@MarvinGaye @MariahCarey @BobSeger #OnBeingMississippiRollers #KissMyAintThatSomething #WTF #OVER ?

 GOD’S DAM? MY KAYAK FREEFALL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 8, 2020

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All we know, Money's the only thing, Everything’s a Fire Sale, Main Street serendipitous lies

Known Truth is another form of the same nonsense extrapolated from abandoned, dark skies

Where the stupid DNA gene has proliferated due to the attraction of being All to human void

Marked by an ‘X’ on the ground of being, a Space place to stick the spade’s holy crosshair kid.

One left to bury the Many deeper in the far end of the cesspool, a magical mama’s wasted ilk

Thing itself thinks about it all, essence and form of the animated and grounded worms’ silk

Soft and smooth to erase, to forget, to disintegrate, to absolve the creation from wrong right

Politically corrected and full of the fear of confrontation with the One who will get in It tight.

Mind matter doesn’t exist, there’s nothing with a mind in the matter, therefore, we’re all of It

How do I know? I know nothing and therefore it follows that Nothing exists, least in my shyt

Offended by ghettos and dispatched white trash dumps, where plastic paper forms a Divinity

Easy to crucify or burn on a funeral pyre, nothing is all of it, a mix of recollected serendipity.

No? I didn’t either but I had to ask because the paradigm case is Everything is Everything, yo

Not a smidgen of the Truth left over from first cavemen or woodsmen, all snorted bits of blow

IN and OUT of 208 bones with or without a diaper, catching shyt in holy places, a royal flush

Once or twice, with starry eyes searching for room to retire on fire, a holy, happy smoke push.

The bet is all in for the share of the booty, won without work just dumb luck, security’s fool

Walkin’ away with a load of cache, the ones who want to take it out of your hands, be a tool

Runnin’ ‘Dozens’ on the ghetto rats and cyber-world of neighborhood trolls, it’s tantamount

Use the tool of shame, to facilitate the souls trip from living Evil to be raw meat’s BBQ Hunt!

Metaphysical business ethics merge into the essence of the Singularity, nothing is the matter

When that fact has been metabolized, it is always too late to be satisfied with that status quo

God’s dog-consciousness from utter ignorance, drunken altered consciousness, swung batter

I captured the wood, ball slid into my bat grain’s sweet spot, a supernova hit, the heavy blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday January 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted All Alone, doin’ the #FandangoTango & listenin’ to Bob Seger “Lightening & Thunder Bear” & #ILikeThatOldTimeRockAndRoll #AutumnClosingIn on the #NightMoves & ‘Greatest Hits’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mv-3kdrQe0k}

FINIS

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#MississippiRoll #WhereISpentMy19YearOnEarth #BiloxiBlues

SYMBIOTIC PLAY FOR KEEPS, GA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 7, 2020

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Nobody will believe that you’ve gone rogue and have drafted a cyber-psycho team of #Man

Not only are you the original One, you are the only One, just a matter and energy formation

Macrobiological magic and microbiological jingo walkin’ upon the plane, existing in a brat

On being a Neanderthal DNA code presented from cave walls of camel, Adam and Eve scat.

Sutured up the cuts and slashes once the healing is underway, scars and tattoos all disappear

As if there were never a slice of pain, here and now or before this Time in Space, never, ever

Not a chance in the bottom of Hades that exists in the minds of the tragic scared cats of hehl

In or out of the dream territory, asleep in the day or the night, thinkin’ twice then rang a bell.

You and I have no choice, nothing is free including the choices we make, our hands are forced

By the powers that be either random force or directed will of Powers-That-Be, amore It loved

To be or not to be was never any question for the divinity above and below, always To Be One

Never divided and conquered by random circumstance of being an ignorant shrew of the Zen.

Purpose is mine, you’re dreaming about reading the words and comprehending Truth as it is

Logical deductive reason of induction of arguments’ assumptions or #FakeNews’ conclusions

Pertaining to the fascination with the Peace between the Wars, ad infinitum, desire for Sins

Coveting you and I for the things we find and save in our safe place, a Force to a hot kissin’.

Lips open or shut with the eyes wide open or shut tight as a drum, say no evil, live It up alive

Awakened a genie in the bottle, found on the side of the two-way road to perdition’s beehive

I see what you’re trying to do, luring me into your web with these fancy words, sweet tunes

That is the #Hades place down below the core of the earth, in an atom of gut-wasted goons!

In conceptual analysis of Word and flesh, the imaginary creates #FakeNews, it is what it is

That is some power, that knowledge that it is what it is, makes ya wanna cry rivers of tears

Mother and father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousins and friends all agree, I don’t know

Nobody is so high that they can’t get way low down and dirty, like a roach in a rat trap goo.

Always something but usually nothing you can do about it, none of it, any of it, beyond us all

Hope for the steam and heat you get when you’re warm and comfortable in a cocoon squall

New religion of blind faith in the gas you breathe in and out of your lungs, a lapis lazuli soul

Where angels can’t fly, when evil and dead spirits rise from Earth’s dirt bag in a black hole.

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ Jammed it out of the #Void, the #Ether, out of nowhere while listenin’ to some #HotLicks of the #Blues ala #RobertCray, #BuddyGuy, #EricClapton & #BBKing on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKRARDgYD0Y }

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#FIERCE #SPLINTERED #ATONE @CarlosSantana

 

FOOL’S GOLD O’ER LOVE, GOD I AM

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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.

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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 }

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