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Monday, February 03, 2020

#NineStepsToHeaven #RoadToEcstasy #PistolWavinPanziesAndMyGrammasHands

SIGNIFY CROSS-TRAFFIC SIGNALS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, February 3, 2020
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Hippopotamus and Hippodromes have as much significance as aftermaths of funeral pyres
Absolute Nothingness in the middle of everything, all of It is here today and gone in hot fires
From subatomic particles to the Singularities that wait for all things’ everything, as y’all sing
At attention or at ease, in any case, Everything is everything and Nothing is indeed, nothing.

Two hats hangin’ on a hat rack, One says to the Other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head-case.”
Now or then humor takes the form of satirical absurdity, that’s my area of expertise, a worm
Fear and loathing of everything, it’s all unknown except named matter’s essence of idol bones
Persuasion with logic and reason, sounds, words and idle phraseology of philosopher stones.

Snapping to an infinite Space and Time in front and in back of the thing that I am, elder man
With naught but society’s security and Adam & Eve’s fecal Bay of pigs in San Fran’s chit-can
No way to stop the bums from the shat of their free food and shelter, it’s the form gods fight
Man’s conceptual ideas in the ether or after trees were chopped to write, DNA’s trip to white.

On becoming so unbecoming that you hide from the light of the day, prowling dark twilights
For the things themselves, some of them and in a biblical sense, all of them eternal catfights
Between angels of the darkness and the light, forming invisible pacts with the live, evil living
Meaning of signs of the crusaders’ cross is that there’s a higher power than Woman or Viking.

AlphaBetaCappaDeltaEpsilon for the sake of Being a tool for a purpose to exist doin’ a Twist
Feelings and thinking things about the causes of the effects we call Life on Earth, raise a fist
With obsidian leather power of fingers inside of sheep fleece and cow’s hides, fits like a glove
Appearance of a face of fear, a human genome with a reason to be here, alive, Valentino love.

I think I must be in utero because I can’t breathe the gas of my holy air, carbon rights left out
Took my breath away, created to suck it in and blow it out, I’m all in and out deep. no doubt
Ship ahoy to the sailors and slaves of the pirate thieves who stole boys from mothers of us all
Slaves to row boats and sail ships from Old schools to New Worlds, rolled up in an eight ball.

It is neither high nor low, either I’m on the right or the left, men and mice both left to the rust
Of cosmic soup, of Earth’s spinning wobble around in an elliptical orbit, a cloud of devil-dust
Gaping hole between it& nothing at all, it’s where it’s all at, brothers & sisters below & above
Empty or full, identical expression of One, a divine spell of magic, logic & unconditional love.

Finding the needle in the proverbial haystack out on the main drag, I used it to blow the ruse
Ruptured blood in vessels that carry a viral motto, #LiveAndLetLive, bleed out blacks & blues
For the love of being steeped in poverty or immersed in the wealth of gold and easier money
It’s all for just a microsecond at a time, of natural, imaginary moments that quell humanity.

Big, large, gargantuan, giant of my inner senses, count our midgets & dwarves’ double checks
Keeping the small ones quiet from voicing their uninformed, opinionated forms of antimatter
Sounds, sights, smells, tastes and just feelings of the good, the bad and the ugly-ace star treks
From ignorance, saved we are, as Yoda might say it, in an iota of Time, what’s goin’ on here?

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, February 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #WarIsNotTheAnswer #OnlyLoveCanCombatHate drafted jammin’ to a special version of #WhatsGoinON by marvelous Marvin Gaye link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, February 02, 2020

#RichardHeadsWelcome #TieYourBootsUp "Y'all workin' even when it's hurtin', up early with the birdies..." #FullThrottle #FixAMonkey @SamanthaFish rocks! #OhYeah!

FIX A MONKEY, AN AMORPHOUS ‘G’
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 2, 2020
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Jokers think they’re winning when they’re losin’ it, bit by bit, no #Bettys left alive with pot
Tomorrow I know that everything will still be everything and the Smoke won’t be anything
In a spatial warp of time lines, penetrating the rainbows of dark angels all karaoke singing
No flights for the ghost who gave it up, six was nine on cold, dead ground, like a flyin’ swat.

Pertaining to the rainbows and the interstellar space above, birds know they’re stuck on a ball
Inside a dome of air, creation of breathing plantation animals, microbes of a Hollywood show
Searching for more life than you’ve already been graced with, jealous of your sister’s later call
Dixieland’s Graceland are just north of Never Never Land where angels fear to go get a blow.

Easy to corrupt the innocence of the children who depend on their host to teach golden rules
Mortgage the youngsters after-school to the corners of the streets down the square block pool
Of men and mice and rats and roaches that animate the garbage and junk of humanity’s yard
Dump it where White Trash fears to go, make room for new, recycled crow, up & down bard.

Remember it all, hook, line and sinker, recollected a Presentation of my life, dire straight says
Recollection of my skinny bones and fat muscles in atrophy, ash in an urn, no free S.E. Cupp
Liberty is a phantom of the holy ghost that moves the DNA of cells dipped in an acidic hiccup
Pennies from heaven for you and me to keep us quiet until the Last Supper of Santa Clauses.

Using facetious puns to misdirect the attention from the present to the past, ignore the come
From nowhere and nothing in particular comes everything in general, amazing I am the One
Not you nor anyone else in particular, All is One, from a piece of charm’s invisible electron fix
Aristotle enhanced Plato’s dialogue for the nature of the Beast, scree screams 9’s got your 6.

You want greed and you get what you paid for, priceless subjects predicating objects of desire
Mental cases comin’ into the front doors in a straight jacket and belly full of sedatives on fire
Uno, dos, the only numbers that really count, 3 up to infinity’s matrix, that’s a Trinity’s funk
Animated the Unmoved Mover inside of your sullied soul, Original Sin’s sixguns, laugh punk!

Shotguns and arrows flung from cross bows to speed wisdom’s point into a dirty mind of Eve
She gave it all, form & matter, things themselves, gave it up to Adam, micro problem reprieve
Nothing else to do in the ennui of Eden, 2 fuq-forbidden fruits, burrowed up, sorry demigods
Deus, Zeus, Jehovah or Ala's Savior, wisdom in One, Joshua, Siddhartha or Buddha hotrods.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. February 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Created from the Void this AM, excused while I kissed the sky listenin’ to the #Beats of Ramones#HeyHoLetsGo #Greatest Hits (2006) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9xmRt_2Aia0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, February 01, 2020

#DontCrashNow #SonOfA #WeWillKickYourAssassin #Tree is what my pops used for #3....also, my mama's name, #Tree..... yo, yo! 1,2,3,4....

TREE OF MY FAVORITE EARTHLINGS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 1, 2020
We all only got what we give, what we gave may not have been enough if we’ve got it, nothing
I’m right behind y’all on the way to the end of the road where nobody gets off on a finish line
Taxes every year on the labor of you and yours, paying for only the Power of One knows, jinx
Pretenders following the leaders into the Black Hole where angels fear to go, age of a sphinx.

Dreams in a form of music that plays sounds of notes of scales without being seen, air waves
Interpreting the given into the style of the way of your beasts of burden and your saddle bags
Carrying things and memories you can’t forget from the cradles to the graves, deep in a sink
It may be true or false but nobody can come back to tell us one way or another, truth is Pink.

It’s a musical philosophy, words and rhymes and beats and riffs and runs up and down scales
In the middle of it or on either end, the infinite line has no being in angular, triangle squares
In the cubed heads above the necks of 200 bones, less the cranium, headless horsemen know
Where and when this thing itself is presented in egg, matter of DNA stardust-form, it’s a go.

You get what you got because it’s a return on what you gave into the genome, evened Stevens
It’s all there is between the essence of the matrix and your own id and superego, I am the sins
All of it, every single atom and charm in the struggle on Us, in the Void for a karma kid’s ear
No way to know and one way to find out, hit home runs is what we do, one, done, outta here.

Below a bronze statue of an immortal bunny rabbit, still got the music in you, teens grow up
Just a minute ago we were hidin’ from papa and mama, now we’re goin’ solo or duo stuck-up
Kicked my arse in for no reason other than to shame the unknown, the last One to even hurl
Neither you nor me, myself or I, not your betrothed spouse or your steady friend, a #boygirl.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. February 1st, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ Drafted in moments while listenin’ to some #DreamersDisease #YouGetWhatYouGive by THE NEW RADICAL 激進份子zzzz on youTube link @ https://t.co/bI1GRLZjm0?amp=1 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?