#'TUDE

ATTITUDE WITH NO MA AND PA

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 2, 2017 #reDuxx

Young colt moves around being out of the dark hole spent for 340 days, spinnin’ yarn

Snakes and loud mouth humans better than the corral and the barbed wire, rusted old

My neighbors don’t care about my stack of wood with the multi-pitch roof, got no barn

No gate, no fence, nothin’ at all but pure pasture, death punchin’ #Pine, drinkin’ #Shine.

Couldn’t do any better than my best in the show, so into this movie of mine, my part’s done

Didn’t have to fight about it since I was the only opponent to the fences bein’ broken down

If I could I would, do it over and over again just for fun, for kicks and giggles, I can’t run

My legs and arms fell off of my body along the way, my head and mind are barely a frown.

Never thought about life bein’ so short when mama and papa watched every step I ever made

Escaped from the little webbed fingers of mama, the cub’s pinky of papa, too legit lemonade

My defense, my offense gifted me to be the best at protecting kin, my soul runnin’ out of time

I knew when she was gone, it was all over except I didn’t hear the fat lady singin’ on my dime.

What’ll be will be, that’s all I’ve ever believed since the notion of intent of will went so wrong

Eternity isn’t too long to wait for miracles I’ve expected, even if they never come, I’m so good

Tail is swept up into blown wind as the prance of a showoff moves my four legs, equine songs

Wishin’ I could play thunder ‘n light on tight skins, blown horns, pickin’ EFGABC six strings.

Got ready to die like all good men, expected nothing in return, drunk, faded script #wordsUp

Punks divin’ off of the porch, swingin’ on the tightrope and flyin’ into the river of Styx’s cup

Runnin’ and jumpin’ above the rocks that rolled downstream to the blue sea’s mouth, agape

You cannot eliminate your chance once you’ve entered the game, go to jail until I cry #Rape.

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r j j Stephan, I { #WalkingSoftlyCarryingABigStick in #PottstownPennsylvania }

c. November 2, 2017 @ 12:12 PM PST

{ DRAFTED watchin’ a space walk on #NASA live on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RtU_mdL2vBM & listenin’ to #SheUsedToBeMyGirl & HITS Live From Daryl's House The O'Jays & Daryl Hall youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HEYcOWBOY

HEY COWBOY, BE READY TO DRAW

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

You can never gallop away just because your horse is the quickest on four hooves

Keepin’ that six gun loaded is a capitol idea since if it shoots blanks it really proves

That gunpowder’s loaded in brass shells and packed down by bullets, won’t fire free

Look down the barrel into the dark, black hole and see the same thing you die to see.

Some folks just don’t listen to reason and barely succumb to deadly force in the face

So there’s always a chance that you have to kill the living to stay alive, a human’s race

To be or not to be isn’t always the only question but it may be the final one’s slue sky

No sound of words left to ring in the ear until written down on the rock’s goddess pie.

No friend of mine is the antithesis of the creator of this universe, this Earthly stardust

Illusionary delusions diverting attention from the key, the target, the price is right prize

Blazing sunshine, burning the skin into a dead tan above the bare bones and blood lust

For the sake of the Christ and the other Jesus’ in this crystalline ball of liquid gas’s lies.

Trouble is that there isn’t any that I can’t get out of with or without a scratch of my skin

Got my pistol strapped onto my thigh and it stays put in the holster until I draw within

Candyman’s what I am when I make the sweet love’s panty’s drop and cherry pops it out

You can’t see how hot the spot is when it’s burnin’ up the ground of being, my ale’s stout.

From the flow of the lead into the gold, petrified and indentured mutates into the flow

Mocha choka lata ya ya, gitchy, gitchy voulez vous couches doin’ nine to five in the glow

Of a full moon swingin’ around in planetary-like fashion, around the essence of Earth

Dreamin’ of what could be, if only but now it’s The One, it had to be, a cowgirl’s birth.

Survivin’ the fighter mode with the quickest draw ever recorded from draw to pistol bang

Couldn’t stop the bullet in the back from the coward who wasn’t old enough to neck hang

Baby in the bed, pulled the trigger of the Colt .45 loaded with my number IV, The Boss

On the blue steel under the pearl handle, hidden for the sake of a possible cowgirl loss.

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r j j Stephan, I

c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 2:35 PM EST { written while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera #Beautiful & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eAfyFTzZDMM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#IDkNOWS

ID KNOWS WHAT IT IS, HOMER ZIP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, November 7, 2017 #reDux

I used to fret about the vibrations above and below this ground of being this man, here, now

Suddenly I didn’t care anymore after I turned sixty-six without a word, not a peep in the sty

Just looked around and saw nothing but me, myself and I without mother’s breast, father’s Id

Put me in the center of this solar system’s food, gas was the matter that mutated into a liquid.

Left me in a corner with no dreamscape of things themselves, empty, dead air and a deaf ear

Life is going to go on without me in a day, a year or a century or two, SpaceX can’t even tell

The momentary lapse of my reason when my last breath comes and goes in a huff, need beer

Blown smoke for so long that I couldn’t find my Sex WAX n Rock n Roll but it rang a bell.

Harmonize the harmony of the spheres inside and outside of my head’s conscious awareness

Waited for just the right time in an empty void, when Space didn’t mattered less, at the gate

Of heaven or hehl for mice and men who came, conceived in eggs’ DNA-coded insanity’s nest

A party full of blue waves in a deep sea of H2O and grounded sand cooling the fire, too late.

Not to be the choice of pricks or a jabs in the fake face that can’t see itself, refracted mirrors

Screams of the little pretties who stand together all in a row of flesh and bone, wanting lovers

None of them can be the One out of the Many who see, hear and feel no Evil among the Good

Locked in a World Series of infinite proportions, kissed, dancin’ to gravitational force’s mood.

Beachboys and seagulls on the sand with wooden and plastic boards of bullet-like perfection

Ready for the swells outside and inside, sounds of the city of angels at my red-tan, baggy chit

Entered the drink and scooted on top of the aqua-blue glass of my mother’s Earth, out of It

Nothing original or mortal about the little surfer girls who live forever in my mind’s eyes sin.

Back to the future I’m never gonna see with these four eyes, Florida Keys’ Kokomo, my peace

Jamaica, Bermuda, Key Largo, Montego mattered less after Destiny’s Milky Way stop sign

Dreamy looks between my blues-fed eyes and your brown-glow skin, wrapped ‘round mine

Daughters and mothers, sisters and grandmas’ made it all worth the trip, beauty was so fine.

Leavin’ the palm trees n’ sand, concrete and steel sucked all of the life out of my 208 bonings

Tucked between my recollections of what I can’t remember, can’t even recall my ten hangin’

Far, far away in no place you know or will ever believe while you’re alive, broken gods waved

Satisfaction guaranteed but never delivered before the next day after my Id couldn’t be saved.

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r j j Stephan, I Richard Joseph Stephan #FunFunFunNowThatDaddyTookTheTBirdAway

Blovember 7, 2017 Mardi @ 6:06 AM EST

{ written on the island of wood, four legs on the floor, listenin’ to the The Beach Boys #LostConcertHITS of my bro-in-law’s PC (RIP Rick Ventura) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5a4YupnT1sM }

W.W.A.R.D.?