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BLIND MEN SEE FIRE IN THE DARK

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, April 3, 2020

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Hard rocks on roads to perdition or paradise, there’s a wrong turn I took for a hot mocha java

There were no signs or turning signals, no heads-up to the dogs of civil war all up in a tizzy fit

Glimmering gold and silver lining from the hills & mountain caves, empty philosopher’s blah

Unborn stalagmites & stalactites of the poor, the gold is watchin’ the philosophers get over it.

Philosopher’s stones aren’t sapphire or ruby or emerald or diamond, just basalt volcano barf

Deep in the bowels of inordinate, simpleton minds who eat roadkill’s revolting, choking scarf

Dressed to kill in sack cloth of burlap bags to cover innocence’s virgin brides’ programmings

Naked skin without fur, without hair, no heat insulation just a total loss of breathing things.

So the Earth ceased to revolve and spin the yarn of the unknown, cosmic slop of a boss’ hogs

You do see what’s going on here right? The pope, the cardinals, nuns’ priests of #Adamsfall

Big house of the tiny gods of golden words, silenced all biblical hieroglyphics, prophetic dogs

Caught off guard while being on guard, had to kill the life to eat the dead, it’s not my call y’all.

If you yourself, your personality and your ego consciousness don’t die when your corpse lives

It’ll be a night of living dead, not a movie but your deadhead life on Earth without bee hives

No rats, bats or roaches to carry particulate bacteria and viruses from place to place in space

Nothing to eat or inhale from the atmosphere’s humidity’s aridity except pure O2 and H2O.

Still have the nuclear weapons tucked away on land, in the air and under the sea, just sayin’

We & they still think we need to protect our stuff from being stolen, are you shyt’n’ no stash?

Man is just so human that there is no way to rise above that insane ignorance, lay up a lay in

Or take a three from half-court to win the joust between friendly rivals, who have danm cash!

Now hear the hundredth monkey squealing on the ground and in trees and cave in Freehold

Then a mystic thought is all that’s left with the rats and roaches and bats, dirty martini SOLD

No lies, money or family, on a cruise ship of retired gypsies, tramps & thieves all ghosts afloat

Found afloat with nowhere to go but to Davy Jones’ locker full of shark bait, cannibal boats.

Purpose for being alive and dying in thee end, you probably are better off not knowing Truths

It’d probably be the last thing you’d want to hear, divine, all too human rhapsody in sky blues

Most will pass away when they die, high school kids online for the answers to the SAT booths

Sad, no prom car wrecks, no dress, no tux, no corsage, no heartbreak after-graduation booze!

Back to normal which is abnormal if you have to go to school or work, retired is still insane

Wake up, listen to the #Marconi tuned to Talk 650 KSTE when Armstrong & Getty elucidate

Four hours of never ending stories of humanity, oh the humanity, we are all the viral #AGfan

Matters taken into our own hands, humane compassion for homeys NOW? A batman’s fate!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 3, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jitterbuggin’ between Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty & the following link to Prince_artistik on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pq98n2j75XA }

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#ManifestoOfWord #FuchsiaNewDeal #InTheDeepGroove

MANIFESTO OF FUCHSIA, OUT'S IN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 2, 2020

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Putting my health and welfare in high regard so that I may play my role in the virus’ saga

Pretending that people were never dying of the plague in the past history of mankind, Ga

There’s no God because God’s dead or so a madman across that ocean said, blow the horn

Made flesh and dwelt amongst Us, you and I and everyone who has died & so far unborn.

For Margaret and Theresa and all of the mothers who came before and after us, we salute you

Because they are all about to rock this world, the Earth is still rollin’ though humans nuked it

It’s why everything stopped, we’ve become totally annihilated by communism and capitalism

Species now resting in peace, no traffic or gas masks, just radio replays and TV reruns all day.

I see bags of groceries and candy in my dreams because I’ve got no money or food stamps left

I eat garbage cans full of God’s fish and loaves at strip malls, God’s nice leftovers to the right

Without the charity and love of the strangers, planet Earth would die, the species will kill Her

In a shutdown of all commerce due to a Virus that travels in the air, on land and in the water.

In any case, spreading rumors and the black and white trash mix of info-data, we flow, eh?

Being in the know-it-all range of ALL there is to see, hear & feel for me & you, say hey!

I am all alone there in that place in space as you would be too but you’re not, I am the One

Not that you’re a Two or Three it’s just that I am the only One who can keep me alive, son!

Depending on Tom, Dick or Harry is an option for theoretical models of extinction, depends

That’s all you may get at the end for assistance, something to mitigate incontinence, the ends

Of mice and men, same destination and same outcome, dead and gone, mouth agape, it sings

Wishin’ ma & pa would’ve told me the secret, Minions of Truth, roadkill of all sweet nothings.

It’ll fill you with the warm blood you’ve inherited from fortune of Gaelic-Greco-Roman stones

Who created nothing from nothing that was everywhere at that time, just like their ancestors

Trapping, shooting, killing, burning in fire to flame the hair & warm the marrow bone cores

Jolly Roger waving that Out is In, rejected humanity in a 21 gun salute to death’s skull bones.

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r j j stephan, i

c. April 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed IN while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND concert #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tsuW1Ya035g }

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#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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