#HaveATalkWithGod #IfGodDoesNotExistYouAreOutOfLuck #TheyCalledMeJoeRich #AllHandsOnDeck #PRINCE1

GHOST-PRIED FRUIT IN THE LOOM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Today at 10:05 AM 

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In & out of the feelings you learned from crying in a hole-womb, a bad smell perturbation

Alive and well in the composted final ending of Time and Space, erasing all face to face

With the friends and foes of the Dream, the #Woke move first and last, start to no place

For the sake of rationality & special creation of Adam and Eve, God was always a concept.

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Entertaining the childhood reference from the Book or the Blind Faith of hooded priest foal

Priesthood from the pope to the father, a collar and a pledge to pretend to be a One & done

When they can be no more than you or I, no more than the hobo or the gadfly, rattle the roll

Perfection’s gross inequality of being & nothingness become the Ends, I am being alive, son!

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Puns and explicit predicates for the subjects and objects of the the propositional logic & Scat

Which begins and ends with the essence of the entire load of x’s & o’s, curiosity killed the cat

Yet, I stand here on two paws, called feet because I don’t have four, got two hands to cosign

Stoppin’ the go, full speed ahead, yielded to caution, right, wrong, a cell of DNA’s acid brine.

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Choice & Will to Power of creating something out of nothing, a given to me, hope’s all yours

Anger yields failure, pure expectation imagined as inevitable reality, yield a One’s happiness

Dead or alive, lived a past zygote to a century before & after the One, I thrive deep within

Heart flashin’ a sequence of days and nights before the presence, sacred to me, I am The Sin.

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I gave up the ghost when Time arose, no accidental random aberration, planetary trajectory

Alive as long as I could and maybe a moment later than I should have, somebody helped me

Stayed alive because I wasn’t goin’ anywhere, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I am One

NYC to LA, just one of the continents I animate, the other six have my six or they’re 1 & done.

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Singing in the rain or the blazing desert sun is one and the same thing, anything is All of You

Luck has nothing to do with the Time in this Space, it’s all intent, all and everything you want

Anything you need at all, you got it in spades, diamonds, clubs and hearts, It Is a royal flush

Cannot ever lose when everything in the complete cosmos is in my bones, Life is a cool Rush!

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by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER 8TH, 2020 A.D.

( Dredged out of the dregs of society early on the 8th without a 5th, Valerie Sabatini & listenin’ to Steve Winwood jammin’ #Valerie link @ https://youtu.be/cbKNICg-REA & Roy Orbison #PrettyWoman link @ https://youtu.be/_PLq0_7k1jk & Bruce Springsteen #WaitinOnASunnyDay link @ https://youtu.be/UfItWcGzdQA & Darius Rucker #RockMeMamaLikeAWagonWheel link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvKyBcCDOB4&list=RD7Xc_8AkmKfo&index=4 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrereJacques #SleepsWithHooks #Happy70JackieStopka

#WOKE GOLDEN DAWN, MY WAKE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

Today at 1:53 PM 

*orig drafted on Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM

There is no reason for the idiots on Earth other than the key to the breath in black holes

Compared to the end of days, the origin of days is not in the historical record, it’s sacred

Nobody other than the dead who are grateful for having been alive for a NY minute beat

Coming to the ends where you and I will someday be all alone, without our bodies’ souls.

*

You and I keep the secret of the final day we’ll be alive, deep in an invisible, holy ghost spirit

What runs into a revolution is a mass of idiots without reason or ability to rationalize it, bro

Moments in imaginary Time’s imaginary Space put us in synch with an empty conniption fit

Here’s what is difficult if not impossible to comprehend, you’re here now & gone tomorrow.

*

Six Corners of three streets that intersect the northside and make monkey dreams come true

Common ground of ways and means to synchronize the engine of creation, I’m hot & I spook

You know your mother & repugnant father were random collisions, lucky to be a royal blue

Hairless forms & shapes that burn random, caloric intake stink to high heaven’s Stonybrook.

*

Apes & snakes animate molecules from being inert atoms into to live, wide awake honeybees

Protein is the fuel, DNA flows in the evolved arteries and veins moving the Iron, heart & soul

Categorized as filthy, dirty, rotten, it is exactly what I am, like my mother, terra ferma Trees

On the peanut situation of growing nuts out the ground into bushes and growths in grease.

*

Red eyes staring at the doctor and the nurse as if they have anything to do with life and cysts

Doing what they can for society & culture to keep disease of the dying away from my kicks

Complete nourishment for thirst and hunger of flies lookin’ for the rotten who’re in on the fix

If existence is things that move by absorbing the matter around them then the Earth exists.

*

Nuclear and solar radiation supply the planet with it’s life and death pattern, yins and yang

Round sphere, cubed square and prismatic triad without ever getting the singular pointing

To the undeniable Truth, we’re all gonna die and nobody knows why but they take love a liar

Einstein to Chaplin and around the rest of the world to end in China, God’s original hellfire.

*

Come here and I’ll give you an undeserved boost from ignorance to wisdom, counts to 10

When you get to a number 5, stop and reverse the count back to the 1, an original unit Zen

Silence yet wide awake and conscious in a vacuum of microscopic dust, blowin’ smoke to fire

Until it’s a weightless chimera of itself, original matter & form, #FakeNews on a funeral pyre.

*

You came down, spinning light into an observatory of dreams my father gave me from Adam

Not only is the good, bad and the ugly all there is but also the beautiful is what’ll never be

Pretty in purple, yellow or pink is what you never see if you’re blind since you’re a flim-flam

I just intuited that the world had something to be seen, I never saw the light, it’s inside of me.

*

In the seven seas or on the seven continents, the Earth was here & now, tomorrow yesterday

Same movement of the concerto or the gadfly on the piano, flowing up, down, inner & outer

Monopoly of consciousness, dreaming within a dream, bestowed upon me without impunity

A Shakespearean plot to cause havoc, being jealous of siblings & a #woke, unmoved mover.

*

Freedom is the word we give to what you have when only you are the king of Rio Lower

It’s opposite Slavery is the the word we give to being chained by another Will to Power

Insanity is a step away from being vote harvested in elderly folks retirement home blow

Many people died and their profanity continues to their old address, how lucky for y’all yo!

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. SIXIÈME JOUR DE NOVEMBRE, VINGT-VINGT ANNO DOMINI

Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D.

 

{ Drafted in a crypt of headstones #LetYouDownEasy #WithoutASmile Brothers Osborne #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/Z5WGEMSdJ_s }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChicagoTheBand @CHICAGOtheBand #Trump2020 #Trump2024 @AynRand #ScatologicalFallacy

#WOKE UP DOWN AT MY WAKEbyRichard Joseph Stephan, i 

Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM

There is no reason for the idiots on Earth other than the key to the breath in black holes

Compared to the end of days, the origin of days is not in the historical record, it’s sacred

Nobody other than the dead who are grateful for having been alive for a NY minute beat

Coming to the ends where you and I will someday be all alone, without our bodies’ souls.

*

You and I keep the secret of the final day we’ll be alive, deep in an invisible, holy ghost spirit

What runs into a revolution is a mass of idiots without reason or ability to rationalize it, bro

Moments in imaginary Time’s imaginary Space put us in synch with an empty conniption fit

Here’s what is difficult if not impossible to comprehend, you’re here now & gone tomorrow.

*

Six Corners of three streets that intersect the northside and make monkey dreams come true

Common ground of ways and means to synchronize the engine of creation, I’m hot & I spook

You know your mother & repugnant father were random collisions, lucky to be a royal blue

Hairless forms & shapes that burn random, caloric intake stink to high heaven’s Stonybrook.

*

Apes & snakes animate molecules from being inert atoms into to live, wide awake honeybees

Protein is the fuel, DNA flows in the evolved arteries and veins moving the Iron, heart & soul

Categorized as filthy, dirty, rotten, it is exactly what I am, like my mother, terra ferma Trees

On the peanut situation of growing nuts out the ground into bushes and growths in grease.

*

Red eyes staring at the doctor and the nurse as if they have anything to do with life and cysts

Doing what they can for society & culture to keep disease of the dying away from my kicks

Complete nourishment for thirst and hunger of flies lookin’ for the rotten who’re in on the fix

If existence is things that move by absorbing the matter around them then the Earth exists.

*

Nuclear and solar radiation supply the planet with it’s life and death pattern, yins and yang

Round sphere, cubed square and prismatic triad without ever getting the singular pointing

To the undeniable Truth, we’re all gonna die and nobody knows why but they take love a liar

Einstein to Chaplin and around the rest of the world to end in China, God’s original hellfire.

*

Come here and I’ll give you an undeserved boost from ignorance to wisdom, counts to 10

When you get to a number 5, stop and reverse the count back to the 1, an original unit Zen

Silence yet wide awake and conscious in a vacuum of microscopic dust, blowin’ smoke to fire

Until it’s a weightless chimera of itself, original matter & form, #FakeNews on a funeral pyre.

*

You came down, spinning light into an observatory of dreams my father gave me from Adam

Not only is the good, bad and the ugly all there is but also the beautiful is what’ll never be

Pretty in purple, yellow or pink is what you never see if you’re blind since you’re a flim-flam

I just intuited that the world had something to be seen, I never saw the light, it’s inside of me.

*

In the seven seas or on the seven continents, the Earth was here & now, tomorrow yesterday

Same movement of the concerto or the gadfly on the piano, flowing up, down, inner & outer

Monopoly of consciousness, dreaming within a dream, bestowed upon me without impunity

A Shakespearean plot to cause havoc, being jealous of siblings & a #woke, unmoved mover.

*

Freedom is the word we give to what you have when only you are the king of Rio Lower

It’s opposite Slavery is the the word we give to being chained by another Will to Power

Insanity is a step away from being vote harvested in elderly folks retirement home blow

Many people died and their profanity continues to their old address, how lucky for y’all yo!

*

by

r j j stephan, i

c. SIXIÈME JOUR DE NOVEMBRE, VINGT-VINGT ANNO DOMINI

Friday, November 6th, 2020 A.D.

FINIS 

W.W.A.R.D.?