#BlackSilkDiamondsGold&SilverBalls #WaterIsUnderTheBridgeToo #WhichThingsHaveChangedNow ?

HORSEMONGER FOR MAMALUKE!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 17, 2020

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It’s not every day on this planet, on this ground of being that you can recover from the Ends

Finality is such a terminal way to approach the nature of this beast, a humane form of death

Orbiting and revolving during the wobble and observation of an imaginary ecliptic, the Bends

I am not here to be water under the bridge, can barely keep my own eyes open, blown breath!

In and out like the fabulous cow pie with aged joy juice from the liberated teats of mamalukes

They wait for a last train thinkin’ they’ve got a ticket to ride, all hell’s changed, all of It, Duke!

Sweet malamutes are footloose and free runnin’ around with every stray, now it’s all but done

Miss Lucy of the Diamond Sky made a mistake, scrambled the DNA of reason’s logic, godson.

On the gallows, head in the homemade noose, actually it’s a formal diatribe of the ruse of You

I am no different than the first or the last brother or sister to be here, to be born, to die of Flu

Utter dissolution of thoughts, survivor of the struggle dies like a dog, eating losers’ livin’ trash

Reported to me, prior to being me, my wings disappeared, still got the pizazz, got diaper rash!

Humanity of the inhumane, still breathing in a cell behind bars, I got the key to the gist of It

Commercials to make the commerce move from hand to guitar strings, to keys of eighty eight

Blown horns, two octaves of half-full notes on s scale to make Godzilla appear to be virus chit

Diamonds from coal, Gold from lead, small treasure with high value, if it bleeds, hell it leads!

Flown below the radar on purpose to stay undetected by the kissers and killers of the Goods

Few and far between each other, they’ve devised a way to keep your #SocialDistance moods

Later is better than never, so register the points of the conclusion, lock in tight on this, #Fly

Vacuumed stardust and made some #JitterbugRagDrag for the wizards and witches, magic I.

Neither you nor I can win this here game without knowing all of the rules and who is playing

All things are edible on planets and within solar systems filling out the galaxies of the Cosmos

You may have your neck in a tight noose right now, it’s ready to tighten up, y’all better move

If you remain at One, at Rest you will be what I shall be when I jump my needle out a groove.

Dream weaving as you read, as I lie to you about laying around the planet just waiting to diet

Die like our food that we heat up and ingest, digest and divest for the sake of the Nothingness

Or maybe it is the Unknown Occult, disconnected origin of muck and mire, a savior is divine?

You came here for this, IT is all there is, my head’s in a noose, hells gonna break loose, FINE!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, April 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Jammed out in a loop during a ad infinitum trip with BobDylan #BobDylan #ThingsHaveChanged link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RedSoloCup & #SurferParadiseAhead @TheBeachboys @TobyKeith #KoolMoeDee

ONE WHO GETS MY SURF UP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 16, 2020

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Hey, you woke me up and I just fell asleep a minute ago, what time is it? It’s 4:30 AM?

Or in the middle of a threat to your bread and butter, the have-nots are comin’ for them

Yo mama, hey daddio you and me got to sit down for a little pow-wow, chit-chat tres soon

In fact, there should be no delay, I used to make thousands playin’ and now nobody’s buyin’.

Nothin’ I got for sale is worth a nickel, not a thin dime and certainly not a silver dollar coin

Did you say what time it was a minute ago? Did you say it was 4:30 in the morning? Really?

It happens every day or so I’ve been told, I just arrived planet-side in the last 12 moons, see?

Where I come from back in the day, the 1960’s was Chicago, I’d heard ‘bout land of the free.

Watched the cowboy shows on black and white TV and a mouse club of stranger kids

Cartoons and slapstick in the feed until the Catholics got hold of my pride, saved a seed

Now I planted and grew it up out of the military grade, foreign soil penetrated my bids

For independence from the acres of sorrow from coast to coast, east to west, a live feed.

You could move or stay quiet and as still as a mouse in the corner, it don’t matter chief

Two feet on the ground, playin’ every game from marbles to hockey, won just like a thief

Better at the ways of the minions than the minions themselves, it couldn’t be helped, pal

It ain’t my fault that the chips fell my way, I got a bead on the targets’ bull’s eyes, hey Al!

Brothers, friends, father and his daddy before him, all named Al, ala to pizazz, it’s just Way

Of becoming aware that this existence may be All that there is, no golf in heaven, no caddy

It’s not because I like it that way, which I do but that’s not the Cause, Cause is my daddy

Before the one who made me where I am was born, there was another, ad infinitum today.

Looked for the egg which I used to be ready to progenerate, I was a perfect nekid apeman

What it turns out to be is just the philosophy and fortune of a random ape who knows Dap

Nobody could make this sheet up man! If you follow me, just put on some loud R & R man

I gotta go sit down in my rocker on the porch, play some Skynyrd for me, I’m takin’ a nap.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, 4-16-20 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to THE YOUNG RASCALS greatest hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FBdow8opyqc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FixIsIn #ItsFixed #CanYouFixIt? @TheYoungRascals @MarvinGaye

SPIRIT MOVED ME AND YOU, YES?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 16, 2020

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There’s no beatin’ around a King or Queen’s bushes, you gotta go in, aim for a target, sugar

It’s at the center of the bull’s eye and there’s no mistaking the arrow’s point, dead aim at ilk

Comfortable in certain First Cause playground of bacterial and viral petri dishes of silk milk

Cells alive with the verve that wants to move around, jump around, up here, on down there.

It’s always something different yet identical to the things themselves, the #Fakenews debris

Rockin’ as hard as the dead star allows, pretending things aren’t thousands of miles away

From me and you, the living and the dead things that used to be animated or at least awake

Seeds in the dirty ash of the Ends of this system of homo sapiens’ War & Peace, I bow today.

It seems to be all about the #Jack, the #Cash, the #Funds to create something out of this here

That there is more like it’s always been than how it’s going to be early today or late tomorrow

Bottom line with this Absolute and Relative, General Truth is, nobody knows anything, idiots

Which is not to cast aspersions but to match the reality to the narration and history of robots.

It’s what the prototype evolutionary star stuff has within it’s make-up, destiny is to blow up

Nothing personal, it’s what happens to gravitational collapse of atoms, pour it all in my cup

It’s a bottomless container for the entire universe’s Space & Time, to be seen yet never heard

Opened wide for the fuel to burn, swallowing the good, the bad and ugly, it’s all One, Scored!

Not even one hint from the grass roots of the flesh and bones to the shangra-la of the mind

No way with words on a one-way street or busy avenue or out on the boulevard, auto rewind

Desire and Need have little or othing to do with being edible cosmic slop, meat of the rhyme

Desire and need for the fruit on the grapvine, I hear it loud and clear, Now is the only #Time.

Today’s fear and loathing is the same as the last lifetime, sufficient for #PinkSinger's success

Necessary to be a spirit born in an egg and replicate divine DNA appearance form of RNA code

Nobody can believe their eyes so they need the blind faith to witness the fact, it’s an accident

Mustered ma & pa, conceived in #FakeNews pain, viral RNA acid slam dunked, fake pissant!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, April 16th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Dropped from the #BlackStarStudded sky this AM listenin’ to #DistantLover #1976LIVE & HITS Marvin Gaye jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AQSzgDOz7sg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?