#DontWaitForMe #Kidding #WaitUp

LOOKIN’ FOR THE SILVER LINING

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020
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Philosopher’s stone just fell into my hands just like my daddy said, it’d be a fractured fable

If you get lucky & you’re paying attention when the sign appears as if it was willing and able

Wacky things happen in those lucid dreams, reality ya just don’t know, God, Zeus & Ra lied

Due to a change of divine mind, none of us humans are idiot beings, you lived and you died.

In an empty handed prayer, I whacked the gods back so hard that it mutated into a black hole

There may be angels but I’ve never seen one, been told they’re everywhere, they ain’t today

I think, therefore I am what I’ve been trained to be, what I’ve accepted to claim that I am, eh

Assemblies of the yes and no men and women who vote either their conscience or fool’s gold.

Mitigating the circumstances so that I’ve kept the socially acceptable six feet gap, further spot

Because nobody is classifying this disease as the proper one, everyone who is sick has the flu

When they may just have a cold, the GQ CQ, charge of quarters, able to discipline from blue

Songs unhappy for the gift of just being alive without a purpose, being a man to beat or not.

Here’s a notion for a conclusion’s first premise, if you want a rational nip and tuck, all the fat

You’ll need an empty bag of Hydrogen ready for the Oxygen to be mixed into filet of dirty rat

I think I ate some lead and it came out the end a stick of gold, not yellow but gold, alas, moan

Nobody in the house or in the home so the end that was near is nigh, we’re gonna get stoned!

Hard road with the soft rocks, turning the lead into pencils and gold, to write and to shine

It wasn’t supposed to be like this yet it is, searchin’ for the philosopher’s stone, it’s just fine

Magic happening only when I’ve touched it’s essence with my hands of light, hours today

Days to decades and on to the tenth century back to the third century, what did they say?

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r j j stephan, i i i i i i i i i i i i i (Happy April Fools Day y’all)

c. Wednesday, April 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:00 PM PST

{ jammed out of the airwaves with the @GeorgiaSatellite #KeepYoHandsToYourself on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cPtw_Cd3zTk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FOOLS & #HITMEN

HITMEN, WHISKEY & HOT WATER!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 1, 2020

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NYC to Miami to Chicago and Milan to Los Angeles’ holy black tar mud, extinction species Id

In the deep psyche, in the marrow of the hillbilly bones, moment comes and goes into a skid

No way to stop it, stand in front of it only to be smashed into a flat bone-bag of dripping glee

Comin’ out of nowhere baby because you loved someone deep inside of them, 1 planted seed.

Comfort in the warmth of the nest where nobody ever goes except you and your lover, just 1

None other needed with the open minds of the open vacuum holes in valleys, hollars of fun

Never married so never knew the joy of the ecstasy that comes and goes with the north wind

Hidden until it’s the Time in Space to multiply geometrically, to avoid the species extinction.

On to the path you got off of many years ago, it’s still there ready to be tread upon, never fear

You ain’t the first and you won’t be the last that animates the lump of flesh and bone’s veneer

Lookin’ at the reflection in the mirror, the image is accurate only in the light, now it is so dark

Even Bubba can’t see in the dark, gotta feel with fingers and feet, we bums in a Chicago park!

By the lake or on the outskirts of the southside where angels fear to go, stockyard ready bullet

Ready for your cattle necks to be inserted into holy ends, beheaded meat to amalgamate chit

Open minds on barbeque fired up heat, charcoal, hot rocks, wood or gas heat, we gonna eat

Party on the patio or the veranda or balcony of the high-rise, yell it loud now y’all! HeeHaw!

Flinch when I wave my hand at your face, duck and cover because it may be your only chance

Death blows and life does it’s best to compete with the #HeadBanger, end of the God’s dance

You had stone-blind faith in Things you could never see, dead men leftovers for kin-cousins

Eyes to see and ears to hear before the Action, the 1st Movement, the Rhapsody in blue jeans.

I drove in the sticks more deep than ever before, down into the ground of being, Hell & Me

It was a trip from the LSD acid and the weeds on fire, inhaled and exhaled for Mescalito tea

Just a product of Parochial mesmerization, an altarboy spoke Latino for God’s stone creepers

Old ladies & old dead men walking up the aisle for the body and blood of the Saved, jeepers!

Transubstantiation of water into wine and bread into flesh, consumed as cannibals ought to

Eating their God and sucking the blood in to thank the divine for the precious moments to be

Allowed to be or not to be, brothers and sisters with an important question for all, WTF over?

Gave me that look, let me down easy and I thank you, #HIT me, it’s how we got here l’il lover.

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r j j stephan, i

c. APRIL FOOLS’ DAY, 4-1-2020 A.D. @ 08:00 AM PST

{ Twisted out of my genome this AM, the muse had me over a barrel therefore, created listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 link @ https://youtu.be/H9tEvfIsDyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThereThereNow #SettleDownOrYOUllHaveAnAneurism

YONDER, YON, HITHER & THITHER

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, March 31, 2020

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Unholy to the taste of the holy and reverent souls in tallyho bodies of human runes’ bones

Trebles and bass in a concerto playin’ the sharps and flats like there’s nothing left to say

But every day is today without fail, even yesterday for a moment was the ol’ rolling stones

For the philosophers to collect before they die to see the Truth and pretend in the replay.

We all heard the rocks sing it hard and soft, in the studio and on the road, cops searched me

For the answer to the question that nobody knew to ask, what’s the answer to a rea; mystery

Extrapolated in the form of syllogistic arguments, in a rational, logical method, listen my son

Philosophers’ stones roll down a volcano after an eruption of fool’s gold & silver tons of fun.

I can’t recollect my first scream but I assume it was quite a bellow comin’ out of the darkness

From the warm and dark blood fest in the mama womb, I got decades of use out of the egg roe

Fertilized by only the gods know what, microscopic flagella searchin’ for the home’s river flow

Only one vacancy for the One but not for the many who will fail the trip & die a hero demise.

Hearing what only deaf animals can hear, seeing only what blind men can see, that’s a trip

Reality of one’s perception of the world is tantamount to being happy and living on the flip

Meaning something subtle and no doubt incomprehensible to the rational being, logic is up

Irrationality is goin’ down like it or not, I’ll get the gist of it before my last gasp’s gold cup.

Periwinkle and scarlet are the colors of my shield, force field around my lead turned it to gold

Wherever I go, any direction, up, down or North, South, East or West, I get where I gotta go

Here and now is a miracle only dead men can’t get a grip on, if you’re alive, you’re in this jive

There’s nobody who has ever been born on this planet who ever died just to forever stay alive.

Punks all gone now, they’ve lost their lives to the hither and thither, beyond the yonder bench

To be or not to be the man that walks softly in the sandy beaches of the coast, that’s the ticket

All of it is all you know, stop thinking that you don’t know it all since there’s nothing to pinch

Can’t steal anything that’s already yours, you’ve no reason to own it, you are what it is, slick!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, March 31st, 2020 A.D. @ 6:25 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the #PhilosophersStone in a silver-lined loop by Van Morrison link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }

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W.W.A.R.D.?