#EyesUsedToCare #ThingsHaveChangedNow #LockedInTight #OutOfRange #RobertZimmerman *InspiratedSound*

KICKIN’ RUBY SCAT OUT THE MUD

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, April 19, 2020

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Red rocks get the attention, watch this roll from Memphis to Cairo, lookin’ for the queens

Kings just one move at a time, up, down, left, right, that’s all there is my Kings of jalopies

If and only if you are the One who traps the lost and idiotic, then you can serve nobody, eh?

Yes, that means You and I, we serve somebody we don’t know by any name other than Ga!

No, not the dictator, the king or queen or the proletariat but it is the chairman of the phqdup

Meaning what I meant bored to be serving somebody will get you a ticket to ride out of here

In Space, here and in this Time, now we know what must be done for food and toiletry paper

No rest for the wicked and no rest for the good and especially for the ugly, need to wrap it up.

Invisible mountains, boulders, rocks and stones turning pebbles into the cosmic gunpowder

It will blow but nobody knows when, we know why though, the rocks of this planet serve It

Cosmically terrestrial yet within and without the 208 bones you call your Self, that’s chowder

Burn them or bury them at the end and it won’t matter to any souls left above and below It.

Still of whiskey and burning plants under the moon’s shinin’ reflective light of the dark star

Bright in the day, red hot like a philosopher’s stone, crimson ruby red with the magic Word

It’s a gamble to get One but if and when you do, everything will become as clear as Web mud

In a gnarled mess of order and chaos, the confusion and order is astounding, said a li’l bird.

Pumpin’ it up to a higher level, decibels in a ultraviolet realm where even the evil ones steer

Clear of the Void that will suck them into oblivion, as they deserve since they forgot the tear

Bribes are a comin’ to shut your yap and be as silent as the lambs who haven’t been born yet

They’ll get their cotton sheered and be naked lamb chops in two shakes, no time at all, shyat!

Heard the herd call of the tame and wild, it’s a silent scream for something in outer Spacers

Cunning and innocence mix well with the hammerheads who claim to be usurper scammers

Think of it this way for a moment then go back to your Earth dirt replicated, numbskull fauna

Exist without The Code, DNA born to a cat’s Pride, a goddess’ Singularity, We’re One, Duh!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche 19 avril deux mille vingt, Anno Domini

#ONE #ThatsAllFolks

#ServeSombody #ServeYourSelf #ServeNobody

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#AToolForChange #JustATool

FLIPPIN’ 5’s, WE’RE ALL WOKE PAL!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 18, 2020

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Ship’s undercover, I lost most of it with my nerve on cliff hangin’ One love, as above, so below

Joints of phalanges broke up with each other, fell apart like love of a god’s pall, arrow & bow

Hot one in the dream when you’re all locked in and cannot escape the dead gold mine’s ride

In a groove, in a vein’s artery from the bone’s adhesive keepin’ muscle meat on, a dead bride.

Fear the miracles that will defy your understanding of the nature of Being human, all too One

Hearts merge into One Love of the islands where the horsemen came, shat and left us alone

It’s either supernatural or underground of this Earth, down at the core of Being, unpaid rents

One who arrived into the eggs in geometric progression into a myriad of punks’ faux parents.

Took all of my money, my new car, my old truck, my children, all 6 girls from 3 to 16 and God

I don’t believe in the divine anymore because the Lord tooketh away after I gave all my blood

To the people who were born and raised by theoretical idiots, morons from One out of phase

Where ethics and morals are either non-existent or a non-issue for the monsters of midways!

In a mirror or glassy, reflective water surface, image returned is the image sent from Hades

Or maybe Valhalla where the great Zeus and demi-gods of the elders extinct lore, it all fades

On the cave walls or on the papyrus with red blood running down the flip side, command of 3

What you should and should not do or you’ll be punished, physically, mentally, emotionally.

Utter domination of the subordinates, just like the ape troupes who live and die in the cages

Of the mice and men in their cages and the entire menagerie of anima and fauna, Ma changes

From a bit of an exploded chunk of the #BigBang, we’ve come and gone with or without You

Who you are is what you think you are, you know your Self, a Will to Be is all just B.U.T.T.A.

Winners get an extra good feeling that losers miss and will never get here & now, losers suck

The narrow way is only one way and there’s no turning back because there’s nothing left over

Once upon a time, in black, empty Space, there was Light, a burning tank full of gas, fired Up

On the way down to the emptiness where atomic energy is depleted, a heap of God’s catsup.

Bloody bones & bleached hair cover the spirit soul with the fear of dying, eternally immortal

In the graves with the headstones to remind the ones above ground that It’ll be so very awful

Or become the contents of a decorative Urn on the mantel of your greatest grandsons’ wives

Appearance of a Form’s shape-shift is all H2O, game’s over, an unmoved mover flipped fives.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, April 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 AM PST

{ Drafted whilst listenin’ to EricClapton.pl & Duane Allman's 1957 Les Paul Goldtop on youTube #Jam5 link @ https://youtu.be/64e-QkJiTMc }

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#FourScoresAgo #ThatTookALongTime #WOKE #upDown #CrashinBoardsOnTheJungleGym

TAKE IT WAY BACK TO THE CLIFF *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, April 17, 2020

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We were right there on the cliff, out on the edge where there’s nothing but rocky sand below

At the brink of my memory when I can’t recollect anything else but a soft, warm spot in hell

Where I couldn’t breathe & there wasn’t any light at all, it was faltering, suddenly I jumped

From one presence in one time to another presence in another place, gettin’ my fuel dumped.

Didn’t need to go forward or backward, sideways was good enough for a solar system’s orbit

Therefore, that nature of being was and is good enough for me, it always will be, I am the It

All of It, none of it is without me because it cannot be without the air, the magnetism of a sea

Pulling the tide in and out due to the whippin’ spin and wobble, Davey Jones’ locker for free.

Missed you and all of the opportunity that was knocking at the prison door of an empty gaol

Good and ugly mix well to disguise the nature of the seed within, Gold inside flamin’ thighs

Perfectly square in a rectangular circle, triangulated for the aim at the target, middle of eyes

Monkeys in the shadows waitin’ for the banana peels to boil for the Nana tea, eat your Kale.

Towers of power all babbling with the drool drippin’ from the corner of a mouthful of guff

Learned from the elders, boys and girls who were firstborn to the unwed mothers’ fathers

Pink pong and pool, marbles, tops, yoyos all keep you busy before the misery of a holy See

From sugar so sweet you couldn’t quit the addict, rotted teeth, attention deficit, PhD degree.

Carved the initials into the redwood, as hard as soft rock, knife sharp as my hi-low IQ mind

Time and Space played with the little boys and girls, turned to corpses in s century, OK fine

Slept in every day since the I found the darkness cannot be enlightened by the Truth, as it is

A First Cause had a party and we’ve arrived to sort it out, clean it up, become a Slo-Gin Fizz!

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r j j stephan, i * header is my whittling on a Pacific Coast cliff north of SF, CA.

c. 17 aprile 2020, Anno del Signore; alle 3:33 Post Meriden; Ora solare Pacifico, nello Spazio

{ Composed in a #WestOfHollywood condition listenin’ to the Steely Dan #TwoAgainstNature on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7ES0OdVB8Yo }

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