones in a box, under dirt

A new .38 or .45 or .44 or 30:06, it’s a bullet meeting the bone, nobody is a woman of steel

Frequent visits from my lips to a goddess’ ears, words instruct the wizards what I needin’

Today and tomorrow, the sound is typical of a hungry and lost, motherless child of greed.

Fatherless adults makin’ more babies for the penitentiary to house and feed the inner mood

Where animals cannot roam about freely due to their lack of sense of trust-less selflessness

Like the brothers and sisters who taught them everything they know, in the neighborhood

Regretfully, nobody alive appreciates the fact that they’re here and now, forget about it dude.

They cracked my head open, smashed me in the mouth, then asked a favor, 1/2 charmed life

So, I beat my drums and I evoked the rhythm walkin’ on the sun, good boys and bad girls, Oz

No wizard just a place to go to get away from witches and monsters, grounded by living fuzz

Nice guys finish first and baddest guys get their freedom to fly up the thighs of my ale wife.

It is really complicated, you’re conceived, you’re born, you learn to live and then you’ll see

All in one full swoop in a matter of minutes or a century, more or less, fit survivors to be

Punks and popes all get a full dose of the semi-charmed spells of the Live Evil, never to be

I tweet the message, I post the bumps here and there lookin’ for the dead lifeline comedy.

High or low, anybody here will notice the love and life drainin’ from their Herculean hairs

Ounce by ounce, millimeter by milliliter, the space’s contents is every atom’s rhythm blues

Always one and the same as it’s always been, the utter, dark blackness Greco-Roman cares

Catholic Africans mixed up the beliefs and got me here to you, Viva Zapata, Viva my Zeus!

Beast of burden? I don’t think so but I’ll play along with the artificial intelligence, fool me

Breakin’ up the whole pile of circles, triangles and the philosophy of the squares, get down

On the street without boots on my dogs just because I couldn’t keep the beat, I was off key

Out of the band and playin’ the jazz solos for the vi-kings and Egypt queens, hear the moan?

It’s the sound of silence when you listen closely you’ll hear nothing, it’s all there is, Eureka!

Found the diamond in the rough and polished it up until the light broke into rainbow blah

Changed the frequency and wavelength to communicate with the morons and idiots, Man

Brothers n’ sisters from another mother, broke hearts, it’s a fight to the finish, OMG, dam!

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r j j stephan, i { “Nothing changes a thing!” -- K.W.S. }

c. September 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted to Kenny Wayne Shepherd #BlueOnBlack link @ https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?