WAR on Yo Mama & Daddy Don Don't Rock Or Roll

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IT’S SO FAR OVER MY HEAD, AFRAID IDGAF

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

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One eye can see through the darkness with no light at all, a deep feeling & word from a bard

Getting over the emptiness of the gods Void everywhere around this mother Earth, it’s secret

Not for me to say and for certain, not for YOU to know, it’s hidden for a reason, It’s what’s set

You heard it all before, I’ve got nothing new because everything, all of it is age old Rock Hard.

Think and grow rich, don’t think and no doubt you die either in a war or gutter’s backstreets

Celebrate the giving and the taking as if nobody on Earth is Evil, when somebody is, lot’s full

Of men, mice, monkeys and the ape philosophy of life, spun out of darkness’ silly footnotes

Walking, running or just sitting quietly in the muck and mire, It is One and the same ol’ bull.

What’s left after the matriculation of the DNA absorption is not academic, it’s life’s two-faces

Watch what happens once you comprehend the meaning of frozen insight and a moon’s dots

This and that, if not you then who, manufactured jobbin’ us, passin’ time in holy Space places

Look up, down, over and out, in back and sideways, focus straight ahead, merry Xmas robots!

Nothing is silent in the night and everything is loud chaos in the light, you see what it is now

Dream within a theory of string, visible sound scratched into rock walls for minions’ to crown

The Truth eeks dots and lines on a clef for the treble and the bass to jump, blown out of reach

Melody and sweet undertow of the Sea of Love pullin’ me down fathoms, son of God’s breach.

A predictable, cyclical trip around this star called Sun/Son, epistemological merry Christmas

Without our spinnin’ and wobblin’ in revolutionary orbit, we’re dead and gone, agree so fast

You still want to be saved by a higher power than the measly bytes you control of mind’s body

Just wait, your chance is comin’ at any moment, a hundred years more or less, Time, eternity.

I admit you saved my life and I lived longer than many and maybe not as long as I desire, but

I want to thank you baby, you know who you are, you made it through this scat and scuttlebutt

Cool and hot from the first day we met, on the mountain full of snow, on a sled with old Santa

We were the deer who led the sled from barn to the moon, drunk on Tequila & Orange Fanta.

love,

ma & pa #MerryChristmas & #Happy2020NewYear #NoTeaForMaryOrJuan

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Twelve, Twelve, Twenty-Nineteen A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to WAR THE BAND #PlatinumJazz & Why I Do Not GAF youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9HfQl8KTYdI }

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#SomebodyHelpMe #DontYouWantSomebodyToLove #Wait #What? #'Mo #Fagen #RUNDMC ##MusicFactory

NOTES OF 208 BONES, ANGELINA-j

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 11, 2019

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Gotta jump to it when it’s time, everybody has no choice, when the world moves, so do you

I may be out of line but I’m always in control either ahead of the game or scoopin’ up behind

Followed both fools and wisemen from the poorhouse to the banks, all of them died, left it all

Nothing they could do but sweat & burn out their Time on the throne, pitched curve fastballs.

Down the center line over the base of home, on the corner, high or low undercover or outed

Put and take once the chess game begins, knight to bishop three, like it or not, it’s an opening

On the way to a fortunate trip to the checks of the mates of kings, rappin’ smack and dancing

Twist, twirl, head bob, shoulders shift, hips shake, legs bend and feet shuffle, beats shouted.

You don’t have to feel the music but you do, then you feel some chills up and down your spine

It makes your spine wiggle & bend back and forth, makes your voice blow out, lips smackin’

Squirrels get nuts and if we don’t, a bit frustrating, we movin’ again, lucky partner kinsman

It’s been fabulous, a proverbial, perpetual treat from the top shelf of the stash, scored in sin!

Who needs that music to play up and down the scales, the do, re, mi of the concerto or solo

Me, me, me and everybody else I ever play the beats to, dance like there’s no bass or tremolo

Awakened, conscious, everybody’s the Cause and Effect, an Unmoved Mover of things, Aha

Buttercup blue sky, booty fussin’ as if it’s out of control, in a nice deep state groove, Angelina!

I’m puttin’ on the Ritz for my inner audience of One, just because I can, just because I think

Therefore, I am and whatever that is, I’ll remain in that statue until the final re-exhaled stink

From the bowels of a haven for jockey gods, a broadcast command goes invisible, kinda blue

Points are connected but the form and shape are obscured and nobody knows what Ala knew.

All she wrote and sang with the muses who rhyme or don’t, depending on takin’ a chance cut

On the she-It cd, I worked so hard my fingers bled, bang-a-gong cymbal to some of the few

U2 have had the wonderful clear and present danger of being a star, took a chance, like New

There it is again, the music is beatin up the movement, GOT you, fool’s mate, check out a but!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 11TH, 2019 A.D. @ 1717 hours PST

{ JAMMED OUT OF THE MUSE and she into my conscious mitochondria immersed in the cytoplasm of divine love, surrounding the nucleus of every atom in my soul, makin #EverybodyDanceNow jammin’ to CCMusicFactory @ https://youtu.be/LaTGrV58wec }

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Rolling Stones #WildHorses Joe Satriani #ThePowerCosmic ...You'll sing a song & I'll sing a song! What Would Ayn Rand Do?

@WAR WITH YO’ MAMA’S DADDY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Perch over here right next to me on this spruce tree branch, I’m lookin in all the safe homes

If they move, I taste them for a moment and if the carcass is still there, I’ll eat all holy bones

My mission to Earth is accomplished whether the shabbat supernova begins next, oh my papa

Perfection and defect all in the identical cytoplasm surrounding DNA’s jellied mitochondria.

In my ritual I’ve scored from the gods who left some indecipherable writing on invisible walls

Nothing at all in the core of this cosmic display, other than a real Divinity’s empty great falls

From heaven above to the Earth below, it is as above, so below, as a man or woman once said

Battle for the minds and bodies until there’s nothing but Void left, astronomical, my hu-man.

A bird flies, men make flight possible without wings, men explode the dawn of a supernova

H bombs, A bombs, Neutron bombed out of existence, exploration in space suits in Voida

4.6 billion years ago, I ate a Milky Way, heavy elements condensed and my atoms fused me

Mass in the solar system is deep within’ the matrix, you gotta believe this, live and die free.

White dwarfs and black holes move the rhythm and rhyme into elliptical orbits around blocks

Squares and triangles are merely infinite lines connected from the beginning to the bitter end

Phased out like turnin’ off the light switch in a bright room of life, death is lights are out, eh?

All there is, all you’ve experienced, uncivilized history, down wit OPP, yeah you know me, K?

Poison clouds are not in our system but poison exists in all things, in and out formed geezers

Opening your mind to the plethora of unnamed emptiness and the water of life, H 2 & the O

Hydro-oxy is the verve that created the hosts of the egg for the replication of mouth breathers

Be The Problem, you’re the one that’s gonna die when it’s your time, now do it, see? My God!

I’m hungry so I gotta fly, I don’t like leftover carrion therefore I hunt the fresh kill movers

I eat their living cells that enhance my happiness and ability to fly and enjoy the groovers

That’s what I see lookin’ down at the action, they get in a groove and they remain there so

They’ll be able to GET HOME eventually once out of the constellations orbit, ecliptic blow.

Unknown or known are one and the same thing itself, it’s the human conception, it is the that

The integrity of immortality is a conceptual anomaly, analyze this scat and you get jack squat

It’s the only way to be at peace every day of life, wake up, eat, work, play, sleep, under the sun

Time’s index fingers of divinity’s stench point toward one another, gravity goes, we Come on!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 11TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Shockwave collapsed, listenin’ to serious galactic explanations of the nature of my beast, VY Canis Majoris, biggest star in the entire universe’s void, space/time Nothing escapes to this place @ https://youtu.be/smmNP8G69vc }

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