P H I L O S O P H I A

Saturday, May 11, 2019

#IHaveAQuestion #YouHaveNoAnswer #None #Nugatory #VOID

AGITATED, A B-767 BLEW IT BLUE*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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Mama, oh mama, I remember cryin’ for the milk, the touch of your sweet olive skin’s bones

I know that the guy I grew up to be, whatever that description provided may give you solace

I welcome, as high as you flew, way up there where none of the living down here can go for it

But you know what, you didn’t want to go there and you had to anyways, did you meet God?

Of course you did, no pasta but at least the peace and release from the two-by-two expresso

On your wrists and ankles from the #Depression to the #Invasion and #SpaceAgitation flow

Completely under witch’s and warlock’s spells of the occult wisdom, pass the wizard of Ozing

My dear, stop, look, and listen for absolutely nothing, zero, an absolute soul survival thing.

Beautiful and handsome, abhorant and revolting, all of it is right here and now, mud of fear

What you’re afraid of is the lonlieness of being all alone in the middle of nowhere without me

No light at the end of a tunnel you’re in, it’s not your fault it’s just the luck of the draw’s burn

Carefully written in the proper sequence of word, phrases, paragraphs, I think it’s my turn.

I’ve got some news for you, I can sing, I can write, I can work, I can play, can’t be the #1 King

They’re the skin and bones in the menudo, monitoring recipes of fake-Holy nights and days

In my castle’s black tower, I can see in the dark with torch fire, stairwells to heaven, oh I sing

Up and away, it’s as it always was above and below, a notion of my dad, a God, Sonny’s rays.

Rockin’ my baby, rock-a-by in Rocklin, where I made bricks to build the little baby’s business

What it’s all about, staying hungry isn’t the intention of mama and papa, but on your knees

Is where you get to sooner or later, up to the #Northpole or down in #Capetown, dead & gone

Fearing death has no effect on this here, you gotta go when it’s that Time, givin’ the dog bone.

r j j stephan, i *Header is our beautiful mother as most of DEAD have never seen! It’s alive!

c. May 11, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while “AGITATED” & listenin’ (watchin’ a video) of the 715 planets of #NewWorlds discovered by #NASA link @ https://youtu.be/YmcEgOZAxhI }

w.w.a.r.d.?

#Triggered #InfiniteExtinction #WellKissJustAsBefore

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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla

Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma

Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup

Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.

Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me

Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free

Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab

God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.

Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate

Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate

Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions

Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.

Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling

A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears

Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing

If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.

We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward

In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird

From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind

Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.

Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze

It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God

It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood

Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.

r j j stephan, i

* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!

c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, May 10, 2019

#NobodyWantsToGuessWhy #ICameForYouBaby #VoidYourEpicRoyaltyChecks

FAKE-DEAD, BLACK HOLE BUTTON

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 10, 2019

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Out on 1 limb of the tree of knowledge, I found out what I had forgotten, what I couldn’t find

Mixin’ the time sequences up, you can’t recall the Future or return to the Past, I know, I know

I will never learn to keep my big mouth shut like my daddy used to whip it, Kiddie-land mind

I finally without any warning, woke up from the dream inside my head, full of Truth’s blow.

Nobody could ever touch my soul or my heart, not this Time in Space or another, I am One

I am not sorry that I can’t be two, or you or three or four or a whole world of continental fun

Waxed and waned with the lunar revolution, wobbled on the axis and sucked out the helium

Left nothing to mix with the elemental origin, the Gold, the Silver, the yellow cake uranium.

In the singularity you will go way down to the never ending rabbit hole of Alice and the cafe

No coffee, no tea, no 7UP or Pepsi, no Mountain Dew or Root Bear, nothing to drink, I say!

Counting backward from ten down to one, then in an instant, in a heartbeat, I know nothing

You know all that’ll be known before extinction, singular dot of conception’s orgasmic song.

Regardless of what it is, the alter ego always wins the trophy wife of high school flash mobs

Vicious and pernicious yet compassionately humane, this Holy Boat sank long ago, we slobs

Moved inside of the dirty ashes, being wide open to consummation of mother-earthen things

Not by a carnivore or bacterial infections of mere mortals, but a divine suicide of God wings.

Red button and a black hole are the target of the dreaded last arrow, to the target’s near miss

Bull’s eyed fear of nothing but the emptiness you originated from, escaped from there to here

Price to pay for that, you forgot why you came, you wanted a reminder that could not appear

In Ether, driven heavy metal home for those who’d kill life, war kills the red flags of showbiz.

Bubbles breakin’ the thin line dividing inside from outside, allowing the acid to animate cells

DNA coded sequences ruptured by mutations from the solar protuberances and space balls

Been a red button leader doomed to return back to GO without collection the one old C-note

Keepin’ Soul-happy, feelings of the head red-heart copacetic, all you need’s Love, #FakeFloat.

The beginning started at the bitter end and remained right there in the muck and mire, Earth

A third planet from the sun or so they’ve said, compiled among the graphic equations of birth

It’ll help ones who don’t know it, the ones in ignorance of common sense will never, ever do it

Like Ones used up and spit out, two by two out of the arc, a reaper’s wheel house is evil, Live.