@BabyILoveYou #MyNeckIsRed & #MyCollarsBlue

LESS THAN MORE, LAST FOREVER

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 9, 2019

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I heart you and me for the Hades of it, there’s no rhyme or reason for a super bee sting skree

We drove the driver out of his mind, he was all over the road, lucky we made it to apple NYC

Goin’ over the Jersey side is one thing but gettin’ close to the #Philly side, the river is all wet

It’s dry in Jersey though, can’t get a drop of liquor in the joints on Sunday, drunk, thirsty pet.

Hearts and souls all in for the ride, strapped, ready to roll down the road, neverland paradise

Wait and see if this sailing is all it’s cracked up to be, I’ve been flyin’ and rollin’ two of my die

Dice and die, two or one, never three for a #BunkoSix, it ain’t my fault you’re sad in the Styx

Away from where you’re going, down here by the river by me, Northwind will blow you a fix.

Without a soul you can go but you’ve got to have a heart, not just to beat but to feel the love

From inside and outside of this slippery slope of a conscious awareness, it’ll all end this way

Like an electric lightbulb in the middle of the #Darkness where blind men fear to tread to me

Ice cold and boiling hot, the nature of the star’s evolved matter, your DNA, our genome glove.

Appearances of the existence of an immortal angel, devil, god or Oneness sitting as Buddha

On the bottom of the coccyx tail bone, meeting the ground of stardirt, swept gold, Ma & Pa

I wanted to know, y’all didn’t care, now I know, it’s all been said and done, we are through

Nothing is everything and that will be True forever, that will never be False, you wanna sue?

Hold on tight because it’s gonna be a very bumpy road and if you’re ready to rock, 1, 2, 3 go

It’s the color of my world, deep blue and cosmic purple on the way to crimson infrared, #JLo

Why, how, when, where are all fine beginnings but now it’s time for the #Ends, I promised

Sometimes kids get murdered, other times The Man calls your patriotism to die, out-bled.

Just tools for the #Ends and that’s why the rats snitch and murder one another, it’s the #End

Takes such a long time to get from being a little kid and on to the lendin’, earnin’, #Cashin’

Gold or green, bling bling or just pretty river rocks, mountain stones and pebbles of stardirt

What’s left after all of this jive moves on downwind, downriver from me, myself and I, #$hit!

by

r j j stephan, i #BEATthis

c. BLOVEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM EDT

{ drafted jam to Everlast wink with #Devadip Carlos Santana for #sinners still dreamin’ with #LightsOut, deep space link @ https://youtu.be/AXLAT9nbQgI?list=RD0szqyWvPNKY }

 #HappinessIsAMapThatSitsOnHerDoorway #ThisAintOver @3AM

 #DoNotLieToMeToday

W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesAintTrippin' #WheresTheCocksAndTails ? @CocktailsForAll #WhereDoYouGetOff ?

UP AND DOWN, WALKIN’ THE DOG*
by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, November 8, 2019

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Pertaining to nothing, there is a black hole over here underneath a dead head cracked skull

I don’t know what or why or when or how or who for that matter, naught here is known at all

Features of the creatures left here by exhaust fumes of a Big Bang or two, it’s in the red blood

Atomic washers and dryers full of excreted liquid, solid and gas of your OMa & OPop’s hood.

One day and one night under the covers of being alive, a dream deep in another dream of RA

Sun, moon, planets including the Earth, smokin’ volcanoes and cigars here and now, OORAH

Up in cracked up holes, smoke rises up from the burnt star’s sediment, gold dust of my mama

Reading tomes for recorded power of the mind, there’s nothing but dead air, Grateful Deadly.

Texas to California, Washington, Montana, Mississippi and Illinois, repeat ad infinitum, son

#Woke and #Asleep tightly in the goose down silk comfort, no bugs in my rugs, just mi mi mi

Songs created from the chords of the A’s B’s C’s D’s E’s F’s & G’s, rock, jazz, blue classic mold

All in, Ukraine to the blues of Memphis, Tennessee, cornfields of Iowa, California stated gold.

We have moved, we’ve been animated by the bangs of the Bigs, the ones who dunk the rocks

In and out of the baskets go the balls for no reason other than to count points by live deadline

Game is over at the sound of the gun, the buzzer, bells ring and days end, black light’s so fine

All may be bright or dim but the light is all there is, star-suns blink on supernova gamecocks!

What I am and what I ain’t are One and the same thing, nothing at all, deep into a DNA hater

Where the acid thinks for itself with or without you and I, none of us is needed, we be fodder

For the Cosmic Cake being baked in the black holes of our ancestors’ origin, guitar and drums

Played classic pieces from eons of pounding on animal skin, blowin’ air into west coast bums.

Bringin’ it all on home now, there’s War and there’s Peace, we don’t choose but ‘who’ do ‘G’?

Not you or anyone you know, not me either but I do know who is at the bottom of the #Trip

Beauty and the Beast, we’ve come far from the packs of Lucky Strikes and Camels, all for me

Punk I was, they called me that on the asphalt jungle dead-end street I left, disappeared see?

With or without my dog put to sleep, I am still the Man with God’s gift, an inherited black sea

Spun, wobbled, turned around in an infinite circle of spins and revolutions in Space’s Time in

No time outs left in the bag, everything is broken into shattered shards of nuclear fusion tea

Hot water, cold stones and that is all she wrote yoyo, go ahead and jump for your love, a Sin.

BY

R J J STEPHAN, I

c. FRIDAY, B L O V E M B E R the 8TH, 2019 A.D.

{ jammed out of a SouthJersey.com { Maple Shade, New Jersey } crawl space while listenin’ to the #Beats of Grateful Dead 1987 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Psychedelics & Philosophy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vGhMdhdDIlM }

* Header reflecting Duncan Yo-Yo #Imperial & #Butterfly fanaticism!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GratefulDead #NowhereToHideToday

ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME? I JUST DIED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 7, 2019

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In a movie or #IRL matters about as much as water freezing or boiling, dense matter-mind

Looking into the middle of the recollection of sensory perception from birth to death, caput

It’s over when it’s over, what you see is what you got, this here and that there, dad knows it

Mama made me in fear of my life from the long arms of the law, police, sheriff and the pope!

I told the gods I was heartily sorry for having offended the nature of the beasts, all too human

Harder than it ever had to be, first things first, birth, time travel, death, recycle, do it again

Why though? Just a question, if it’s not too much trouble to ask and answer, don’t walk away

Stay right here and give it your best shot, reason for being alive here & now, why, why, why?

Start at the get-go when your eyes first become wide open with the nature of the Truth, death

Your friends and relatives leave before you but you gotta go too, wicked, good, weak or strong

Pertaining to feelings surrounding this Live-Evil, your personal, conscious awareness’ breath

On the nature of cosmic Evolution, Plato & Aristotle didn’t comprehend Socrates’ scree-song.

On one hand, there’s Forms and on the other there’s Substance, now go on, have a good day

Epic drama right there before our very eyes, blinded by light from a neutron star, Milky Way

This ain’t China or Iceland or Mazatlan, but at least you can drink the water without choking

Elements of mud, blood and beer hops from the millennia, drinkin’ my Mind’s wide opening.

Only the survivors grieve after they have calmed their own fears and concerns, no duodenum

You didn’t need it and I didn’t want it, nobody can squat where I squat, I own the Space-dirt

Come inside of my space at your own risk, you may either disintegrate or dissolve into scum

Like shower water goin’ down the drain, Truth is man, a west-coast explosion of a GD #Bum!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, BLOWVEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Eric Burdon and War #HomeCookin’ & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CCVBegbvp24 }

W.W.A.R.D.?