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TOO STONED, ROLLIN’ OFF ROCKS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 19, 2020

----- #ONENESS -----

Lucky Strikes and since you mentioned them, I smoked hundreds of those C-sticks or more

Fortune allowed me to cold turkey quit them all, no smoking or chewing anything back door

Only Top Shelf strains of the flowers picked at harvest Time and filling the empty, deep space

You may be a giant or a midget but either way, you’re alive and you need a punch in the face.

There is indeed a fine line between blurred lines that stretch above and below epic infinity

Ends where nothing gets to the end alive and knowing that’s it’s all over, it happens you see

Reason and the Way of the sage-warrior of the psychic realm, arms a private reserve tea

Knowledge is the power and practical reason is likely to trump any aces or kings overlords.

Asymptomatic dippity-do poured on to slick down the baby’s breathiops to get his chops

He had plenty of chops, a mental note, hundreds in FB notes of concertos’ empty sonatas

All for the many who love the things of this Mother Theresa, snake to hiss at everything

Dreamers dwindling down to the few and when they’re done, it’s all over now, bada bing!

Forty nights that follow the forty days were all just a red whirling dervish I recalled from 1951

Up n' down the musical scales and listenin’ to the chime of the bell, I lose the ego of my One

Much of the grief we get from the .1 % is a nudge to keep our Amoralle relatives in a tock tick

A fight when long in the tooth isn’t fair, you need a weapon, a sword, a knife or a speed stick.

In bed with the enemy in the USA, Mexico and Canada, getting tired and falling fast asleep

Out of touch with reality, a passing parade of headless horsemen and naked, fat ladies singin’

But it’s a cold day in hell so today is when I’m going to jump off a building head first, ringin’

All of the lights go out and all of the light fades into black, incorporating the Void, #GoDeep!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:01 A.M. PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SilverDreamsGoldenSmiles by Carlos Santana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DpUVTr9Lmmc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ForeverMyWay #GetTheHeckOutOfMyWay

SEEING EYE TO A LOVER’S EYE DO 

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 19, 2020

--------   #AllAloneToMyself  -------

Ice cold blood for all the right reasons, ain’t no choice, atomic warheads suckin’ bloody bone

We could be gone before you know it but the ones who count won’t know it, a matter of form

Come and gone within a hundred years more or less for the lucky ones who’ve no lucky worm

Mom, senorita, mommy, senora, big mama, we’ve gotta have a sit down talk or I’m long gone.

More or less in the end as it’s always been in the past since day 1 or the moment just before

There are no secrets except the ones you don’t know about yet, it’s written on the brick wall

It sounds a great deal like sarcasm but it’s coming across as the Truth, hard to believe truism

By any standard of the ancients or the futurists, you can’t have any pudding without a score.

Divided & conquered, reward is to do what thou wilt, nobody’s sin but my own, true facts

Just one of the many in a billion, which version is the Truth, to will the power of 3.14 hacks

Complete, absolute essence of the cream of the crop, rows of grain and flowers of wild weed

Wet dreams do the trick for the ones who have known the sleepin’ trick, climax a sin seed.

Mothers & fathers raised all of these babies, our kin that’s now in trouble, it’s the mortals’ sin

Defective recombination of dominant and subordinate DNA examples of life, deadhead Earth

Extinction is immanent and in the process the players cannot be aware of it, divided division

Original blind faith, blind eyes to a boss’ law & order, here & now, holy wombs give stillbirth.

Problematic differential equations attempting to qualify logical deductions of an assumption

Rational as the syllogistic humor of Socrates, Plato & Aristotle, deduce fake Truth’s division

Laughing and crying about the fear of Death and the trials and tribulations of Life, I’m dyin’

You’re killin’ me as usual and without me there is no matrix for the stage of the story playin’.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 19, 2020 A.D. @ 6:06 PM PST

{ #NeverNeverland drew the EVIL OUT OF LIVE while listenin’ to @NewRidersOfThePurpleSage #PanamaRed & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyPYM5uUViI }

2020 CORVETTE FROM MONREAUX

 

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AllTimeOffInfinity #WaysideRightside #Fore

NOTHING CAME IN A DIRTY DEED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 19, 2020

---- #KeepUpRich ----

Paddle a downstream to liberty, gently rowing an apeman monkey’s putsch, gold’s flow

Neighbors next door and everywhere all around this entire planet, became presence of a blow

All alone as it has always been intended, you can take Nothing with you and it’ll come to fade

But for the reality that’s comin’ eventually when the bitter end arrives, life’s a passing parade.

My personal life force, the thing itself that animates what I appeared to be, It went out today

In and out of the dreams of the naked apes, I climbed and fell down the rabbit hole anyways

Far down the line on the right and the left, the sun don’t shine and the moon won’t glow gas

Unforgiving cold wind blows, the gods deliver the anger from an ape-monkey Bridge of Sighs.

Things homegrown from a seed & a special creation of spontaneous combustion’s Big Bang

Inseminating, asexual assimilation of the 93 million mile distance to the core of God’s being

Books, pages scratched with ink-dye and predication of occult secrets of lost fathers’ mothers

Walk, run, asleep or awake, blind or in full higher consciousness’ mode, One Spirit is all hers.

Green or ultraviolet blue to the crimson infrared, blood orange foolin’ the grim reaper’s flys

You know the maggots will come eventually to what you suppose is who you thought you’d be

Watch an experiment in a high school science lab, organic matter breakdown, it’s what we are

Our wise forefathers created the schools for the fools who they knew’d be born, gals & guys.

I rolled the stone away from the cave’s holy opening and the library was looted and burnt ash

Nothing left to deliver the Word, we’re here all alone and there is no creator of heaven’s Earth

A massive empty Void surrounds every hair on everything’s head, got my Pacific Stoned hash

Where it is, here & now, how it got here by spontaneous combustion, a Big Bang’s afterbirth.

Gravitational collapse into the Singularity is all you don’t know that will hurt you, illusory ego

Imagined and instilled by those who didn’t know any better, programmers without back blow

Computer program from 1’s & 0’s and a digital repetition of an eyes closed series, It’s all I am

Beggars and a devil’s defense of silver & gold, Truth is all of it, for Earth below, hell, Go-dam!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, September 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Listenin’ to Robin Trower #ComingCloserToTheDay link @ https://youtu.be/dftl_4eCs5s & #VictimsOfTheFury link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Zcxj_UGXw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?