#IWishIWishIWish #WellThenWishesDoComeTrue

ON THE CORNER, ON THE BLOCK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

------------wish a MFer would come git it-------------

Loose from the schools of parents and preachers who got here a New York minute ago

Ruby shoes or combat boots all cover up the feet that carry the mother loads of star glow

How old you’ve got to be to learn the facts of life from the gypsy queens in the fairy tales

When the tail in the air waggin’ to and from like there’s no tomorrow, wind in our sales.

Jumped when my pops said jump, moved in a microsecond when the rank ordered the file

Train rolls on from the first track laid to the last track finale of lucid reality, panties in a pile

Down home, back in the hollar where the shine’s produced and quality checked by my posse

All the children I hung out in the ‘hood with, through high school got scared of war, we see?

I flew away to do what the Air Force does to someone who things that they’re out their minds

Cut your hair clean off your skull, forced you to be obedient or receive punishment, amends

Until the training is ingrained into the bones and brain, the personality goes dormant within

Actually being embedded into the new way of being, a mortal that responds to Orders, Ends.

Population of humans and rats, not to mention the rest of the DNA to fly, run and crawl out

Of the muck and mire that has the stench of fifty million years, no place in space no doubt

Out of Time that you never had in the first or last place, nowhere in between is where I am

It’s where I’ll always be where nobody can ever find me, walk right through me, now sram!

If you only had to fly, phuq, eat, drink and lay in a nest until you had to do it again, you’d be...

You’d be an eagle, a man can’t fly but all of the other activities I’ve mastered, therefore I am

An eagle, watching the animals that look like food, a quick snack for the babies and buzzards

Last call for alcohol, soul shine drinks from here on, smoked BBQ bones and bud of orchards.

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r j j stephan, i

c. MONDAY ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:00 HIGH NOON

{ drafted while listenin’ to Allman Brothers Band #Soulshine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pDIQ7Otf1mw }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EAGLES & #ABC's #WaitOnNobody #CantWaitOnYou @AlexanderKing @Littlefoot @Traffic

PEARLS AND THE TROUBLE OF TAO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

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Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they’ll blow the lid off of the con job

TV, radio, printed word in every language, different truths for different readers ROM

Because what they remember of what they read is all they have to induce the deduction

Yielding a conclusion to believe because there’s proof that it’s true, a sugar daddy bum.

Fake news and the false alarms that warn us that they lie like rugs on flat, chess board floors

Juice for the rest of the night past the 12:00 curfew, Jack and 7’s a bit past three thirty, I die

Then on to the quilts on the bed in the den, TV on without sound, rockin’ & rollin’ trap doors

Invitations to everyone alive, becoming the potential and leaving your dead shell, chill, lie.

Sparks to ignite the fuel upon the ground, above and below the skirts I got to hike for me

They all slipped away the next day or next week, next year, either way, they all come n’ go

Fussin’ and fightin’ until the last gasp in the craw, it’s je ne sais pas, merci beaucoups bro

Turn your back on us after we’ve worshipped the ground we walk on, struggle, climb, be.

Nothing is going to matter in the long run after you’ve checked out of your slot here in flow

Pleasant dreams to the blinded by the life light and the death haunt, bogey men midstream

Waiting on you to scream bloody murder, afraid of your shadow and nobody but a psycho

Hunting and fishing, eating the living and dumping recycled stench, ghetto water dream!

You saw it before I did, then it fades at the same rate, it’s gone for you but I can still oversee

Matter of the forms in the vision and memories of recollected happenings, trippin’ for free

Dignity of dogs and billionaire moguls, rogues being helped out of Hades, dream Word’s up

To the heart and soul of it, the happening of the nanometers and astronomical world cup.

Light broke through the crack in the world, I suddenly woke up and there was music playin’

All of the songs I like, the rhythm and blues, the jazz, the progressive and old school rockin’

Groovin’ on a Monday afternoon, in or out of my groove tube, every song springs up in tune

With the thoughts of perfection and wonderful pleasure to be here and now, leavin’ too soon.

You can only step into the same river once, impossible to step into the same river twice, see?

Sun rises in the east and sets in the west, days turn into nights and we’re all literally, the free

Souls and minds opened for the flow of the sun’s plasma, whine of the star nova, it had a fit

Upset minds and souls in despair, keys to the extinction of the species, rock, paper, that’s It.

Leaving town, leaving the territory and putting everything you know in the rear view mirror

That’s something that only the most fed-up ever experience, everyone else, stays in the corner

Fear and loathing of happiness and sadness that results from being conceived and born foal

Scorn for the ancestors and descendents who inherited blind faith from a white or black hole.

Psychotic reactions to being misunderstood by lovers n’ friends who won’t be homecomin’

Back to the place you’ve gone to for good or evil, it’s where the gravity made the soul fall in

Down the matrix’ vortex to spin the wind out of every atom within, anti-gravity’s singularity

Shapes of a genome, to be seen and touched, smelled, tasted and listened to, made it snappy!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, ROCKTOBER 28TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM

{ DRAFTED while jammin’ to @Traffic #DearMisterFantasy & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vxVlN-LzIks }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Repeat #AdInfinitum #DirtyWorkIsDone

BEATEN DIQUES & EXTINCTION *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 27, 2019

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Square jaws cubed to the ninth power, a man hung around with the bats in the belfry

Chances are you’ll never see him but he’s always around somewhere, waitin’ for a cry

In the semblance of reality, a man in tights and a mask and a cape, beaten up thugs

Reality should set in eventually and the eyes that stayed for the encore, bugs on rugs.

Splendid dreams and mighty peculiar words spewing from the fountain of silly tricks

Magic words of the spell change every day, coded to avoid the thievery of the diques

Mountains to the seas, everything was underwater and underground, just a tiny tease

Out of nowhere to evolve from a cell to a prison cell, American, Russian or Chinese.

Menudo of the alphabet entering the number line, causing the unknown to flourish

From x to y to z, angles, triangles, squares and multi-sided empty forms, it’s all fresh

Been everywhere there is to be, all around from north to south, east to west, let’s roll

For the duration of the wobble, twirl and revolution around the holy soul of old Sol.

You may or may not be the man or woman you’re supposed to be but not in a black hole

In the end, it’s all smoke and mirrors to make life look like it’s more than a funny, bad joke

Funny or at least peculiar that the comedy and tragedy shift on whims, out of air control

Emergency and red alert for no reason, just because it’s a thing we do, we are the wild folk.

From Time immemorial to the present day, here and now the function is askew, not in synch

Like a needle scratchin’ out of the groove, you miss the words to the tune, skippin’ n’ loopin’

Happiness is all you’ll ever get, it’s what you hope for here on the planet, before after birthing

I see what you’re saying, I hear you, yo comprendo senorita, shots to the bullseye target link.

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r j j stephan, i *BATMAN

c. Sunday ROCKTOBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #AmericanWoman & HITS by Guess Who? link @ https://youtu.be/3r_qd2yxIsM & Led Zeppelin #RambleOn link @ https://youtu.be/GdiN0sW-wVU }

W.W.A.R.D.?