#TakeItDownANotch & #SlowYourPhqnRoll

TOP OF THE WORLD TO HANG10

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Lundi BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 @ 3:33 PM 

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An accidental collision of GAS burst you into existence for momentary lapses of rational days

What it is and it’s reason for being alive are so occult that even magicians have a dead word

Spells from bygone witches and warlocks aren’t workin’ any more, no end to souls in a daze

Commitment and a sacrosanct obligation to the Species Genome, one for all, all for one bird.

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It’s all in the gumbo my friend, what swam in the ocean and succumbed to the dead & gone

Through our gullets, all of them, pets and friends are not safe in the end, eating is everything

Munching the grain and devouring the dead and gone, sipping the fruit of a sweet, wine vine

From Tuscon to Tipperary & everywhere in between you move step by step to the box pine.

*

One to a hundred years, here & gone in a NY minute, for the physicians and PhD’s to hobos

Nobody knows, you don’t know but you take a leap of blind faith as your guide to a red rose

Which is right? Who knows Truth besides the Pope and the President? It’s DNA, acid man!

It’s a mystery for a reason, you don’t want to awaken in the middle of the dream to scream.

*

Monkeys, we categorized our form, not as innocent or bright but we appear related to One

God or gods of the pantheon of pathos and plays of days and nights, rotating roulette gun

Six chambers of your mental pictures to go through, frame by frame from start to finish

Amazed and quantified the qualities within, an outburst of Heat and the Burn of the Fish!

*

With or without you and me, this apparently remains solvent and free, life goes on to be lie

Just skip the ‘F’ and you got the message, feel like we see and feel here, on a grounded high

Life and it’s proximity to the sound of Lie is no coincidence, the sacred hearts beat as a One

Seventh son, I am One and you are as well, it’s not your choice, it is what it is and that is All.

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. MONDAY, BLOWVEMBER 2nd, 2020 A.D. @ 0711 hours

{ Jammed in stoned, cold silence yet hummin’ this song in my head to the beat of the mind I call God’s #Beachboys link @ https://youtu.be/af2rY1bmfZM }

https://www.youtube.com/embed/32ZMEQLaf1k

I don't wanna die but you know, WTF #StreetsOfFireRule

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MotherGoosedMe & #DaddyDidntRockMe #SignificanceOfSignification

SIGNIFY SPACE = TIMING IT ALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 A.D. at 1:53 AM

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Mother ocean called me in, above the world crying out, “I don’t wanna die! Ad infinitum

Yet nobody’s listenin’ except me, I hear voice when I’m wide awake and when I’m asleep

I walk around in circles surrounding the buildings I drove to you early in the black AM

Lighted my ways and means until I got to the final resting place of me and my own scam.

*

There’s a rally and a concert tonight but I’m out in Wisconsin fishin’ random bass & blue gill

Before I knew it, the limit was in and the stringer was full, so I rowed it on in without a skill

None of the dead fish I brought in were wasted, they were cooked, fried and fell in my clicks

A herd and a school to the cemetery full of rock stones, above and a little below fort’s dicks.

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New tattoos for you & the babies who grow up on horrid orphanages full of a genetic factor

Women and men grown in the home of the Homers and little dirges, who rule Mama’s roosts

Flip flops broken in two places so I had to stay home from the beach’s white sand hot boosts

I came to feel the warmth of inner space in a room of cold and wet dryness, need a Kracker.

*

Found the chords to play in the doubt of schemes and dreams the grandmothers left undone

Wanting the dream to come to true isn’t enough so the desire wanes without that thing itself

Out of the blackness come the blues only so you can get red hot, white hot to burn a GD elf

In the star called the Sun, I am the One, You are the One and we both equal the specs of One.

*

Use all of the ‘zenes’ topical and ‘zones’ tropical can put highlights down in all twilight zones

Chords of treble & bass, arpeggios coming outta nowhere in skulls’ cool, grotesque minions

Who work at jobs to pay for others to blow wind in their hair with others who share The Man

Punks and genii to consume the unconscious’ content and it’s living contraption, too human.

*

Don’t blame me for what you’re responsible for, beating you up is not the point, it’s a sword

The tip is this memory to guide you on the Way that goes right up the middle of a red horde

Out of Natives’ tongues, all the way to Georgia and up to Washington state, Tacoma bound

Hit a bus depot with an ounce of herb & fifteen bucks, hit the road hitched to higher Seattle.

*

Fought and beat the hell out of the formidable foes who arose out of nowhere, solitary souls

Came from far and near, under and over the things you perceive, words in and out the goals

For the sake & purpose of the complete Oneness the sages reminded us of, just the essence

All things you grew out of from zygote to the present uniform come from an omnipresence.

*

Beat the drums, strum the strings, hit the chords and produce memes, songs to old Sing Sing

Invisible does you good if you can buy some time, they all want to eat or to just kill fake Sins

Nobody likes the happiness that is not their own, jealous and in such a state of full doubting

You got it, skins & brass but need percussion and beating wood sticks into oceanic shark fins.

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOWVEMBER the 2, 2020 @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Here’s a miracle for you, Oneness when there’s chaos in the middle of the head, down the

back of your neck to your soul’s emptiness you came to Earth with, your mama ain’t here and

your daddy don’t rock & roll yet, #Santana @https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA #OyeComoVa ! }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

*

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.?