#StarWarsJediFallenOrder #VaultOfSacredNonsenseAndDoomInTheTomb #MayTheForceBeWithYall

 

CHICKENS & WHISKEYTOWN HIGH  

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

11-1-2020 A.D. #AllSaintsDay @10:47 AM

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Blackjacks are as fine as can be with or without me, dancin’ in the dark in and in a sin’s P!nk

When men and women find their hands holding and getting hotter than a S&W pistol so fine

All of the women and men fillin’ up their tanks of f their dinosaurs that move on in full synch

Just ‘cause they’ve got nothing else to do other than die at a concert of hippies smokin’ dank.

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Mama’s movin’ in and out of Time lookin’ for the Space to be and to let be, a life of Oneness

Like a god in a black hole I found the bottom of the core of the Earth in my own soul’s kiss

Comin’ in and out of consciousness ready for the gurney to go to and fro, in and out you fool

We think you need a doctor and a nurse to tell you when you can live and die, it ain’t cool.

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Say goodbye to the highlights of the lowlifes you saw in front of your eyes, comin’ from Ma

The Earth all above and below, you sit on top of it when you surf the waves, pony tails on Pa

Girls you think love you because they wanna be cool, checkin’ yes or no, don’t you answer!

Stars above and below the fences that corral the thousand horse power machine, you deader.

*

Be happier than you wanna be, when it’s all over, you’ll hear it inside you, I don’t wanna die

Over & over again like a broken record, I don’t wanna die, said a hundred times every hour

All we really have is nothing in particular to do with this, do not respond to screams of grief

Through the grade and high schools of the middle of American dreams, rockin’ like a thief.

*

I understand the meaning of the Unknown, what you don’t even want to know if you ask me

Coast to coast & pole to pole, there nothing worse than the men telling you to leave it free

Let your ghost go on to the sun’s and blackness of Space, naked as a jaybird, spirit in a night

Of men, a mouse and a surfboard when I’m in a curl, top of the world chasin’ a buzz to fight.

*

Heads scratched until the funky finks moved on from the swamp, backwoods’ suburban fifes

Obedient & cheerful but none of them thrifty, in debt from adolescent to a CoVid rest home

Dead & gone as it always was & always will be, you get a moment & you roll with it to Rome

You got 10G iPhone access just because there’s plants’ seeds in the ground of being’s wives.

*

Made it burn the whole way down because it had to be that way every day, addicted to Life

Want to be alive no matter what, one more breath, one more trip on that gurney to go home

The Whole Way Down I say, mighty JD or Seagram to the top, surfin’ time is on the knife

Crumbs left, picked up, bought the content of the present, days and nights spun on a flame.

*

Kissin’ in the dark, your mama’s house or my basement, all across the world over the sea

Knockin’ boots of the girls from coast to that place underground, above the Yellow Seals

Shades need drawin’ because you need the darkness when it’s just me and you, you see

It’s not a matter of form or a matter of shape of a thing or it’s contents, how it all feels.

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Like you’re supposed to be here all grown up and raised by kind or a nasty old caretaker

On the inevitable way between here and there, straight to hell like my mama said boom

Finished before the ends amounted to the sum of the entire cosmos, infinite of a tomb

My body or my house, only for a few loved moments, enjoyed the trip & ride to Jupiter!

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 11-1-2020 #AllSoulsDay2020 #TheyAreAlive

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to #Starwars: Jedi Fallen Order with link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/E4iJOpla4AU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeyMan #ThisIsDOPE notThePope

WTFO, IT'S A MESS, CATHOLICS DON’T LOOK!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

11-1-20, Dimanche at 6:33 AM 

 

Pain and suffering when it’s burnin’ the whole shebang and there’s nothing to lose the cats

Alcohol and elevated senses from the MaryJanes and the scents of heaven and Earth, scats

Punks rulin’ the streets who don’t deserve the Time of Day, you share the venue what sucked

My ego rules my roost and if Time and Space are as they appear to the senses, we are fucked!

*

If words mean anything, they mean nothing if you know what I mean, you don’t? You got it!

Front men for the feelings of long hairs listenin’ to the tongues flappin’ in the four wind chit

Common and uncommon species from microscopic bacteria to the macroform dinosaur pus

Being a punk is not as easy as it looks to the adults in the room who get irritated with chaos.

*

The drag came to me screaming into microphones, moving stages on big bouncing monsters

The band played night and day for it seemed like a week from the 1st arrival to full dumpsters

Beating drums, strummin’ jams, Baton Rouge to Seattle, waitin’ at a Chicago bus stop tour

State and Whacker Drive is where the last place I remember in Space that I was the one cure.

*

Outerspace when you’re dead and gone is where your spirit flows all the way out to big Pluto

Last place our sun wants to shine for us to see the nature of fake reality, cosmonauts all know

There’s Nothing at all outside of the planet’s magnetic attraction to streamed Void of heaven

Here and now is where it’s at, always will be for you child, homo sapiens to twist & shout in.

*

Lucky to be here for 5 seconds and there is a million reasons why I shouldn’t have come in

To the bodies of water, the seven seas full of monkeys descendants and their pet dogs & cats

Compared to being old and in the way, watch the young smoking their dope for fifty brothers

Now there’s a corner store with your favorite Woodstock species of pocololo from mothers.

*

Picking you to be on my team of One isn’t the easiest thing to do, don’t cheat and look ahead

Fell to Earth from my mother’s womb, she screamed in pain to release my tiny body, I cried

I stopped cryin’ yesterday, last night were my final tears comin’ out my eyes for cash or bread

Watched the brothers and sisters dying one by one, years and years, hundreds of them dead.

*

I was dreaming a minute ago and now I’m wide awake in another dream for eternity? Come

In an ecstatic embrace that lasts for a second, a smooth wave comes over the water, 151 rum

Now then, it’s as smooth as it normally is, coming home from being out of this world, HOME

Treats came in, now it’s TIME for All of the Saints to PIERCE THE SACRED SPACE, ONE.

*

Is it fair to say that you have a growth on your brain-stem brainstorm and now you’re dead

You were dead before, at least as good as dead being the mortal that I am, we all are, in bread

To eat my body, eat the bread, to drink my blood, sip the wine from the gold and silver goblet

You can forget about it now and forever, last breath to gasp the gas, oxygen denied, that’s It.

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 11-1-2020, Sunday, All Saints Day, Black Magic Women coming to ears near you!

{ Generated out of Nothing this AM, swelling in magic spells while jammin’ to Carlos Santana @OyeComoVa, Festivalde Vina (2009) link @ https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA }

FINIS

WW.A.R.D.?

#CrimePaysDividends - #GreeksDontWantNoFreaks #LittleFeat #ZZTop #CLEAR

NOTED WELL & EXTINCT FORMS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Craft beer in here, you can drink that give me an Old Style or Schlitz please, nobody’s Bud

Coming from nowhere except everywhere you are NOT, I am not with you and I never was

Tippin’ back six packs on my Dodge Super Bee hood, hittin’ the bushes with the crickets too

All gone like it was never here at all, yesterdays are finished before they started, like a dud!

*

It doesn’t do it’s job if it doesn’t fall down like the ring around the roses, we all fallin’ down

Big fat clowns come and go, some funny, some sad and some mean, make ya wanna frown

Just because you thought everyone was so wonderful like you, it’s a shock to find deception

Things come and go with or without a reason, random intentions of the cosmic syncopation.

*

Crisp and sour to the ends of wasted sweetness in the sugar cane fields, wiser men than fools

The food of the chemists, C6H12O6, molecular Hexose of six carbon atoms from deep pools

Men dreaming, women scheming all the ones that make it out alive, mutate into an android

It’s not a thing in itself but the form of the thing I speak of, lovingly as if it’s alive in the Void.

*

Mink stoles just dead varmints of fur around the skinny white, black, brown ghosts of blue

Their garments of thread and animal skin keep their naked ape skin smooth and froze cold

To keep the blood flow in a constant state of animation from heart to the foot, it can’t fail me

Percussion and brass to make the guitars sound like they don’t need the drums, twang it too.

*

Miracle is a defiance of the regular cause and effect of the natural world of perception prints

To compare the past the present or the future is merely a fool’s errand for the minions’ skins

They don’t care that they’re gonna die until they get to the death knoll to go to the fringe out

Far away from an elliptical orbit of Earth around the star called Sun, Sonny’s constant shout.

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The extinct moan as if they never left, echoes of the wild-eyed & bushy-tailed, I don’t wanna

Be dead and buried or burned once my mouth plays the agape surprise on the jaw and lips

In or out, one way or another, you will get to the Free Way, it’s behind the Twilight Zone tip

Dimes loaned, pitched quarters on lines of the sidewalks, to win all the loose change manna.

*

If I go out on the limbs above, I will get higher than the ground of being, it’s all academics

From pre-school for little Jane and on to the PhD for big Dick, not that big on Dick’s kicks

A swamp marched me up the gallows because I smuggled the Mexican happy smoke for fun

WE made it really easy to travel on the backroads of my mothers’ and fathers’ gods, I’m One.

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Show your right and don’t be left behind up #ShitzCreek without a paddle, no way out of this

Stuck in the rabbit when it died, hormones of pregnancy do that to us all, pray because I love

You and the rest of the genome, whether good, bad or fugly, same piece of bliss on a baseball

Comes from inside and moves to the perimeter, all for one, all is one, rockin One’s for us all!

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. HALLOWEEN NIGHT, 10/31/2020 A.D. @ 23:59 hours (last day of FB NOTES!)

{ Jammed while present jammin’ to Little Feat #OldFolksBoogie #overTheHill link @ https://youtu.be/XmC_OhP7V2w }

 

 

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?