#SprinkleUponYourFairyDustedMind #JustAddH2O #KryptoniteHeavyOnTheAvenue #VanishedAndGone

MOTHER EARTH’S IN TIME 7-11 24/7

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 27, 2019

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Took it all down to the bottom of the lead bowl, where the gold lies with Jack’s mixed coke

Developed a taste for the good and the evil protruding from the orbital wobble of the dope

Where my mama crawled around the alleys and roads of the DoDo Popped funny faced ilk

Nothing at all destroyed when the life’s accidental geometric progression total living Hehl .

It is here, where we go to pretend we matter to the gods, to a God or a pantheon of an alien

From a planet orbiting this or another star in the universal solar systems of galactic foment

Bubbles of gas, broken open and spilled out into the Void, a night and my dark knight skin

Pricks with needles in arms and bony arse of the thing, this thing I call my self, papa’s kin.

Coming down from a snow capped mountaintops, volcanoes of the Big Bang’s chafe, AHA!

From the wars that come in between the pretenders’ peace, blood and guts spilled for a Ra

Gods of ancestral tribes of descended, evolutionary dead ends, population of the extinction

Species specifically, a 32 allele genome within invisible walls of imprisoned DNA, morte sin!

Compared to you, I’m a confused dolt, you know more than you choose, Truth be told to me

Or it may be a white or a black lie, a prevarication of the Reality, blind, deaf, I muted Death

Saying nothing, just breathing the gas in and out, in rhythm to the rocks and rolls of reverie

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers put it all into perspective, hearts & minds of empty breath.

Instituted the ants and bees into the ground and trees, outed dark caves of undersea octopus

For no reason, for nothing and without rationale to extrapolate the consequences of Stupidus

Mind games and just innocent babbling like infants on pablum and formula for a roustabout

Wine, dine and a date for a last supper before the deed’s done, intercourse of love, I in, I out.

Udders full of transformed grass/grain matter’s wet, calf mammary gland product, I’m drunk

Life as the cows know it, our mothers didn’t have the formula for sustenance, broke, in a funk

Now and then, here and there, I have come to an inevitable conclusion, I am the One & Only

Always was and will be, All of It, Alpha to Omega, I am, I will it to be, I’m mama’s Holy He.

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r j j stephan, i { Love’s heart’s in my pocket, it’s early, it’s 4:30 AM, I Am in Time, I’m Out! }

c. VENDREDI, FREEZEMBER 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM PST

{ Jamout @ 4:30 AM, late? No, it’s early...to the @SpinDoctors #WhatTimeIsIt ...hey, you know...it’s FO THIRTY! youTube link busted on link @ https://youtu.be/e86omL8uzks}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #2020Comin'

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URGENCY OF THE MORONS, CAW!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 26, 2019

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If I come over there, it will not be pretty, it’s not what you want, don’t look at me like that son

Who do you think I am, just another flyin’ bird comin’ around to see if you got some corn pon

Hey, I don’t need you, I can do it all on my own, I don’t need men, dogs or bugs, I am a Raven

Stop by here at my crib, Nevermore, Nevermore unless you want to see your feathers burnin’.

Well now, it’s like being in charge again, I pay my own way in life, I kill and eat the dead meat

Off of the chicken wishbones and pig meat bones, even cow T-bones of filet mignon, crow feet

On my face, by my eyes and in my spirit, in my soul, inner awareness of the dream in a dream

Sleeping while wide awake on Earth, eating, working, playing, messin’ up dirty deeds’ cream.

Long after a cosmic supernova, I came then went before a Singularity arrived, Is God around?

Not here or now, not in a ghetto or a condo, not in an adobe hut or in cardboard box I found

In an alley adjacent to dead end streets, I found that everything is everything, under the bus

It matters because of the moral imperative for the certitude of blind faith, God’s ghetto, US!

Trained by instructors who need the air and water to stay alive, nobody’s immortal, o my son

From the first to the last day of being awaken from the gratefully expired corpses of a six gun

Outlaws and inlaws become the allies of your darkness, you see nothing but the kin folk DNA

Makin’ plays in end games, being the star of show, as easy as cherry pie then, even I gotta die.

Specks of dust under a microscope shocked into a miniature play of tiny, invisible, a jin band

Tiny genies makin’ the magic duplicate the supply of cellular anthropy inherited from mama

Daddy just a guy, a man, descended from an inferior piece of Earth clay, designed by no man

Grown plants goin’ up to the sky, roots way down underground to the roots of a cosmic papa.

I know the Unknown because I am the unknown, insignificant as dust in wind or a PhD in die

What it all comes down to is a girl named Susie-Q, who used to say I love you, loved her walk

She kept me up all night the day we met, I stared deeply down into her being, for the God talk

About a reason for being alive, why we were born, to where nothing goes when ready to hi-fly.

Drank the kool-aid of the minds that were blown by the nuns and professors, I mortally sin

Immortally yours is an exercise in futility inherited from the dreams of mothers and fathers

Not my own but the Others, the invisible mental chatter of the engine of creation, surrender

Mortal bones and a Will of the Power that Is, a final token, babies, this & that, breath it All in.

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r j j stephan, i

c. JEUDI, FREEZEMBER 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 05:00 AM PST

{ 1st draft and the only draft complete while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #DeliverTheWORD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zh0mnHSeKMA }

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ZEUS' MICROBIAL ONENESS & ME

ZEUS’ FISH OUT OF WATER, DOA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 25, 2019

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Right here and now, to the left, to the right leaning due to paternal force of One, goddess dam

Full H2O where a pond once was, drops dead on Saturn, Mars, Venus & Jupiter's sidereal flip

Old and washed up stars of the red giants and white dwarves that inhabit a ghetto’s Void trip

Where tabernacles full of blind faith hold grim forms of God-made Man’s forceless flimflam.

Kisses away from the last One to make it through eternal night, ego-divested nature of Three

Old man but never a woman in charge of the humanity we grant full responsibility for Being

As if any human on Earth could actually fill the empty shoes of Nothing, a Void of peril to me

A One, a Father and the Second in charge, the Many, a Mother without Me, I am 1, perishing.

As if the day’s dreams and night’s mares weren’t enough for the top to get down to my diction

To kiss It or the little Lucy up in the sky with rubies, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires & topaz

All of this and everything else is the whole shebang, it’s a matter of fact, the energy of fiction

Buffalo roamed all over this animal skinned culture, rawhide to the hair of sheep, all pizazz!

Coming from where I am taught, where I am told the winter is, spinnin’ balls in circles’ TV set

Sights for sore blinded eyes open the vista from a blacktop road in darkness into a plethora fit

For kings and queens who never knew they had it all when they had it, so lost in a Space force

It all comes down to this, you’ll be either #Woke or #Dreaming, soul-dead, it could be worse!

Fighting with Zeus or Zarathustra just because the Word was spoken and I desired the light

A supernova of hydrogen and carbon gets too excited to contain the excitement, all orgasmic

In spurts of pulsar energy, in every direction from the center of an inverted point of my Right

To the Left, to the left we go with the little children runnin’ wild around the totem pole dick!

Out in the cotton fields, we picked the fuzz until our fingers bled, then we got the gin, we win!

Makin’ slick duds for the Many, baby bones being born in geometric progression, dirty dozen

Runnin’ the blocks to the corners and through the back doors, bein’ Mr & Mrs Jones holy Sin

For real, the mortality and the venality of the original eventuality is the doom of my own Zen.

Having a thing for Mrs. Jones or any mother of my teenage girlfriends of the 1960’s, Oh man!

I went directly from being OK with life as we know it, to suddenly, eyes wide opened, I’s a fan

Out the door, down the block, Iran for it, a getaway to die for, killin’ it, a military unit of SOBs

We’d be DOA to the ones who gave Some and All of it, just the two of us, happy NY 2020AD!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, FREEZEMBER 25th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PHT

{ Drafted with G W Jr Music #GroverWashingtonJr #InnerCityBlues & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cAEQShvnnuU }

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