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Thursday, September 10, 2020

FLAT LINES, APPRECIATE YOU! #MrMisunderstoodToo

FLAT LINES, APPRECIATE YOU!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 10, 2020
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It was all written on the wall and in the papers, the luck of you and the rest of co-living units
Reproduction of the bells that toll for the species’ survival, not lucky just misdirected, boned
By the producers, the ones who pay the bones & their unions, above hell & below here & now
Our only home, grounded girls get a rock and all of the boys are gettin’ too buzz drive stoned.

Y’all know what I’m talkin’ about no matter which way you swing, if you’re not a DNA cloned
We all had a ma and pa that grounded us here in a safe place for nine months, ego abandoned
Celebration and a requiem for a lightweight who had too many objections to warrior oldsters
Swords, sticks, rocks and stones come in handy, gunpowder can’t be found in China crackers.

Here’s how the herd takes advice, follow the leader to find where the water is, folks, that’s all
Literally or figuratively, your choice and mine, nobody else can make the decision, we all fall
From the grace we’ve inherited by the luck of a random draw, gun smoke leftover for my gods
Many Ones twist & wobble, fired about a sunny star, high, stoned babies with no last names.

Getting to the end comes soon enough whether you give it a single thought or not, no surprise
It’s a necessary condition to remain able to survive in a losing battle for immortality’s rubble
Miraculous effects of the First Cause right in front of your eyes, you will forget about the bull
Cows don’t care about Martha or George or the Donald, species last call, “just do it, let’s roll!”

Many decades and centuries rolled on to get right here to this point in the matrix, here we are
One and the same kind of weird creation from an absentee father and a welfare mother Earth
Everything that’s food is exchanged for debits and paper IOU’s, the poverty is a tab at the bar
Where I go to slam the day back into the banks of despair, Jackie Daniels dictates self worth!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, September 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 03:57 AM PST

Wednesday, September 09, 2020

#KnockedUpBoots #ShadesNeedDrawin' #MeAndYou #DirtyDancinBlueJeans

GOLD, MINK & THE DEAD STONES
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 9, 2020
******** #BootsNeedKnockin *********


Glad to be here, FISHIN’ for red dirt gold, seeds planted deep enough, leaf to smoke, in rows
Finding the ignorant isn’t easy but it’s a necessary condition for me justifying, puffs & blows
From pole to pole, all around the Earth, every continent and every body of water’s fire doors
Money couldn’t buy my Time in this Space, asking me pretty please and smiling, a lion roars.

When I say ‘gets it’ I mean that completely be on board with the Golden Rule, control the sex
Never treating anyone like you would hate to be treated, that will give you a clue to easy ways
Soft birth to hard granite death brings the entire consciousness into it’s origin, an unknown X
Reason and the struggle to survive on a hostile planet whose germs and genomes waste days.

Sometimes turns into always once the clock stops and the days don’t don’t play with my spurs
Where nothing you said means a thing to anyone, dead right, there in a No Life matters spree
All of this and that, over here and over there, anytime from the Big Bang to the tiny whimpers
A man it turns out, lives and dies with or without you to blame it all on, Unmoved Mover, me.

Prayers when you’re dreaming work just like a race car with flat tires going up a 45 degree slit
Through a mountain pass where even brave men feared to go, nobody wants to die in tidbits
There’s always a but and now you got one, got one man who knew it all, an 8 ball of confusion
Things themselves and forms of matter which make them what they are at being Bang units.

End after it began in a whimper, some shouts and cries, laughter and tears back to star dust
Complete, utter annihilation of everything you thought you know, cancels out your tiny fuss
Amazing drifting away from what matters most, you’re not here to stay, this may be all of It
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing, sweet dreams baby, it’s what I got, you got it, aw shyt!

Dancing in the light doesn’t count when you could be prancin’ in the dark, bringin’ the fight
Spurs and boots kicked off before I got to bed, I woke up from the dream at 6 AM, here I am
Just a dream, tonight’s sweet blackness where nothing can bother you, smile is the only light
Knowing it all or nothing at all are two sides of the same coin, differential equation, hot dam!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{Drafted to Luke Bryan 1 Margarita, 2, 3, we’ll be gone! https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, September 08, 2020

#Enormous & #Minuscule = #Nothing #TedNugent #Neutrinos & #Batsoup #H1N1 #CoVid19

NEUTRINOS, COKES & PALE MOONS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 8, 2020
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Barefoot I came forth in whitecap form, sugar I can’t return, knockin’ boots, birds & bees tour
Here and now I am for a moment or two, shorter than I have any right to expect but I’m sure
All I need is one or two quick belts with my father who is now in heaven, #HolyNameSociety
Where he told me he was going on to his last supper in my ear, in a dream, for real, ask me.

My jokes are all on me, none of them are ever funny but they are so subtle even I talk smack
Facts are that incomprehensible humor, sarcastic or really sad and not funny, drink a rack
After your last can gets crushed while you’re listenin’ to #DownToTheHonkyTonk sin scenes
Got #BatshyteSheila out for date, met her last Friday, got her number out of my blue jeans.

Now, got four daughters and twin baby boys, all to keep me busy to a point of being obscene
I’m too old for this since I feel like I’m about eighty or maybe seventy, which I am, I is a seer
In the future, I saw this comin’ from a mile away, about fifty years ago when I was nineteen
Straight down to the bottom of the center of the Earth, call it Hades, call it Ether, as I blather.

I didn’t know what four Margaritas would do to me or maybe it was six, long knife barefootin’
Now, it’s work 55 hours every week, never there except sometimes on Sunday for church’s sin
Then back to the grind, the gig only I can do, nobody but me locked up in the crane overhead
Lookin’ at this world from a short man’s #POV, higher than a man deserved to be, a hoverin’.

Jack and gin under my umbrella, did I lose my brains and body when I was seventeen? Um
A guy hit us hard, we were seventeen and we died right there in the street, on Waveland Av
I can stoke the divide, there is nothing unifying about idiots who have a microphone’s scum
Pertaining to the nature of humanity, political philosophy east and western civilization fun.

OK, back to the future, out on a fifth date, teenagers in love in the back seat of papa’s Chevy
Made in the shade, goin’ steady and uncut clean shave I didn’t need covered by my Jade East
Clean and mean but didn’t know her pop was sittin’ right behind us in the drive-in, watchin’
Actually didn’t know that ‘til 20 years later when my friend who caught her on rebound Tang.

When I knew the deal was goin’ down, I was right in the middle of where you go when you go
You won’t know where that is ‘til it comes time to take responsibility for being misunderstood
Finding a rubber or plastic soul isn’t possible in outerspace, there’s Nothing outside the Earth
Ask any astronaut or cosmonaut whose education taught opposing meanings to After Birth.

Across a creek, creepin’ on a piece of the peace only sinners fear to love, let’s get Margaritas!
I knew if I could have it all I would have but if it was too late for that, wasted neutrino funk
Put a drink in my hand I can throw down a day before hair of the dog comes barkin’ polkas
A Singularity got woke and walked into Hooligan’s bar, the punk’s junk in the trunk shrunk!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, September 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while on my back ho, listenin’ to #TittiesBar Montgomery Gentry & #BigSmo #KickinItInTennessee #BlowinPine #FireWater & #Froglegs full of #Moonshine #Honkies on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WDxSgq88Clw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?