#SheIsGone #WhatWentWrong #ForgetAboutIt @TRAIN @PabloPicasso

AHEAD OF A SIDE GLANCE AT US*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 29, 2019

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It’s exactly like the appearance of Picasso-Pablo out of the blue twilight zone above, as below

Two eyes givin’ the vision of more than a movie on a screen, it’s being the star of the #Talkie

Silent movies were events recorded on a film, a magnetic tape embedded reflection, a grave

Not six feet under but always Above and never Below an artificial lead pencil point you gave.

To the ones who are grateful that they died like all of their mothers and fathers before them

Warriors have all died in the battles for the #hella Good and the happy Evil, infantile phlegm

Bottles with nipples to hold the milk for the Wheaties, on the breakfast path to find wisdom

Secrets of occultish ilk in the witches’ cauldrons, downloaded upside in the corner of a tomb.

Dream is the reality that occurs once your brain shuts off conscious awareness’ confusion den

Muted into cannot Fall into temptation from the One and the Many, flagships of a virgin hen

Who found my mother and my grandmothers, me! Tabulated approximately 100 mortal sins

How I know anything is amazing since I can only speculate, assume validity of assumptions.

Innocence I inherited with the sweet wine from the vines of Sicily, imported to freedom gods

From Zeus, Zoroaster and Ra, premises assumed, conclusions induced and deduced hotrods

Walking out on me now or then, sooner or later, it happens, nobody handles Truth, zen’s way

Fortune appears random yet moved by intent, it transmutes into what it is, a sea of the lucky!

A papal bishopric and an ordained by Jesus Christ, son of woman, a divinely conceived angel

It is what happened, so I’ve been told, a Savior who saves us from being a creational dumbell

In the matrix, the recipe is all of the menudo, in a hodgepodge of causes and effects for Hehl

Highwater restriction, Chi-town fire and a Picasso of Rush Streets in an infinite #Loop’s ‘L’.

Ah, movie theaters and alcohol bars, stages for human acts of reality for the not too human

Being in and out of consciousness if you can find a place to lay your head without a killin’

Either someone trying to take you or your stuff home with them, not your home, theirs...

Not being hospitable but being predatory, wanting to take life from the living and eat It.

Like dogs, cattle, goats, deer, elk and the rest of the four legged critters, eat and bleed sheet

Under the guise of living the good life, a philosophical semblance of Being God of this chit

All you get is what a blind man gets, what’s in front of your eyes, Earth, Wind, Fire and you

Not me, just you and that’s the end of the line where there’s no turning back, godanm fool!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM P.S.T. DIMANCHE

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{ drafted while jammin’ to The Grateful Dead who play a very intricate #RollAway Help/Slip/Franklins at the Boston Music Hall Ma on their 1976 run of the East Coast. The remainder of this amazing show can be streamed here : http://archive.org/details/gd76-06-10... the Grateful Dead inspirational on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i136oiMwP6c }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StairwayToHeaven #OnTheWhisperingWind

FOR LOVE OF CHRISTOS’ CACHE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 28, 2019

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You’ve got the back stage pass and the front row tickets to the dirigible concert tonight, HITS

From the sixties to the twenties and in between like the chocolate covered Oreo cream mints

Governed to become the extinct nature of the beast that evolved from the cavemen, the olden

Those (me) passed the power on to heirs by the Word of big mouths and pictograph scrollin’.

Artistic license painting lines on the cave walls, in living color without anything but firelight

All there ever was is everything you’ve received, of buried bones and headstones, we’ll all bite

Or nibble around the trouble hook, tryin’ not to get snagged by the artful dodger, the ‘header’

Catch and release except to eat a real meal without the dead, blood meat of cattle, elk n’ deer.

Protect yourself and survive longer than you would if you just gave in and gave up the light

It’s what the murder cells do, they kill the healthy dreamers who are fearless in the fight

Pork is the pig’s muscles that animate their world of rutting and looking out of eye balls

Light black and white, rainbow pattern distortion in a four dimensional warp, haiku awls.

On being nobody at home and all alone, it’s a ghost of a chance it looks like me or you

More like the gods you’ll never see, too much to hide inside your nutcase mind, be blue

Do not take this the wrong way but I’m really thinking that you’re as hopeless as harlots

Nothing to draw, neither pictures on the wall nor pistols from the holsters hooked idiots.

Feed the poor and eat the hungry who mingle amongst us, inside and out of this nutshell

Mind blown and body deceased, airborne spirit or soul, just an incorrigible, lead dirigible

Made of the very lead thing itself that you can trans-mutate into gold, a calculus dumbbell

Spirit, soul, consciousness of the May queen’s dream in a dream, a fade to black hole hehl.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #StairwayToHeaven Led Zeppelin on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AvB5dTLvTDA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Battleships & #Chains

AT A MONTH OLD IN ‘51, US @WAR

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2019

Way back in 1951 A.D., heart and soul means, I was a month old on this day in September ‘51

So what? Who cares? Well now, that’s the attitude I’m lookin’ for, right here and now, bum 1

For the uncertainty of the principles you and I have been taught by the instructor cross high

Professors and preachers, even the priests of the invisible gods in the sky, all y’all gonna die.

Inside of this atmospheric bubble held together by an invisible gravitational force, my Face

I worship ground I walk on, I worship the gravity that keeps me anchored away from Space

I’ll get the Word soon enough as far as what happens when I die, when the Earth’s star novas

Like the asteroid belt surrounding Earth within this star system, can’t miss that magical bus.

Punks were like the Jets and the Sharks from a West Side Story of NY, I was immersed in blo

In another city with brothers and sisters from other mothers and fathers, minds all blown ho

I was there and so were you, one way or another, you’re beginning to get the drift, we be dead

Whispers and sayings of strangers and living lovers inside of my dream, all inside of my head.

A quick cruise to the state of being frozen-stiff solid and you’ll appreciate the spilled red wine

Just as if you’d visit a recently departed soul of a brother, sister, friend or parent, a silent sign

Becoming the essence of what you were before your folks met eyes, be there or be a square, Al

You and I can’t guess who set this system of ups and downs into motion but still, I’m magical.

The end comes naturally if there’s an origin, all of us here and now, then and there, go darks

Loss of consciousness or obliteration of the matrix which supports the consciousness’ quarks

Salutations praying to a darkness’ matter, fully non-sparkling, burnt atoms of hot collapsings

As if there’s a way to change the momentum of a Singularity’s force, hum hymms, bell rings!

Sixty-eight years these astigmatic eyes have experienced the foggy blur of Time-Space fate

Astronauts and the tiny, nearly invisible zygotes all will die in the end, mortality on a date

At the end of the day, just before or after midnight, Time stops and ends in my soft bedlam

Nights spent unconscious, under the influence of moonshine, inner and outer space Dam.

Earth catches up with the novas before anyone knows, on Ventura highway, the 1 or I-5 gates

One more silver dollar will get ya somewhere but it’ll be at night, ‘neath the desert’s darkstars

Forever and a day, in a desert or at the ocean’s beach, smell the future, full of fake news’ fates

Shared with you now, downloaded to your DNA, killer whales can’t be drivin’ fake solar cars!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 28th, 2019 @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while rockin’ to Eric Clapton #LayDownSally & HITS on youTube link @https://youtu.be/9hQqP6RNnDE }

W.W.A.R.D.?