P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, February 05, 2020

@Substance & @Form #InAndOutTheCarosel #BoomDone #ExitStrategy

SAD GIRLS, NO PITY IN A BUGATTI*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday , February 5, 2020

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Smokin’ cigarettes and flowered weeds of the devil, spelled backward that’s LIVED, no pity

Driven from the shoulders that I used to cry on and now there’s nothing but the Void of Me

At the show we rock and roll until it’s time to check out and write a letter home to mom, yo

Don’t really want to do that but you gotta do what ya gotta do, it’s time to deal the dope blow.

Time and Space without a trace in the dream or at the end of the thing called, That’s Life boo

Wandered around in circles for decades and wound up near the same place we all started at

In the hole with the ace, this king’s queen makes the royal flush of the jack’s ten to one flow

Downstream or up the lazy river by old mill streams that never dry up when tears go splat.

It’s the divine movement of the rhapsody in divinity’s blues and humanity’s jazz, musical Ho

Wonder and pristine innocence provide the matrix for the innocence, memory erased in tow

Never to be recollected in heat of moments when hearts begin the break, fallin’ down slides

Slippery slopes providing the never-Nederland funk, where hearts break and heal, loves lies.

Periwinkle and fuchsia mix the hazel brown eyes with the choco-cocoa hair full of curlicues

Is that love or is that infatuation with the colors of the blindfolds, darkness lit up neon blues

Function of the bangs and the rest of the noise of spheres, of men and rats who squeal oinks

Like the swine who ran the planet when Martians and Pleidians dropped off the scared finks.

Mama told me all about the papa I never seen ‘cause he worked sixty hours weeks, seven days

Drivin’ truckloads full of TV tubes and electronics at the distributor warehouse of purple haze

Papa knew his kids wouldn’t be hungry for pigs, it’s just a dope cache of my holy, foolish scar

Haunted deep underground with a baby blue Bugatti, two tattoo hearts and a half drunk bar!

Slide on over close to me darlin’ you know you want to and so do I, so let’s ride this rock baby

Lovers made this and that kingdom here now and then over there, 7 oceans of rivers’, maybe

Or just a dream in a dream illusion of the perception comin’ from the outside of us all to find

Where it came from we don’t know, like a shadow is there yet it’s not, gold’s dust in the wind.

r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my brand new 2020 Bugatti! & still have 2nd & 3rd wishes!

c. Mercredi, February 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Jammed out the goddess’ souls LATE & jammin’ to the jams of Club StevieNicks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/S3DhXcQepbY }

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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?

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.