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Monday, January 06, 2020

#FIERCE #SPLINTERED #ATONE @CarlosSantana

 
FOOL’S GOLD O’ER LOVE, GOD I AM
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 6, 2020
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The gods left the lady and the tramp to fend for themselves with chakra deep, blue healing
In a place in Space where everything imaginable is everything that’s a probable scat fling
A baboon equation in a zoo cage to act civilized as ancient tribes of humans, cro magnons
Ones who did not allow the liberation of the female of the troop, saddle up, monkey sons.

A feckless bunch of gangs inside and outside of the city’s skirts, run the show, in the know
Pushed and shoved out of the learning the 3 R’s and history of civilization’s religious blow
Blaming the hard times and destructive nature of being as the Devil, lived spelled in reverse
Hands down with the palms face up, hands on deck meaning ready to be the weapon’s curse.

Pushin’ buttons, pullin’ levers, watchin’ lights blinkin’ smokey neutrons, protons & electrons
All for the sake of controlling the eventual Earth quake that splits the air, land and sea in two
One for us and the other half for the pulverized dust to fill up the jet streams’ bone dry cons
Out of the ice, thawed into the gas between the stage and drivin’ a nail, hammerin’ the screw.

For the last time, I am going to advise my psyche that uses ignorance and failure to recollect
Memories of the things that have been done from the first to the last step to pay the debt
One which may not be as important once death has paid it’s final visit to the animated silk
Hairy worms, in a conglomeration of relationships, of smoke and mirrors suckin’ Ma’s milk.

Fair to say and believe that nobody knows anything, elders nor peers, certainly not the young
Innocent on E Street or Main Street near the L, where hands & feet beat the drummer’s song
It is in the end, the thing itself that only you know and I know, since day 1, prehistoric delight
Pulling the G strings, facilitating the progression from young beauties to burning in sunlight.

Luck being a word for avoiding disaster happening all around your perimeter and within you
Knowing what wisdom is can enhance your chances of surviving the onslaught of murder flu
Like a virus, you allow it’s entry into your genome, it dispatches copy cats into the deep sea
Down below the waterline where light don’t shine, down for the count on holy smokes’ tea.

Money, lead to gold in the fired up flames of Hades, where Heaven went to avoid the water
Down by the waterline is where the animals go to drink, saluting the thirsty son and daughter
Profound infinity allowing the brief glimpse of the acid trip, LSD on the DNA yields the Hair
Nowhere in any place, never at any time from the dawn to the dusk of awareness, I’m there!

Symphony of presence and future shock all becoming the historical recollection of stardust
Hot, cold, stupid, ignorant, insane, intelligence from surveillance above or below, we fussed
Yielding hard rock cabins and gas pillows, to be or not to be, a psycho-babble, #RedRum rust
Herds eating life-force, feeding reincarnated deaths of animated atoms, #MurDer wanderlust.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, January 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while metabolizing CARLOS SANTANA - Gypsy Queen; Oye Como Va; Evil Ways; Jingo; Once It's Gotcha; Live In Berlin 1987 link @ https://youtu.be/Rpkv-NncA5c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisIsNotEarth #YouAreOnTitan #GodIsDogSpelledBackward #Flygirls @J-Lo

COSMIC COMEDY OF A SPACE ACE *
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 6, 2020
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*******                                                                                  *******
If the equations and writing of the printed Word is not on the wall, then nothing is everything
Then in that case, everything is not everything, as I always assumed was the holy Truth king
Whether you or I or anyone else likes it or not, the facts of life are what they are, a horror tale
One that doesn’t end at Death’s rotting 208 bones, logarithms of body and soul, windy sail.

Remote observation in an armed drone provides the beings above and below with empty Void
I of the ego and the id that masquerades as the thing that matters in the Cosmic menudo boy
No error in the DNA code because what is perfect cannot mutate without Will of a holy Hole
Utter vacuum inside the head of the mind of the supreme oneness, without you, without soul.

Communicate the connection to the Void to the many who take leaps of faith and hope to god
One more day of breathing the gas, unpolluted, undiluted essence of a revolutionary wobble
In an elliptical, electron-like pathway around a single atom, the sun, the star is man’s Zeus
Compared to the alternative, the dream you’re in is better than the dream without the zoos.

Cream of the crop has risen to the top where it evaporates and is ionosphere’s purple rain ho
From tips of volcano mountain tops to the core of It’s potato shape, seven leagues’ undertow
Earth thing itself, complex stuff naturally selected, star evolved, a United States Space Force
Main data of intelligent extinction, primordial agar fun in a petri dish of plasma’s AIDS virus.

Puff up your gas balls to keep the treasure from disappearing into thin air, a golden lead ball
Inner-outer space, plasma seen and invisible to naked skin, magnetic pole, black hole squall
Escaping the magnetic field that attracts the wings of the birds who fly high, that’s it, they die
Coronal mass ejection is the source of Life on Earth, not the Force of Star Wars or lonely RA!

If and only if I’m right about the historical record being the Truth, then Life is a random gift
Nothing planned by mothers or fathers, anonymous, recombinant DNA acid of a cosmic rift
Dreaming in a dream then waking up in the dream before its end, eyes open, #Woke awake
Blinded by light, deafened by the high and low decibel arpeggio notes, radiowaves of the fake.

It is a tragedy if you’ve run the gamut from birth to death and not realized that life’s my scars
Just a scheme you and I accepted to stay free of being in prison, in jail, behind animals’ bars
Better to go drinkin’ inside the bars that you can somehow get home from, cut high and tight
Melody on cloud 9, 10:4, in my homer slide, a divine comedy of volunteers, we #Woke, g’nite!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. January 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while #Skeert in a vortex of invisible particles swept up into the Black Hole which is everything, #EverythingIsEverything Donny Hathaway says it like this & that’s the way it is, it’s like that! https://youtu.be/l3p4DFnBpkM }
* Picture on the wall for the header is a #FamousDonutShop in Sacramento I went to yesterday for a cup of #BlackDeath cafe-con-leche & a chocolate donut with bloody coconut on top! Donut Madness http://www.donutmadness.com/ #ScaredMeToDeath so, I bought coffee & a donut before there was #Blood! ROTFLMAO Now, #GitSome }

Sunday, January 05, 2020

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

DAZED, CONCEIVED, MA, SKOAL, UBIQUITOUS *
by
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!


by
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.?