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CHASM IN ONE’S SCHIZOID MINDS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 5, 2019

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Enough is enough and too much is too much, not enough and who gives a flyin’ hoot, man

Who is obtuse other than all of the others, the ones who you are not and never will be, One

Not because it is their personal desire or will to be the way they are, the human being fun

Just because you think you’re so pretty with that empty drink, blockin’ the #FakeNews, son.

Dreaming when you’re in a deep sleep, about how it’s going to be, in a long or a little while

You never know what tonight or tomorrow might bring in front of your consciousness’ pile

Baggage carried whether you like it or not, it’s a robotic program from childhood, orphaned

Mothers and fathers of us all die and get burned or buried, some sink to a bottomless Mind.

Hay is for horses, my mama used to say when I’d yell, “Hey, mom!” Flashback a baseball hit

I needed my uniform but I forgot to put it in the hamper, so it was green grass, stained sweat

Became The Way to practice, pedalin’ rubber side down on a two-wheeled, red Schwinn bike

Streamers streamin’ the flow of sense and nonsense to conflagrate the the rockin’ roll psyche.

Perfectly in tune with the notion of motion in the ocean, first moving H2O and C6H12O2 #Ra

Into a hodge podge of menu-do from cal-zone and minestrone leftovers, oh #PeggySue DA

Sung loud and clear from the Halls of Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli, evil Adam’s spin

Wars historical, battles on rock gardens of queens and kings, the rapin’ rascals’ of Eve’s skin.

Your soul and my heart misbehaving into the emptiness of sweet, golden bee’s honey of love

Beatin’ knees and wings from dusk until dawn, comin’ into the sweetness as above, so below

She may be happy or she may be hungry but when she’s ready for the battle of chess to win

Fun and game no more, time and space are to use or lose, punks heads-up, get into the flow.

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r j j stephan, i { “[T]he only way to find peace and contentment is to stop thinking about yourself.” - #MichaelASinger }

c. Saturday, January 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Dr.hook Doctorhookah #WhenYoureInLoveWithABeautifulWoman & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bD0CSd6BM6w & #FooledAroundAndFellInLove by Elvin Bishop link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvglqc3QYq8 }

 

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#Trippin @Trippin & just trippin'...

BLACK PEARLS IN WHITE TRASH

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 4, 2019

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Come back to the beginning where you always intended to be, here and there, now then

Inferior or superior all mixed up either way, not the whole thing, just a piece of the skin

Points in the argument or on top of the head, you are a moron, you are an idiot, we are one

It is done, everything will all become the same as it was before the beginning, Divine fun.

But if and only if you can see in the darkness where nothing but you resides, holy soul dead

Peeking in holes to see the real things, as they are, coming to the end of the goddess’ dread

Flight of the birds whose wings are clipped by their karma, what they did before this dream

It must be paid, the debt I mean, either yours, mine or both, maybe all of ours, it’s an A-team.

Punks of spunk young men left abandoned on the bathroom shower stalls’ floors, wet dreams

Uncomfortable and annoying from the first to the last day of the cough, the sneeze, the gags

Sudden impact with a miracle and an accident, collision keeps you in tune, dead, heavy metal

Soft head on soft rock and roll dreams, #FakeNews, #Tragedy, all on a roll, amen, skedaddle.

Punks before and after grade-school training for a high school or university diploma/degree

Wisdom will not sink into the genome and will be forgotten under the dirt, burned by starfire

One day before the Earth caught it’s orbit to wobble to, I was there and I’m still here now, see

Those black pearls rolled and the white trash rocked the iron horse I rode in on, I am for hire!

Infants grown into children and on to adulthood, where each man is responsible for all of it

We all come from Original genome DNA and we’re the ones who live and die on an axis’ chit

Responsible and obligated to the #FactsOfLife as they’ve been handed down from emptiness

Factoids noted, lickety splitly I move in tandem with my spirit, on the freeway with The One.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday January 4th, 2019 AD

{ drafted & crafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }

 

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GIVE A RAT’S BEHIND, STICK IT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, January 3, 2019

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Livin’ in a van down by the river on a Thursday at 7:11 AM, fully armed before the cock crows

Motivation to be satisfied with the fact that you pay for the things you consume, by working

Labor of blood, sweat and tears of your forefathers, absentee fathers and mothers of mating

Deep thought is not required in your repertoire, wear your baseball hat backwards, albinos!

Now, get past the hot tip above and you’ve still got holes in your Dumbo ear lobes’ holy skin

Cauterize the wounds of the saviors who rise above the loudest mouths, stars, stripes, gunnin’

The most toys in possession of the degenerate genome which is the fission and fusion of Mum

You know the girls that raised us become what we are, holy garbage in garbage out, ho hum!

Now then, all educated with the logic and reason, the high metaphysics of wisdom, hear that?

Keepin’ whose hands off of my property, my right to possess and bear, a revolution to begin

Shell shock and battle fatigue come in handy when you’re at war, operational exhaustion sin

A little thing called #PTSD ,a post traumatic stress disorder, a Vietnam GI love of country scat.

Landfill of the garbage inside and outside of your heart and soul, become your preconception

Prior to mothers’ pregnancies, religion from East to the West, concealed divinity in clear skin

Soul and mind, spirit of the condition of being, moving, animated DNA out of nowhere above

As below, maybe an illusion or dream within a Poe dream, guest appearance, die white dove!

Pass away from death do I part, I shall expire, life throttled me by the throat, I choked a byte

I swear I shall overcome the impossibly illogical tendency to survive when death is inevitable

Narcistically speaking, without me here and now, I don’t care what happens to a world’s balls

Start at origins of ignorance, collect a compendium of fear’s mythology, now you know It all.

Revolution against the Big Brother that nobody knows even exists at all, that is God’s Truth

Ten or seventeen Rights on the written word of humanity, the pretenders awake, we all alone

Inside or outside of seven continents above the saltwater of the fish in the sea, I am uncouth

Uncivilized and enculturated with being a skeptic of the patronized eyes of rods and cones.

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r j j stephan, i #MolonLabe Moxy Molonlabe

c. Thursday January 3, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while improving my self-esteem in tune to the inspirational #GeorgeCarlin standup on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h6wOt2iXdc4 }

 

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