#WhatIsIt #WhatItIs #SomebodyTellMe

HOLD TIGHT, WITH ALL YO’ MIGHT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 2, 2020

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You slipped out and far away from my brain today, choked deeply on dolly daggers of blue

Days and nights won’t be the same after today, just because I’m saying so long to blue bayou

No more looking at me looking at you, no more misconstruing the order of things, I own way

Gash up the belly to expose the injustice of swallowing Earth, Wind and Fire, night and day.

All I want is you, all I ever wanted and will ever want is you, probably just way to shake it up

Don’t overlook the dynamics of the button down collars and liatard leggings, empty the cup

Never wanted to join a war in the bush and jungle but I dragged myself to the unworthy line

Hence, since 1971 until right now at this moment, the illusion was real and now? Cloud nine!

Where it all gets hung out, there’s nothing left to speculate and stipulate the necessary cons

All the pros have their face on a plastic card with a barcode and photo of a smiling stiff sons

Even the daughters of warriors and heroes used the function of calculus and soul searching

An innuendo that you’re sleeping and dreaming the mass confusion’s reality, so, so, touching.

In the game just because you’ve found yourself right here and now with no plan for me or you

Concentrating on the logic and reason for the alphabet and language of fair and foul play, fool

I used to sleep in my bed and then my father in heaven put me out with the empty milk glass

As if I was a bottle to be recycled down river, up country, denied life of a teat out of first class.

Filtering the beauty out of the beast, east, west, north and south of the axis and border jails

Searched the invisible soul outside of the 208 bones we’re given as a gift of blownout sails

Souls searched before your curtain call and before anyone knew, the finale is Omega’s seed

Recorded for replay instantly with the press of a button or command of Alpha disembodied.

Snakes and apes, bats can’t escape the viral pearls of wisdom, marinated bats-clam chowder

Batter up in the snake chow mien and rat-chop suey, hashtag rising, viral ritual of a mother

Fortune and Destiny mixed up to open the exit of the Twilight Zone’s fake, Future’s Past gasp

Presence now, at all times nothing to neglect, an honor to be in the river of dreams, the asp!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, March 2nd, 2020 A.D. The 11:11 Movement @11:11 PM PST

{ Generated this piece of arbitrary, prismatic display of the ground of being & listenin’ to #GoldenEaring #TwilightZone https://youtu.be/HTTAPCUtbc8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#PeanutGallery #IAmNotWorthy #Temptations #TwilightZone #BallsAndChainsWelcome

FAR AWAY, WHITE TRASH BENDER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 1, 2020

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Slobs reliving the life of the man or woman who don’t worry about anything, not even dead

Alive forever and a day before the end, they’ll get a warning to tuck in all the foot-loose ends

Fait accompli or just an accident of the First Cause mythology, silver spoons in lord of the fly

Fear and loathing for the Truth of the stacks of dead trees and dusted ink from the dyin’ dye.

Black Jesus from Mexico or down Brazil’s way, somebody related to the Aztec or Inca duels

Where the landing of the aliens came to rest their lovecraft out of fuel for any return, 10 rules

Called them commandments to control the fear and loathing of the white evil, hornet stinger

Spelled backwards or forward, live and evil are one and the same thing, don’t shoot a tweeter.

So, let me get this straight, no problem with human sacrafice to the Creator Black Hole saves

In Babylon it will all be forgotten and the memory of me in the desert or atop the hill’s caves

All alone after the rejection and deflection off of the rock hard slate of the tribe’s inefficacies

Spirits too weak to control the hot fire and the frost of the icy days and nights of Uranus’ seas.

Babylon here and now, feeling the burn of the ebb and the flow of the hips, hook up my eyes

Unknown reasons for conception, survival of mortality’s original sin, immortal, invisible lies

Nothing to fear except fear itself deep down in every one of our souls, a purpose unknown X

Unsolved and with deep regret, the occult remains unseen, the wizard magic is a witch’s hex.

Your lights were on when you went to sleep on the top bunk bed, you promised you’d dream

Maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, that is the question since you’ve gasped a final scheme

From German Kant, Latin Seneca or Greek Thales or Chi-Com wisdom of a Lao Tzu droid

Into the Twilight Zone without a need or desire for a rudder to steer to anywhere, it’s a Void.

Do not put your self in my place, stay right there in your own place, delve deep in mortal sin

Marrow of DNA/RNA code, animate the Terra Ferma boogie-man nightmare, hazard rockin’

From a blank screen with nothing but blackness, no white or any color from prismatic bends

What comes out is identical to what came in, eyes and mouths wide open, it’s how it all ends.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 1er mars 2020 Anno Domini (AD) à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Temptations #MASTERPIECE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/U3z5NKskK60 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Mellodrama & my mama's sister's brothers! #BlackInPrague @PearlJam @SkunkBaxter concert

ICEBERGS OF PEARL JAM BEACHES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, February 29, 2020

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My father sat me on his lap when I was about five and gave me the facts of life, still the same

High regard of your mothers and fathers and their friends, freedom warriors full #Fakefame

World Wars One and Two, Korean, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Laos, Iraq, East Afghanistani too

All for One and One for none of y’all, the key was to do unto others like you can’t be too blue.

Listen up if you can still breathe the fresh air above the ground, below the empty space above

From the core of this spinning planet of rock, we’re rollin’ all for one and one for a white dove

And you stay floating above the water line where fate is delayed by minutes, in a nick of time

From the break of day to the sunset off in the foothills, stay awake and avoid predator slime.

Out in the wild, uncivilized plains and forms of our ancestors lurk in the smoke of the chimera

Long cool women have it all or so I’ve been told, one by one you get the gist of the schemata

Dust of burned star stuff, whisked into and out of the presence of wind pies in pale blue skies

Through the woods like little red riding hood, fearless because she’s armed with 9mm thighs.

Hammer down in a stranglehold of magnetic attraction of sight and scent, heart skippin’ it

Beats of the hippies and nogoodniks forming the hoodlum street neighborhood gangs’ chit

A club here for the kids run by the older kids and younger bangers who dropped a tattoo girl

On the backbeat of the bass and guitar flow of a rhythmic drumbeat, heartbeat-thump whirl.

Sultans of the rhythm and blues, honkies and the descendants of the tribes of another world

Now home of everyman from everywhere, the merge of friendly spermatozoa & ova pearl-jam

Coming out of nowhere, another shape and form of something out of nothing, therefore I am

What will be after the soulshine and superblood wolf moon, a long way to the top but I’ll roll.

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r j j stephan, i

c. February 29th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to PearlJam LIVE in 2018 #Black in Prague, Czechia on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X33aqdYUAQM }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?