#WOKED #PostThePest @SANTANA @WARtheBand #CalledOutFromTheBarrio #ForgetAboutIt

POE'S #WOKE, DONE GONE FISHIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 28, 2020

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From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto chit.

Gave the two new kids on the Chicago blocks of 2020 A.D. a peanut butter sandwich tattoo

On your forehead where the people look to see if you’re good, bad or just as ugly as grandpa

From the bottom of the barrel of monkeys, where wise men fear to go, they die there #Bro.

When it’s all come down to this, it’s all enough to kill a horse or at least beat One into bytes

Tiny fools lovin’ the small bag of money you got in your backpack, look out, reaper’s comin’

You can’t stop it, you’ll drown or be crushed or maybe just left out to rot in the God’s dam It

From the honkeys and the Toms come the grief of the drifters, from the tracks of ghetto schit.

You know what it’s like to die right? Behind your shades, behind your eyes, there is It, a Void

Down, dirty, up your sleeve with an eternal thrust into darkness’ form, I’m a singularity droid

Into the days of a blazing, burning out Oxygen generator, cosmic light turned into my breath

In and out of my mind’s lungs, the theory goes, you’re born, live and die in the end, it’s Ends.

I have no PhD or MBa but I got a shirt on my back and boots on my feet, blood, taxes & fools

Everywhere, all around the place in space where I am, Ma & Pa dropped a dime, how I rolls

Maybe a Tootsie or a Rolls, either way the thing itself is no more nor less than rat snitch scum

Below the slugs and moles, barnacles and mitochondria congregate to prepare the infinitum.

Lights came on, I blinked for a hundred years, it dawned on my day, spun my star’s asteroid

Angels are nothing more than everything other than me, my baby’s learned Ego, super Freud

Full or empty of the Words that made the Flesh, it all is comin’ down to a holy, post mortem

Living left hangin’ around the deep state’s holes in grounds of being, all there is, It’s all done.

Golden pity on the dearly departed for leaving before you & I, no worries, you got hot thighs

It’s a comin’ hot mess, singin’ about it, you know it, last taste & gasp, cut out sunlight’s rise

Into an Event’s horizon you go, stretched into microscopic lines of the Black Hole’s ugly Good

Invisible, indivisible and all of It, One left over, relaxed a Big Bang’s Puff, bled out of blood!

Jump the phqn freaks from behind, there is only a game without any rules left so we eat it all

From the red and black dirt minerals and the refused junk in the yard, come what I am in Fall

Runnin’ dozens and grossing out the innocent and the beautiful minds of raped alien dreams

#Woke and awakened consciousness, I animate the cartoon’s body and soul on BlackJack 49!

Lonely road with too many thoughts of the rights and the wrongs between me and star gazes

Long and narrow, no way to get on the shoulder, on the gravel, it’s an empty void of ho-Azzes

Ends from the Original Bang, it was Big, it was Small, It is all there is, debt to pay in full first

I jumped up, I jumped around, first and last move from the emptiness, skate into of course!

Blast I had today, I hope we can do it again but we probably won’t, it’s over when it’s over chit

Freedom and my choice to be alive or dead, watchin’ the rules and regs, hoppin’ all around it

Eventually the Event Horizon pulls your super-Ego into the bottom’s top, tip of the caput pill

Equalizers left in white houses of DARK trash, swimmin’ with FISH in heaven boys, eat, kill!

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r j j stephan, i #NEVERMOREnevermore

c. Mardi, Janvier 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Draft Kobe-completed Ends while listenin’ to #Angel by E V E R L A S T ( B A N D ) on an eternal loop link @ https://youtu.be/89hOIUAobYY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeresTheDirtyLowDown @BozScaggs #WhatItIsIsUnbelievable #GetMeOutOfThisWARD

END ONE ORIGIN OF REVOLUTION

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 27, 2020

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As the universe is, the world we live in spins in circles, as it was intended after the Big Bangs

Many and the One in conflict with the gravitational collapse and the myriad of quarks’ things

Blocks invisible and indivisible as the Void’s nature allows, absolute emptiness in the middle

Where angels not only fear to go but are not welcome, no where to use winged, airless flight.

Space is empty and needs no wings to move from point to point in the matrix of cosmic slop

Mess of atomic and subatomic macro-media that moves in conjunction with Earth’s #TopCop

A man behind the curtains of Oz, runs the show as if nobody cared because nobody gives a F

About doin’ the right thing for everybody else, the concern is for survival of the One, the Self.

Without an agenda other than, breathing, eating, shatting and sleeping, only procreation’s It

Sons and daughters of the mothers and fathers, the DNA of the solar system’s funk, godsends

Amazing that you got here at all in infant form and outstanding that you now use it, depends

On light in the doom’s darkness to the blaze of special relativity theory, atomic excitement fit.

Mink coats of the critters who crawl and scurry through the humanity of garbage dumps’ ilk

Food fight for bugs and worms that fulfill the evolutionary dream of yin and yang’s cow milk

You get it and survive or you become the food for the critters who survive and recycle punks

From your beautiful and handsome skin and bone and personality to the hole in buried Funk.

Name the babies, girl and boy, let them grow and eat their way to the end of days, corpus Di

Agape eating holes, relaxed muscles of the defecate holes of great men and women of society

Bring the hate mongers with the lovers of the Word together in one party, on the Titanic fly

Down yonder from the middle of nowhere, here, now you are, congratulations to it, my scree.

Utters of the cows give us milk that our own mothers refused to give, humanity’s formula tea

Minerals and vitamins for growth of the form from a pound to two or three times more, I see

Blinded by the bright lights that come out of nowhere once the birth right’s been dealt thrice

A recollection of The Thing itself, immortally mortal, living dead, GODS trump bad advice!

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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s my cousine Nadine Stephan, MODEL extraordinaire X #POND }

c. Lundi, Janvier 27th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Grateful Yank I mean, the #GratefulDead #TheDead @ theDEADstore full of Great moments in Libtard History, here’s a link, I report, you can’t decide WAR THE BAND #AllDayMusic & #HITS can @ https://youtu.be/coHUt4si8Oo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouGotTheMusicInYouToo #YouGottaPullThrough #AintGotNoTimeInTheWorld

LAID & GOT THE MUSIC YOU GAVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, January 26, 2020

*TIME *SPACE

Open up the emptiness of the thing itself, you will find nothing like what you see in a mirror

It’s everything else in every other real world that doesn’t matter, find WAY through the door

Not only do you not know there’s a door right there in your own mind, in your head, but well

There’s a dreamer’s disease, like it or not, the Truth was told, a Lie offered, rung hell’s bell?

I fell from grace with the powers that be not even knowing that they existed, I mean, late calls

Neither here nor there yet able to influence random occurrences action, intended serendipity

But that is only because you don’t hear the music inside of you when it’s stirring up the balls

Reasons to live to give and get back all you give to the whole shebang, cosmic, chronic, free.

Everything from the alphabet to grammar, spelling, phonics and a logical deductive reason

It’s all about the language talking about the things inside and outside of the human minds

Each and every one only a piece of the starshine comin’ from 93 million miles from big sun

If certain things are true about the nature of this beast called man, then bend over to kiss it!

Why don’t you kiss it? No morals or red lips, nothing left to do except pucker up, kiss THIS!

Goodbye now, we’re through, see ya on the rebound, you are worried about your death pang

It hurts whether it’s shared with a friend or associate but it doesn’t matter, living evens it up

Success with the beginning from just an idea, a thought about an orgasm moment, in a cup.

Next thing anybody knows, from a moment of random recombination of genetic fizz, I come

From the bowels of the machine I am both within and without control of the causes’ effects

As what was at first nowhere in sight, I speak from the pre-ovum state, cracked your ass-in

What in the intercourse of horses are doin’ tryin’ to fool me into a false sense of loving sin.

Dreamin’ of laughing until I cry all night long, found the light in your eyes, music’s scars you

You got it, don’t let it go, don’t blame me for the reasons you think you got what I give, Nope!

That ain’t it, give it to me now, I don’t care if you don’t give it to me ever again, hang on rope

Found the music in Me, it wasn’t just inside of you, you got yours, I got a reason to live too!

Hit the telephone pole in the alley on on a Harley because I had the dreamer’s disease, yup

Laughin’ now until I start to cry in the darkness, as my dreams lie dying, the music remains

I hear it in my head, says I got what I gave, I gave it all and I got everything, it was everything

In the crowd there’s a miracle waiting to transubstantiate into One’s Soul, then THEY CRY!

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r j j stephan, i

c. January 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ Created after crash landing on the twelfth moon of Jupiter while being distracted by blasting Newrad #YouGotTheMusicInYou #WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive #GiveItToMeNow link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }

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