P H I L O S O P H I A

Sunday, September 20, 2020

#DriftOnCosmicDebris #UranusSucksWind #ItMeantToBeMe

WHY IS URANUS BLUE?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, September 20, 2020

------ #ItIsComplicatedIsntIt ------

It’s only blue in a denying mind, the image itself is not blue, you must analyze within this ‘It’

Crimes committed, perpetrators are imprisoned for a time of their life or maybe the shebang

Bottom line above the places that fall below my pay grade, I am just a messenger, do not fret

What will be will be, que sera and there’s nothing that I can say that’ll change the owed debt.

Skin in the game and the bones of the crushed forms of things that came out of Betty’s Bopp

Fried, smoked, liquidated from blue to black and recycled into the dough of amorphous soup

Cosmic debris to say the least, the ends of me and you are not acceptable but inevitable love

Slippin’ out of inner darkness to see this light is about all you can do, just it push and shove.

Comedy is comical and the tragedy is that the joke is always on you and me, we eat the bytes

If it wasn’t for the Words made Flesh, this star wouldn’t be wondering why it’s blown to bits

Above and below the atmosphere’s empty nature, we filled in the blanks with multiple choice

Free to be nobody special or the envy of the masses who want to get next to fame’s glory ice.

So, apple pie fallen from the sky just like that apple from the tree of knowledge in the garden

Stranglehold still after all of these years, needing to be forgiven for trespassin’ against my kin

Moved on the mothers and fathers of my girlfriends, screwed or terminated the dream’s king

I got closer than I thought I would, Uranus’ blue after all was said and done, Last Call! I sing.

I’ll send you the bill but I don’t accept check, cash or credit so the invoice is just FYI only, eh?

Means of my product have nothing to do with repayment for my time and labor on your day

Feel better like I do and that’s all it takes to make the world a better place, never be the angry

Like your madre and padre never taught you, do unto the others as if you ARE the others, G!

Ate breakfast, lunch and dinner just because that’s what everybody was doin’ again and again

Once the hunting is over and the game is less plentiful, then the fitness for survival begins Sin

Killing to eat, stealing to get what you don’t work or hunt for, you shat where you had a doubt

That Words are up or down the old pipe, sooner or later you’re out, #Eminem, we be all out!

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, September XX, MMXX @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted in a loop with jammin’ Eminem - The Real SlimShady #PleaseStandUp #WeGonnaHaveAProblemHereYall link @ https://youtu.be/eJO5HU_7_1w }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, September 19, 2020

#FinalsGraduation #ComeGetYourLove #OneMoreTime #SpillTheWine @WARTheBand @Santana @Redbone @DrudgeReport

TOO STONED, ROLLIN’ OFF ROCKS
by
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!

by
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

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’.

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 }