#MotherGoosedMe & #DaddyDidntRockMe #SignificanceOfSignification

SIGNIFY SPACE = TIMING IT ALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 A.D. at 1:53 AM

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Mother ocean called me in, above the world crying out, “I don’t wanna die! Ad infinitum

Yet nobody’s listenin’ except me, I hear voice when I’m wide awake and when I’m asleep

I walk around in circles surrounding the buildings I drove to you early in the black AM

Lighted my ways and means until I got to the final resting place of me and my own scam.

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There’s a rally and a concert tonight but I’m out in Wisconsin fishin’ random bass & blue gill

Before I knew it, the limit was in and the stringer was full, so I rowed it on in without a skill

None of the dead fish I brought in were wasted, they were cooked, fried and fell in my clicks

A herd and a school to the cemetery full of rock stones, above and a little below fort’s dicks.

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New tattoos for you & the babies who grow up on horrid orphanages full of a genetic factor

Women and men grown in the home of the Homers and little dirges, who rule Mama’s roosts

Flip flops broken in two places so I had to stay home from the beach’s white sand hot boosts

I came to feel the warmth of inner space in a room of cold and wet dryness, need a Kracker.

*

Found the chords to play in the doubt of schemes and dreams the grandmothers left undone

Wanting the dream to come to true isn’t enough so the desire wanes without that thing itself

Out of the blackness come the blues only so you can get red hot, white hot to burn a GD elf

In the star called the Sun, I am the One, You are the One and we both equal the specs of One.

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Use all of the ‘zenes’ topical and ‘zones’ tropical can put highlights down in all twilight zones

Chords of treble & bass, arpeggios coming outta nowhere in skulls’ cool, grotesque minions

Who work at jobs to pay for others to blow wind in their hair with others who share The Man

Punks and genii to consume the unconscious’ content and it’s living contraption, too human.

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Don’t blame me for what you’re responsible for, beating you up is not the point, it’s a sword

The tip is this memory to guide you on the Way that goes right up the middle of a red horde

Out of Natives’ tongues, all the way to Georgia and up to Washington state, Tacoma bound

Hit a bus depot with an ounce of herb & fifteen bucks, hit the road hitched to higher Seattle.

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Fought and beat the hell out of the formidable foes who arose out of nowhere, solitary souls

Came from far and near, under and over the things you perceive, words in and out the goals

For the sake & purpose of the complete Oneness the sages reminded us of, just the essence

All things you grew out of from zygote to the present uniform come from an omnipresence.

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Beat the drums, strum the strings, hit the chords and produce memes, songs to old Sing Sing

Invisible does you good if you can buy some time, they all want to eat or to just kill fake Sins

Nobody likes the happiness that is not their own, jealous and in such a state of full doubting

You got it, skins & brass but need percussion and beating wood sticks into oceanic shark fins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOWVEMBER the 2, 2020 @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Here’s a miracle for you, Oneness when there’s chaos in the middle of the head, down the

back of your neck to your soul’s emptiness you came to Earth with, your mama ain’t here and

your daddy don’t rock & roll yet, #Santana @https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA #OyeComoVa ! }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#StarWarsJediFallenOrder #VaultOfSacredNonsenseAndDoomInTheTomb #MayTheForceBeWithYall

 

CHICKENS & WHISKEYTOWN HIGH  

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

11-1-2020 A.D. #AllSaintsDay @10:47 AM

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Blackjacks are as fine as can be with or without me, dancin’ in the dark in and in a sin’s P!nk

When men and women find their hands holding and getting hotter than a S&W pistol so fine

All of the women and men fillin’ up their tanks of f their dinosaurs that move on in full synch

Just ‘cause they’ve got nothing else to do other than die at a concert of hippies smokin’ dank.

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Mama’s movin’ in and out of Time lookin’ for the Space to be and to let be, a life of Oneness

Like a god in a black hole I found the bottom of the core of the Earth in my own soul’s kiss

Comin’ in and out of consciousness ready for the gurney to go to and fro, in and out you fool

We think you need a doctor and a nurse to tell you when you can live and die, it ain’t cool.

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Say goodbye to the highlights of the lowlifes you saw in front of your eyes, comin’ from Ma

The Earth all above and below, you sit on top of it when you surf the waves, pony tails on Pa

Girls you think love you because they wanna be cool, checkin’ yes or no, don’t you answer!

Stars above and below the fences that corral the thousand horse power machine, you deader.

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Be happier than you wanna be, when it’s all over, you’ll hear it inside you, I don’t wanna die

Over & over again like a broken record, I don’t wanna die, said a hundred times every hour

All we really have is nothing in particular to do with this, do not respond to screams of grief

Through the grade and high schools of the middle of American dreams, rockin’ like a thief.

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I understand the meaning of the Unknown, what you don’t even want to know if you ask me

Coast to coast & pole to pole, there nothing worse than the men telling you to leave it free

Let your ghost go on to the sun’s and blackness of Space, naked as a jaybird, spirit in a night

Of men, a mouse and a surfboard when I’m in a curl, top of the world chasin’ a buzz to fight.

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Heads scratched until the funky finks moved on from the swamp, backwoods’ suburban fifes

Obedient & cheerful but none of them thrifty, in debt from adolescent to a CoVid rest home

Dead & gone as it always was & always will be, you get a moment & you roll with it to Rome

You got 10G iPhone access just because there’s plants’ seeds in the ground of being’s wives.

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Made it burn the whole way down because it had to be that way every day, addicted to Life

Want to be alive no matter what, one more breath, one more trip on that gurney to go home

The Whole Way Down I say, mighty JD or Seagram to the top, surfin’ time is on the knife

Crumbs left, picked up, bought the content of the present, days and nights spun on a flame.

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Kissin’ in the dark, your mama’s house or my basement, all across the world over the sea

Knockin’ boots of the girls from coast to that place underground, above the Yellow Seals

Shades need drawin’ because you need the darkness when it’s just me and you, you see

It’s not a matter of form or a matter of shape of a thing or it’s contents, how it all feels.

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Like you’re supposed to be here all grown up and raised by kind or a nasty old caretaker

On the inevitable way between here and there, straight to hell like my mama said boom

Finished before the ends amounted to the sum of the entire cosmos, infinite of a tomb

My body or my house, only for a few loved moments, enjoyed the trip & ride to Jupiter!

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by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 11-1-2020 #AllSoulsDay2020 #TheyAreAlive

{ Drafted while watchin’ & listenin’ to #Starwars: Jedi Fallen Order with link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/E4iJOpla4AU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HeyMan #ThisIsDOPE notThePope

WTFO, IT'S A MESS, CATHOLICS DON’T LOOK!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

11-1-20, Dimanche at 6:33 AM 

 

Pain and suffering when it’s burnin’ the whole shebang and there’s nothing to lose the cats

Alcohol and elevated senses from the MaryJanes and the scents of heaven and Earth, scats

Punks rulin’ the streets who don’t deserve the Time of Day, you share the venue what sucked

My ego rules my roost and if Time and Space are as they appear to the senses, we are fucked!

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If words mean anything, they mean nothing if you know what I mean, you don’t? You got it!

Front men for the feelings of long hairs listenin’ to the tongues flappin’ in the four wind chit

Common and uncommon species from microscopic bacteria to the macroform dinosaur pus

Being a punk is not as easy as it looks to the adults in the room who get irritated with chaos.

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The drag came to me screaming into microphones, moving stages on big bouncing monsters

The band played night and day for it seemed like a week from the 1st arrival to full dumpsters

Beating drums, strummin’ jams, Baton Rouge to Seattle, waitin’ at a Chicago bus stop tour

State and Whacker Drive is where the last place I remember in Space that I was the one cure.

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Outerspace when you’re dead and gone is where your spirit flows all the way out to big Pluto

Last place our sun wants to shine for us to see the nature of fake reality, cosmonauts all know

There’s Nothing at all outside of the planet’s magnetic attraction to streamed Void of heaven

Here and now is where it’s at, always will be for you child, homo sapiens to twist & shout in.

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Lucky to be here for 5 seconds and there is a million reasons why I shouldn’t have come in

To the bodies of water, the seven seas full of monkeys descendants and their pet dogs & cats

Compared to being old and in the way, watch the young smoking their dope for fifty brothers

Now there’s a corner store with your favorite Woodstock species of pocololo from mothers.

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Picking you to be on my team of One isn’t the easiest thing to do, don’t cheat and look ahead

Fell to Earth from my mother’s womb, she screamed in pain to release my tiny body, I cried

I stopped cryin’ yesterday, last night were my final tears comin’ out my eyes for cash or bread

Watched the brothers and sisters dying one by one, years and years, hundreds of them dead.

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I was dreaming a minute ago and now I’m wide awake in another dream for eternity? Come

In an ecstatic embrace that lasts for a second, a smooth wave comes over the water, 151 rum

Now then, it’s as smooth as it normally is, coming home from being out of this world, HOME

Treats came in, now it’s TIME for All of the Saints to PIERCE THE SACRED SPACE, ONE.

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Is it fair to say that you have a growth on your brain-stem brainstorm and now you’re dead

You were dead before, at least as good as dead being the mortal that I am, we all are, in bread

To eat my body, eat the bread, to drink my blood, sip the wine from the gold and silver goblet

You can forget about it now and forever, last breath to gasp the gas, oxygen denied, that’s It.

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by

r j j stephan, i

c. 11-1-2020, Sunday, All Saints Day, Black Magic Women coming to ears near you!

{ Generated out of Nothing this AM, swelling in magic spells while jammin’ to Carlos Santana @OyeComoVa, Festivalde Vina (2009) link @ https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA }

FINIS

WW.A.R.D.?