P H I L O S O P H I A

Saturday, October 26, 2019

#HeyMisterCanYouTellMe #Nothing #TheGhetto

GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE AMEN*

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, October 26, 2019

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Like an arrow with an invisible signal transmitted and received without knowledge, a code

Creepin’ around a lot longer than you planned, almost time to cut it short, all ready to unload

Creatures coming and going as if they never got the word on the boundaries, above and below

Crack in the world where thrillers happen, every twilight zone night is a bactine inception.

Bricks for the layers and workers needing an elevator to get to the top of the tower of Babel

Where the angels couldn’t see, in the blind spots of treason, the light was flooded and bloody

Acclimated to the hot air from the gulf and stagnant trade winds, yet always wanting to flee

From the megamighty and the weak, the collapse of the ground of being, gravity down fall.

Peculiar musk aroma coming out of nowhere special, out of everywhere, holier than thou hole

Word’s down with it, the bacteria and the viruses become the useful idiots of extinction, ipso

On to the next state’s being, an accident somewhere in a whirling vortex lies my unkind mind

One cannot be denied either fire or water, being of the Earth, there’s no dispute of any kind.

Stringbeans and soulmates at the dinner table, soon to leave it without a scratch, just tattoos

On my arms, my back and my chest, I had my legs blown off in the war, I got nothing to lose

All of the ink scarred tissue goes nowhere but deep in a psyche, God no retrieval on the block

Premium games being played, it likes you, you like it, I like it, everybody’s happy, let’s rock!

Full or part of the whole brings at least some evidence of the notion that Time is now, AHO

Amigas and compadres who care to revolt against the status quo, just watch TV, begin Ho!

Down the runways and time lines of the negative and positive, darkness’ white enlightening

Whomever they are, they’ll come in jets, F-4’s for your wealth, Time in Space, a little wing.

r j j stephan, i *I am inside of the Singularity! Just an ubiquitous lyboy in the night!

c. Samedi, ROCKTOBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ rocked the house with Korn #NoWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/N2F3BPQ5k5I }

FINIS

#RealWorld @MatchboxTwenty #HeadHoncho @AlanJackson

CUT OUT THE SALT, CRACKERS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 26, 2019

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Hey now, this is a conditional, exquisite volume of sounds that mean something, dick deliver

From the origin to the destination, the wheels get you there faster, the Time and Space shiver

Aching from all of the negative feedback, static electricity and the function of ennui’s index

Above and below the pits and pendulums of Scaramouch and Brian the Dog, bone the hex.

In nobody’s dreams, not in mine or yours or anyone else’s, a matter of free will is so very sad

Given to everyone who arrives to breathe this Earth’s air, raised to live and die, good or bad

Whether or not there’s a reward or punishment for the actions you’ve performed, kill whistle

Maybe it’s not just a way to motivate the good to remain a good, bad boy, to avoid dark Evil.

Bottom’s were up, dropped out with or without you, all in the moment we were shakin’ hands

Black credit cards barricading the gold dust of the naughty witches;, goddess’ succubus, U.S.

Mothers and fathers let us go away and learn the lessons of the matter and form on the lambs

Finale of the whole skit, the charade that started this clown parade, a promised land circus.

Get your hands off of my pile of cash, no brains to get you off of this planet alive, all gotta die

World won’t stop turning until it’s my turn to move on or move out of this form, hey don’t cry

It’s either hell or high water under the bridge and you’re gonna find out sooner than later, eh

Took your turn on this ride, you rode it out bareback, drunk on a jet, kissed the ground, hey!

When I got back to the world, I didn’t know what would happen and then it flew ‘74 to ‘20

Forty six years on a thunderbolt with a periodic table of lightening from mass, form honey

Rock and roll in your recollection, in your box or in your urn, who got your truck or Harley?

It’s all that matters when doggone1 bones lose the DNA verve, in a box or an urn, I be free!

Frantic and in a stealth mode in the middle of nowhere, nobody can find me, small town

Play poker Friday nights, party down in the hollar on Saturday nights with the clan I own

Red, white and blue flyin’ high with a high volume of protective, defensive ingenuity, dogs

Serious as the bite and the bark, better be very afraid, back to Queens to live like Kings, us.

Somewhere close to where you are, it’s right there where I am, that’s hillbilly significant, eh

I could get in deep and dig down further than the core of a planet or the Sun or Black Hole

Down the Singularity where even Nothing gets no free will to resist, it’s an eternal free fall

From the place your birth in this incarnation began to the place you are now, a seed of hay.

Wheels to move you back and forth from your plush crib to your daily grind, DJ on talk show

It takes a cool redneck to stay solid and in control of reactions to smack talk, easy to cut 5150

So very hard to let that nutty, crazy, half-insane Betty-Sue fake kind of love, it’ll cost ya fifty

It’s all a matter of TIME, I’ll be thinkin’ to saddle up and ride, in Space, as above, so below.

r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 26, 2019 A.D. @ 5:11 PM PST

{ DRAFTED with an ugly sob yet inspired by Alan Jackson groomin’ the muse with #FiveOClockSomewhere on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BPCjC543llU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, October 25, 2019

#DogsOfWarOutTheBackDoor @AC/DC #InTheGame #TheByrds #RockOrBust #TurnTurnTurn #BallsToTheWall #HardTimes

ON YOUR KNEES, #THOR WOKE UP

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 25, 2019

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In the heat of the night, when everything is asleep and hiding from the nocturnal predators

You realize that you’ve awaken from the dream, you’re walkin’ on the moon, in big craters

With or without ladders makes no difference since you can jump higher than Abdul-Jabbar

A bit lonely even though there’s LIVE FEEDS of #sports and satellite-comm from Earth afar.

Now then, I’ll box your ears off if you don’t listen up and comprehend the aces in your hands

Aware that there are some acquaintances who will forget the words, washed to the sea sands

All about the Benjamins, the gold doubloons and the black-faced pumpkins, #Trigger #me2s

If you don’t, somebody will eventually do the deed, to be or not, #StrongArm Joe Getty DF'rs.

#PrincesAndPaupers ruling grounds of being with enculturation, habitual reward to punish

Force the living to behave before dying for no special reason other than being a sinner knish

A thing to be devoured by the spirit sucker outside of this atmosphere or in the Earth core

Inside of or outside of a concept in your mind, an infant’s twerking, growing DNA’s w#ore.

One and the same dream, first asexual male/female life, #faux living amoeba and paramecia

Now and on the way to the final #BlackHole implosion, #MilkyWay galaxy, it’s me, #RiffRaff

Coming sooner or later in every sentient beings’ inherited genome, en-cultured paraphernalia

This AM, Earth shattered, I’m all that’s left, don’t cry, I am free of Adam’s struggle, LAUGH!