#ForTheFirstTimeItsTheLastTime #SameOldBoys #SameOldGirls

FATE’S COMPLETE, ZEN INTENDED

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 22, 2020

------- #SucksToBeYou-------

What will work in the future is likely the same as what’s working right here in a cornucopia

Poor men and rich women make the world go ‘round until for some reason, we die in utopia

Place on a planet which is the residue of a Big Bang of gas, a form and shape of the Unknown

Dream within a dream or no dream at all makes little difference, happiness of my soul blown.

Alright to be alright, alright, nobody gets to be where I’m going alone but I’ll take you there

A short trip on an infinite line between something and nothing, someplace where I don’t care

Screaming in a silent void where the air waves are dead to the hearing of men who used to be

Serious about being born on Earth to a mother with a father, sister, brothers, one, two three.

Thought about this and came to a conclusion based on what appears to be the facts of real life

When you go to sleep at night and you become unconscious of your everyday world, it’s a wife

Always with and always without you at every single step of the Way, down the center’s groove

Wives, husbands, white & black lives matter as much as a Singularity with Nothing to prove.

Robots and the remnants of ancestors merged into this matrix to support love’s extinction

What is not needed or wanted while falling into a black hole of infinite time is a God’s son

Almighty, immortal, omniscient and in fundamental odds with the mortality of DNA Man

In the form and the shape of the 208 bones, they grow from a spark of fire, from My sun.

Hammer, screwdriver and saw give me tools to force it back together in a black walnut shell

Goddesses atrophy while the gods move into the limelight, fanning the fire on the way to hell

You and I know what it will take to be happy when your last breath chokes in your holy chest

Heart not pumping blood, lungs not animating the blood flow, corpus dilecti stiff and at rest.

Wings wouldn’t help since I can’t fly and I’m not a flying bat or dove but I’ve eaten all of ‘em

Just like the cows, the pigs, the sheep and other four legged creatures, just hooves not hands

Miraculous to comprehend the nature of One, conceptual analysis in tact, it in a mood’s Zen

Ace high, ten through the king, queen and jack, force ace high flushing of hearts & diamonds.

So, the rules always remain the same, breathe as long as you’re able, leave before the ending

A matter of form and the shape of the things made of chemicals, gas, solid and liquid filling

All animated in bundles of joy for the empty suits to play games with before their own demise

It’s all the same from day one until the last Earth tailspin we get to see, wide shut, open eyes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ Drafted while gettin’ mentally whacked by the rods and cones in my eyes, bombarded by the CBD’s of the flowers grown by the gods to be burned by the clods & listenin’ to #RhumbaGirl https://youtu.be/OFOHNWI8bvU by Commando Cody & Nicolette Larson @ https://youtu.be/nAd-U6CYjIw }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DriftOnCosmicDebris #UranusSucksWind #ItMeantToBeMe

WHY IS URANUS BLUE?

by

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!

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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 }

 

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

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.?