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UNHOLY, MUSE OF FIELD THEORY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 26, 2020

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One is taken aback with the words being both read and understood in a context of daddy’s Id

Where everything is indeed, everything and nothing is a certainty in search of the Cisco Kid

Where you come from makes no difference, not an iota of reason why we’re the shape-Forms

Matter in atomic bits and pieces of charm, a thing itself as a philosopher knows love’s worms.

Recollection of what will never be, what you and all of the angels wanted to be, a demon seed

With a mighty will power to create somethings from the sweet nothings, until they’re all freed

She’s gone and he’s gone, as an anthropomorphic consolation to be a booby prize of a breeze

A monopoly of both the wealth and the poverty of existence, coast to coasts across seven seas.

Many clues for perusal at the leisure of the apes who care why they’re spinnin’ mortality’s sin

In violation of Laws of 1st Cause’s effects, an argument exists, that Life’s a perpetual function

Of all atomic matter in any form’s shape of star dust, with or without the love we have, AGOG

It will be OK and it won’t matter once you get a last blink and turn off the lights of my BLOG.

For the sake of filling up the dead air between the poets and masons’ rock-gemstone freedom

Will has everything to do with causes’ effects, control The Will and rough diamonds will come

Time to time, in the living space you call home or away from It, gravitational collapsed souls

Wishing it wasn’t that way will never change sex’s Big Bang, Pulsars, Dwarfs or Black Holes.

Lyrics and notes of songs unsung, unwritten, inconceivable microdots of the trips you tripped

Changed your and your kin’s DNA forever, mutated divine DNA, angels’ fear, double-dipped

Darkness without possibility of parole, improbable while you read this Word, poof, no today

Immense space between ears and betwixt galaxies that boogie-woogie my Jersey rock-a-way.

Dancin’ in light or in darkness matters to nobody but You, You are all there is, It’s old school

If you allow vile, evil, live thoughts of cry babies to influence your life, a six gun will be done

Spread to the suckers of liberty and freedom, given from General Washington to Grant, who?

Yeah, I get it, you be doin’ yo’ thang, Love misses your lamenting rap of mommy’s drool, fool.

No comments, I’m serious, I’ve nothing further to say other than God is chaos’ finale repartee

All that’s left is the War I leave in my wake, a gravitational collapse of the underwater salt silt

Stardust meant for the Singularity’s stretch of a vicious Atom’s holy Eve of destruction today

From down under to the tip top of where I was and will be, I Just Love Skulls I’m #TheKilled!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Cryptic analysis in audio form and without prejudice, predicated on 20 minutes of uncut Isaac Hayes #DoingYoThing link @ https://youtu.be/G_RhJuh7VWs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EventHorizon #OnTheMindsOfMatter #ForTheLoveOfSuperGods

BUSTED DOWN, CRYIN’, ON BEING A FOOL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 25, 2020

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You and the city disappeared from the face of Earth, a place in Space cut into ‘holier’ earlobes

Could not hear the natural beauty everywhere in sight, needed two holy ears full of my probes

From the existence of the predators to the demise of the prey, marinating protein-DNA bones

Mincing the meat into the power to move the thing itself, 208 bones of refused essence tones.

On the floor or in the bed, dreaming while you walk about the ground of being is the It, It Is

That is everything that is everything, no free choice in the matter of essence, God’s cosmic tea

What it all comes down to is that you know a little more than nothing, uneducated guessing

I am what I see in the looking glass before falling down an empty, black hole full of blown It.

Inside the stars’ black blanket, a black board of voidness without any soul, Nothing’s matrix

Infinity’s unlike the things themselves here in the finite world, I come and go with cool tricks

Priests and doctors cannot fix the death that breaths your air, looking in through the outcries

My mother, my father, my sisters and brothers, have no faith in Nothing yet, It is all there Is.

Found my teeth still in my mouth, behind my lips’ gnashed microcosmic kiss of atomic fusion

Imagine a speck of you and you are dust in the wind, nowhere to go, nothing to do, just to Be

One with the Many split atoms from solar fission, fusion, an event horizon Singularity creed

Montana to Florida, Spain to China, North Pole to Antarctica and Nome, Dead Dream-Free!

Power and weakness are one and the same feature of the thing itself, particle physics of soul

What It is, nobody knows, blind faith in the high crimes and misdemeanors of house moles

Coming in from the outside of the container, the intent is to mesmerize the psyche’s drunks

Forcing the Super Ego to regurgitate the personality your parents left over, a menudo of funk.

Are you with me now? Stay right there, sit quietly, stop thinking ‘bout yesterday & 2 ‘morrow

Right here and right now in this Presence of Being, This is the Prize for being a concept blow

From benign, vacuumed cosmic dust we come outta nowhere full of nonsense, ad infinitum

One full stop, out of gas, windless, motionless, awareness’ black hole thing, here, now, me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted out of the Void @ 3 AM, it took ‘bout an hour to bleed-out without a link to #SuperIntelligence re-formed Form & Matter @ https://youtu.be/mg7netw1JuM }

 FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StayInsideOfYou #IWantToBeThere #CrusinTogether #JustToSeeHerOneMoreTime #LifeOfThisParty

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TO THE 9’S, ONE NIGHT OF KISSIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 24, 2020

#ToTheNines

Taken aback to First Cause of the First Breath of oxy-hydro-nitroglycerin gas chambered lead

Utter shock and awe following appearances of UFO lights, exploding white, black & blue skies

From sea to sea, moonshine and sunshine waver ‘til the Supernova’s consolidator atonement

Birds don’t fly, fish don’t swim, worms and snakes don’t crawl on The Rock’s demolishment.

Thought bubble drawn above my head for the meaning of the Word, the sound of the Silence

Coming from caves with holy scratches on the walls, where humans hid from a tiger’s stance

Ready to pounce on you before you even knew you were the hunted, to be recycled, Big Schit

A growler or the runs are better than the clogged rivers within the mundane bones of this It.

Words come in and out of my mind, what’s the program that my father left me, it’s forgotten

I think for certain or I wouldn’t be able to compile the thoughts from electronic shock-a-Zulu

A wavelength of cosmic light in ultraviolet essence of the Void, all infrared waves in heaven

Waiting for the Singularity to emerge once the deed is done, go to the light, #NewsAtEleven!

A day after you’ve expired your Time in Space, the rock and the animated bones still revolve

Around in circles about the only thing that matters, the mighty star, the sun, our sun of love

It’s not for the sake of love, not all of it, it’s appears to be an alien experiment, overlord scuff

Unintended consequence of making things multiply like bacteria in agar, overpopulated puff.

Three, two and the One is all I’ve been able to snatch from the jaws of hyper-existence, Fear

It is the only thing that can stop anyone human from diving off of a board or cliff, I’m skeert

Stopping or going make no difference in the long run, the happening will indeed, be It, there

Right in the pocket, in the sweet spot where fear and loathing disintegrate into my long hair.

Cosmic menudo or a grand illusion of the lost minds of philosophers and high priests, OMG

It will play itself out with or without my intent to direct the production, amen & mice overlap

With just a scent of the baited, bacon or cheese or peanut butter attracts the Snap of the Trap

What it is? Until the #BitterEnd, programmed to be #Woke, above & below, I’m #BornFree!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, January 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST

{ Ate an apple from a tree in the danger zone this AM, nothing happened! Drafted listenin’ to #MotownGreatest #soulGods on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ALumPcuOCcQ }

1 + 1 = 2
FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?