#ROCKbYTES

ROCK BYTES, STONED SPEEDIALS

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

Movie stars are really just our brothers and sisters, our cousins, mamas’ pops too cute, yup

Nobody knows when they’re a baby or a youngster that it’ll happen, but it sure does happen

The kids all rock if they can and some of them get stoned to the music of the gangster pups

Tried the funny things that parents would never allow, on the cuff and on the lam, moral sin.

Whiskey out the bottle or beer in the six pack of Colt.45, either way the launch above beyond

Winds up three sheets to the north wind, back up against the wall and with a cowboy rewind

I recall my strapped gene autry pistols, put ‘em on backward like hop along Cassidy, too high

Wasn’t the Cisco Kid or Poncho, but I rolled just like the sunrise and sunsets in the west sky.

Bottles and cans full of the liquid cool and hot stuff of the cosmic soup, trailer trashed to heck

Devoted to ending of days, bringin’ them for you and nobody else but where you’ll go, I know

Find yourself in the rewinding position of the vacuumed void of the Space and Time too late

Nobody knows and everybody cares about the last breath in your and my face, it’s God’s fate.

Price is too high to be paid by the tiny mortality you get to move about in, 208 bones, trugrit

True of false, it’s the way of the middle of the road, down the center, getting to the doom soon

Talking begins and ends right there at the start, before the finish line, echo the shouts of s#it

Complicated mess of a hodgepodge, remember what your daddy said, get crazy as a fool loon.

It could’ve been Tuesday but it’s already gone, Eagles flew into a volcano’s hot, holy chastity

Burned the feathers and cooked the skin and bones, like thanksgiving turkeys of Notre Dame

Completed missions of the flights and sorties we flew for the sake of the motherland’s gravity

Too dark and grey when it’s rainy, so just drink it all away, change the alcohol into my fame.

On the train’s express or the jet’s non-stop flight into the Twilight Zone between yo’ ears, see?

It will all come out in the wash, no way to change it, always same as it was way back, ah blood

Mixed up with all of the data and information that was given as a favor to the kids of old Eve

Awaken from the slumber of the dream you can’t recall, it’s the life you had, now you be dead.

Got you and your sisters out of the trailer park’s sweet foam before you got too drunk to be

A good boy and nice girl, for the parents of the space cowboys under the feet of the papal see

It’s right and wrong, it’s good and evil, It is what It is, A MIRACLE, to be alive in this dream

Lovers and sinners all meet at the crossroads where It all must go, then vanish, then scream!

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM P.S.T.

{ drafted movin’ on to #MaryJanesLastDance by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L5pHM-o2_Dk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICEBERG ETC

ICEBERG IS ALL THAT’S LEFT, I.C.E.

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

Frequency of the minutes and millennia scrubbing the surfaces of my infinite mind blocks

Causes what you see and it’s all you’re gonna get, just try to imagine a planet of crickets

Chirping away, rubbin’ the sex toys for a date at night or in your walls, all night, too long

Ego and Id get along one way or the other or extinction results, it’s the coldest shoulder!

You know what I mean, frozen bones not givin’ you the time of day, even the land of the Free

Digital or face with hands and numbers, alpha or roman numerals, it’s all same old, 1,2 & tree

Forgive the sinners who kick your ass into a corner when you’re as happy as yo mama’s bust

Compass of 4 directions up, down and all around the globe of dirty air, broke down stardust.

Philadelphia or Chicago, New York, L.A., Miami, Seattle, seen the trips of the maiden hustles

I was not amused or confused, I knew just where I stood in the middle of nowhere without us

Nobody left to stab in the back once everyone’s bled to death, left nothing but a little smoke

What do they do when they see it doesn’t bother you to laugh right in your face? Stab y’all!

Forever and two more days, for a bloody moment, I thought you were on the same page signs

You ain’t and I don’t give a flyin’ hoot one way or another, it’s a journey-trip and landscapes

With the flu or the cancer or the gout or the blues that won’t go away from your blown minds

Feature of the creature, playin’ musical arrangements of wind, percussion and organic pipes.

It’s so cold when your bones get down below the surface of the ICE, you forget about the sun

Heat is a long gone memory of the way it used to be, sweet love and warm heart makin’ Out

Or in and out if it ever gets all the way, down to the immortal part of the mortality, a soul son

A man’s or a woman’s matters not one twit, there’s no option of class or gender in the scout.

Way down at the bottom of the frozen piece of Hydrogen and Oxygen, it’s money, hot & dark

It is what nothing is, it is what we’re made out of, nothing at all, think I’m kidding? It’s stark

But it’s the reality and it’s a given, without an expectation of return compensation super stink

Bringing everything together in a sweet song of notes and chords, a melody gets got, in synch.

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r j j stephan, i

c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM E.S.T.

{ DRAFTED Daryl's House Club stolen from my dear mother in law’s ( @PeggyVentura ) residence, my B.I.L.’s @RickieVentura the #SportsNut office/bedroom supercharge Dell.com PC link on youTube for #ForTheLoveOfMoney (give it up, gotta have it, gimme, gimme) link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#'TUDE

ATTITUDE WITH NO MA AND PA

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RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2019

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, November 2, 2017 #reDuxx

Young colt moves around being out of the dark hole spent for 340 days, spinnin’ yarn

Snakes and loud mouth humans better than the corral and the barbed wire, rusted old

My neighbors don’t care about my stack of wood with the multi-pitch roof, got no barn

No gate, no fence, nothin’ at all but pure pasture, death punchin’ #Pine, drinkin’ #Shine.

Couldn’t do any better than my best in the show, so into this movie of mine, my part’s done

Didn’t have to fight about it since I was the only opponent to the fences bein’ broken down

If I could I would, do it over and over again just for fun, for kicks and giggles, I can’t run

My legs and arms fell off of my body along the way, my head and mind are barely a frown.

Never thought about life bein’ so short when mama and papa watched every step I ever made

Escaped from the little webbed fingers of mama, the cub’s pinky of papa, too legit lemonade

My defense, my offense gifted me to be the best at protecting kin, my soul runnin’ out of time

I knew when she was gone, it was all over except I didn’t hear the fat lady singin’ on my dime.

What’ll be will be, that’s all I’ve ever believed since the notion of intent of will went so wrong

Eternity isn’t too long to wait for miracles I’ve expected, even if they never come, I’m so good

Tail is swept up into blown wind as the prance of a showoff moves my four legs, equine songs

Wishin’ I could play thunder ‘n light on tight skins, blown horns, pickin’ EFGABC six strings.

Got ready to die like all good men, expected nothing in return, drunk, faded script #wordsUp

Punks divin’ off of the porch, swingin’ on the tightrope and flyin’ into the river of Styx’s cup

Runnin’ and jumpin’ above the rocks that rolled downstream to the blue sea’s mouth, agape

You cannot eliminate your chance once you’ve entered the game, go to jail until I cry #Rape.

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r j j Stephan, I { #WalkingSoftlyCarryingABigStick in #PottstownPennsylvania }

c. November 2, 2017 @ 12:12 PM PST

{ DRAFTED watchin’ a space walk on #NASA live on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RtU_mdL2vBM & listenin’ to #SheUsedToBeMyGirl & HITS Live From Daryl's House The O'Jays & Daryl Hall youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?