#ComparedToWhat? @BlakeShelton @DariusRucker

SHACK IN BACK & A PIG IN THE PIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Today at 6:52 AM PST

---- #YoMama ----

What the #CatCall do you think I’m here for? To be a pet is not my nature, I’m killer of mice

You can guess what I do with them, I play with them until they get away, killin’ ‘em all twice

It’s what you get when you domesticate the killers who hunted your ancestor kin, no offense

You gotta eat and when there’s nothin’ except what’s walkin’ around stinkin’ to high heaven.

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Got a scent of the man and women who follow him, a thing like The Sisters of charity for cats

Nobody has fun watchin’ their dream pass by without a flow and the burn, I am One on point

To be a character with 208 bones to boot should be all you need to survive on Earth not Hehl

You & I gotta eat and we don’t eat the living, we only eat the dead and burned, cooked well.

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Fortune has little to do with it, you either do or you don’t, First Cause of it all is moving, fixed

Unconscious as Freud or Jung yet still they are dead and I’m alive, it appears they’ve jinxed

The way down the middle road from the origin to the final destination of the cosmic slop Joe

Wanted by the law for millions of murders in the 1st degree, #Mankind, #Humanity A-bomb.

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It is the nature of the genome we are to originate the explosion that begins the Super Nova

Carolina to Timbuktu and 360 degrees in every N S E & W direction, it’s matter of the Ga

Forms and shapes only because they have mass and we have the rods and cones of eyesight

Begin in the middle and you’ll get to the end no matter what, it’s inevitable like day & night.

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I got a chemical for you to put into your eyes and ears, nose and mouth in the head of Man

Just a drop or two and rub on this salve to make the pain subside, painlessness, in sea-foam

Hating the pain and head stirring, mind bending feeling of torture without end, it’s all over

A second after you felt the last feeling, here and now, it’s same as before conception, Om.

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Rocked in the cradles and fetched the ball for the masters, they told me I was gonna die

I think it was about when I was four or maybe three, stuck needles through my skin fly

Man I thought that was normal life for humanity until I found nobody else would know

Father and mother of the roaring twenties brought me home to my sweet home Chicago.

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I visited my mother and father in their graves on my Milwaukee Avenue drag of the past

Trips inside & outside of my mind, doing what only the nature of things can do, blasted

Into Supernovas as always intended to be within impersonal chemicals of gaseous heat

Die free and young or in chains and elderly, matters as much as tomorrow, no solo mio!

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by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 0635 hours

{ Babies rockin’ in cradles like wagon wheels & HITS from Darius Rucker & Lionel Richie #OnMyWay & hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vaSuqw91tpY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TakeItDownANotch & #SlowYourPhqnRoll

TOP OF THE WORLD TO HANG10

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Lundi BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 @ 3:33 PM 

------------- #RatRaceBreakTime -------------

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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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

 

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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

  -------- COMMON GROUND -------

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 ! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?