P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, January 12, 2020

#UnderATon Window @TowerOfPower #BozJazz #ColderThanDiamondIce

HERE & NOW, A CRYPTIC COLDCUT

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 12, 2020

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Cookie cutters never hurt the dough they cut into the shapes and forms, it’s all this GD funk

Here today not tomorrow, like it or not, joy turns to sorrow whether good or bad, ship’s sunk

In the Overton window, you’ve seen what will be in revolution of a thousand bums, it’s a sign

Pestering your grandma and making your grandpa laugh is derriere off, made him live to 99.

Broken bones and sore muscles ripped to shreds in a aeronautical crash into the moon rocks

Got no friends and the whole world crashed down on your noggin, full throttle pedal to metal

Hurt by love, got all the best of me, then like a phoenix I rose from the smoke and ash to cielo

Left this and that behind, grounded where it began, in the Void’s muck, I suck the air I blow.

OK, mom and pop have left the Earth and put this heavy load into my mind, trained by p0pes

Cardinals and bishops who never learned to play chess, they’re in check for their mortal lives

Impeccable though I am, I care about evolutionary flaws of the victims of love, Mama’s babes

Rolling stones and all of that jazz that comes out of the air, the plugs and wires, pitcher saves.

I am Oh for Three in the Trinity, I walk down lonesome roads with heavy loads, I am the One

Nothing in the Many would ever allow the Truth to be known, that you and I are having fun

Be that as it may, woe betide you, don’t let the roads get the best of you, follow a middle fork

Something you will recover here, recollection of your generation from naught but a tiny dork!

Why? Give me a reason, good or bad for the Facts of Life, never told by some who had death

By the throat, chokin’ all of the life out of the rocks and muck and mire, it’s what a man seeith

Lookin’ around while blinded by the starlight of the sun’s blown atoms, roads and paths gone

Standin’ still and able to see 360 degrees around the circles and squares, a triangulated song.

Morning morons and idiots never sleep and never dream, I am not one but I know them all

A thousand times I’ve walked the steps from the foundation’s ground of being to the hilt call

Path blocked, sound off, lights off, never born, never died, the amorphous thing itself, I am

Tears wiped away, crying rivers terminated, joy and sorrow done gone, I shot & ate the ram.

Last supper, last lunch or the fastest of breaks, two minute walk time, eleven of fifteen is It

All you and I will ever get from the powers that be, wobble, spin, fly in elliptical, finite orbit

Ending the trip another time won’t matter much, a supernova never killed anything ya punk

Only the anaerobic breath’s gotta go, pretenders & material girls in a world of my silk Funk.

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Copped out of the original divine gibberish swimmin’ in the menudo of roads to Hades, jacked-up on StevieWonder #BoogieOnReggaeWoman @ https://youtu.be/ylQMhYqSntk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, January 11, 2020

#OneElevenTwentyTwenty 1-11-2020 #NotEveryPictureTellsAStory

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ON BEING PLATO? I EAR YOU, POPS

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 11, 2020

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This is the way it is, son, I know what I know and NOBODY knows more than I do, it’s pizazz

What I’ve got is a conscious thrust of the spur, deep into the ribs and a swift kicks in the ass

Broken souls and hearts mended in the alleys and backwoods of the Tundra, TNT holy sheets

With or without the blankets and the heater dog’s hot paws and belly full of sugar baby beets.

Utter desolation into the cloud 9 of the mercy and charity of the smiling fools of rolled Stones

Where round balls move around a table into holes, cue balls shot in a hall of forgotten bones

Why mothers conceived, why sisters and brothers killed one another, for the golden overkill

When you find out let me know, just get out alive, wipe away your tears, so be mad and chill.

Here’s the crossroads of love, here’s the signs that will signal the Way of the Warrior’s girls

Behind us in the safe place where angels fear to go, the daylight lasts a while & then it twirls

Madness and sanity without a place in space after the supernova First Cause returns to Mash

Dusted in cosmic menudo, peppered with unanswered ‘whys’ & ‘whos’ for the #Green stacks.

It doesn’t hurt much when you’re cut and bleeding to death, the heart ain’t pumpin’ the Air

Need the liquid iron and divine mix of instant Oneness and evolutionary Many full of Fear

Drawing the daily grind out of the deck of 52, rollin’ the bones for the snake’s eyes reward

It’s all in the wine, in the squeeze of the grapes, accidents are impossible, I will what it is!

You won’t know it until you believe it, hook, line and sinker, that is the Way, Mercy, Love is

There is no other way than the Void, it’s here now, a fronting of your microscopic brass balls

Super Ego in charge of the whole shebang, it ain’t my fault that it’s only this way, all my calls

Ignorance may be the way to handle Socratic ‘Truth,’ so be happy, Plato, just forget about it!

Begin the alpha of an original bang of star stuff with a forgotten memory never, never-landed

Because at the beginning before there was light, it was Darkness as it is now and will be then

When the lonesome road leads to the dust of the casket or urn, problems all solved, all’s dead

Space between your ears is where it All happens, how it All is, life’s here now, I got it, #Zazen.

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday 1-11-2020 @ 6:66 AM PST

{ #SKOAL Bled out of the corpuscles and capillaries as the Northern Hemisphere bathed in the darkness of #CosmicMenudo & Marvin Gaye #ThatsTheWayLoveIs in an infinite loop with thrown kisses little darlin’ bonus link @ https://youtu.be/adt5pPzTSVQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, January 10, 2020

#GotEnoughYet #GetMoreThanYouThoughtYouCouldHandle #GetDown #WARtheBand #911 #DoIDoWhatYouDo @StevieWonder @AliciaKeyes

TRAILERS AT THE ORIGINS OF ILK*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 10, 2020

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When it comes and goes, you’ll know because it’s what you feel, not all your fake azz-jazz jive

A miracle that the road to heaven led to my front door in the middle of gale & thunderstorms

I was what I was and it’s not what you think, not apparent to the naked eyes of earthworms

DNA moves where it moves without a thought about me or you, nobody gets outta this alive!

No need or desire to make a comeback to where you never wanted to be, who wants to be sick

Yet here’s a tragedy in the middle of the comedy, you know it and I know it, this just has to be

Truth is everything is everything and it’s all right, no problems other than the last gasp of air

Bless my po’ heart, dead animal skins’ souls, wooden plastic sticks, golden drummer symbols.

Inventing everything that you don’t know out of Nothing but the inherited chicken scratch art

On the cave walls, out of the light of the day where everything disappears into the dusted part

Milky Way or just a Snickers or Three musketeers bar, to rot your sweet teeth to the core fate

Pulled away from the jaws of your early expiration, on the beach under palm trees and dates.

Always the faith in the unknown to satisfy all of the atheists and theists, thirsty and hungrier

Than the mothers and fathers who came before all of us who are here and now, pretombstone

Everybody may not have a stone, possibly at the worst, buried under Earthquake’s headstone

Ready, willing, able to be handicapped, given a micro-edge over the most prolific star’s scorer.

You can either bet your life on it or put your cash where your unshut trap is, no sky’s the limit

Space of infinity or microscopic invisibility, either way the matter and form becomes this, It

What it is, good, bad or ugly, possibly attractive to the need to squeeze a fake form of orgasm

Out or in of a moment of distribution of the atomic electronics, a case of divine mesmerism.

Boys and girls, settle down now kids, no need to call the Man or a mom you don’t know, Joe

Just immerse in free flowing rivers north or south of the equator, then go with the force flow

To the end of a place in space where it all goes in the end, oblivion it’s always been, hero flaw

What it was to be Man is the same as being a dead man, trailer begins, hot Jump Street draw!

r j j stephan, i *Header is CAS at the tip top of the Seattle Space Needle in 2019 A.D. back from PrincessCruise to #Alaska ... OMG, she travels like a pro!