*4CorneredRoom @WARtheBand is #BlueOnBlack #ChristmasSongsOfCharlesMingus #MIlesDavis #SoWhatChief

 

YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE 

by 

RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, 12/9/2019 

*memoryBlackHoleRightHereRightNow

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If you ask me, which you did not, there’s no reason why you can’t just play purple blues

That’s all a matter of Time and Space in consciousness’ display of sensation, high blows

Rational thought of the hairless apes above and below the Mason-Dixon random equator

Fattest spot of the planet Earth at this junction, where the squash is most terrible, whore.

Sharp swords thrust deeply into hearts n’ souls, deleted programs, bald heads of naked apes

Older they get the longer they think they know it all when they really don’t, they find Vapes

It’s as fine as an excited electron attempting to gain entry into the revolution of the H-atoms

Mixing very fine spirits with foreign substances, quarks of the herd, it’s begun, there it Ends.

Jacked up or down into a pitiful level of uncertainty in which you think you exist, you’re saps

But you think you do and that’s sufficient to accept a code of morality and ethics, inbred furs

Bad additions into locked jail, locked prison cells, the hoosegow of bamboo-shoot sharp traps

Mother and father left you in a basket of blankets at the front door of my home sweet homers.

Paragon of moral certitude, superman plan for a black hole full of minions, fallen ill of chaos

Adolescence through maturation, hard work and a knack for slapping the Good, a mush face

Success beyond extinction of the mind, in the head of boys on Earth, illusory UV blue tin box

Not funny like a clown with a sad face, unacceptable clowns with ugly-faced, a mean grimace.

Do not suppress my voice which mirrors the thought programmed by holy nuns and priests

Chicago catholicity in the middle of the city of bad smells, teachin’ A, B, C’s prayer to my me

As I appeared to be a worthy electron which avoided a merge with the cells of a windy city

As above, so below or so I’ve been told by some of the ones who cherished the Word, silly!

As I think about the cost of survival of the fittest, I dwell on the unknown future, FedEx her

On to the moon to build the place in space where acid DNA can survive a flat Earth boomer

Flipping flapjacks or minding the prisons full of those whom gods fire-bred to steal-kill some

We move, you and I, like there’s no tomorrow, do not hesitate, MOVE & don’t be an F-bomb!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed wit #TheClown by #CharlesMingus Mingus Charles via youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KESFYXQwCYA }

* FOUR-CORNERED-ROOM
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FillibusterThis #MoronsBreedSpeciesExtinction #BeOneNow #BeMyBabyNow @WalkinOnTheSunTheMoonTheEarth #BeAStarIsBorn

SUR, SURF’S UP ON VENTURA HIGH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 8, 2019

-------------- #MultiplyTimesSixtyNIne ---------------

Itself a Thing since the origin of matter, inside a holy of holly, a black hole’s singularity denial

Over yonder, beyond a crest of the foothills, the sun’s rising above the stone blind mind’s eyes

Of the rat trap dreams locking in on your Time in this Space, the graves are gaping wide open

Awaiting the lazy bones of the spirits who come and go without a Word, a final gasp of ZaZen.

On the train, things move while you sit at One, at rest for the duration of the stay in Noway

From the octave above and below the scale, notes are blown, plucked or fiddle-sawed away

Eyes tightly shut out the ambient light of the burning ball of god’s danmed creatures got afar

It was the only alternative, there was no other free choice, no liberty to move like a rock star.

Amazing ennui on the surface to the center of the DNA cellular chaos, surviving a cosmic cool

To see clearly without eyes or the glasses that focus the light into the all seeing mind of a fool

Way up or way down from the center or surface of the sphere, called mama home, that’s all It

Not you or me but anyone you know or are related to, stupid love of strangers, aliens’ #FitBit.

My ride moves ‘round curves on the One or on the Ventura, in the light of day, I’m The Dark

Never was a virgin illusion of the Sapiens, I chose the middle path to find the Way off the Ark

Noah and Adam had families from the same pool of nonsense, passed #FakeHistory to the All

Sundial, watchin’ the #Watch, Time on a clock, paid #OT, time and 1/2, Ghettoized robocall!

Down the tracks where the brave fear to go, idle women walk around, there’s no today’s news

Hotshots with crazy ideas ‘bout how to get everything you want and need on bunches of blues

Strung together on a clothes line at a nudist colony of blind faith believers, a naked-ape doom

Mighty gas bubble, beautiful bones of a divinity’s shape, buried in Earth’s Big Sur sand dune!

by

r j j stephan, i #ReveleBlownIntoSmithereens #FeelTheBurn header is beautiful, #Dope!

c. Dimanche, December 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST

{ #YouCantGetToMe #Bruises & HITS by Train U2ube @ https://youtu.be/lZjn7iMmsZI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WokeUpThisMorning #Sopranos #GotYourselfSomeRightAndWrong #BornUnderABadSign #BlueMoonInYourEye

COVERED, SQUARED OR CUBED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 7, 2019

------------- #WokeThisAm ------------

It is the living proof that we are a result of a miraculous Big Bang event, little rascals

No place in space that I’d rather be than right here & now, love it to hell, all hard sells

It’s where it is, right below our feet, an historical graveyard of First & Last epic Causes

From the get go, right out of the gate, out of nowhere a lady came & whispered, “Dez.”

Hot flames and frozen tundra of burned out cinder, from a White Dwarves or Red Giants

No need for language since there is no culture or civilization in the origin of man’s Time

Since Time is a management tool for the efficiency experts and a globalist economy wonk

Puritanical, atheistic hedonist and that which I am, an agnostic hangin’ in for the counts.

I’m a man, what about you? You may be a with or without the power of wisdom of a #Thug

Examining the evidence of the previous incarnation of the #CookieMonster & #MothersMilk

She always knew how to treat the dummies, hi dee ho, fe fi fo fum, English-Irishman red silk

With or without you, nothing matters, corpus delicti is no myth, silk, slick as slime on a slug.

Cards all dealt the deck of 80, aces, tens higher than kings, queens and one eyed jacks, hike

Bull frogs are croakin’ now, the full moon is risin’ from the east, Earth rolls royces, busy body

If you think that you’re more clever than the magician who plays you and steals your psyche

A change of numbers on a timeline from zero to the right positive and to the left it’s nugatory.

Upward where nine miles high will get you extinguished or at least vanquished beyond a bust

Nothing walking, crawling, burrowing, flying or swimming but I got fortunate son wanderlust

Cosmic light and infrared sound form the quality of the minute quantity we’ve gleaned off US

Murder, hot-blooded self-defense against a threat’s clear and present danger, sky of sea blues

The wounds don’t hurt once they’re healed but they all need a psychological reliever, it grows

Until there’s nothing left to learn about being hurt, riddled with ups and downs of love flows

From the infancy of your bones and mind to the fine-tuned machine you’ve primed for karma

As if it’s true, squared & cubed #FakeNews flies on the Mason-Dixon, old Mississippi mama.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDHI, FREEZEMBER 7TH, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 PM PST #PearlHarbor78Since41

{ drafted while jammin’ to #Nazareth HITS like #NowYouMessinWithASOB on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qQO-Cb3SiW8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?