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OMEGA FREEBIRD’S 10 HERTZ, SON

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 10, 2020

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Marking right there in front of your eyes where ‘X’ marks the spot, where you’re here, present

In the spin of the doctors and nurses early in the AM, woke up my pops, daddio drivin’ blind

Still high on the Jack D, son of the black label, got to the emergency room, mama on a gurney

You may not recollect the first day you saw the light but I do, embedded it in my mind to find.

Last year you weren’t here, then you appeared from two cells merged into a zygotish globule

In a nutshell, from nothing but a move of friction on skin and nerves, we’ve come from a void

A mere, invisible piece of atomic, nuclear matter, fissioned & fusioned Space, above & below

What supernova imagined you’d be writing Words, reading Thoughts, of me, a motley fool.

Self deprecation and some legal street drugs should get you a tent underneath the freeway

Many down and out men and women will take everything you got by labor or sin’s larceny

Once you’re naked and shakin’ naked in the freezin’ frost of a funky-aze, morning darkness

With an overdose of the Earth’s plants ground into powder, melted into a comatose mess.

Cecor’ll cover your gammoglobulin with shock troops, a kick-az of struggle and Hades’ strife

Drugs on acid, natural high of mitochondria believing they have a viral will of Jack’s & a bawl

What it is in this world that forces us all to struggle for survival and fear the death of fake life

A shiver is what you get with the realization that you’re now enlightened, death will kill y’all!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi 10 mars 2020 Anno Domini à 3 h 33, heure normale du Pacifique

{ Earthquake last night around 8:00 PM PST here in Northern California... & drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Creed #WithArmsWideOpen & chit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xkRtnqNtwUw }

@SalvidorDali

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#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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