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xRAYS, COSMIC DUST & WISDOM
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 13, 2020

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Paid nothing for this, educated by my grandfathers and grandmothers children, enculturated

Homo Sapiens inherited the luck of the draw, the babies given to orphanages or convent of Id

Where the egocentric man-boys form a gang of a dirty dozen or three, rules the world of gold

Inside of your cardboard box with headphone/earbuds blockin’ out the footsteps and tire roll.

Lighthouses a twinkle of shining stars into the wild, dark night’s liberty, a #1 hit song to sing

For being in a place in Space at a specific Time in Pleasure and Pain both enjoyed it, suffering

Fear of Death and gravitational attraction derived from First Move of the Earth, orbit of love

Nothing lasts forever and forever lasts longer than that, infinity of the proverbial ghost above.

Out of the fountain by Michigan’s lake, I’ve become jaded by the sheer genius of the he-Man

Showing the ignorant the way to the wise power, leading to the unsuccessful din of Peter Pan

Oh no, we’re all gonna die, hum dump fell off a brick/rock/China wall, broke up in smidgens

From the yoke of DNA smart enough to climb an electronic wall full of electrocution of aliens.

If you are born and raised inside of a dark cave without live, you won’t need eyes to see The It

Something unknown becomes a feeling, not a vision to the psycho-social mind trust of my Id

Coming into plethoras past a singularity stretch of DNA quarks, #Cornpop’s hair n’ spareribs

Perfection of one’s own imaginary philosophy of existence, bygones and mitochondrial webs.

Cast aspersions at the way of the middle path at your own peril, look over the precipice of me

Who you are and were is not who you’ll be at the final termination of your moves of the godly

Earth spins, gives an impression of light and dark, egg-triggered mortality, blind faith screes

A bitter taste, pungent smell, hard to say, acidic or alkaline, stardirt god’s a dirty, holy freeze!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier 13, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

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HERE & NOW, A CRYPTIC COLDCUT

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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.

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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 }

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#OneElevenTwentyTwenty 1-11-2020 #NotEveryPictureTellsAStory

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ON BEING PLATO? I EAR YOU, POPS

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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.

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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 }

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