#JumpOnTopOfTheCasket #ElderSicilianWomenRock

PREMATURE AFTERBIRTH, OMGs

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 14, 2019

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You know what I mean when I think about #ArmsSales and then lie about Truth to you

In the morning after a long evening asleep in a dream state of being, a supernatural fool

For the sake of being responsible for my obligations, I have none, therefore, I am alright

I think I am alright anyway it goes, lucky to have been here for a NY minute for the fight.

Digested the presence of the presents for Christmas and my seventy birthdays, give or take It

A box with a sweater or a set of boxing gloves or a saxophone, I could blow the horn or fake it

Deeper than purple and more floyd than the pink, superb malfunction of yo’ mama’s friends

Disappointed with the Truth of pain and suffering in Time And Space, move onto the Ends.

Where everything goes up because it can’t get down any further than the ground of all souls

Emptiness between the stars and planets far exceeds my insight into the Trix and Cheerio

It’s all about me and not laughing dogs that are chompin’ at their bits ready to chew y’alls

Marchin’ through the pain, privates, sergeants and captain’s feet, rise war, afoot, git git ho!

We had a song, we sang it once and then we died under the waving flag of black X’s & O’s

Whomever started this crown of thorns in the head of the gods, they’re to blame for defeat

Nothing you can do about it being that fortunate son with silver spoon or rummage blows

Jolly Roger flag of the skull and crossbones, patched eye and crushed velvet on raw meat.

Spearheads in rib cages of the buried bones of humanity’s skeletons, Jolly Roger’s stronger

Than the life that moves the Earth around in circles, in perpetuity, never ending story, to sir

All you can do is laugh or cry and there’s nothing else to know about, a philosophical twerp

A will to survive makes no difference, sisters fall, resist we must, it’s a renaissance, brother!

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 14, 2019 A.D. @ 11:45 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Michael Crichton #Sphere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/74eRSVR1Cdo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllPeopleGottaEat #NowEatMoreFaster

IN A BAG, GUNN-DOWN IN A NEST

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 14, 2019

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It is an observation from the eyes I’ve inherited from the genome I have been loosed upon

A miracle or not, an accident of collisions without permission of a Saturn ring of lollipops

From Mercury to Pluto, this is all we can find in the darkness’ doubt, I’m a loafer, ‘How fun!’

Then get back to the reality of every day life, wake up, wash up, work it up to dunk lay ups.

I ran through the jungle because I didn’t know I was the only living thing there, I’m no prey

But on my naked knees I crawled through the jungle, like a snake without lookin’ back to see

What was chasin’ my tail, looked just like me and it was and is and always will be, a lowdown

Way high up in the sky, just eight or nine miles straight up, my Black Jack’s last-call frown.

On the walk back to the room in the barracks where the single stripers of first and third class

Cut into the commissions’ leaves of absence, 2ndLT to the Four Star orders to annihilate us

Baptized just to receive the Last Rights to the angelic realm we fear to meet at death’s bust

Everybody has to get out of here, off of the Earth before the Supernova’s melted atom blast.

Twelve years, more or less, educated to let you in on the secret that the sun’s gone to hell

Hot as a pistol and the only thing that keeps us sustained, fools pretending to be so rouge

Of the negative and positive charges of the black and white light, hot fire, ring a dumbbell

A woolly bully and nothing but your mother’s boyfriends’ underwear, dirty laundry stooge!

Here and there, a chance presents opportunity, we move between all that calculus’ justice

God, good, Evil, bad, live good, die bad, that’s all you’ve got to know, it’s futility I can resist

On the fine line from the origin to the final end, last breath pull in a vacuum, bones’ dice

Rolled sevens and elevens, easy or the hard way, indeed the middle Way of the Zen’s gist.

Remedies for the god forsaken are all underground, buried with your mama’s grand mama

Fathers bones are all pulverized and turned to dust to make room for the new skeletons’ Ra

Voided transfer, protection from the conception, saved by the rubber and IUD intelligentsia

Words are up, we all got down and the #LATINOBAMA now rule the roost, encore Eurasia!

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 14th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ dropped in from the muse while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p_yR4snCl9c?list=RDp_yR4snCl9c & then rewarded with the movie, #LordOfWar starring Nicholas Cage Tomb link @ https://youtu.be/ZpqHrqF4MO4 }

FINIS

#WeHaveNoIssues #SitOnItAMinute

CATALEPTIC IN CHATANOOGA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 13, 2019

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Time out in Space, chug-a-lug causes of effects, conformity to scientific repetition of things

Danger zones from the start to the finish, the many attempting to steal your cool, hot air

As if you have the only air there is, they’ve got to have yours in particular, it just ain’t fair

But then nothing is ever fair when the will to power is in neutral with man-pony tail hair.

Either styled or straight razored bald, the head housing the brain and mind in free fall

Without the consciousness, with no perception, nothing remains in the being’s big ball

Being and Nothingness were always much closer than they seemed at my singular glance

Upon further introspection on the nature of this beast, my pop got in my mama’s pants.

In love they were for the moment that nature pulled the plug on extinction’s malfunction

Lost sleep that is a need for the dream to be staged can never be recovered, it’s a lost sin

Under an apple tree or just kin of the ape men left over from the flood of Earth’s junction

It’ll never be the same now that we know the Truth, shots’ candy-man comin’, a tooth siren.

A live thing reversed, an evil thing alive yesterday, today and tomorrow, just a sad scarab

Tale of the way of a soul at one with nothing but itself, identified as an entire cosmic blob

A beatle’s nest of smiling faces with or without the mindfulness of wisdom, a reason’s why

Hiding snakes in handshakes, mighty tough pats on the backside, Truth’s always on the fly.

Every picture tells a story to the one who’s ready to hear the words, comprehending love

In the middle of nowhere, a feeling pulled from deep down under the flow of fool’s gold

Covered up everything and still the day you were born was written all over your hot face

Fortune of the cash is one thing but the luck I had the day heaven dropped your mold.

Moonshine and sunshine are the only real things in heaven and on Earth, all of it is white

Fall in love if you’re lucky and get it reciprocated because it’s irresistible, cataleptic fight

Lookin’ in each others eyes, we can see whatever light’s within, sunk deep down, blue soul

On the way down, during the fall in love, I tried to cease and desist but fell in my sinkhole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday ROCKTOBER 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Morganwallen #UpDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }

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