#EyesAintKiddin' #LetsRoll #KickHeadsIn

YOU MUST BE KIDDIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020

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Saint Valentino took off yesterday, had to fix a sprinkler while being sick as a dog, no prob

Dog’s aren’t pall that sick for any reason so I should have gotten over myself and itched a lot

Headache, backache, chills, fever, no problem, get to the store and get the sprinkler replaced

Sick as a love rabbit who thinks that a man is anything more than just all too human, I’m god.

If and only if god is everything and everything is everything or nothing at all, it’s the kill fear

Man nasty and mean when the syndrome of the mind and brain atrophy and become a bear

Ready to bite and finish off the kill with a swipe of the claw, sliced into four nice pieces of air

Polluted and infused with the oxygen and hydrogen lost in the ocean of salt, sugar baby hair.

On the back burner on the backside near the darkside, the dream withers away, peace no mo

Just a hassle from the dawn ‘til the dusk, all my fault for not awakening before the nightmare

Because after it began there’s no stopping it from runnin’ its course, origin to go ad infinitum

Pairing or going solo matters little to me, I slither, I am and if you can’t stand me, lemme go.

Dust off my feet and get ready to hit the rails, in the freezing cold of night, no shoes or socks

Barefootin’ from Maine to California, from Northeast to Southwest, the train’s out of tracks

Perfectly at one with the frozen tundra above as well as below, Star cinders of Earthenware

A point is moot, my love has broken the burden of carriage, the weight of tortoise and a hare.

In a race to the finish line where angels fear to go and couldn’t get to if they tried, it’s a dream

Angels never dream only humanity does, dreaming about being angel dust or devil seed, I am

Fixed and innocent of the crimes of the creator, leaving the cash for a spousal cache, ah Maw!

Forever or never’ss a matter of concern for the living not the already gone, my old fatal flaw.

I got to go, I got to leave, I got to move it like I ain’t ever moved it before, I am what it is now

Always was but I forgot for a New York minute, when it counted, I counted myself in or out

Never to return to the stasis of the powers that be, that never were in the first place or second

This chunk of junk has kicked it off around the clock, not a matter of Time any longer, Space.

Droopy eyes and runny nose just don’t get the sympathy deserved, it’s all pretended, unreal

Analyze the concepts over ad infinitum and the conclusion remains the same, deduction zeal

Know it all now that I’ve penetrated the failed safe that contained the Word, sound byte Om.

Then and if and only if you come around to the origin of your egg, it’s the Holy Papa in Rome.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 16th, 2020 A.D. *This was in my heart on St. Valentine’s Day, for my sweet wife!

{ Drafted while listenin’ to a 2014 @JonnyLang concert at the @BigEastyCoventGarden link @ https://youtu.be/7ibJn_7fQzQ, saw his band last night in South Lake Tahoe 2-15-2020 for #StValentinesDay }

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HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, CAROL ANN, THE LIGHT IN MY SOUL! #TwiceAsNiceAsTheColdIce #NoJoke ROTFLMMAO & will go see the @JonnyLangBand in Tahoe tomorrow night! #LetUsRock

WHO LOVES TOAST? I GUESS I DO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, February 14, 2020

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Meant to be together from the first heartbeat to the last gasp for gas in the wind, I do, It goes

Longer than the guns and knives used to fight the battles for Liberty and a divine trophy wife

Moving to and fro in the menudo of the cosmic hodgepodge of creature feature fantasy blows

Temperate and sometimes as hot as an automatic weapon, Glock or Smith & Wesson of Life.

Red dirt roads and my first time walkin’ up and down highway 49 from Auburn to Cool hills

Goin’ to work and every Sunday goin’ to the church to pray to God this means more to the eye

Than first glance of a blindman, blinded by the black and white lights like a deer ready to die

Clapton’s God in this house or I’m lying to you, listen closely, all in for my friends’ road kills!

High achievers or no good bums on the streets and roads to perdition where angels fear to go

Mainly because there are no angels, that’s the first thing, a myth is The One, dirty Black Hole

Singularity collapsed graves’ stones into the ground of being, into the burnt core of beaches

Fathers gave the business to our mothers and here we are, here, now in a blackberry patches.

Y’all don’t want to know ‘bout your own future, lunatic nature of this living-light, a sacred fire

In a photosynthetic jag of RNA and DNA, ate plants morphed from rock n’ roll into jazz trips

Around the bend & over the foothills full of poison oak and sage, blacktop poured my prints

Onto the ground of The Being, hard and soft like candy, it’s all good, and evil, a baby pacifier.

Come a little closer, my younger-older brothers and sisters, my ma and pa are way long gone

It’s all about how the ball bounces coming off of the goal, the rim, hoops’ basket case frowns

A velvet valentine heart on my chest ready to be split in two, one for me and one for you, Ga

One Zeus who’s way long gone, left us all sucking stone dust, exhaling Hades’ scam, lie of Ra.

Surging on the California coastal surf, I jam my board under my handcuffed wrist, underarm

Runnin’ in the sand, cramping my feet and calves, ignoring the pain and suffering of a worm

Surfers to the left of me and boogie night’s boards to the right, you cannot see me, I ain’t here

Cool secret’s slow & blue rock to last all night long, I’m set, 208 divine human bones, swarm!

I broke all of the glass, shattered it all into shards of reflection, split atoms of my father’s ego

He asked me, my dad, to get him out of this pain and suffering and I waited for the good to go

Eventually, after the incredible ordeal was nearly over or else the wayward, far away look eye

Holy scat batman, mastermind heads, dead philosophers & poets, first contact’s in, gad Zeus!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, February 14th 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ #HappyValentineDay to all of the Roman Soldiers that Valentine soothed in their extinction behavior, men loving their men, taken from their fathers to fight and kill Live Evil. Listening in the creation stage to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ATRsYfiVUy8 }

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#FLAMINGOPINKY #TakeABreakNow @JonnyLang

 

FLAME OUT YOU PONY SOLDIER!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020

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Almost Valentine’s day in a few hours over here on the far side of the Earth, it’s already gone

Pretending that your mind is married to your skinned hide dog and you avoid the crazy bone

Got way too high and actually puckered up and French kissed the sky, no donuts up there boy

Braver than a man ought to be staring the end of your being in the face, ready to join the fray.

Everybody’s everything is involved in this riot of mamas’ older kids, dodger GIs AWOL scene

Little Latin Lupe Lu, tip of the hat to my sister, cousin, godmother, grandmother Josephine

Females goin’ by ‘Jo’ and gettin’ yanked around from birth to death, free when it’s hot TNT

You can walk slow or fast, you can rock and roll or go near the speed of light, love you I see.

It’s all a matter of perception, a point of view putting yourself into others’ unfortunate freeze

In deep or shallow space and moving from point to point, breathing deeply to fees’ penalties

Common like my great grandfathers’ lack of property other than their wife and children faces

Sitting here by me or you matters about as much as the Summer rain, ready to win the races.

Who plays and you and I call it a day, using more vowels and consonants to twirl the crowns

Of the queen and the king who are mortal and although not wounded, marked for the extinct

Underground or above the place way down below at the core of the Earth, there it is, in sync

Up close or afar beyond the beautiful wall from the ol’ Missis-sip to the Cal-Exico block icing.

Cortisone and whiskey from Black Jack, the brother I never had to get me drunker than pops

It wasn’t his fault, his father and the great fathers before them all got here from infinity hops

Just because you turned your head my way, I was supposed to your drop dead gorgeous legs

And follow them everywhere until I got my touch, a feel of velveteen eel-like skin, great pegs!

Maybe there is a reason for being an ignominious ignoramus, all too human, as above, divine

Planetary knowledge and wisdom of the 21st century, your ancestors cared less than all mine

Thinkin’ preachers knew nothing when they were born, dropped a dime on a black Prussia

Who thinks the minions are comely sheep flocks needing to be herded into a fold of anima.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi 13 février 2020 à 13 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Cocaine live in 2006 MSG Networks Eric Clapton #EC & Steve Winwood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DVl-oXi-TpY }

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