#OnAFreightTrain #ReadyToJumpOffInAlbuquerque #JustRanOutOfTracks @GreggAllman #ImNoAngel

BLOOD ORANGE, JUICE OF JOSHU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

---------------  *Assimilate  ---------------

Well she comes and she goes with the candles in the wind, they get blown and move south

Cut off from the oxygen to burn into the ether, the atmosphere, the Void of the herbivores

Nothing to say to the animal cannibal but to stop eating things that crawl and jump around

From the womb to the ending of the breath that comes in before I blow it out of my mouth.

To the entire being that burns the stars in the middle of nowhere’s darkness, I do love y’all

Every atom full of charm and love, invisible to naked eyes but insight and dreaming this ball

Is all I have without any heaven and hell that was a given notion for Supernova or Singularity

Y’alls will to power bring ballsy love into the deep womb I know blindfolded, it’s all ‘bout me.

Nothing personal to the others, the Many who are not me and never will be, I am what I am

I crawl, walk, run, cry, laugh and put it all into perspective, mine and only mine, all gods dam

It is what the ruler of the empire does, lives alone in solo flight being the alien, the Earthling

I always know the fire is with me, burnin’ holes in my pockets like cash money needs no ring.

Married to mobs and unfiltered pond scum to glean the water from the wood, metabolize me

Consummation of the transubstantiation changin’ water to blood-wine, a crucible’s grace fee

Drinking deep into beings where angels fear to roam, spotted hunger, ate wiseacres’ thumbs

Animated the 208 bones in silhouette form-essence, moving Unmoved Mover’s holy crumbs.

Sacred hearts of my people and their pretend Savior who lurks in raw words, bleed out to Ur

Fantastic place of lore where we’ll never be and never return to, it’s a ruse to control the whirl

Menu-do of punks and intellectuals on the divine menu, dream in a cosmic dreamer’s sin bin

Original, mortal, venial and other transgressions keep the species in check, humanity’s killin’.

No wishes allowed, not three, two or one, you get exactly what you get in Karmic relief, OMG

Only the presence of my super-Ego and Id ‘cause the Ego’s toast, in & out the land of the free

Obey or be incarcerated against God’s Will, a straitjacket of your ma and papa, house of fun

To be or not to be, all too human words of an epitaph on my granite head stone, “One done.”

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi 7 février 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the emptiness in my mind’s eye & jammin’ to greg_allman jams link @ https://youtu.be/NWNKHi2joJE & #MidnightRider with one more silver dollar @ https://youtu.be/yojZ-Ksr8AE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HyperHeaven #SubatomicHellFire

WE’RE LAZY IN CONQUERED SPACE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 7, 2020

- - - - -  #SkipItSkippy - - - - -

Of the rats who crawl and humans who burrow in the caves deep traps of holy burial mounds

Pyramids and headstones commemorating a life that nobody remembers, release the hounds

WTF are you lookin’ at? It’s just a regular thing, mine and yours, all of us just all too human

Effects follow causes of the free will to act and move to the rhythm, pound a back beat, man!

From south to the north poles, around the circumference of Earth’s burnt stardust, we rollin’

On the way to the grave of others who came died alive, a Martian pulsar full of air for ballin’

Performance mismatched millions of bucks in a cache of commercial endorsement rhymes

Showtime for the minions to see what’s possible and the improbability of seeing Good times.

South or north of borders of natural division, rivers and lakes demarcate dead zones to Light

Intellectuals and punks who learned nothing from ancestors, consume a blind man’s insight

Miracles happen just because they can, if you don’t believe it can happen, it will not, dead air

All in for the war’s duration, pass the ammo please, small or long arms to steal, I don’t care.

It goes the way it’s always gone, beginning to the ending, it’s the same old story, different day

Mention the facts of life, forget about it, hat fun facts sacred, fever pitches, homeruns of Ruth

Happy that you’re in a club of more than two and awaiting a Word to stop the madness’ fray

Magic spells and incantations give hope to the hopeless, it’s false but better than the Truth.

On being a man not a dog who rolls over to get attention from the master, pray hard for It

Words so heavy in light syrup that you cannot avoid the intensity of being without the gods

Evil is Live spelled backward either for a reason or not, random sounds just happened, chit

Now and later just like before, you came and conquered the matter, materialistic hot rods.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 911 am/pm

{ drafted listenin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast in perpetuity, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DrinkUntilYouCantDrinkAnymore #UMMAGUMMA1&2 @Sysyphus

THE STRUGGLE, DEADMAN’S HAND

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 6, 2020

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Dysfunctional all we have, all there is, everything’s the passing of aces & eights, gettin’ stiff

That is what it’s all about, that and a blues guitar strapped shoulder to hip, axing a neck riff

That will lay the chords down and the rhythm and beats of the heartbeat like about 240BPM

I didn’t know the thing itself was an arpeggio on the block, dreamin’ on dead end street scum.

What it all comes down to is that the form of the play we’re starring in will have a last finale

Some punks lift up their fists as if that means that they have power, clearly 2 aces never fail

It’s all over when the Jacks are trips, full house aces under one eyed Jack’s diamond signs

Whatever dominates dead men’s hands is engulfed in the One, Nothing itself, itself a thing.

Indescribable and with no adjectives to modify the pronoun, It is the whole shebang, Zeus

Greeks, Romans, Europeans, Russians, English, Latinos, Orientals and tempting of a Muse

Who got me here and there in symbiotic osmosis from zygote to corpse, DNA’s magical riff

Acid of ancestors and survivors of #TheStruggle of angels, risen and fallen off heaven’s cliff.

Bring it into the fold just like you wanted to, intention causing manifestations of a dream blur

Sovereign kingdoms and fiefdoms pretending Life is different now that the King’s cape is silk

Queen is a maroon head case, full of the pretensions of vagrant, homeless bums, crooked ilk

Someday, it will be to be or not to be, it will be finished, holier than thou, Plato’s myth of Ur.

Pontious Pilate or Pocahontas provides #TheSystem Ups & Downs of uncivilized revolutions

Men and women want to live free but cannot when they eat prey of their own, it’s hunter sins

Wartime battles of bloody water and dirt, flowing underground ways to magic, warrior fates

Too young to resist bully bellies, backs, faces, legs and lips, #Deadmen tattooed it, aces & 8’s.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, February 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #BlackJesus by Everlast on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dVeLYAgiJxg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?