#WhatDoYouThinkBoutThat? #PowerShifts

SIX FEET FROM MOTHER’S BLOW

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 4, 2020

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I kiss my mom these days by blowing her a windless kiss from six feet away, dying viral fools

We never see one another’s face any more, we’ve got iPhone photos and celluloid Kodak flicks

Everything in due time, everything is everything and nothing is nothing, the Dalai Lama rules

Bringing it all to the table with the cartoons I love to watch, 24/7 the The Simpsons’ shticks.

An Event Horizon from out of nowhere and without any warning from the AM radio like glue

Stuck on me as I was gettin’ down on a beautiful day, out by the swimming pool of clear blue

Nothing there to bother us except bad guys who followed my daughter home, bad guy’s ways

I had to go from peace to war in a moment without a thought, warrior mode on purple haze.

I don’t fight, I deny the outcome has anything to do with any of my actions, yes they’re dead

But there was something wrong with their minds, they wanted to kill me, my fearless dread

Philosophy of waiting for the moves and responding in effect with the check mate in nines

Finished before the opponent recovers from the descent into the abyss, angels’ stop signs.

In no hurry to stroke the accelerator because at that point, there’s no more fair competition

It makes me feel such sympathy for the relentless loser who couldn’t believe it would happen

I see what you see but you say you don’t see it, I don’t care though, I know you are a genius

Top of your education’s class of superior students, who studied to excel, to be superior dust.

Which in the end is still all you and I are, regardless of the function of the PhD or HS diploma

In the wind, at the end, all alone, no wife, husband, no kin at at all, One, in a morbid pleroma

Think about the living stars, the dead stars, the unborn stars, then think that you exist here

In the middle of nowhere, outside of 93 million miles to the nearest origin, a climax, a beer.

Nothing to get all riled up about until it’s time to use your skills of self defense from the mob

When they come out of nowhere from the dregs of somebody’s society, can’[t get a living job

They come in busloads dressed with their baby grouchy-Marxist garb, ready for a stone age

Rock music and the classical Jazz, Country and Soul pieces of Culture, Americana in deluge.

Stay with me one more moment, descend into the ascending vortex, into the holy, full of zeal

Coming up or down, just because there’s no other way to go, gravitational collapse of the field

Interrupting the coitus long enough to cause the species to go extinct by a devilish good deed

In error, Truth became the Lie and that was the Key to the End, the Finale, it was a bad seed!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ #GodInHeaven ? Ripped this from my leased gullet while listenin’ to the mighty Carlos Santana #LIVEconcert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MAGICmovesLakes #GameIsNeverOver #NoTimeOutInSpace

SHE’S A WIFE, NEXT CONTESTANT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 3, 2020

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Beauty is not only skin deep, it goes all the way down into bones and into a rapper’s mind

Effervescent as a bottle of seltzer and blowin’ gas back up through your ski nose & hot lips

Quintessential mimicking of the way of the human being, the homo sapiens of a 3rd kind

Monkeys without much hair except to cover their tiny heads full of outer space and rips.

Looking like what you don’t want to see near the end of the run, when it’s almost all 1’s & 2’s

Miracles don’t happen at all, every single thing has a cause and is an effect of some fool’s hits

Chances are you’re as ignorant as Adam and Eve but you think you know it all, so what it is?

Really a guess, wild or educated making stabs at the guess, the assumption based on Blues.

In macroscopic form a microscopic virus takes over the entire genome and kills it’s breath

What is left other than the followers who are stunned by the reminder that they too will die

Almost forgotten until the stink began, smelling the relaxed nature of the inner bowels high

Burial for respect and avoidance of the presence of the stench, the corpse’s forgotten death.

Beauty was only skin deep after all, the beast emerges as the days tic by, a high heaven sniff

Reminds the recollection that every perception from birth to death is a clue to being a stiff

Souls animate the bones and brain’s mind, responsible for it all, good, evil and very fugly

Conceptual analysis of the premises of propositions will yield the fallacious ends, the ugly.

Blind faith emerges to avoid the fear & loathing of knowledge that Earth’s all there is forever

In the beginning of Gods, legendary but nowhere in existence, above or below south Queens

I got my hotrod, you got your purse and your hot legs, we’re good to go, alternative’s obscene

Our gangs all there waiting, justice making a move without us, we are One, a phuqn farmer.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, August 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 6:06 PM PST

{ Belched out of the gullet while listenin’ to #BumpCity @TowerOfPower & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qNWYHSbaFBs }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FindOutTheTruth then #BackOffFast @CHICAGOtheBand #CHICAGO DOES ROCK! #CoVidTwentyThree #JordanRules #Bawlers

XENOPHOBIC SNOWFLAKES OF RA

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 2, 2020

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Just several kilometers from the center of the North Pole, I searched & found what I needed

Not what I wanted, it was not my personal desire, yet it was all too human of a wanton dread

That the will I have and the intent strength of the focus of the thought power, never fails gods

You my friend, ain’t a god, neither is anyone else, none of y’all are, no more Siberian hotrods.

A messenger dead in your head but ringing the meaning of the words of subjects and objects

In the scrum of the huddle it all comes down to this, what the plan is after you find the Truth

As it’s always been, the ignorant won’t have any inkling that something’s amiss, star specks

Flat on the ground against star cinders of what used to be back in the day before Babe Ruth.

Baseball players can’t spit on the ground anymore, can’t chew snuff or tobacco in a dugout

But how can you expect to be calm during all of the tense commotion on the diamond field

A function of the equation may be quadratic in form and as a mass of atoms, shaped as an eye

Looking inside & outside as if it’s different when it is indeed, One and the same, yet we pray.

Here’s the boundaries and the facts of life, every teenager should have been taught, we failed

Not due to intent to ruin the civilization but just to show that it’s all about #Me2 & not y’all

If I don’t get things in my reach I will not be happy, sadness is a form of mockery at all souls

My spirit, soul, ghost doesn’t have respect for any of them, they don’t exist in my black hole.

So, I play the notes of what angels in the sky sound like when you’re called home to a tease

A hope while I spread the Faith and the Charity everywhere I go, to those who sip green teas

I don’t care who cares and who doesn’t because it’s none of my business, it’s all humanity’s

It’s not only a long way home but also it’s straight and narrow within an ultraviolet infinity.

Thrown the whole shebang up against the wall and nothing stuck, it all fell down to the floor

I am way under the radar in front of the god's eye and the dream that gives up a losing score

No matter, no expectations other than you’ll be alive tomorrow but someday you won’t, caput

It ain’t my fault, you work ‘til you die, that’s it, says an innocent crow, #KissMyBlackAssFoot!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, August 2nd, 2020 A.D. Jammed this while listenin’ to Snoop Dogg #DontJudge #ItsArtForArtsSake #DontBeThatWayHomies here’s a link from 2009 @ https://youtu.be/QZXc39hT8t4 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?