#WhoKnows #Nobody or #Somebody #NotMe #NotYou #ButWho #GypsyManKnows #ButWhyYawl #SoulKitchen @CurtisMayfield

DAZED, CONCEIVED, MA, SKOAL, UBIQUITOUS *

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richard joseph stephan, i

Sunday, January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

That is all there is to it, I’m merely a messenger, a gypsy man who has allegiance to the None

Like a Robin Hood of the tales in Sherwood Forest, I search the golden foothills full of foo fun

A brisk education from the ABC’s and the Trigonometric functions of the Algebraic equations

Of the miserable men and the mighty mice in the ground, in holes in the ground, mortal sins.

Just because you think you’re so pretty and available or not to a general or specific unknown

Allowing your private eyes to be exposed to Elements-at-Large, at random, no savvy i-phone?

Amazing part of the geometric progression of the chords and arpeggios is that it’s your doom

In a million or in a duo or trio or quartet, prism of light, lead by a beatin’ pounder of a drum.

From the mirage inherited from the ones who left writing in emerald and diamond o-rings

Recollection of the gypsies who gave life to the meaning of moving away from the wastings

Where the angels fear to go, the recycled food of the human, buried underground, artwork

Petrified origin of the Way, a recycling detergent of the red dwarf or black hole event jerk.

Traveled in an orbit of unknown origin to occultish destinations, in circles, infinitude of puns

Took the heart and soul given by my mother and father, trained by the popes, priests & nuns

Mighty, mighty #Spade & #Whitey First Move, First Cause It into oblivion, a crosscut sawing

DNA in the constant result of being at One with being the Many, a gift of God, Gods’ gifting.

If you don’t mind enlightenment while being down on your knees, eyes lookin’ underground

Here and now is your chance to go a step or two beyond your Twilight Zone’s goal post end

Punks and presidents, all their followers in the gangs and thugs of political demoncrat scree

All calling like the cats on the fence at night, wanting to express the need to bite & lash kitty.

On every single planet in this solar system, nothing is known, stardirt knows an Earth existed

Neither now nor before a Big Bang was there ever any enlightened Oneness, no holy god dead

In the middle of Zero, abstracting from fleeting feelings of being One, all alone state, my fate

‘Wearin’ short skirts is OK with a long sweater!’, amazing, all too human, surrealistic weight.

Regarding the nature of being in the wake, in the shadow of the known, deep in the unknown

Where angels fear to go because there is no light to see, nothing but a fully silent, jovial clown

Smiling to hide the superiority of being in the know of final blows, what Life means to us all

High priests to bums and hobos ridin’ off of the normal rails of perspicacity, wisdom, skoal!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Drafted out The Void listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #GypsyMan in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0 & #ForYourEyesOnly link to ‘medicate’ upon: #perspicacity @ https://youtu.be/31f78egHWfg #Wait #What? }

* Header of this piece is of and by #StonehengeTheShrineOfDruids

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SearchForANewWorld #EyesGotYerDahij #One #NeverTwo #HolyTrinityFree #Dead #GratefulDead #ZEN

‘COME TAKE ‘EM,’ FAKED A CREED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 4, 2020

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If and only if the best any human being can hope for is to live happy and free, no morte death

In some cases it is believed that every homo sapiens skull and bones runs out of putrid breath

To be or not to be is the same as being everything and nothing at all, a starburst tattoo scar

Without the radiation, without the energy for any species in the galaxies both near and afar.

Tattoo upon your skin and eyeballs, as if it means more than nothing at all, all in a dream

It is what it is, the story is in blue, green and red ink for the world to sublimate a scheme

Just because you thought you were so pretty and so smart and that everyone else was not

Nothing personal, just the facts of life, as my pappy used to say, there Mary, Great Scott!

Common ground where every human and other species walk, swim, fly or crawl, here

Now and that’s the way it is, the way it’s always been and the way it will always be, eh

Time will stop at the Ends where all temporal things made of clay, fire and cold beer

Our grandfathers’ sons, our fathers who may or may not be in heaven, it’d be weird!

To succeed at survival, the most fit killers of other men in battles for dominance, all win

Ala ad infinitum, you conceive you can go around and around in circles, it’s just a real sin!

That doesn’t mean that you can, you and nothing at all is Infinite, a concept of what awes

A thing itself which has no dependence on any previous Cause, on the hunt for First Cause.

Don’t take anybody’s word for the Truth, a humble position is a deduced, pseudo-conundrum

From premises assumed to have a preponderance of veracity to false assumption red-rum

Assumptions which lead to a sober mental state, inept and incapable of fallacious induction

X marks some spots but other spots have nothing, light and space and time don’t function.

Your mama and papa knew nothing about this, they held nothing back, Space and Time fly

From the babies who enter the world of Life and Death, while innocent of the reason but why

Ace ego to participate in the hysterical, civilized psyches’ societal parameters I love it, Fun

Above and below #FakeNews, YOU know { }, Superego core of Earth and center of the Sun!

Out of my cold, dead hands I said and it’ll be what it’ll be, a black hole to a singularity scree

What happened to the gold of the gods and what happened to the Director, gods of Sugaree

Event Horizons cannot be experienced without telemetry and rocketry, now LIVE on the fly

Network of the known meeting the ignorance and naive quality of the unknown, presence, I.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi 4 janvier 2020 après JC à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted while watchin’ #TheSearchForANewWorld on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/26A3XM7-W9o & wavering to the OM chant to move ALL NEGATIVE BLOCKS, ZEUS, ALA ZA ZEN link @ https://youtu.be/8sYK7lm3UKg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PapaDontTAKENoMess @GodfatherOfSoul #JamesBrown #JiveTalkin #Beegees #OneNight

#SettleTFDown
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SQUAWS SHEW THE ENDS, CHOLOS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 3, 2020

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Who you think you are you will always be, begin thinking that you exist on the mother, Earth

From the absolute origin of the first Adam and first atom, if there is One or even Two, at War

For the control over the other’s will to power, the dominant controls the subordination, Way!

If and only if it’s true that the deal’s done and that it’s out of my hands, it shew ain’t my shew!

Portal leading your intent and will from the things themselves to the ending of the One vision

Your own and nobody else’s Way of seeing your position on the planet is responsible for a Sin

That is ignorance of the importance of knowledge of your origin and destination, here an ova

Time is up, time is out, time has ticked every moment away from the primal One, SuperNova!

Although I beg to differ with the status quo and the Pope of Philosophy, my eyes of mortal sin

Function of this calculus equation is the exposure to the empty void of outer spatial oblivion

In confession and at communion, sinners will be sinners and contemplate the #Stations bliss

Infinite repetition of the identical scenes of divine betrayal and forsaken seventh son of This!

It's what it is before and after I was here, scratched on petrified wood, RS & CV, oh love

Where angels fear to go, out on the edge of the cliff, on the last balcony, a suicide rock cove

To jump off into the air for a 3.2 second moment of Awe and Regret, a flashback to die for

Dream asleep or awake as a matter of Free Will and a personal choice, still, a gamester’s 4!

Underneath the center of the core of wisdom, presented in petrified nutshells’ archaic graves

Immortality failed since Day One, it’s a propagated blind faith myth provided by the Alphas

To be followed as formal and informal rules of engagement, infancy to mortal phase out bliss

Utter ignorance is the bliss only the lonely will receive without cost, yet there’s a price, a kiss.

On the lips of babies and disgruntled spouses of the men and women called couples, the love

It’s as if your mother and father abandoned your need and desire for affection, so you search

High, low, above and below the skies, from mountains through cities and countries to the sea

Squaws lived free of daddy’s protective custody, skilled martial artists, hidden, in every body.

I am and you are the ones who are going to die when it’s our time, no offense but that’s Truth

Nobody other than those with blind faith in Nothing being something more of a spooky tooth

Nobody other than the deaf and dumb know it, without a scent or taste of wisdom, it depends

Out of focus, hysterical attention on the day after they die, we die, caput, finis, then It Ends!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Janvier Trois, 2020 Anno Domini

{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR: to the Ghetto The Original WAR Band #WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/ptIcert_Ra8 }

*Shew

A sound effect describing intense joy, happiness, or used as a form of celebration, thought to have Origin in California, by CHOLOS & CHOLAS KEEPING IT FAMILIA , #InTheHoods of East Menlo Park, CA Soledad, or as far south as Chula Vista #SaluteAmerica, #Ole }