P H I L O S O P H I A

Saturday, April 11, 2020

#GrammasHands #ThisCantBeAllThereIs #HOMERS #FedExLogoRocks *SKYNYRD #FlysOnTheWall

YA-VOL, MY GODS’RE ALL A.W.O.L. *

had to change the title for the FB minions to: MATER DEI HUNGUP ON A WALL *
by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 11, 2020

-------------- I AM A MAN -------------

This is all you can see in the moment before the final sight of the back of my handsome parts

It’s bowed in silent farewell to the living-dying meat on the planet, cooked on a funeral pyre

Taxed and chased by bacteria and viruses that are tougher than my black belt in The #Arts

I wasn’t just a super sport who won it all in the end, I was what I’ll always be, the Ways Fire.

Gramma on the porch swing telling my friends who never were my own, to mend a blue sky

Punks groomed to be roaches and rats on cloudy grounds of being in a Windy City, lake high

City of Bad Smells and the burial grounds of millions of non-native Americans, displaced po’

So poor that they thought about eating each other when the plants and cans stopped comin’.

When the trucks & cars stopped rolling, bandits and surviving poor turned to a mass of milk

It doesn’t matter where you and I grew up or where we are here and now, what matters? God

No higher power than the bones you inhabit and the men and women with a badge and a gun

You came to be here and to be happy, to be beneficiary of the Good, The gods’ God of my fun?

Dreams are all over now, you got what you got for doing the deeds that deserved to be done

Becoming a man or a woman in 2020 Anno Domini is without a doubt, all you had to ever do

Just grow up and be the arbiter of the Good, Bad & Fugly in orbit ‘round the holy Sun of Ga

Language foreign translation a linguistic malfunction, just grunt cavemen, it’s written in Red.

When you look into the rear view mirror and you see #Taillights not #Headlights, you best be

Going into that bizarre dream with eyes wide opened & ears closed to sounds of the Silencio

Quiet and with no vibration of air to signal the beginning or the end, all infinity’s Singularity

On the Event Horizon, GOT LAID & GOT LOST, a final swing of the wings, up/down, I AM It.

r j j stephan, i * Header’s my vehicular manslaughter escape of gravity and centrifugal force.

c. 4-11-20

{ Jammed out the plethora, before A slow ride in a #Hearse, bowed my head listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn Ronnie & Kix #Believe! Do YOU? answer: #Jawohl commandant! Link #BELIEVE chapter, verse, words written in red & a slower ride in the Hearse? @ https://youtu.be/Bn_CVywqsG4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, April 10, 2020

Shapeshifting - Joe Satriani 2020 A.D.#BrokenBones #BrokenRules #EverythingsBroken #SilverLIning #TwilightZoneJustAhead #PhilosopherStoned

PEACE, PLASMA’S PINK PLETHORA

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 10, 2020

sssssssssss #ThePlethora sssssssssss

Another spin around the ecliptic just because we got lucky and didn’t roll in a ditch, see

Why run when you can’t get to infinity in one giant leap of mankind, the abyss’ deep sea

From the rocky and sandy ground of this being, we shoot balls in holes, we’ve got gigs

Somebody’s got to do everything to keep civilization and society in tact, midgets or bigs.

Pioneers moving the barriers of the wilderness from sea to shining sea, stolen from the gods

Given to some almighty One claiming to be superior to All that is in front of our cones’ rods

Miracles do not happen, all effects have a cause way back to the original First Cause of dead

An amorphous King of the Universe, master of the bytes of conscious bone bags we’ve fed.

Burlap bags saved from the tons of potatoes so I could use them for the tons of flower fur

Legal for the whole world now, POTUS and queens, emirs, kings and dictators in the mud

Makin’ it fertile for the flowers to bloom into the miracle of Mary Jane, Kronic Mary Kures

All for the sake of making the Twilight Zone here and now seem absolutely normal, blood.

In the Twilight Zone’s fake Nothing, it’s all forever, God’s in every empty house of the blues

Plethora of colors in shapes and forms, hard rocks’ mix of kool-ade DNA, Reason’s fake news

A dream within a dream, as close as you want to be to the real Truth about the One and done

Get ready, you can’t handle truth, not my problem, 1st chick laid a punk in a #pink egg, a sun.

Idiots and morons are proof that there is a defective gene in a pool of leftover, round squares

Monsters take over from time to time, sometimes men, sometimes a viral byte of RNA fears

From the shores of the seven seas to the tips of the volcanic holes in a God’s bunker busters

Where the hippies and radicals go to hide out with the bank robbers and monkey molesters.

r j j stephan, i

c. Venerdì, 10 aprile, duemila e venti, l'anno del Signore, alle 1930 ora solare del Pacifico

{ Drafted out of the plethora with blindfold on and hands tied behind YOUR back, while listenin’ to new 2020 Joe Satriani cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7AQOcitaeKg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodWillDie #GodWillRise #GodAintDead #MariaMaterDei

LEAD IN GOLD, SHOW YOU RIGHT!

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 10, 2020

------------------- #CriminalsRock -------------------

They’re all still pretty GOODFRIDAYS before the Easter of the villains and God’s proteges Go

Streets emptied of the traffic of rubber heartaches as steel engines of creation’s bridges crack

They go across the waterways to get the traffic to the CoVirus’ territory of the 5G towers flow

Of the radio waves, the wavelength and frequency man made out of the star stuff, God smack.

Rocking the stones and pebbles of the flint and basalt makes this Rock Concert a done deal

It’s the ringing in your ears when the amplifiers have been unplugged, rollin’ down the I-Five

Millions of people and millions of dollars that represent the 5G gold and silver lining of Moe

Three stooges time for the rest of the day, slap my stick & move on to the End of a big show.

Lost my philosopher stone when I was swimmin’ in the lake looking for your dead bones

Jumped right in there thinking that you’d fix the dissolution of civilization into The Fates

Dreams helped divert attention while asleep but it’s a hard road when you’re on the dates

With Fate, with eyes wide open to Time we stole from this Space, this place, weB drones.

Still awake while lookin’ at the ones I loved, watchin’ me die a sad, painful ending of breath

Of men and mice that grow from microscopic acid complexity, DNA & RNA of microwaves

Wavelengths of Cosmic and Infrared found me in the streets of the city, evil, chiefs & braves

A show that projected from above with the light, the focus of viral infections, life and death.

Rise up like the smoke from the cave or underground, rotten dust and ashes of man, unkind

Memories of what I can’t recollect is my amnesia of The Truth, to survive or become extinct

That is all there is, no heaven or hell as written by atheists & blind faith Hope-filled sheeple

Silver lining you want and you’ve got it now, philosopher stoned thorns shot into the people.

Punks and genii mix blood and become the only ones left here and now, brothers & sisters all

From the original Two who tangoed when the rule was to Never Tango, best friends’ downfall

From above it was a long drop to get to the bottom of Rock, now below it I’ll always be Up It

Best friends and mortal enemies don’t know, they’ll never know, my Void is my own...#Sheet.

r j j stephan, i

c. 4月10日，二十點二十分Anno Domini @ 4:44 Ante Meridian，太平洋標準時間

{ Ripped this piece of #Godsmack out of the blackness of a bright #WaxingGibbous on the #PhilosopherStone in my back pocket, turned some lead into gold again, it’s only a grain for the drone in me but it’s all I had left! Hey it’s a GD pandemic right? @VanMorrison #PhilosopherStone link @ https://youtu.be/hrsq1werkfs }