#AhHehlNo #WARTheBand #ACDC

FLY ON A WALL, ON THE BORDER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 15, 2019

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Frozen water in the shape of a fake heart, in gloved hands of a woman, ready to make a move

To be or not to be all, it’s not the only question but it’s all about the First Light’s time of day

What’s reality without peasants and royalty, asymmetrical triggering from discipline’s groove

Explosions induced by the pressure of blood inside a bag of bones, that’s life, the people say.

Here and now, then and there, this Time and Space, I insist it be my matrix of choice, death

This is what it’s like, dead and alive at the same time, within a New York minute’s blind faith

On the name of the game, all the people have said is just an accident of woman's’ womb soil

Silence broken by the noise of the revolution of the Earth, civilized counter revolution recoil.

Senseless like a mother’s consciousness after childbirth, glad the pain’s over until a future fit

When the manifestation of being all too human defers to being the children of divine ala Void

Black, silent, a grim darkness, nothing but what’s been annihilated, a phantasmagorical idiot

It is pitiful and simultaneously the target of my despair, to be you or me, blood, life, android.

I shudder to look at the light coming through the prism, blinded by the white rainbow in a fit

On the floor, under the ground, up in the air with nowhere to go but around in an infinite pit

Open hole in a twilight zone where sleep is awake and woke is a supreme dream of slumber

Grown without obstruction in a cemetery’s tomb, down in a grave without a breath of the air.

No fear of the hideous and revolting, blinded and deaf, without the disorder of being human

Pure food for mothers’ fathers to survive on the burned out ash of this star system’s flim flam

Growing seeds of Time and Space, now, here with no place left to go, my matrix-damned men

The new end is like the old loose end, ready to be tied but impossible to connect, it’s the Zen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 15TH, 2019 A.D. @ 2:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #SUMMER by The Original WAR Band on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gSQAlfyaKyc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JumpOnTopOfTheCasket #ElderSicilianWomenRock

PREMATURE AFTERBIRTH, OMGs

by

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