P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, December 29, 2019

#WhiteColoredBlackCells #DimmerDummerAndSuperstar @MarilynMonroe #NormaJean

PRINCES’ MYRIAD OF PRINCIPLES

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, December 29, 2019

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Eagle’s freedom of flight, in midtown’s temple of doom, blackstar princess shine cruise ship

Ashes to the ashes of dust in the east and southern winds, blown cover takin’ its U turn flip

Miniature giants makin’ believe that they’re the savior of the ignorant humans of gold dust

All there is, everything is everything and there’s nothing left to access, no more wanderlust.

Now and then you’ve got to stop, look and listen for the symbolic gesture of Revelation spit

Pertinent and impertinent punks and miscreants foolin’ around with the hot stripper outfit

Cowgirls and mothers of the invented children of the K-12, scrambled brains in holy omelets

For the giant muscle eating dragons, lookin’ for the easy kill, the ho-trusting faithful starlets

Marks of the places in space where significant times occurred for the sake of the Many, One

All for One and One for all, like a third musketeer cheer, meeska mooska my old honeybee

Like a viral video in a shitztorm, a man will survive the magic of the spells, unconditional fun

What is not never was and will never be, what is the case? There is no case, this just in...me.

Mad mothers and hatters have the identical MOs, nutty yet the most essential cog in a Thing

I ching and yin/yang for the moment or the Big miracle that is being alive on Earth’s starring

Nova, supernova, singularity’s event horizon, approaching the black hole of Mother’s Void

Again, ad infinitum, all the cherries in the orchard are picked, the trees are asleep, z’s sawed.

Two or three princes and paupers, lead the way down the garden’s middle path to the apples

Fruit of the trees and the loom, pushed the skies to the limit, an LSD chorus of sky is falling

It may be but you’ll never know for certain, if it is, just be crushed by the mass’ quid pro quo

When it’s time to go, your time’s up, call time out and then time in, ask me, what time is it?

Maybe it’s 4:30 AM more or less, thee might be byte or two of bread and butter, which I hate

Butter coagulated cow’s teat milk, where yogurt, cottage cheese and ricotta, come before fates

Always was going to be the way it is and more or less the way of Ends, before spin doctor mon

Full-on fire and ice, made then slowed down the roll, the bass is rockin’ the fish in the pond.

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Jammed to #TwoPrinces SPINdoctors 24/7 Laundromat on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/j6XmNoauuOo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NaughtyWitchesOfTheWestOnly #MadeItThisFarByShakinHands #ROCK @Everlast #Angel #MyVeryBestSuperFriends #LoveHasEverythingToDoWithIT #BoogieWoogieGirl

GHETTO BANG ME, RUSTY BLADES*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 29, 2019

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Always with a bang gang in the #Chi ghetto, time came to join my Air Force, loved that Time

In this space of 50 years, I’ve seen more than a man deserves to see in One’s lifetime, Space it

Out and in the outerspace doors of the ghetto and the mansions of my grandfathers’ mothers

Called them out loud in prayer but ain’t no answer, 3rd rock haul’s a Rock Kid, cash P-diddly.

Now and then you gotta move it out and rock on even though it’s safe and sound in your hole

Where the darkness and light are controlled by me, myself and I, all of us in tune for a ghetto

Comin’ over the avenues and boulevards until the suburbs of the trash heap is found deeper

Than the bottom of the furthest league under the sea, down by the core of our origin, a Ball!

Yes, the core is a ball, irregular, potato like, sure enough, and covered by hydrogen/oxygen It

That’s the name we’ve decided fits the thing itself, where we originate and dissolve in the spit

Future, presence in the Past, the ghetto of yours and ours, not mine though, I’m in low-highs

Above the clouds where there’s no blue, no sight unseen, just me, myself and I, purple skies!

One more thing before the final Word, exit strategy plans are best left untold to a po’ li’l ego

Given po’ mother’s who raised us here, deep respect for passin’ us, dark womb to Hellz below

Sho’ nuff now, you are completely out of synch with your intellect and confidence, empty Id

For nobody’s SuperEgo do we fly except the one we own, we know the Essence, Essene Kid!

A slice of life out of the watermelon pie we’ve inherited from the egg to the corpse, so slap me

That’d be an admission of understanding and unfortunate agreement with the boy’s FU scree

Gutter at the top of your mansion’s roof or the space between the streets and the sidewalks, I

That is All, just I, who listened to the Word, all of the words said, told, meant to Be, a gadfly!

It is what it is, you cannot disagree if you’re a philosopher or just nun in a convent of sisters

Brothers and fathers, the idiots hittin’ homeruns out of the park, drinkin’ whiskey and beers

A Glass Bead game of prayers into the Void of Space, where angels fear to go, in a grand slam

Deeper than whole blackness outside the Earth’s atmosphere, supernova in Space, oh, I Am.

r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to the brothers & sisters who know who they are, #Yall! Boom!

c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ #DoNotBlink in the #Darkness, oneness with everything because as everyone knows, in the Ghetto, #EverythingIsEverything #ShoNuffYall link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, December 28, 2019

#WhiskeyGlasses & #YourMama #SlowMovingBeast #FOCUS #PHUQUS

UNMOVED, MOVES & LOVE SCAMS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 28, 2019

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If you didn’t already know, now you do, eventually you grow past the grammar high school

Graduating with a PhD in the senses of the nonchalant livers of life, pretenders of the drool

It’s just a slight matter of Time spent inside the Presence of Space, a dot, my soul or y’all

We will carry the load that is created from emptiness, a void of things themselves, it’s a ball.

Punks and very holy men and women walk along as if they’ve got all day, all decade to decide

Whether they made a mistake or not, that they’ve conceived not only their father’s ex-embrace

But also their mother of flesh and bone and the mother of all bombs, Earth, the dust of a son

Complete Pride, my angel wings fly from heaven to earth, supernova truth, debt paid in fun!

Everything that is everything, including Things of the unknown, occult sins of the daily grind

It’s just Time in a Box, lookin’ on the cement sidewalks and blacktop highways, lost my mind

Not what my mother and father wanted after the orphanage raised my eyes up to the gods’ Id

What I am is all there is and the fact that I’ve compassion for the others, that’s moot pointed.

Every night since the last day on Earth, I walked on that lonely road we all gotta roll upon

It’s all for the olden days that we have to pay for, it’s the debt the dead fools left us, com on

Let’s go, let’s roll on from the here, right here and right now to the end of the days, one gasp

Left the gravitational pull of the center, the hub of the load above and below me, god-am asp!

Sure enough, I believe that the kings, queens, popes’ sheeple all on a 64 square chessboard

Have no free will, the First Cause moves all of the fragmented souls of the One, I dreamed

I’m now and then, #Woke because I’m payin’ a debt that’s owed by my kin, all too humanity

With grounds for divorce from the force, in It to win it, OMG, break my back on a mortal sea.

Humble embrace of the beat and melody, beatin’ the animal skin stretched over a heavy dam

Blowin’ wind in reeds of horns’ holes, pressing buttons, pullin’ levers, blamed for kitchen Hellz

On a roll from the die turned into dice, thrice in a shaken can of atomless Void, it’s what I am

Perfection of the divinity goes, comes, in and out of dreams, nightmares, folly of tolled bells.

It’s on the other side of the window, the screen is in the way but it gives a glimpse of nothings

Seen in the darkness, everything is everything and that is the Oneness of Saturn’s no O-rings

Without which we’d be in the dark, thank God for the men and women who telescoped gods

Time in Space to show the light’s Way, middle road to Perdition’s obsolescence, “What It Is!”