P H I L O S O P H I A

Friday, December 13, 2019

@MiraclesArePretendingMagicIsReal #DoYouBelieveInMagic? #PowerTrain @COLTRANE @TRAIN

NO MAGIC OVER HERE

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A WILL WILLED TO G-WILLY’s DNA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 13, 2019

--------- GOD'S UNMANNED TRUCKS DRIVIN' ON I-5 south ---------

Seen the places that I had to go from the TV screen and LIFE magazines of a high God’s 60’s

When bad men were making good men fight to keep the peace, incarcerated in freeze frames

A oneness from either a guitar, a horn, animals’ skins and the graves of their bones’ hole void

Hubble’s spherical horizon is the edge of an immortal anti-ecosystem of destroy and destruct.

Blown out & sucked in from a microscopic, alpha magnetic spectrometer lookin’ in the atom

Dark matter is God, that is why you reach a Void when you seek to find an Origin, pond scum

Here is the syllogistic defense of the indefensible, professors’ intelligence is ignorance’s hoax

Pretending to be wisdom’s knowledge, the light and sound mix a Void’s cosmic soup, I phixx.

God is Dog spelled backward for a reason right? You know and I know what it is, leap of faith

Do the best you can from a second in Time to seventy or a hundred, DNA’s acid of the wraith

Always here, now, has always been everywhere, always just up the creek by the dog pounds

Press off buttons, pull the chains, speak English in the Tower of Babel, release all my hounds.

Birth defects from the plants being smoked, the food being eaten, the fire water being drunk

Frogs disappeared from the habitat, up from the delta, junction 193 & riverflow off Hwy 49

So cook the 49er miners named it Cool, California because it catered to the miner’s gold ore

Found between basalt rocks and pebbles, it’s a God particle of the matrix’ grape, a fine wine.

At the right time in the right place, the midgets and the giants cast their votes on televisions

Vulnerable and impervious at one and the same time, the immortality is a #FakeNews dream

Given by cardinals, priests, popes and dictatorial human Order of the Void, black jack’s Sins

X marked the spot, we dug down to the core, found gold and buried it to save God’s gold bins.

r j j stephan, i

c. VENDREDI, Freezember 13th, 2019 A.d. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted in a vacuum of full emptiness, all of the Nothing gathered in One place in Space, listenin’ to #ImNoAngel by Gregg Allman on loop link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, December 12, 2019

#GearUpForUnforgetable #MoveOnUpToTheWestSide #FarSide #FarOut

WHAT SKY IS, IT CAN’T BE, IT AIN’T

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.

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 CYTOPLASM

W.W.A.R.D.?

IT’S SO FAR OVER MY HEAD, AFRAID IDGAF

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 12, 2019

-------------------- #LoveLiesAsleepInMyBed -------------------

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