@BozScaggs @STYX @BJThomas @VanMorrison

IT IS FINISHED, CONTRACT THIS!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 3, 2020

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Fading away with the holy strings of your feline type of crowd, all ready to scratch eyes out

Don’t comply with Desire that moves the cats and you’ll be hissed at, talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama

By the minions who only care about the water, the food and the phuq which kills the doubt

That there’s maybe nothing outside of the Earth and we all are living in the last resort of Ga.

Now and then here and there in Time and Space’s matrix, you gotta take control, don’t be shy

It’s not a time to be a little baby or a boy when it’s time to Rock and Roll, a fight for blue sky

Since the first day and up unto the final gasp of gas on the last day, the men and women talk

Of the men and the mice of the historical record that got the light to shine on Darkness’ ilk.

Yet the only thing stopping up or down from the stairwell to Cielo or Hades is You and Me

We are all going to die a mortal death with these 208 bones, like it or not, immortality mute

Except for the only One who can make it alone, it ain’t me babe, I believe an illusory creed

Pretend that knowledge which is power is obtainable but it ain’t, know nothing, just bleed.

Native North Americans lived by the shrinking body of water, dried out ash of the Good Fight

Great Lakes used to be a monster ocean, water evaporated and left the deep H2O Lakes of Ga

Earth keeps spinning and leaking the hydrogen into deep Space, point unknown, Egyptian Ra

My thoughts and trips between the bed and dark rooms I enter without benefit of violet light.

Meander around the cultural plantation for the bulk of existence, laughing, crying and dying

Never because you desire this existence but only because you’ve awakened, sword and shield

Wondering how to get food and shelter and friends to avoid pain, suffering in a killing field

To be divine is to be human without fear of Death, to be ‘all too human,” Chicago’s crying.

Punishment for the crime against humanity is eternal banishment from the herd, dead meat

Which is what life was before it fell away from your skull’s bones to the ash of me and Levon

Science and Religion metabolize into the gravitational collapse of the invisible divinity’s feet

Leftover atoms of gas, expanding and contracting until the Singularity mutates It into Avon.

Rags in ragtime and riches for Richie Rich, all of it is a necessary condition for a wasted shat

Taking it all away, subtracting the stuff from nothing leaves nothing at all, that’s a blown fact

What you don’t know WILL hurt you and what you Do know won’t, it’ll take y’all way higher

Than monks and apes hidden in caves, armed to the teeth, waiting for God to kill for hellfire.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, July 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #RaindropsAreFallingOnMyHead by BJ THOMAS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/sySlY1XKlhM}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnoughIsEnough #Gino & #DaddyGee @SteelyDan

2 MUCH IS TOO MUCH, ‘50 TO ‘20 *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 2, 2020

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Mama mia and my papa were married on this day, July 2nd in 1950-1956, duplicated on high

Four of the mix in Italian and Irish-German red blood, soon to forget ancestry of rolled to die

Thrown into a wild field of dreams of my parents, some knew them and some never, ever will

Except to assume that I personally am the dynamic combination of DNAcid, chromosome fill.

Communication between two or more receivers of audio-visual-olfactory-tactile-taste of Sin

One you weren’t present for since you personally didn’t exist in the universe, it’s your fault

All of this Earth revolving, wobbling, orbiting in all-star formation of hydrogen lit explosions

Coming from the center of Nothing but a signal of compression of matter, gravity collapses.

Consciousness and a holy soul let loose by Powers on the Thing Itself, land’s sea of quicksand

It’s the Truth, that’s the Justice of the whole shebang, mama used to say too much’s too much

Should have been obvious to start right at the precipice of Enough because enough Is enough

Groomed after Conceptions for a clear deception’s formulation, a dreamboat in a dreamland.

A boy in the light and in the dark, fear and loathing what comes creeping in and out of life

A mind of memorabilia from day One to the presence of the hunger and lack of satisfaction

Under the sun or the moon, in the brightness or in the shadows of night, star still shines in

Whiskey and moonshine keepin’ me up and plants of Mary keepin’ me down, copacetic pin.

Alright you now have the codes of conduct, the good and evil before and beyond the graves

Same old story and same old song, different word recombination of the Acid, cowboy haze

It matters yet it doesn’t really matter at all, Jack Daniels is fine, Hamm’s all refreshing who?

Once a hammer goes down, only smoke’s left but I won’t be invisible, rhythm fades to blue.

Born to crawl and never to run beyond the leaders of the pack, watch them lead over the cliff

Walking is fine, way behind preferably to stay away from the stench, dying well fed herd stiffs

All forms of the same thing, 208 bones, 840 muscles all with a bad attitude from slave ships

Who we were way back when we ran around sidewalks, alleys and streets dead ends’ whips.

Your heritage don’t matter to the Dead and Gone, what matters is that you see me eye to eye

With your country that you depend on for your God’s dam of food and drink, mom’s apple pie

Putting on your thoughts which are caused by WORDS you read in a manifesto, division key

Tied down with me at the whippin’ post until sundown, then escape is mine, Ghost is in me.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 2, 2020 A.D. @11:11 AM PST

*Ma & pops (RIP) married on THIS DAY long ago. Happy 70th !

I was their first child born 13 months later In Wedlock...pops may have been shootin’ blanks!

FINIS YAHOO! VERIZON!

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ObscenityConsumed #AllSystemsGo

PHILOSOPHER’S CHEVY INFRARED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 1, 2020

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I’ve got some news for you, dear mams and sirs, I apologize for the method of delivery FedEx

Where I used to work for a quarter century, a place created from #Scratch, must have been It

A deal with the devil could possibly explain the nature of the beast within, without justice fit

I am the realm and in charge directional trajectory, survival rate of mice, men, Queen & Rex.

Creative notions against #ThePeople of the U.S.A. both the old and dying and newly born ilk

Fodder is used by the living before they become dead, burned or buried but why drink milk?

Just because you think you’re so pretty? You think you’re so smart yet even with it all, sure

You’ll become without the electronic charge in your nervous system, it really doesn’t matter.

Not militant nor the three stooges doin’ Vaudeville makin’ #Talkies for Chaplin or the gins

That’s who has the principles, the philosophy of the meaning of why the magic spell’s spill

Where there indeed may be nothing but the Space you see on the darkside of Earthly spins

Constitutional muster is not the extreme left nor the right it’s right down the middle or nil.

Online computer essence of camels and sheik harems goin’ jihad, flip of a coin on your dime

The Latter are the Real Things, beyond, before & after as well as present Time, Earth revolver

Wobbles on an imaginary axis, a concept of the middle where there’s nothing but the Forceer

That is inside of us all, live and dead matter moving through us, food to shat, all wasted Time.

Bonus for boomers shared with elders and the millennial mass of atomic DNA, all ready to go

In a solar flare’s shadow or in a penumbra of a star, we know we know what we know, oh no!

Now the Truth comes out, you’re lucky you got here, you’re lucky to be at all, a million to One

Answer this equation X=me then you’ll know what to do, fallin’ into infinity’s blitz of the fun.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 1st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 Ante Meridiem, Pacific Standard Time

{ Jammed out of the Void early this AM while listenin’ to #WePeopleWhoAreDarkerThanBlue by Curtis Mayfield Music on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iSDCPKsSf2U )

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?