ON FIRE!!~Joe Bonamassa at the Greek 2018~Full Set

 

A GIG THESE EYES NEVER SEEN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 24, 2018

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You and I remain silent and listen to the crickets rubbin’ wings and legs, heads-up my bros

In a concert of imaginary divinity’s whims, above and below, of OMG sisters, and so it goes

Out of left field in Deep Spaces out of black gold, Dead & Company, Golden State Warriors

Forsaken by Divinity’s conscious skies, damned Eskimos smilin’ at a T-boned igloo affair.

Pickin’ the melody and succumbing to the rhythm of the beat is All of It, all the red meat

On the baronesses of the trebles and clefs, inside and outside of the steady, staccato beat

Makin’ the males and females trip with the music of the band playin’ ‘til we all up and die

If you think that this isn’t a dream then what is It then, It ain’t my fault, divine, Great Lie!

Alive in HOT HEAT, everything in ashes from a world afire, son of a holy man’s faux #SPARK

Everything alive flash-died in a New York, Neva-Cal minute and there’s no bones’ DNA mark

Imagine lying down grounded, damn World around you aflame, became a burnin’ Fire’s reign

Hiding deep in the unconscious mind, screaming until infinite trauma shuts down brain.

A month ago, many people were alive and now they’re all dead in Hell fire of the Sun’s mind

It is a tragedy and a message for the living who survive the pain and suffering of man’s kind

If you think that this isn’t a dream then get a GD handle on what it Is, ain’t #FakeNews opine

Feel me now? Closed, shut down, a step from bein’ stuck in a nugatory Void, eyes wide open.

It is as complicated as an equation can become when you begin at zero and move left or right

On a line from point to point, random-turn caused this angle, beginning another line’s point

At my mother and father under the velvet covers of warmth and conception, a joke in a yoke

Evolution of a group of microscopic yinyang-isms simulated, this imaginary piggy in a poke.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 24, 2018 A.D., Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @JoeBonnamassa  https://youtu.be/FDjVep9eNB8E }

 W.W.A.R.D.

#LOGICAL #DreamingWhileAwake #AdInfinitum #ForYourMindOnly #BlastOffLaunch #NotLicensedForFlight #ConsumerAffairsGold #HashtagGold @DCA

FANTASTIC MATTER, SMILE GOD! *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 23, 2018

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Energy spouts Matter, the two forms of things in this world’s things themselves, perfect gas

Subjects of the action and reaction of atoms to One another, charged power, supernova blast

Movement, animation, friction to start the fire and the initial alpha explosion of the ZaZen

Completely out of intent and control of a Will to Power, no almighty in charge of Zeus’ kin.

Deceived no longer in Space of this present, open book investment futures are #undercover

Never completely destroyed in this universal custom of life and death, stars, point to human

Microscopic and macroscopic philosophy of Nature and Being, #SmilingEskimo, like a lover

Mating blindly to the #LastWord’s evolution, #StarStuff all divine DNAcid, god-reigned Man.

Free “Holiday Movies” for the #InfiniteGod we have anointed as the #Christos’ shack daddy

It is OK that I refer to the Origin any way I please, since in fact, #TheWord needs a caddie

This flesh and all flesh meaning our skin, our bones, our minds, spirits and our #HolyCow

Stop wasting the Time you’ve stolen from the safe place of heaven, Do What You Will, now.

I mosey along from pointless intent’s jagged line around the block, poor doves in a #robomall

But I don’t mind wastin’ my time walkin’ and lookin’ in windows, at somethings I want/need

Just what I needed in front of my eyes, unexpected momentary lapse of time starts to bleed

God’s gonna turn black without you, a plethora of friends fade, Hollywood’s meteor downfall.

Before long from the dawn of civilization and DNA cells of Matter, clones of Hydrogen, a ruse

Plastic and cement, oiled concrete in a salt water porridge of scalding, hot rhythm and blues

Danger zone’s both at the origin and the destination, Nobody gets out alive, death’s shambala

Carcasses’ bones, iced into hot days and nights, power of love insane, enjoy the cream in Ala!

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r j j stephan, i *{ Nothing Burns Like A Star #California! Eagles flyin’ #Sonny n’ #Tree }

c. BLOVEMBER 23, 2018 * a wonderful #BlackFriday anomaly from the #Muse who dreamt well & is still once again, full of Carolita’s Lasagna! #LetUsMakeSomeNoise #ItsFriday

{ drafted listenin’ to Foreigner #DoubleVision link @https://youtu.be/KDP1JCV7jDo & #POWERofLove #HueyLewis link @https://youtu.be/KCkgYhtz64U & #BOSTON #MoreThanAFeeling link @https://youtu.be/SSR6ZzjDZ94 & #947WLSFM on #iHeartRadio link @https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#THANKSGIVING #PILGRIMS & #HILLBILLIES

 YOU KNOW, THING IS, LIFE KILLS!

#ByeBye

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 22, 2018

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No seat belt on, that saved my life, the truck was cut in two, the jaws of life had set me free

Stuck in a hospital in traction, getting sick with the viral/bacterial cells of hospitality MD’s

Sick and on meds, meds and getting sicker and more sick of being sick than an actual sneeze

Complicated in the ignorance of the living cells around you and I, #ChiTown freedom, please?

It’s a city of bad smells for a reason, the lake’s fish and recycled edibles overwhelm schnozes

Put your nose deep into the business that is none of yours but is everybody else's, ma’s & pa’s

An aroma of blood spilled on the hot asphalt and concrete of the bad smell city, road boozes

To the skin and bones, the head and face of the beautiful and the ugly, #mooshed into a pizza.

It may be a form of life you’ve never seen or heard of before, a mighty virus or bacteria cell

Macrophages carrying a load of survival and extinction all in one bag, awaiting variation hell

Where the things that look similarly familiar to the family are nothing but the enemy’s kin

They want to be your friend, your mate and then run out of your pleasure and move, again!

On and on until the lights go out, you and I have no choice except to be and avoid a matricide

No killing mother Earth or Father sun with an atomic implosion/explosion, #BigBang patricide

Nothing left to imagine in the Void where you and I hope never to be, never will to be or Not

It cannot be done, to be in a Void, a contradiction in terminology, conflict of me eyes, I-robot.

Complete, utter sensationalism down there below the ground locked in a coffin, soft n’ warm

Denial and avoidance of the facts of life is a survival mechanism, avoid hopeless depressions

Stay out of the troughs where your body disappears with your conscious awareness’ silkworm

Daughters and others than me conceived, #FakeNews guilty by nature, god‘s adam sins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 22, 2018 AD { Pilgrims Creek, Roseville, California, thank you my friends! }

{ drafted while thinkin’ about the cheaters who blow in and out of our lives thinkin’ that: @AlrightAlrightAlright is the thing, nobody is gittin’ out alive baby! &...of course, not in a vacuum and listenin’ to the Tesla the Band HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9vwHuCC6nP8?list=PLS5X54f9JXXZ4CsA8IJOFhnKTpZg6QOmK }

 W.W.A.R.D.?