#ToughTimesAreEternal #BeTheBallOfDirt #ChampionsDieTooFoo

SUPERFLY PSYCHOTIC NEUROSIS*

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019

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You & I will never know what happens afterlife here on the planet Earth, bones down under

It doesn’t matter if you were born in a cage, a test-tube, down on the block or in the streets

Commendable attempts to obfuscate the clear water of liquid gas, without it, we’re toasted

Up the shiitake creek of our makeshift brother and sister folds and herds, mass of the dead.

We put the stone markers above the ground with a WORD, a name called bones’ god of man

Put a frame under the skin and sinews that keep us all in Future Shock, Mama Earth bubblin’

These guys and girls who got here before US, they did what they did and we now live, wuzup?

Culture beat into the dense minds of ignorant youngsters who skipped Wisdom, got held up!

In a pickle and in a soup line for liquid, my bread and butter, I recycle for the Good of man

I put everything I take right back into the surface of the Mother, she awaits, I do what I can

It’s all over in a NYC minute, once you’ve hung around ninety years, combustion Saints dead

Future shock is right here and now, reading these words of your Ma & Pa they’ve never said.

It’s all about the birds, the cattle, the Earth fauna we consume and recycle into the dirty ball

What it’s always been, dirty ball of spinnin’ creator-god, Eros of the pantheon, god’s of us all

Keepin’ it real or unreal makes no difference in the end, finally you won’t be deceived by light

Doom’s darkness, pray for your mama, she ain’t comin’ but pray anyway, God, that’s insight!

By the Way, the straight and narrow one that you can only proceed without return, forever Id

Helping a super Ego to move, to animate, to breathe in and out, an accident gone into a skid

Knowledge is power and if you have none you’re in the deep water without a paddle, just pray

All you have left is to beg the powers that may not be anything but a Void, on your knees Ray!

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #RightOnForTheDarkness #BackToTheWorld & #FutureShock by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/g2udbdAmdkc }

* P.S. YOUR DAUGHTER AIN’T ON A SOUP LINE, YOU GD FOO!

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoodGod #WhoaDude #MamaWorkinOnAChainGang?

SWEET BLACK TEA, A DIRE STRAIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 18, 2019

************* #PokeSaladLife **************

Walkin’ along the dirt roads for a spell, just tryin’ to trip on to the next day’s journey/trip

We did alright until the hammer came down and the alligators started comin’ out jaw grip

Tight and pulled down to the bottom to drown the mouth breather, then tote home adjourn

Of pimentos or a wretched bunch of weeds to crumble into happy smoke’s enthralling burn.

Chain gangs or tiny barred or walled cell of walls, ceiling and a floor boxed the dog, an insider

Nevermore or frequently all the time forever, matters about as much as a dried drop of water

What were you going to eat when your mama and daddy died or decided to fade to blackout?

Just wait around with your bird-beak open, crying for food to stay alive, a wretched shoutout!

Nothing ever really mattered from the get-go, lazy sons of female dogs were good as deadbeat

Thumping the gods on the ground of being and on down to the core, back up to the hind teat

Coming on strong and being the thrust of the holy seat of your mama, she got it right, I am It

Whatever it was meant to be is now what it is, I flow, I bow, I blow, suck it in, SOB G-damIt!

Bad boys with bad backs finding what they looked for, the trouble with a capital T for the talk

On the radio, on the TV or just face to face, mouth to mouth inspiration, kiss of two sweet lips

Under the spells of the concocted words of my sisters and grand mamas and uncle’s #Bettys

All of them as sweet as a mess of flowers, fresh picked for your love, to be One, All I ever sees.

Big boys and big girls raised from scratch with independence in mind, without supervision

All of them on their own, lookin’ for peace or trouble depending on the need to bleed or eat

To fight for life, to eat the plants and animals long enough to get to the final cut of last gasps

Sudden death overtime, seconds tickin’ off of the clock, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I am WASPS.

Somebody call the pope, we need the highest priest you can muster from a glut of my godson

Wretched group of frustrated genomes failed at the orgasmic function, reproduction 1 & done

From the only One that ever mattered to anyone, the origin of DNA, life as we know it, mama

First nothing then something and then back to nothing, The Ride of Warriors, what fun papa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MERCREDI, FREEZEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted as I lay living the dream again, ad infinitum, just because...& listenin’ to a loop of @TonyJoWhite #PokeSaladAnnie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

@AnnPeebles #EyesLoveYouTooBaby #INNAGODADAVIDA #Presence @IronButterfly #LedZeppelin & @FrankieValle @MorganWallen #HammerThisThor #HammerComesDown

LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019

************* a fortnight in presence **************

Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!

Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy

As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam

A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.

What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all

To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane

For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream

A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.

Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG

Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea

Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me

I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!

If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth

Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD

A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id

Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.

Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue

Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue

Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns

Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.

Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine

But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out

And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics

Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?

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r j j stephan, i

https://www.lakland.com/ #ABasslessClaim #ShotOfMyHoneyTripToTheAlaskanTundra

c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.

{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D