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BLAKE’S BOOK OF JOB

DEAR JOHN, JOHN DEERE 

Courage inherited from the ancestors who survived the predators & vice

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, hook, line & sinker dice

You are going to go above or beyond the presence you enjoy here, now

You’ll be all gone before you know it, unexpectedly expire in a NY blow.

DNA grandfathered in from RNA intercourse between genomes of a Void

You’re deep within a gravitational collapse of atomic matter, a hemorrhoid

No discrimination when getting divinity sucked into Nothingness’ Star jag

You know, I know, we all know what the unknown is, heavenly father rag.

Ragtime rock the high-hat to beating Tom-Toms, full-stop mothers’ snares

Say it loud, you’re a full-stop mother and you’re proud, extramarital affairs

Not your fault, the spouse is an alien of ecstasy & misplaced the XY thrust

In and out, friction moves the skin & blood in the bone, a holy nut to bust.

There’s history now where there was none before the Big Bang, get woke

One trick ponies all in the herd of followers without a stallion stud or bloke

Animated souls follow the tails, they need the One to lead the narrow way

Orphans, mothers & fathers hunted, gathered, ate the Earth dirt, look away.

Shifty 3rd eyes in your head show your mind’s will to power & activism flat

Red pills & water keep your blood flowing, nerves firing on high, holy scat

Mohair grown only to be split by the sheer force of growing out of a scalp

Hits on the bull’s eye, every time I shot, couldn’t miss, I’m the center, pal!

Pessimism and optimism merge, it’s the Singularity of the Black Hole still

Nothing changes at all, it’s forever the absence of things, no atoms to fill

Yet we choke a plethora of word salads down the hatch, it’s regurgitated

Day after day, night after night, from first & after the last, mortals be dead.

You’re not going to agree with the conclusion contradicting your narrative

Hit you in your face, break your jaw, your teeth, your nose, dot both eyes

Yet there’s a doctor who will treat your pain & suffering, not the bad guys

In your mirror, in the water, from the polished glass, deliver, take & give.

Kicked your asses into the rabbit-ho where Alice found the Truth, as such

Something you said, I repeat ad infinitum, until I run clean out of dead air

Screaming at you qualifies for the return screaming at me, but wait, Ma

I apologize for volume being louder than required by you, sensitive human.

Down south or upon the west side of the city, we all get used to the grinder

Apples were the fruit of the loom & now they’re a slayer of android minder

Hits & near misses from teens to the silver-backed apes, programmed fool

Extinction will appear with no warning, love me you do and know I love you.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out of my noggin while jammin’ to The Beach Boys #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TpIEXasSxg0?si=Tt3tJsY-viTrQA3N }

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#EvilWays #LifeSways #DeletedSeinfeldScenes #MA @RareEarth

RICHIE STEPHENS

@Carlos * Santana

Pain pill pacify

XGOLDX

It has been said that we’ve all been born to raise a little hell in brothels

On the nature of beasts, we’ve generated through random Bates motels

Ministers, pastors, preachers, priests, and bishoprics to holy ones dead

No evidence of anything other than that we’re all gonna die, principled.

High and mighty above the atmosphere, astronauts have eye-witnessed

Earth is nowhere near the moon, Venus nor Mars, planet Man’s alone

In a venue to discuss assumptions leading to conclusions, conundrums

Without the experience of barking up the wrong trees, I’ll chew a bone.

Follow my logic, presume nothing is necessary but sufficient to be flown

Rational use of words which reflect thought without any veracity known

With or without foot pain & headaches, all Life’s illusory dreamscapes

Proof in your pocket, a wealth of chump change & dollar bills y’all apes.

Yet the circus rolls on, ad infinitum, tickets stamped “paradox & wit”

Unfurling holy banners stitched with idle riddles, fortune’s counterfeit

We juggle our fables, break bread with myth, toast to insights unseen

As the iron curtain draws, one and all are actors in tomorrow’s dream.

Loose change coins clink, exchange prayers sink reason pirouette & spin

For the only proof is this spoof that lingers as a question tucked within

Why, who, where, when & how do you accept your mortality, get loose

If you don’t, oppressors will seize your circulatory system, sunken blues.

So hurt by the tornado, left with mortal wounds I’ll succumb to & die

No complaints, no blame for living on Earth when my Time came to fly

Everybody before & everybody who comes after me, pity holy passion

Unacceptable alternative to nihilism is the holy Truth, gold dusted sin.

Treasure in the mountain of rocks and dirt were leftover Big Bang bore

Archeological proof is the annihilation of all things buried under all dirt

Swoop in and out of your broom closets and check your six at the door

You have no partner covering you & your hooded noggin, mask & hair.

On a picnic when it began to storm, food’s dead-on-arrival down low

Sixty spokes in my bike’s 26” tires make certain my rims don’t blow slow

Happy ending upon your inquiry on a positive note, answered with ease

Stop. Silence. Wonder. Shock. Die or Fly away, you know we’ll freeze.

I can see clearly for miles the higher I get above the Earth, not too high

Just high enough for consciousness to touch the face of God and not die

I could but won’t tell you why this means nothing at all outside of Earth

There’s only one GD way to get out of this life alive and it ain’t a rebirth.

Consumed skin and bones in the burning man bonfire, ashes blow dust

Peering through the I ain’t looking glass, see nothing clearer than us

Where YOU were the day before you got conceived, nonplaced in Space

Egg, ovum, sudden impact with subatomic particulate leather and lace.

Justice back in 1978 was a ham sandwich around third period, last page

It may have been baloney or PB&J, olive loaf or too human liver sausage

Fronting on stage for a band that sucks & will dissolve before the fame

Being happy is what gods can control, health, rest, fearless, Man, I am.

Pleased to meet you here and now before it was too late, meant it bro

As it is above here and now, so it is below here and now, it’s no joke, so

To be or not to be, isn’t a flippant inquiry, so why stay alive for nothing?

No reason is likely, no-good reason other than continue diggin’ a thing.

Knowing that when you don’t awaken, sleeping or being knocked out

Then there will be no later, no tomorrow just like no yesterday is today

I’m numb, I’m dumb, it’s the shots of Jose Cuervo that turned the burn

I hope to be in flight at rigor mortis, below up above, flyin’ eagles learn.

Realize and promptly deduce a forgone conclusion, we’re all scorin’ chit

Any man or woman who left the Earth’s gravitational pull, seen no sin

No angels of matter appeared in spirit form, except hallucinations of Me

What I thought I was, who I was, mutated form of homo sapiens’ glee.

Schizophrenic from conception, I was a twin as such, Evil? It was Good

Hence, I survived but my twin sister didn’t get out of the neighborhood

She knew what I knew & our pact was to keep a third eye on each of us

Goddess reasons the wisdom out of the delight, heart throb ain’t a fuss.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TO BE ONE, ASK ONE.

OKLAHOMA

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DAUGHTERS, FATHERS

Deeply thrust, center prong of a middle fork, cast aspersions upstream cool

Porch in a twilight zone production to show a man burning in effigy of Adam

Praise of the original error perception, deception is it’s perfectly old school

As above, so it is below the canopy of a big sky illusion, Space ain’t so blue.

Licensing and permitting all consumer affairs is the civilized way of justice

If you make a demon deal, it’s true art and you agree to be obligated thrice

A maniac would be a fanatic if that was possible, it would have been done

It’s been done, in the past several centuries, there’ve been more than one.

Now is the right time for the things themselves to be exposed by the minions

Forever to be the harbinger of what’s to be, biblical bibliographies of humans

Disposed of the trash & retained an edited divine inspiration, words of mouths

If you become inspired by an unknown power, know that It precedes existence.

On being a blank canvas for the artist to throw strokes and color at the hot void

It’s what I’m cracked up to be, I signed up for this, it’s pretty boy for an android

Programmed from a little, bitty boy to young to old men, acting directionless too

Knowing nothing to begin with and then learning all men have scabs on booboos.

Beat the drums, snare, tom-toms, cymbals, bass for the backbeat, as in utero

Get into the rhythm and feeling of the vibration of vibrato, a good shot of Cicero

Coming from somewhere in the Past, where Earth’s land mass had a great flood

Explanation for random chaos’ First Cause, a Big Bang of ugly, evil bad & all good.

Change the subject since the unknown can neither be fathomed nor known to The Man

Utilize slick metaphors in and out of the syllogistic arguments, premises to conclusion

It ain’t my fault it’s this way & even if it was any other way, it ain’t my intent or karma lie

I’ll rock & roll the stone up and down the hill ad infinitum, it keeps fallin’ back to 2+2=5.

Proud of little girls & a bit less than proud of little boys, no surprise, double-cross toys

Played until out of power, brain & mind shutdown to recharge in stealth mode, asleep

To do what needs to be done, before or after the time in space when we can walk about

Causes special effects until the last one becomes 1 & only One, pure love’s prize bout.

Fortunate one cruises in and out of the traffic up to the final target’s blip, go uptown

Drinking into a stupor before I became cold enough to shiver away an illusory display

 Locked up combination lock, behind perception’s eyes, so much glee for you & me

Funk comes to mind when I recall the finks who gleaned my precious time for free.

It’s then now, Time Out for nobody else unless it’s my own spirit soul RIPin’ on out

Heyday malfunctioned & it was the scream in the void, nobody screamin’ to shout

It’s just that y’all can’t hear your voice in your own ears unless you are in the echo

But also what if this & that lose expression, extinction in, it’s my time to git up & go.

I’m sorry that I forgive all those who trespass against me, that’s honesty for you

Creature comforts and the buds of Mary become the daily dessert of what’s true

Nights slept through unless there were graveyard shifts to be filled, overtime X2

God took it all after Uncle Sam, I had a drink & a smoke, laid back with tuneage.

You got me Nickelback for the explanation, well they’ll have to do, let’s doubleback

ZZTop with a fine machine, tuned for a drag race, high & low, don’t know where to go

Here & now blind faith will get you through the Sitch since you trained kickin’ hippos

Protect and defend your heart & soul first, they need you full power, annihilate oppos.

Monger the fear and loathing as if it’s the fuel with high octane to animate your bones

Extra credit for the accumulation of the power & storage for retrieval ala the i-phones

Treaties and tariffs will give you a sense about the new world order, it smacks of Marx

Philosophy of ordering masses of humans from the tower of Babel to public RV parks.

A pain released the pleasure from the locked safe & you’ve gleaned the highlights’ #up

Kindred spirits share the middle road on the narrow path, it’s always something #down

Hip to the dream that is this thing called Life, yo, way back when sang “Cathy’s Clown”

Pretenders can’t find the actual things themselves anywhere at all, fill the empty cup.

Hazard everywhere you turn in the safe place, no warning signs or flashing stop lights

All there is cannot be put into any words, there’s no linguistic justice for petty fights

Hearings and judgements, guilty or innocent, pay the price or rot forever behind bars

Small room with bars, like the ones to keep the chimps and apes in the clown cars.

Just too busy being as fabulous as I used to be, it was all she wrote, now believe me?

All alone for the rest of the duration, no sense in runnin’ another game on a honeybee

Baby girl, no sense in putting us here in the middle of nowhere for nothing, let’s roll!

Do what’s been done, better than the others, Game is won, We Are One & It Is Done!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XVII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @111 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheEagles #WhatDoIDoWithMyHeart?  While you were #TooBusyBeingFabulous?  On youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-s_40r-xGf8?si=mx5jGsy1S6UcG30t }

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