#EverybodyIsEverybody @WARTheBand @ThePointerSisters @DonnyHathaway #TheDramatics #G

YOU WENT TOO FAR, KEEP GOIN’

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 9, 2020

Happiness is me and my wife takin’ a selfie on my mother’s and father’s porch in early prefall

A place where I used to ride my bicycle up and down the blacktop one-ways of streets’ lights

On the boulevard or the avenue, sometimes a street or a road or a lane, I lived on them y’all

Deep on the northside of the city of bad smells, tar, bricks and woodwork, home of my fights.

It was always just as peculiar with a Chicago girl, that Jersey girl was the rose among tulips

We danced every day and every night because we were burstin’ with the energy of love lips

Peculiar to say the least and a godsend for the hungry and thirsty for the pills of my prose

Ground beef and pork just like the cannibals that eat their own, four legs OK, never 10 toes.

Punk rocks and rolled up stones putting on the Ritz for the righteous and the undeserving

Everybody is everybody and the lost have been found in the muck and mire of the gold ring

Married to the Singularity and to the mob of cellular differentiation, Cause of all effectiveness

Of course, it’s in the tea leaves and in the stars, below and above all that we know is and was.

Depending on the linguistic tricks of laying down the tricks of the trade, the whole Truth’s Id

Never, ever going to be happiness without sadness while you breathe this O2, H1 and a Force

Hydrogen, gas of the bloody azses left over from the Big Bang of Stuff, gas, liquid and corpse

Nowhere else we’ll ever be able to go other than right here and now, future shock, This is It!

Party would be on the patio where the barbecue caught on fire, Hibachi flames to the gods

Burned chops and wings for the family starving for the spoils of the welfare lines of hot rods

Uneducated and ignorant singers of the American dream, freedom ain’t free to the old lovers

Oh #ChiTown gods, rich spunk-suckin’ girls with no daddy, rubberbands flippin’ the cursors.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:00 midnight

{ The headers is me & my better 1/2, Carol Ann, I drafted this MP while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #DontLetNooneGetYouDown from the #WhyCantWeBeFriends cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kwbqU3vWWec }

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#Oneness #DualityIsADreamersPutsch #HappyBirthdayRichie

69 YEARS, A TWIRL IN DARKNESS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 8, 2020

Urgent in the undisclosed dungeon underneath the complex of simpletons like you and I

It sounds like the mint in the drink is a tasted commodity of unknown proportion, my ego

What I am and where I’ve been is all that I am, conscious of my origin’s Void of mortal sin

Desired existence, desired the sin of disobedience to natural laws, enough to kill your kin.

But being the fireman to put out the fires and to be or not to be the chief of the flame’s burn

Life itself full of feelings in your heart and soul, the humanity in the being flipped a u-turn

Not only for a good reason but also for the sake of existence of mankind itself, I gave a dam

All of the water flowed down from the snow capped mountain tops via rivers to a big mouth.

Contained in a nutshell, what I wanted and needed blew me away, your kiss on my lips kid

Old lady, lady friend, better half, girlfriend, WIFE that moves the home from Space to a skid

Flame burnt the candle’s wax and wick into smoke, it up and disappeared, poof, wait, what?

There I said it in this daydream and you listened and wondered and then rejected this scat!

Pawns, rooks, bishops, knights and queens all serve the king on this Board of the Supervisor

It’s a being at One and undivided like an atom of a cell, a singularity of matter’s energy, Chi

Where or when or even why are words beginning questions without answers, third blind eye

Nevermore to care for the reason humans or any living thing is alive under this planet’s sky.

Whether or not whether but if and not when or why or even how, private eyes are watching

Every move your animated bones make from dawn until dusk, sometimes even in between

Paranoia is a mere matter of being conscious of danger leading to tragedy, a sign to beware

Of what the pride of men and cause/effect forces does to the DNA genome, gods don’t care.

All of the living have been on an easy ride from Africa to the North and South poles and back

Seven continents of uneven rock sticking out of the H2O just because of severe gravity’s slack

Keeping grounded, as above, so below, where it counts, the movement on a Time line’s moot

Like it or not, find a Harley-Davidson of Sacramento or somewhere & go for a Hwy 49 scoot!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, March 8th, 2020 A.D. 3:33 AM PST

{ Drafted this gem to the Dramatics @ https://youtu.be/PgG6SU8L-dI on a #HappyBirthday47 to OUR #1 son, #RichardJosephStephanJr LOLs....kiddin’ #2...LOLs }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@PointerSisters #Gramma #ItWasWhatWas #DreamsPoof #DreamALittleDreamOfMe @DorisDay @EllaFitzgerald #LouisArmstrong

BARBARIAN BUSHWACKIN’ A VOID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, March 6, 2020

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Everything is everybody’s concern, it’s yours and mine and even those unborn, ready to fight

Spirits within us and the spirits that will be in others as ashes return to ash and dust to putsch

I am the One in violent revolt for maybe nine months and some change, then I saw the light

Wide-open eyes see nothing but pure, amorphously formed shapes of things, resist we much!

Can a virus live in the wide open atmosphere? No? Then why are you disturbed about it, eh

You don’t know, I googled it from cyberspace, my iPhone’s smartest groove-gang, #Wu-tang

Your mama’s FB place in space, #FakeNews for us all to pretend to know what can never be

Thoughts inside of a mind, your own and everyone else’s, self-aware now of a huge #BigBang.

You got the i ching from Bodhisattva, it’s out of the bag from Krishna, Christ, Cain and Abel

But wait, monks ring bells, beat drums to remind the forgetful of the reason for being a shill

On this planet Earth, a long, long time ago, the ancestors lived with no wisdom of eye candy

Down the hatch to metabolize the emergency plan of coping with facts of life, fine and dandy.

Off of the road, driven by the wheels and spokes and rubber that animate astral, UV light Ga

All there is, everything including the space between the planetary things from the star’s Sin

Before and after your personal place in Space and Time, intentionally lured into Pa then Ma

There is no other choice other than using the mind, the brain’s power to annihilate the Gin.

Nuisance home of many people living in one four bedroom house, a lotsa fake friends of Hilo

From early in the morning until very late at night, party no more in my neighborhood, hobo

I won’t stand for it, I’m the only One you need to honor, neither your pa nor mama, just me

Over the hill extraordinary, chain smoking critical thought, Bugs Bunny of Siri play AC/DC!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, March 6th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the Pointer Sisters #BetchaGotaAChickOnTheSide in an infinite loop today on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Jl26xPdY3IM }

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