P H I L O S O P H I A

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

#WITFAYTA ? #JustListen #Silence #JSTFU

FILET GUMBO, JAMBALAYA GODS*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 20, 2020

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This is nothing at all to sneeze at, bayou’s big fun, down to the last gasp you get, go deeper

Deal me in for the last hand of the night, just need the name of the game, freakin’ creeper

In syncopated rhythm, pluckin’ strings, beatin’ skins, shells or hollowed-out trunk bark

In the morphine and heroine the blue dreams arrive and the ending credit teeth of a shark.

All of this was present at the beginning before there was any solution to counter revolution

Now and in the future program of the DNA and RNA, mutated or immutable, superb skin

Nevermore to be cut and bleed or to be blunt forced unconsciousness’ traumatic android

All you can recollect, nothing more and nothing less, no experience means an empty Void.

In the middle of the day or night, you may assume you’re on a planet revolving & orbiting

Around a burning ball of gas ninety million miles away from this Home, all we know, eh?

In a stretch of the imagination you can follow the inconceivable notions assumed by gods

Passing the Word in rocky wall etchings, to say that #KilroyWasHere, I Am Kilroy’s nards.

Food to eat and to recycle into the environment, devoid of burned vitamin & mineral, son

The fuel for the movement of the animal animation, without the dead food, we die as One

Before the thought of you and I being alive entered the cosmic imagery, It was as it still Is

Allowing your back to be covered by the jewels left over by the gods, my goddess, my Isis!

Fortunate number One son pulled as many assets as possible from the blood of a cruel creed

It may not have been enough though, Time will tell soon enough, no rush to judgement seed

Gramma said, monkey see & monkey do, silk stockings or barefootin’ with a shocked monkey

Boots on, goin’ nowhere but to eat BBQ at a funeral pyre, Davey Jones’ Xbones are the key.

r j j stephan, i * Header is THE #ReedFluteCave chum!

c. Wednesday, May 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Come over here & kiss my ain’t that something! If that means anything to you, it was meant for you! Drafted this listenin’ to MilesDavisLive #BagsGroove @ https://youtu.be/8WxgoqwSUCo }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

#BlusterBong #TuesdaysBong @StraightOuttaCompton

ANTAGONISTIC WRETCH I AM NOT

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 19, 2020

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I refuse to repeat myself and flap my gums needlessly when I don’t have to, oh wait, my gums

In any case, you have no choice, you will, I will, we all will live and die in the middle of a Sin

Comfort food for the soul about a Savior from the Original Sin or Avatar of legendary slums

For a finale, Time in a pandemic which began as Bat Soup dribbling down on me, too human.

Alright, take a knee, hit the pause button, as you were, as it was and always will be, this is It

All we’re ever gonna get is what we each manufacture from the atoms conscious to the Id

An Ego moves the scenes in and out of the picture, every one of the shots tells it’s own story

Only you know and I know what this means, index fingertip to the thumb, evil eye is the key.

Sad for the One that hatched the many from a Big Bang or a gravitational collapse, in a Void

Tubular and deep, dark wellspring above the glittering gold that doesn’t glitter over a border

Where Alice feared so little she fell in the hole, to get us through it, a wonderland will unfold

Magic and a future shock is all there is, the way it’s gonna be, a brave, new world of disorder.

Mercy for the beggars who cannot move up the ladder of success in the capital way, all rejects

From the pile of helpers to the few brains and minds behind the causes and inevitable effects

Quoting Word, Scripture of philosophical images, long dead and gone, caused a grim distress

Upon dreams and real, daily walk-abouts this planet of rocks roll devils with sky blue dresses.

Ghost in the machine or just a spirit in the night or a soul on ice’s dream within a wet dream

Burlesque or Vaudeville or Broadway straight to Hollywood and Vine, a Studio City scheme

On cracker jacks and black jack gum, gulping sweet sugar to suffocate the brain’s synapses

A wretched jin, king of Rock & Roll, thank you please is all I can pray at the queens’ graves.

Watchin’ your P’s & Q’s because somebody will always be around wantin’ to make you forget

Just because you’re alive, that hurts those that don’t know how to rock and roll, can’t git it

They want to take care of you meaning take you down, make you pull your gun, It is Word

Boots out in the streets needin’ to move and walk on, it’s a Southern Man thing, #Skynyrd.

r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 19, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Wrote while listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #Winterland circa 1975 A.D. #TheNeedleAndTheSpoon & HITS from ‘75 link @ https://youtu.be/3QR28CzONi8 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

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.?

#ricoSacto