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MANTRA ULTRAVIOLET BLUES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 28, 2019

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If you would have seen what I saw, the first thing I saw when I came into this world, you’d die

Somebody put me on a freezing cold table after being in 100 degree liquid for days and days

There is magic in the veins of the dirty rocks that hold the silver and the gold, left over bang

From the Big One, it all went up in smoke, loudly and without any fanfare, nobody to hang!

Listened to the sensitive kinds of special people that I’ve run into now and then, all gave in

To the misunderstandings of my language, my responses to the logic and reason of Timing

I loved her from the first sight, every night until she gave me the final decree, my signing

Of the men and mice I’ve beaten in chess or caught in traps for vermin salads, in Sing Sing.

Eventually the whole shebang will come in collapsing on my head but not without protest

I will not go quietly into the night and ride off into the sunset, it’s not my thing to be a pest

But if that’s what it takes to get some important point across to someone who’s at the doors

Fine with me, just never want to waste my precious time, it’s all I’ve got, it’s mine not yours.

A last will and testament is fine for those who have possessions they think are valuable relics

For the friends and family left behind in the dust and dirt you used to cling to, bunch of dicks

Lost by being banned for the sake of the burned out minds inside of the editorial staff of dust

In one ear and out of the other, art and the arrows shot at the target fill my eye with red rust.

Once and for all, like the musketeers, one for all and all for one, that is the way it’s got to be

If not you or me then who will get this train on the track and keep it moving to the gas station

A place ending the story of beginning with an unknown, radical, twisted differential equation

Quantum mechanics and flawless formal logic get me right here and now, I’m your honeybee.

Sensitive kinds let you know and you’ll discover that is always the ticket to paradise, two toes

On the way to paradise, there’s a slippery slope from a like to a love, matters to here and now

You know and nobody else does, don’t say a word about it and it will remain homerun blows

Better be throwin’ strikes 95mph ‘cause there’s an ace pitcher in the bullpen with a holy cow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi ROCKTOBER 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Eric Clapton & JJ Cale #TheProblem link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/RC9feonEx5A }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

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ON THE CORNER, ON THE BLOCK

by

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 }

 

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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 }

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