#TheGhetto #YouKnowWhatItIs @DonnyHathaway @TheMightyTemptations @PapaFrancis #PapaFrancis

FORMED MATTER, HAND IT OVER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 24, 2019

--- #WhatIsWrongWithYou #WhatsTheMatter? ---

You’ve flown completely around the world in a whirlwind of whiskey and wind, pink punks

Now you look at me as if I know why you did that, why you exist and breathe gas and funk

But I’ve got no answer except for the black hole you see, it’s all right there in front of 4 eyes

As if it’s a dream of nature to be One Power inside of moving rocks that roll in beatnik highs.

Blooms of flowers and trees hide worms and bugs that evolve into snakes magic carpet rugs

To move from darkness to darkness while in the blazing desert sunlight, so hot, too hot I am

Do not even try to touch me or get closer than 93 millions miles or I’ll promise you, you’ll fry

You can’t help yourself when you’re in the uttermost echelon of the pit, you need ME, so fly!

Wings down, salute to the real things that came into my purview at once, blinked out of sight

In and out of the womb, hot, sticky yet home to the One, the kid in the oven getting so bright

Like a small round dot of bright light in the black sky, the Nothing without light resumes God

Netherlander we are all, both of Disneyland’s world and of the holy fathers’ and sisters’ Zeus.

Coming ‘round corners or deep wombs, 6 fathoms of H2O covering It, a rogue asteroid deity

Ra, rah, rah and a living, sis cum bah for the ending of the origin’s ends, devoided Singularity

No...that’s not all of it, there’s more, much more than you ever thought, the Ghetto of My Sin

In sacred tabernacles or with the nuns of ninjas up in the choir, hums of a Roman crucifixion.

The liquid is solid and turnin’ into gas with the friction and will blow, a spontaneous combust

Bones and blood, skin, hair all become one with the Sun, the star’s Event Horizon of stardust

Roaming about the forces that be cannot contain my Force, I came to high heaven, Oh mama!

No fear, naught to worry about, mind of mine, grey matter of a skull leave my crossbones, Ga!

Purple of the ultraviolet and Crimson of the infrared, meet on a line from a Point to Sing Sing

Never down, always up & out, far away from a blazing hub of everything that’s All, everything

One and many are the illusions of the left and right hemispheres of grey matter, a Scat Scam

Leftover chafe of gratefully, dead prophets who vanished as bones do, to Be or not, Goddam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to the mighty Donny Hathaway jammin’ on #TheGhetto in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA & the just as mighty WAR THE BAND #VeryBestOf link @ https://youtu.be/LGjzxRqiPWU }

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#AllSpookyToothed #WhatKindaWomanIsThis

NAUGHTY, NICE AND WINKIN’

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

------------- #LoadUpTheCannon --------------

Things aren’t always as they seem to be, in the eyes of the beholder, an ego is It

What it takes to feel the life flowing in arteries and veins, in and out a sacred heart

A real muscle and a sort of willingness to be perfect, to be the side of the right part

From eternity backward past this present on before the dawn of Mankind’s chit.

At the beginning before the star we call the sun came into view, there was a Bang

Like jingling bells all the way home on a one horse open sleigh, up until you rang

Then the focus narrowed to the only hole at large, one that wouldn’t lock up tight

Skeleton key to open the safe deposit, lost and found, here, now, clean out of sight.

Monkeys pleading their cases with logic and reason, disturbing to the Platonic form

Substance of the thing itself a mere convention for the language to lure out the worm

Comin’ out of the ground of Earth to feel the warm radiation of the burning dark story

One which gave you and I everything we ever needed to be the all too human honey bee.

Mice scurry, rats hide with only red eyes to watch for weak children of hu-men, shout it

In a lyrical sonata or aria from cielo on terra ferma, faithful await some savior to blow me

I am the wind’s father and the entire cosmos is what I am, I am at my own mercy, shyt fit

Eaten power of One and the Many for decades, I shot DNA in and out of a Void, my scree.

Atomic circular globules quarking me into planatoma that rules an empty space’s faked-ruins

Each species alive on Earth in 2020 A.D. will become extinct by 2021 A.D. due to mortal sins

Humanity dysfunction is a prime factor in the dissolution of peace and love, y’all ‘re hippies

Those were the days my friend, thought they’d never end, eh? You turned on me, now freeze!

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r j j stephan, i

c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Dusty Springfield #IOnlyWannaBeWithYou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TJMJSpOQEvk }

 

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#PerfectlyBlueInADreamState #Cryin'LikeABaby @JoeSatriani #SATCH

knightly gest, romance in a GD dream?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 23, 2019

------------------- #FlightOfBlues -------------------

Marking the foot and finger prints for the Chinese to track me down to the Zen cave’s Void

Such beings could be silent like lambs in the meadow, waitin’ for hungry wolves and coyotes

No more wondering about the nature of this beast or any other, it’s a moot point to avoid

Nothing there to think about, no subjects or objects to predicate the things inside the boats.

Afloat on the sea of guff where it is a matter of time before we gasp one more bubble of badair

Cannot wait for the wings to sprout out from the horns and pointed tail, God’s a Chicago bear

In a bassinet, then a crib spillin’ into a bunk bed with brothers, sisters of a cub and boy scout

Nevermore to see the popular ‘all about me so look at me and smile’ that’s what love’s about!

Fomenting the matter’s cornucopia of black and white trash, colored is what the TV’s are, Ma

Thanks for droppin’ me here on the ground of will and desire, I’m star’s dust, all of it in a Tao

Monkeys of the ape family and humans of the crew-magnon branch, eat, sleep, live high & die

Eating each other, animals and plants are the genome of the Earth cell, microbial misanthropy.

Pine smells above the ground and musty, musk aroma arising from my quiet skull, toothless

Gums won’t do, to chew the cud and hard bone marrow in the center of mass, my mortal son

Dug your grave and prepared your urn for the ashes of your personality dust, a mirror of fun

Fear of the unknown, after the death of the conscious mind, the boy and girl, again Loveless!

Another roll over from the last time in space, another story to create and dissolve into a Void

Where your mama and papa go, everyone from the first microbe to the final DNA module, Ra

Underground pyramids, ground rock-gods point thumbs up/down to a sandy, immortal at-sea

As I lay living and drop dead gorgeous, eyes adored my face’s skin and bone, broken, I’m Me!

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r j j stephan, i

 

c. Lundi, FREEZEMBER 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

 

{ Thrashed this ditty listenin’ to #BestOfHoneymooners link @ https://youtu.be/z1Le7HGV-nc & the #Honeymooners #ImpeachThePresident guilty @ https://youtu.be/wqbEsS5kFb8 on youTube, enjoy YOUR day, as if it’s YOUR last too! }

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