#CantStopAFreightTrain #YesICanYesICan #YouGottaBelieve #IfNotYouThenWhoWill?

TIED TONGUE, FATHER OF MINE?

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 1, 2019

 -- click click boom --

Nice to be in paradise when you’re lost but if you know someone, it’s better to assimilate chit

Head down in your hands because you might think that it’s all over and you’ll pay for my sins

But you won’t, remember before your mother and father met? Oh well, just forget about it

Nothing matters in the long run, it’s a logical conclusion from the deduction of assumptions.

What in the name of God are you doin’ with your only life you’ll get in Time, not much eh?

It’s all your fault regardless if you’re an orphan or a well adjusted clergyman or statesman

Responsible for all of your actions once your zygote emerges from the holy tomb of mama

I speak in forked tongues only when necessary to disguise what I do, click, click boom, man.

Freaks and gypsies don’t think twice about takin’ your cash if it’s what you need lose, it’s fine

No holding back at the exits to the freeways, at the stop lights, with a homemade card cosign

Without a begging beggar, all you get is a homeless no count, jacked up hobo with punk pores

Getting a whiff of freedom and the notion that you pay for what you get, get what you pay for.

Groomed to deteriorate into the function of the living ghost on the west coast, mama’s fakers

Where it never rains in California, down south near the wave surf by the PCH, past breakers

Watchin’ this world breathe in and out, air and burgers, stayin’ alive for the #FakeNews to be

What can never be the Truth, what has never and will never happen, Lies of the gods’ skree.

It came and it’ll go, whether we like it or not, living die and dead do not round trip this fight

Tapped for a sad finale, you gotta admit you finally lose all of your liberty, at an absurd height

You can’t be free of mortal bones, all 208 of them will disintegrate sooner or later into fame

It’s OK though, made love, counted to 10, prayed to #FakeGods ‘cause dad gave me a name.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST

{ raised this from the dead while listenin’ to @Everclear #EverythingIsWonderfulNow & #AMRadio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUfgAbFY4CA }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

HAPPY ALL SAINTS DAY @PapaFrancis & the minions of my forefathers and foremothers ad infinitum! #EaglesRuleInFlight

A BIG ONE GOT AWAY, IT’S A CRIME

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 1, 2019

--------------- FREEDOM AIN'T FREE -------------

If you think you’re gettin’ over then you just don’t get it, nobody gets over it, all, none

Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter, it’s gonna happen anyways, 5 in the cold morning

Maybe on the way to work or on vacation or maybe just in your sleep, before AM sun

For the sake and for the purpose of the species genome, we’re filled and bleed red blood.

It may be blue, runnin’ through the veins for mosquitoes to suck out life while still blue

Before it gets back to the heart to flow from head to toe, fed my mind and soul, but it’ll fly

Landed right here and now in front of the scales, to weigh my doubts casting spells to die

Friends, foes hit witches all alike, the same exact measure of west side, blind faith brew.

Gone way before the Time in Space was finished with God’s dam and animated toys n’ boys

Alive in caves, condos, tents, campers and high redwood trees, livin’ as high as a man can be

Inside the body and what’s left of the blown away wits, live like whales in the river, no can do

Run out of the room to swim up and downstream, sea to shining sea, pole to pole, let us go!

Wait! What? We’re already gone with the stars, stripes, bars, red, green, blue and pure white

As it is when you’re blinded by stars, staring into the sun’s bright burn, killin’ what don’t fight

Eating, absorbing and defecating the feces of faces, Adam’s, Eve’s matrix of ruby red road dirt

Full of the matter, made the energy squeeze into 208 bones, word a tie-died Dead Lot T-shirt.

Days gone, I’ve been gone quite a while and still hear the sounds of the Eagles Talon on prey

Grabbing and squeezing the breath back into the thin air above and below, rolled in the hay

Princes and paupers, boys and girls, all with the code of Acid, sunlight’s animation of gases

Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, CO2 kept us alive and caused the happy ending for the masses.

Ripped up the roads and paper trails, kept us alive for thousands of years, all up in gunsmoke

Fired up from hot, flame sparks, matches sulfur on hard strikers, friction’s never a funny joke

What made us all too human, fire for life and death, solar signals creating bytes and synapses

On the nature of the Word made Flesh, what’s already been said you know, a red heart seizes.

A big one came and went without me, it got away fast like a ship in the night, a diamond word

It was a title, beginning and end of the story, our story, every one of us, with or without a bird

White dove of paradise being the spirit of the Holy of Holies, where the choir sings the hymn

Mighty and weak, all here fine or in decline, the price is high enough to pay, all you got Slim!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of the heavens while listenin’ to #Golddust of Joe Walsh @Daryl's House Club jammin’ in the garage on youTube link @https://youtu.be/efB3aQkZS1g }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisTownAintGotNoHeart #ShakeDownStreet #JustGottaPokeAround *FOR THE EYES THAT SPOOK EASILY! DO NOT PASS AWAY!

STRANGE BUT, WHICH WITCH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 31, 2019

------------------midnight past----------------

Good, bad and ugly, we witches got it all, full throttle to the finish line, nowhere in sight

It’s a matter of form and when you discover the nature of babies, you will just wanna fight

With me or anyone in sight of your knuckles, fists and feet, miles from the ending, I move

On and off at my own will, free as it can be, assuming I am here at all, laughin’ my groove.

Punishment and reward for the things we do, good, bad and indifferent, I am what I am

What that is cannot be determined, it’s an indeterminate principle, bumpy road of the jam

Traffic moves inch by inch and I fall deep asleep before the dream ends, I live, I die, in L.A.

But why, accident or punishment for disobedience of a cosmic source, jezus, god or the RA.

I ain’t from Carolina or Mississippi but I’ve been down south to visit the folks incarcerated

Here and now with the crackers and the honkees on the block, on the farm, the livin’ dead

Nothing to do when you’re locked up for breakin’ laws of man and god as above, so below me

Jack rabbits dyin’ for my campfire, I eat the muscle off their T-bones, hey, freedom ain’t free.

Compare this magic of these words to the magic of the spells of witches’ and warlocks’ gods

What matters in the long and short run is that I’m alive, still above the ground, chewing cud

One on and off turning into two, three ad infinitum, population rollin’ along the marble slab

Earth, the planet, the dead star stuff, it will be alright when you die, chill out now, be a slob.

That witch in the house up the hill, where ghosts go in the daytime to hide from what I say

Battered women and downtrodden men, honkies, punks and gangsters, live a day & then die

No way to predict the nature of the beast or what exactly will happen now, bright light of day

Wake up, go back to sleep cowboys! Sky is high but so is your head so git ready to deep fry.

Crackers and honkies playin’ with lady luck like it’s their right to capture the swag, in the hay

Locked and loaded to put a round in my heart, stone dead to the rest of the DNA, what I say?

Beat me and I’ll beat you back, up and down until you don’t know your name, dead and gone

Hustled ladies and gentlemen and put their ghosts inside their 208 bones for the corn pone.

Busted loose from the matrix with the head witch and her minions, holy ghouls and goblins

I can’t confront that one trick pony, so strange in or out of the grave, live or dead mortal sins

Bobbin’ for apples, pinnin’ tails on the donkey, watchin’ the days pass like pills in a pill box

Every week emptied and refilled for the duration of the huffs and puffs I get, God, life rocks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 31, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HOLOWEEN JAMZ on youTube #RunninWithTheDevil etc link @ https://youtu.be/HefrXSUMbEA & gettin’ ready to bake some DEAD TREATS for the ghouls link @ https://www.food.com/recipe/corn-pone-225175 }

W.W.A.R.D.?