#GearUpForUnforgetable #MoveOnUpToTheWestSide #FarSide #FarOut

WHAT SKY IS, IT CAN’T BE, IT AIN’T

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

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On a clear day, we can see for miles and on a foggy one, we can’t see in front of our One face

It doesn’t matter much in the long run, either you’re incinerated, lost at sea or ground buried

No matter which way it goes, bottom line is the Unknown suddenly becomes a known trace

Queens don’t wear knickers and the gist of the WAR is to swallow the queen, as she did me.

My spunk and the swallowing of the germs that die in the stomach acid, is all I have to show

For my existence since my conception and the following situation, step by step, inch by inch

It creeps right along as if I want it to be that way, I suggest rethinking the strategy approach

In the end, you and I will see the only way it can be, empty space with a microscopic suckin’.

It’s dope and it’s the way of the warrior who treads up and down the middle path, road of Pi

Where 3.14 is the god of the Earth, diameter and circumference of the rocky dirt of blue sky

Invalid arguments of syllogistic types seriously persuade the opposite of the kid’s filet gumbo

Big Burger Bob cuttin’ and fryin’ the cow flesh, BBQ or fried, it’s better than bein’ a Dumbo.

Simple minds in the simple men and women who run the shows of home to Congress’ wraith

Elected to not be any good at judging another branch of government, when they’re way OCC

Forces of gravity, centrifugal force and momentum all contribute to the love of a blind faith

Opened the door, lost my mind, that’s all she wrote, my spirit’s 40 Large, naughty all, the 33.

Burnt out adoption of the chosen ones who grace the land of giants long gone since 20,000

Before the century and before the millennia there was burning light from Space, froze blue ice

Across 93 million miles it shoots a stream of exploding quarks and charm, in our bull’s eyes

It’s this next thing, that nobody will go follow the judge or be dismissive once or maybe twice.

Interject the venom into the cytoplasm and watch the feed to the mitochondria's cytoplasm

Skin in the game or not, it’s a matter of Time and Space in the writing on stone’s smoke joints

Pictures with lines to recollect a story of score, passing, running-kicking it for extra pinpoints

Marvelous that I am what I am, didn’t mean to be that way, it’s merely an insane toe spasm.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a Polaroid shot at night with infrared film. Not.

c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to a #SuperFly Eric Burdon and War on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4nJ9I0dZ7Vo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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

PETRIFIED IN CYTOPLASMW.W.A.R.D.?

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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?