#Skynyrd #ShowMeTheBackDoor @Springsteen #RowYoBoat

MERCIFUL AS I LIE, I DIE FOR YOU

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, July 14, 2020

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Presence of the monster under your bed awakens the inner beast, you’ve unretired once again

It’s nobody’s fault but it’s a necessary condition for pandemic responses to a mythological jin

But also never forget about the sufficient condition for overreaction to causes of love’s effects

From Canal Street to the #LSD and over the top of the city’s Kennedy Ex & on to O'Hare jets.

I have more alibis to sell for the guilty who want to avoid the jails and penitentiary joints too

Boogie Woogie or Rock & Roll are the keys, top ranked, divine pecking order of prevaricating

Bored and very shy people write brilliant masterpieces, classical, opera, rock & rhythm & blue

Miked up for Words to be uttered and echoed on recorded loops for all the ballsy recollecting.

Grandma’s philosophy handed down to me was that ‘Monkey see. Monkey do,” in Sicilian

From Palermo or Chicago, it sounded identical to my mother, her mother’s greatest so far

In those hands that cleaned my bottom and held me close to her heart, rats couldn’t git me

Near the sewer caps, the rats ran rampant below the asphalt of the melting side streets tar.

Here and there you’ll find yourself lost in the jungle, concrete or vegetative jungles in love

With the animated organs, crawling, digging, walking, running and flying, below & above

Local boys and girls turn into the dead men and women forgotten by nothing, holy matrix

Dreams end, you wake up like I do and then you breathe in and out for 16 hours of kicks.

Then suddenly, you’re gone but you can’t remember anything about when you all were here

It’s actually a myth in the sense that it seems impossible, you had the gift of being born bare

Used to hear the sounds, the words of explanation, the reasons for being so easy to eat/scare

It’s a thrust to the place in Space, to the Time you were conceived, a moment down with fear.

Trouble comes right out of nowhere. so much open space in nowhere, lots of trouble, colorin’

If and only if you are fortunate, you will find out why you are alive before your mind fails you

From the innocence and ignorance of the infant to the reverent erasure of the recollection sin

Extinction precedes the essence so row your boat like there’s no tomorrow, life’s but a dream.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, July 14th, 2020 @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Blasted this out of outerspace while listenin’ to a Bruce Springsteen Pinkpop Festival concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dzkecxiSwdY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustWaitOnePhuyqnMinute @Eminem @Santana

A-TRAIN SCAT @TRUMP2020

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 13, 2020

___________ #FeelMe #FeelYou ____________

Shown the only way to rock and roll down the straight and narrow path, birth, love & death

If there’s anything else under the star, it’s a modification of being ignorant of angelic cursors

A reason for everything including the lack of evidence for life after death, stone blind birth

Nothing other than that blind faith, preached and echoed blind faith of a priest & professors.

If what you think and say and write isn’t against the Free Speech of All, Love up to the sky

Throw down the sticks and let them pile in random order, I’ll pick them up in due Time flow

Compared to the idiots who speak with forked tongues, liars and cheaters who gotta be high

Neutral between forward and reverse, I’m parked, my lights are off, silent and heavy blow.

Thoughts of blind sights and silent sounds, like playing ball alone, in a solo game of Sorry

Movin’ around the game board in counter clockwise direction, players like NASCAR drivers

if you’re so smart and pretty why don’t you sing it loud? You’re not certain it’s true, illusory

Mountains and oceans a result of Big Bang evolution and disintegration in Space’s infinity

Compared to my father and mother, I am a skeptic and no friend of my parochial mind bend

Product of the cross, of the crusaders holy protection of a holy grail, in an instant I will offend

Believing in infinity, that there’s no origin of the universe, it always was and will be copy RNA

All there is in this matrix of rock, sea salt and living DNA, just everything in the Cosmos’ Ra.

Wasted in the middle of a search to find an occult meaning of Reason, logical deduction vein

Into the deep purple smoke of the cloud above the #Nines’ zoot suits, skirts to kill a princess

Daughters, sisters, mothers and girlfriends give some men their due, 3 meals a day, sugarless

To be or not to be saved by the bells and the consummation of the pills’ compact of the pain.

Always thinking that if I stop thinking that I won’t exist as an ape, therefore I’m here & now

Although at some point in the random future in store for all of us, we’ll disintegrate and how

As if you needed to be reminded of the tramps that are conceived and die in a gutter rat Sin

Born naked up country or down in the hollar, there’s a place in outerspace for ONE, chosen.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, July 13th, 2020 A.D @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Generated from the ether while listenin’ to #MonaLisaCARLOS SANTANA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/95y10tZAzCw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KillingTimeAndSpaceInAWhiff #CircleTheSquaresWithTriangles #EmptyDrinks? #FillerUP #PREGO

JUST ‘CAUSE YOU THINK, PREGO!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 12, 2020

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It’s a matter of a Trinity of souls merged into One big ball of confusion, an atomic cornucopia

Bursting bubbles of empty conceptual formulations, nothing to see, nothing but the hot licks

Nobody hears or comprehends the conceptual analysis of the good and evil of Life, a panacea

Here and now or there and then, everywhere all the time, I Am all there is, it’s not for #kicks.

Sort of a punishment/reward system for the sons of the gods to convert ignorance to wisdom

Peeking out from behind the curtain, a stage is set and the play has begun, it’s all gonna come

Before you know it, before I can tell you the whole story, it will be over like it was never here

Nobody can be around when the entire essence is revealed, a Mind, a Brain, a Man or a Bear.

Claws to climb the trees and to kill the enemy, sharp as razors, I am weaponized, I am Man

You are whomever you’ve found yourself to be, lucky you can even read this, must be a fan

Kidding but not really, all fans have expired, they’ve run their course, forgot what they said

To revolve into the vortex of wind sucking and blowing the dirty, flamboyant Id’s deadhead.

A viral odoriferous whiff of a viral RNA that attaches to human DNA, caused by Woman, Sam

Both have the blame, the nature of humanity will be extinct in due time, in due space of I am

Where nobody on Earth will ever find the link to a moment everything dies in a NY moment

We are the monsters we are afraid of, we can’t live with or without, the DNA of the dormant.

How many pills times one hundred years can you swallow? 1000 every year, 100,000 is all

Oh my God or gods or goodness, that’s a lot of pills in a hundred years but just a way to Be

Just to stay alive and ambulatory rather than dead and buried or in any case, pass the ball

Inside a ball of confusion, a reality you neither asked for nor created, you accept the sun/sea.

Nothing greater than the Ends of the Means at the end of the road, all sharp points are moot

Conclusions from propositional logic still make sense but in the End, in the Omega deep root

Nothing’s left to be, all of the atoms and molecules of the gas, liquefied or solidified is all I am

Nonsensical illogical conclusions reasoned from false assumptions’, plumes of flimflam Man.

My eyes have it but what It is, only God knows. orange tailed 707 flyin’ higher than God’s fun

It all comes into view when the world presents itself and allows anyone to mount it’s mound

Coconut, chocolate and four almonds is all I need to take you down, to the dentist’s patience

One of these days Alice or Betty, Alex or Pedro are going to die and then they’ll see our skins.

There was a morality or ethical theory that obligated doing things to others, to be or not to be

Just because it was Right was not enough to control the raw animal within, the hunger sings

Tunes, melodies for everyone with or without ears to hear, vibrating minions making livings

Just because you’re used to seeing the liberty of doom on the horizon, dead and gone is free.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, July 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MonaLisa $antana1000000 https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?