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CLEARLY A SISTER’S BLACK HABIT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 16, 2020

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Nuns got it all out of the way, hot, black habit in front of my eyes, September to May or June

Taught me ABC’s & Spelling & Science & Mathematics so I could study Philosophy, the rune

A rock, a stone, a pebble or a boulder will all crush the tiny, microscopic piece of a hired gun

If and only if there is a God, One creator of this entire world’s shenanigans then I’m The One.

A bum trip into the past from the first trip to the final single file to do this and that, My Way

For One thing, nobody gets out of here alive, nobody, either you're buried, rendered or burned

Bottom line is below my pay grade to comment and above the line is the same, I’m befuddled

I don’t mind, it’s the Way down the middle of the path but nobody told me where it’s going.

Therefore, I trudge ahead blindly without an inkling of the thing itself, singing and playing

Games of order and logic to mend the natural chaos of the dream within My dream, I’m king

Of nobody and nothing other than the 208 bones I control when I ain’t locked up in Sing Sing

In jail cells of the men and women who want to capture my soul’s spirit in a metal trapping.

Fake news and the reports of the past times of history, recorded by imperfect sailors at sea

So, now it’s you get what you got and that’s all, evolution of the consciousness to gain light

Wisdom and knowledge of the Middle Way of ingesting all of the Good, The Bad and Ugly

Running in and out of Time, Past to Future because the Present is a flash in the black night.

So much has been recalled and forgotten in the middle of chaos, young get old and we all die

Crying and fretting really have no effect on the genome’s health, DNA’s set in a Rosetta stone

Red or blue is cool voodoo, mixing them gives you the purple haze, a sweet taste of cherry pie

Boston crème or Lemon méringue on One plate’s dish, smokin’ hot, I am the wall of the fly.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, ROCKTOBER 16TH, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan Tokyo, Japan Jan 24, 1985 link @ https://youtu.be/i3wgzIphPJQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotTheFeverAndTheCure #AllINeedIsLove #WorldOfBeautyEcstasy #GroovinOnAThursdayAfternoon #SomeoneOpenedUpADoorForMe

RASCAL MIDGETS’ WORDS OF ID

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 15, 2020

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Realization heartache and heartthrob are not important, yields mating for survival of forms

In any lingo, sounds out of hot women and cool men blowin’ smoke from deep black holes

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, acting in roles

Ignorance is the feeling of bliss about nothing, no worries at all, survival’s fittest is worms.

In or out of the atmosphere, the dream remains the same, “X’s” First Cause of special effects

World, the Earth, this planet rocks and rolls in the sanguine remnants of the remission to be

From this tiny speck of dust we shall rule the solar system and galaxy, it’s ll up to you and me

Queens and kings put out the lost stories to eek out their eternal Time, teaspoon swingin’ sex.

Put it all away deep n storage ready for retrieval at any given time, any moment now, let’s go

Around the world in circles just because there’s nothing else to do, you gotta be kiddin’ mojo

Brought y’all through the muck and mire because somebody had to do it, pray your karmas

Sensation of the thing itself’s Form occupies, that’s Life, what all the people say, pas & mas!

I found what I lost and then I gave it to a stranger who needed a buck, crumbled into a line

Slung the blade and fired the 9 over and over again for the master’s of the universe, it’s fine

Long time in Space wasting for nothing anyone can put their fingers upon, just fine like it is

I dreamt about the boogie woogie and me, rhythm and blues and the rocks fell up to ol’ Mars.

Death comes callin’ any time, comes and goes, sometimes takes a soul to it’s everlasting Ends

Rent to pay, food to eat, sleep to feel rested and forbidden from touching the skin and bones

Of other women and men who’re alive and blow gas/air in and out of the world’s lame brains

Sooner than letter, she will swallow the lines, the tripe and insignificant will triumph over It.

Certainty is a broken heart in the middle of Babylon, purple and gold destroying living dead

Forgetting about indiscretions and the guilt of acting selfishly, so you don’t forget about me

Sweet thing save my soul, take me home and tuck me into the arms of heaven, my 4 post bed

Forget about it all, clear of the metadata, nothing to recollect, nothing’s all about a holy Void.

To and from the sun’s atoms, we come and go like it or not, it’s what we are, shallow and deep

Nucleus to the Void of the Universe where I can’t go because I’m already there, as are sheep

Fame and fortune will delay the final moment of the fight for the good, bad and really ugly

On it, like I use to say when I knew the action to take and was ready to execute, Rascals see!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 15TH, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted jam’ to Stapless #LetsDoItAgain @ https://youtu.be/OOHTaknPTek & #IllTakeYouThere @ https://youtu.be/6gpzVCFrKWk ...I will always get the good lovin’... }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GodsCareLess #AllTooDivine #HumanityRULES #NoExtinctionOfSpecies

BLACK MAGIC, UFO FUNKED IT UP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 14, 2020

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Time and Space happened to me the day my mother and father conceived this body I got here

208 bones kept upright by an effulgence of indulgence in the out-takes of the drive-in movie

Opened the windows to keep the steam down and to keep her perfume from seeping into me

I have no idea why the aroma was such a good and pleasurable sniff but there it was, musky.

Not like a skunk musk or the skunk pungency of any other burning plants’ or animals’ pyres

In flames and smoking hot for a moment in time, Nothing stops whether good, evil or so ugly

This is all there is if you subscribe to the interplanetary solar system theory of existence scree

Unlike the babies under ten years old, the maturing of reproductive organs causes love’s fires.

Let me just say this about that bitter taste in your mouth, lucky that’s the only place you taste

In the case of having the competent ability to choose your associates based on intrinsic values

In a gang or a group of like minded individuals who collect themselves into a sort of bee hive

Where the buzz is to keep killer bees outside the bee group to protect the one queen’s honey.

Senior junior, sophomore or freshman makes little or no difference, ignorance is indeed, bliss

For you and for me and everyone else, the dead know now what we’ll know in due Time, Dick

Taking any day or night full of unconscious system shutdown away from us would spell tragic

Nothing itself should be taken for granted, that’s all there is after this dream of life, All It Is.

What is not fair in love and war? Nothing. Everything is fair in love an war, learn that soon

Become the One aware in your amorphousness family, in or out of your four cornered room

You can see that it’s all a matter of interpretation of the data, you may be right & I am crazy

I think I am thinking therefore, I think I am living a mortal awareness of beings, gods I see.

Inner knowledge and wisdom from the monks, the brothers, the sisters and high priests of Ra

On down through thousands of years into this here four cornered room, down with ma & pa

On stage for the finale, iron curtain drops and never comes back up, there’s no other chance

Search must be in the moments that dissipate into the matrix, a Twilight Zone’s happy dance.

Give it up now, right now or never and have no regrets, the world’s a ghetto and it’s all true

You and I NEVER had a chance to change the thing, it was it’s own thing, it did what it did

We were just passengers on the cruise-line watching rainwater of the ocean, a non-sequitur

Sky and water and this ship in the night, middle of nowhere with the moonshine and beer.

Serving men or mice you must mix in happiness because the atmosphere is insecure, volatile

Ready to blow at any moment, red giants need their momentary super nova debris micro tile

Pieces of a puzzle to be reoriented & spliced together in a vacuum of One’s selfless awareness

You there with me now? Through no fault of infancy, we’re in a muddy ghetto or a UFO fizz.

You’re a punk, I know ‘cause I’m One too, it’s an inheritance spell of DNA’s coded angel-devil

Smooth as ice or silk and as invisible as helium or hydrogen, drop my ego into this Vegas slot

It was in every breath and every word coming out of your lips and mouth, I cursed a whole lot

I have no idea why the Musk was such a good and pleasurable sniff but there it was, I am evil.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AMPST

{ Drafted in a micro-daze while listenin’ to Carlos Santana with 6 & 1/2 million others on youTube FESTIVALDEVINACHILE link @ https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA }

FINIS  

W.W.A.R.D.?