P H I L O S O P H I A

Monday, May 18, 2020

#AToolForADay #Humdinger

A RHUMBA OF RATTLESNAKES

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 18, 2020

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You falsely believed that everything you think, all you ever do is a delusion of a delirium

But the Truth be known, now and forevermore until a gravitational collapse, on the take

Maybe yours too, in the game with the balls smackin’ and bankin’ in angular momentum

Confidence in the blind faith that only Lady Luck controls, in the rack or on a clean break.

Records broken on a broken record and other spinnin’ discs comin’ in and out of the scene

Chicago hospital in 1951 to the yard of birds near the tracks of the Ville of Roses, run a dozen

It is never easy when you have the je ne se qua, whatever it is that makes the world go, huh?

It’s a sound, a melody and a back beat of wood and tight skins, cymbol tins, crashin’ mama!

Born to be calm but turned wild for the sake of survival in the city sewer of cosmic bat & rat

Comin’ in loud and clear to the city and county where you pay heed to the rule of law & shat

Void and noise all in One place at the same time, a Space no savior or avatar ever knew, OK

It’s not tht important that the leaders lie to themselves and pass on the antique Truth, today.

Down the middle path between the yield & stop signs, there’s a dead end you’ll certainly see

No way to return from that point, no mercy from any men or angels, just GTF away from me

Solo flight without backup, without a co-captain, it all depends on me, all I need I don’t buy

All of my guns were loaded and I’ve spent all of my ammo on the target, same holy bullseye.

Pawns to be used by the moves to and fro, blowing smoke in the blue screen passin’ my kin

You and I always want as much peace and courtesy as we can get, it’s there in mortality sin

Being in the 208 bones and muscles that animate the skin of divine calculation, a con miracle

Without a single doubt, all of these things in Reality cannot be an accidental crash into Hell.

Bingo for the game’s O-68, it’s a funky four corner win in the Twilight Zone, a far away city

Further than Nome and Ushuaia, north to south, east to west, it’s all up and down, all I see

Blinded by the flood and spot lights so that I could see nothing but a white spot, black dot

Played like the tool in a dream I was born to be in, all too human rattlesnake rhumba, a lot.

Pathetic tragedy to be without your a mater or fater until the form and shape of it all rises

Up to the 8 miles higher than the pebbles underfoot, out where there’s no air, all off the air

Dead air in fact, between the here and now and there and then, if there’s a UFO, sweet, OK

Then again there’s the the loss of verve and nerve, bones won’t move, mind’s gone, TODAY.

r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, May 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:20 PM PST #FWAAAT?

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Jonny Lang Columbia Theater Berlin 10/25/2017 link @ https://youtu.be/gXsjF17gsDs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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NO FREAKIN’ WAY, GOD’S COMIN’ *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 18, 2020

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Sitting bull scatting with the minions who can’t fathom the nature of a Neo-con seventh son

It reeks of the aroma and scent of another burning bush of weed in the plethora of a wet Sun

Secrets told in confidence to a confidence man, what were you thinking of in mud and blood

It’s all over the world, the dirty rocks that came out of the blown-out, dark holly and wood.

Feel the nature of the beast within or not, it doesn’t matter much in the end, you win or lose

The whole shebang is a sham to be reckoned with by the minions dropped by the DNA seeds

Ponds-cum to mix with the love of your lives, it’ll overwhelm your consciousness’ H1N1 blues

You live and you die, that’s the fact of life you forgot, again, you WILL die, God’ll be pleased.

Correlate the hair sniffers and neck lickers to be the fathers of our children’s social distance

Wash your hands and brush your teeth, do not touch the bodies of the others, everybody in?

Wear a face mask for the sheiks of Arabland, dessert for the desert sand, Earth’s a revolution

About the Way to move around in an ellipse while spinning and wobbling the Dirty Dance.

Neighborhood around here is a Void, everywhere in every direction from the nuclear solution

To be or not isn’t the question for humanity, bring home the Francis Bacon n’ eggs morphing

A philosophy of the First Cause of the Unmoved Mover, up your nose with a red rubber hose

Blood of the evolution was never a revolution, it was the thing unnamed, my amorphous toes.

Now and then a walk in the park or in the woods works to center your being, lock it all down

If you don’t, you may be swallowed by hungry monsters, your friends call Besties, I’m vested

When there is a doubt, when there is an error, when there is an impasse, my hand-job’s blown

On being the One, there’s no two or three, there is no other one, just a solitary joint, smoke it.

Crash into a rock wall or jump off of a cliff into a bottomless pit, ends in pernicious perdition

You left it all behind and you need nothing, you have nothing, all due to the original man sin

Eating an apple in a garden of plenty, then you had to digest and eliminate fruit of the loom

God or Cielo is full of incorporeal spirits, white dwarves and black holes to sneeze at, Doom!

r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty

c. May 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7;11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ei8FpxIEPHE }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, May 17, 2020

#Rando #Rambo #Fission #Fusion #PiedPiperOfCheapWordRhyme @PINK @DavidGilmour

PISTOL RELOAD, DNA’s KICKIN’ IN

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 17, 2020

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Fear & loathing for the minions to gnaw, gnash and grow evil alive while still alive & kickin’

Be behind the gods’ dams when they break wind because there’s no stoppin’ us from truckin’

Like the Dead or the Stones or the Ramones, we do what we do, then we fade too far to care

Hearts broken, souls absorbed into the Void of the sweet unseen somewhere else out there.

I’m pumped up with the braggadocio of a braggart and an orange-pomegranate muffinette

There were three of them and suddenly there were none, three bites, three spirits in the set

Wealthy and in a wet dream beyond your wildest imagination, I know which dream she’s in

I’m in my bunk, I’m nineteen, I’m sleepin’ in a big barracks with 49 of the strangers of Sin.

All of us evolved and descended from the miraculous Big Bang to the K-12 program of idiots

Learned the wisdom to be as quiet as the mice that speak no English or Farsi of loser robots

Needs and desires come as the infant cries for the teats and milk of the God that deserted us

In the caves of mountains and the jungles between the plains and savannas, up, down fuss!

Babies and children wonder and the ignoramous elders divulge backward and sideways down

From the First Cause, the original mitotic divide of acid in a holy membrane of plasma brown

Freight train back and forth, tracks can’t wear out while I’m alive, they shine, roll down & fall

Water of the snow, melted ice becoming too heavy for the stratosphere, fill-up the ocean ball.

Playin’ a game in the middle of empty space, thousands of miles between this thing and those

Closest to a moon, Venus & Mercury, doubled 90 million miles to Mars’ 149 billion tics to Oz

Wizard is the sun, the closest star we’ll ever be near, the warm & cold of the thing itself, Fizz

That’s all it takes, chemical reaction trip to the moon, standing underground on a white rose.

I got my bullets back but they won’t return my sidearm six guns, S & W rounds, no shooting

From the S & W .357, the .44 and the model 29 or the model 500, .50Cal, feel of a lead sting

No match for the dead eye aim at the center of the target, holy of homies opened up wounds

Men pine over the loss of innocence yet the things were never that way, mutant DNA hounds.

Accidental collision of atomic matter and a lucky conglomeration of the Will to steal a breath

First there was light and now here we are, blinded by light, dead accident or design, The End

More or less any minute from the first to the last breath, your soul is charged to be a friend

Lying about the Truth is easy since nobody knows what It is other than a Time of my Death.