#OutOfReach #DontTryToExtendYourself #YouCannotGetThatFar

STRUGGLE AWAY FROM ME? DIG

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 30, 2020

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I have had this internal conversation with myself time after time and to no avail, it’s amazing

Got to admit once you get past the finish line, it’s all cherished more than you thought my king

Desires and the ability to forget everything known to mankind and be at One like a lost pawn

Or them or anyone else on this planet’s surface, not one animal or plant to aid in a new dawn.

Queens if you need the power to check or checkmate on the board of sixty four, eight by eight

All of the right moves from knight to rook, bishop pricking the queen to move in, bats as bait

Perfection or not, it all rolls around, alternates the darkness and light from the scoop of pain

Around and nearby you and I, happy to see the precious sky of blue & hear a rhapsody’s rain.

It’s impossible to get older than a decade of clever spins & elliptical revolutions, I’m ignorant

Death comes callin’ before you’ve found out who is alive, here and now, much less death sent

Warning to children, innocent of the meaning of life’s series of escapes from bullit or sword

Attempting to scythe us all eventually, before our time and eventually, having the last word.

Using the Word as an abstract expression of the natural reality of beings who feel part of it

That is the challenge for the humane among the scribblers of whom I am NOT one, we got it

There is not a shred of truth in the notion that words written or said means something’s in it

On the surface or deep down to the core at the center of the mass, a taste of waste, aw shyte!

Who is more important after you die when either you’re soul’s clever enough to live or die

Or it winds up having to pay the karma built up over the time you’ve spent in the struggle

To be a good man or woman after being a well-raised or abused child is nearly impossible

You need pity and mercy to forgive the stupid and inept for hip, ape-like moral imperatives.

What’s too bad is the fact that if you fail to do the right thing on the first trip, it’ll try to repeat

Ad infinitum until you get the action right and perform the way you’re designed, as raw meat

Nobody cares about you more than you do, if you care to survive as long as possible, disobey

Oh deductions from Plato to Kant, Categorical Imperatives have Unconditional Truth to pay.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 30th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #TheHappening by the Supremes on The Ed Sullivan Show on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OZ3DKv6ft_0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingButPlayDough @ricoSacto #ricoSacto @ZZTop @BlakeShelton @ @Nickelback - #Rockstar special! @ZZTop

JAZZ JAMS & DEEP, HOLY STATES

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, March 30, 2020

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It’s not for me to say, I’m a mere cell in the massive cancer within the Origin’s DNA bellows

Puttin’ a virus into the cells of the Living Cell, what ya don’t know kills, so hey, what’s a Fez?

Oh, you’ve never focused on the #ExtinctionOfSpecies so I will for you my dear ladies & fellas

Can of worms opened now, just for the sake of keeping it for Real, a Reality of bones to seize.

It’s just a fine and dandy conclusion you’ve all come to, north n’ south of the Mason-Dixon

Here’s what I am and I do not give a hoot whether or not you cowgirls can get in the stirrups

Get up on that horse, if you will and ride ‘em cowgirls if you dare, it’s a bareback punkin’ FM

You know the drill, move it until finally you lose it before you know it, high heels all gone son.

Girls didn’t seem to care, everything was copacetic and self fulfilling to be by yourself, #Sick

Then the world crashed into your four cornered room, underground or in the condo of #Poop

Where you try to love but you cannot, it’s a feeling that got killed in the pandemic’s epidemic

My love went to a #WTF chant from dawn ‘til dusk, just playing WAR THE BAND in a loop.

Coitus Interruptus for a species’ humanity, makes us wonder if we are indeed, all too human

As a Nihilist philosopher, my past 40 years on the job analyzin’ the conceptual reproductions

Heaven sent or just manufactured out of the atmosphere’s thin air, anything you say, aw man

Because whatever attitude you present as man or woman, you’ve committed bad mortal sins.

Related to the folks thrown out of paradise for disobedience to the law of not eating fruit-fear

It makes ya move your bowels & THAT scat wasn't flyin' with the creator of Heaven & Hell

Just wanted to let you know that sinning is eating and defecating and it ain’t my fault either

To know that you can’t know anything at all is the wisdom required, to die with gold, be fat!

A boogie woogie kind of motif-beat to think and create a dream of absolutely nothing but me

For the fools who believe and the skeptics who believe not to believe, superior to inferiority

Wanderlust for the end game or at least the pre-knowledge via ESP from an alien scoundrel

A spy stalks the prey and at the right time and place performs, extinction play to eat today.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 30th, 2020; Year of the Lord, AD @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Jammed out of my soulless, honky mass of holy, processed edibles, did I Trip? God! Here’s the little honky pick of the moment that helped on this inspirational WORD of my MUSE link @ https://youtu.be/KCdKBHdPz30 }

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#NeverBeenSouthOfQueens #HillBillyBonesInCityBoysAndGirls #IfItFiresYouUpYouGottaLetItShine

SECONDS LEFT BEHIND, CO ACID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 29, 2020

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Oceans were blue and illusory knowing that they’re just black and as cold as frozen tundra ice

Feels like there is something going on here behind the scenes, like Great Oz is pullin’ strings

I may be steppin’ out of line sayin’ this for the entire human genome, as if we’re all one mind

A being in splattered into smithereens that can never collapse back into the thing itself's sign.

Like the yin and yang sign of a dual nature within a circle confined in the Void’s Nothingness

This is not a small realization that you’re just a speck of dust in the universe of Hopelessness

Where you can’t see any purpose for being alive other than breathing, eating, defecating it all

In and out the things that won’t kill you running through your energy conversion system ball.

It’s all in a sphere or an inverted Time/Space warp, touching all surfaces to spread the germs

Sharing what I caught from being alive and touching something, it wants a byte of DNA lights

Infants to die for in the womb or in a hundred year old corpse with a dirty realm of redworms

Used to be buried deep to deny critters access to rotten bones, all’s a bullshyte survival fight.

Like the mamas and papas crooned that one moment in Time, it will be Monday, Monday

Like the mamas and papas crooned the teats off the cows on the way home to become old

Can’t trust that Monday because you’ve been asleep for at least two days, and now yearn

For the lost days of youth when you played all day and slept all night, RNA retrovirus cold.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Marche 29th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2030 hours

{ Droned out of my muse while coppin’ out to Prince_artistik Princethegod link @ https://youtu.be/gET9RBKNYcM #DiamondAndPearl }

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W.W.A.R.D.? #GetOffOfMe