P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, October 24, 2019

#StraightToHell #InAHandbasket #TheManWhoStoleYourWater @BruceSpringsteen @JacksonBrowne @SteelyDan @Hardy

FREEDOM SAXO IN BLACK JEANS **

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, October 24, 2019

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It’s got legs and it’s not gonna stop for anybody, savants and slobs from the mothers’ holes

Pregnant from an idiot and a moron with severed testes, now girl you gotta go on all alone

What it’s like to be a boy or a girl that came from you mama, it’s a trip, a for real head trip

Good men and bad women tell the lies and the truths that will get us over, a sax to get us by.

Broken hearts in Houston and Milwaukee, Bronx to Watts and everywhere between, it lives

Lives of the many and the few, all playin’ the game that seems like it’s everything under stars

You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about, happiness’ love, love and glee in the honey bee hives

Red light and blue light comin’ for the whites and blacks, black whites, you dig what I mean?

Static and clarity broadcasting from high atop the tallest trees and buildings of mankind’s sin

This here and now is the fault of the mouths that contained the silver spoons of broken hearts

Stacks of dead bones in boxes and pictures of pain, flashin’ back into the infinite recollectin’

Happy life, happy wife, deadman’s hands are face up on the table, all in, betting is over, I win!

Thinkin’ about this love I’ve given to the beings who got damned by the free wills of the gods

Oh, what it’s like to live without being in agreement with the world outside of my clear skin

.45’s and 30:06’s wavin’ in the air with the swords and plows, workin’ the ground of being sin

This whipped up into a frenzy turns out to be all of it, some of it, none of it, driven red bloods.

Fallen down to the substratum of the ground, below the foundation, deep in a sandy dune

Lookin’ up since there is no down being there at the first cause, the origin of the silver spoon

Time and Space are the tickets, yeah, that’s it, the maximum score of pretenders and goons

Punks, pimps and slobs that moved out, silver spoons and drugs in tow, death spit of ruins.

Texas storm blown to Mexico’s gulf, in the flood, the swimmers survive, holdin’ their breath

Top of a volcano in Peru or Alaska, blown inner molten rock that only rolls downhill, death

It’s comin’ without you knowin’ at any time, any day, early or late, awake or in your sleep, yep

Game played, rules created from the cosmic stardust in no man’s land, that’s life, here we go!

r j j stephan, i **Header is the #BigMan #RIP Clarence Clemons shreddin’ his saxophone in perpetuity!

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted in the Cadillac while listenin’ to Houseofpain deep end of #SkidRoad on a #SlowRoll link @ https://youtu.be/zBF3NreXHYY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

#WhoDoYouThinkYouAre #OfCourse #OhMama

PICK STIX, A FUSCIA NUNCHUKA

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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If you know how to use it, you’ll never lose it, keep it real and never forget the sunny day

Blue skies just a shade of the white-black reflection of photons and neutrons on the display

You hit a few of ‘em in the head, arms and legs, that’s why 20 against 1 wasn’t a fair mind

Wild as the first animal evolved from the muck, movin’ and eatin’ and dyin’ in a snow blind.

Pretenders on the left and the right of me and you, unless you’re stillborn or dead, I do pledge

Trouble now and double trouble in a few minutes, just in the Peace mode and can’t get it out

Only if I must, if I’m forced to whip upon the wild horses to get ‘em to gallop off the cliff edge

Broke my heart in two but you didn’t know you had the power, guess I’ll always have a doubt.

You can fool me sometimes, I don’t know about you but I hate when I say bless her heart

Give her a pass, forgive her like she’s supergirl or wonder woman, life’s short, do a restart

Appearances in front of the strangers, up there on the stage, singin’ and dancin’ to and fro

Everything’s broken and it always was my fault, I caused it to crash and burn, man I blow.

Got as hot as a pistol and everything seemed to be slowing down, then quickening, I robot

Not the usual way to watch the world go by, in a coma with an unconscious, miraculous dot

Microdoted and filed in the field of black microbial shadows, catlike forms skedaddle on top

Smoke and mirrors cannot explain the forms in the vision, recollected just like it was, pop!

It scurried along the top of the fence, darker than the darkness around it, gettin’ a live wire

Out of my night blind eyesight with the ambient black neon light, my heart is still hot on fire

Birds tweeting the songs I’ve heard for seventy years, some kind of wonderful, sweet tweet

Strokes of fortune and direction of the will, intent of a thing that thinks it’s Greta Van Fleet!

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to T.Rex #BangAGong link @ https://youtu.be/TVEhDrJzM8E & Greta Van Fleet #HighwayTune link @ https://youtu.be/aJg4OJxp-co }

FINIS wward NOW

#FightThePowerIfYouDare #TheHeatIsOn

TOOTH DECAY MATTERS, EH?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 23, 2019

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There’s no need to get all crazy about it, facts are facts, #FWAAT Canada-Hong Kong rocking

No queen or secretary of state available for comment on insignificance of Trumpism, a viking

What do you think about that? You know that I know what you think, it all comes down Jack

We gotta eat to live, to stay alive it’s either kill or be killed, a homer, raw McDonoh’s BigMaq.

#YellowSnowFlakes or #Shaq, quite a juxtaposition of opposite philosophies of existence, we

Unless you’re a monk livin’ in a cave on a 3 hill island, the Ugly, the Good and the Bad to be

All three formerly mountaintops of volcanoes until Earth shifted the oceans place in Space

An axis shift and a velocity decrease of both the orbit and the wobble-revolution, Sunny Daze.

It’s customary to attempt to crucify your skin and bones in an airless gas chamber, choke up

On the bat, wood to a head like in the olden days when the young bucks ran rampant, #STFU

Steps up and down the ladders and stairways to heaven and around in circular jerks’ parties

Remain calm when you discover the actual Truth about this matrix for unholy spirits’ envies.

Does anything survive the flesh and bone when it’s animation of itself fails into freeze-frame

#DeepFake to the nucleus, now, a video created by Chinese Zen Masters, martyrs of my Tao

You know and I know nothing more than what’s right in front of an open door of perceptions

Cause of the First Cause is the indeterminate principle, not for you to know, perfect 7th sons.

Conditions of the categorical imperative and the metaphysics of the Form and Matter of Id

Wearing nothing at birth and totally ignorant of what had just happened, startled by Light

If lucky or not, here and now is for some but not for all, it’s not All for One and One for All

Glad you could get to the end of the path in One piece, an unbrave, old world of Eve’s Fall.

Utter emptiness outside of this atmosphere, boys and girls have bones in bags’ of acid DNA

Acid moving, eating other moving things after boiling or frying, cooking the meat of holy prey

Truth makes you cry so go ahead and cry on my shoulder, it will All be Over sooner than then

Well, any second of any moment of any night or day, a last breath’s ovum, yo mama’s a hen.