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RICHIE STEPHENS

@Carlos * Santana

Pain pill pacify

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It has been said that we’ve all been born to raise a little hell in brothels

On the nature of beasts, we’ve generated through random Bates motels

Ministers, pastors, preachers, priests, and bishoprics to holy ones dead

No evidence of anything other than that we’re all gonna die, principled.

High and mighty above the atmosphere, astronauts have eye-witnessed

Earth is nowhere near the moon, Venus nor Mars, planet Man’s alone

In a venue to discuss assumptions leading to conclusions, conundrums

Without the experience of barking up the wrong trees, I’ll chew a bone.

Follow my logic, presume nothing is necessary but sufficient to be flown

Rational use of words which reflect thought without any veracity known

With or without foot pain & headaches, all Life’s illusory dreamscapes

Proof in your pocket, a wealth of chump change & dollar bills y’all apes.

Yet the circus rolls on, ad infinitum, tickets stamped “paradox & wit”

Unfurling holy banners stitched with idle riddles, fortune’s counterfeit

We juggle our fables, break bread with myth, toast to insights unseen

As the iron curtain draws, one and all are actors in tomorrow’s dream.

Loose change coins clink, exchange prayers sink reason pirouette & spin

For the only proof is this spoof that lingers as a question tucked within

Why, who, where, when & how do you accept your mortality, get loose

If you don’t, oppressors will seize your circulatory system, sunken blues.

So hurt by the tornado, left with mortal wounds I’ll succumb to & die

No complaints, no blame for living on Earth when my Time came to fly

Everybody before & everybody who comes after me, pity holy passion

Unacceptable alternative to nihilism is the holy Truth, gold dusted sin.

Treasure in the mountain of rocks and dirt were leftover Big Bang bore

Archeological proof is the annihilation of all things buried under all dirt

Swoop in and out of your broom closets and check your six at the door

You have no partner covering you & your hooded noggin, mask & hair.

On a picnic when it began to storm, food’s dead-on-arrival down low

Sixty spokes in my bike’s 26” tires make certain my rims don’t blow slow

Happy ending upon your inquiry on a positive note, answered with ease

Stop. Silence. Wonder. Shock. Die or Fly away, you know we’ll freeze.

I can see clearly for miles the higher I get above the Earth, not too high

Just high enough for consciousness to touch the face of God and not die

I could but won’t tell you why this means nothing at all outside of Earth

There’s only one GD way to get out of this life alive and it ain’t a rebirth.

Consumed skin and bones in the burning man bonfire, ashes blow dust

Peering through the I ain’t looking glass, see nothing clearer than us

Where YOU were the day before you got conceived, nonplaced in Space

Egg, ovum, sudden impact with subatomic particulate leather and lace.

Justice back in 1978 was a ham sandwich around third period, last page

It may have been baloney or PB&J, olive loaf or too human liver sausage

Fronting on stage for a band that sucks & will dissolve before the fame

Being happy is what gods can control, health, rest, fearless, Man, I am.

Pleased to meet you here and now before it was too late, meant it bro

As it is above here and now, so it is below here and now, it’s no joke, so

To be or not to be, isn’t a flippant inquiry, so why stay alive for nothing?

No reason is likely, no-good reason other than continue diggin’ a thing.

Knowing that when you don’t awaken, sleeping or being knocked out

Then there will be no later, no tomorrow just like no yesterday is today

I’m numb, I’m dumb, it’s the shots of Jose Cuervo that turned the burn

I hope to be in flight at rigor mortis, below up above, flyin’ eagles learn.

Realize and promptly deduce a forgone conclusion, we’re all scorin’ chit

Any man or woman who left the Earth’s gravitational pull, seen no sin

No angels of matter appeared in spirit form, except hallucinations of Me

What I thought I was, who I was, mutated form of homo sapiens’ glee.

Schizophrenic from conception, I was a twin as such, Evil? It was Good

Hence, I survived but my twin sister didn’t get out of the neighborhood

She knew what I knew & our pact was to keep a third eye on each of us

Goddess reasons the wisdom out of the delight, heart throb ain’t a fuss.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XVIII^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

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Deeply thrust, center prong of a middle fork, cast aspersions upstream cool

Porch in a twilight zone production to show a man burning in effigy of Adam

Praise of the original error perception, deception is it’s perfectly old school

As above, so it is below the canopy of a big sky illusion, Space ain’t so blue.

Licensing and permitting all consumer affairs is the civilized way of justice

If you make a demon deal, it’s true art and you agree to be obligated thrice

A maniac would be a fanatic if that was possible, it would have been done

It’s been done, in the past several centuries, there’ve been more than one.

Now is the right time for the things themselves to be exposed by the minions

Forever to be the harbinger of what’s to be, biblical bibliographies of humans

Disposed of the trash & retained an edited divine inspiration, words of mouths

If you become inspired by an unknown power, know that It precedes existence.

On being a blank canvas for the artist to throw strokes and color at the hot void

It’s what I’m cracked up to be, I signed up for this, it’s pretty boy for an android

Programmed from a little, bitty boy to young to old men, acting directionless too

Knowing nothing to begin with and then learning all men have scabs on booboos.

Beat the drums, snare, tom-toms, cymbals, bass for the backbeat, as in utero

Get into the rhythm and feeling of the vibration of vibrato, a good shot of Cicero

Coming from somewhere in the Past, where Earth’s land mass had a great flood

Explanation for random chaos’ First Cause, a Big Bang of ugly, evil bad & all good.

Change the subject since the unknown can neither be fathomed nor known to The Man

Utilize slick metaphors in and out of the syllogistic arguments, premises to conclusion

It ain’t my fault it’s this way & even if it was any other way, it ain’t my intent or karma lie

I’ll rock & roll the stone up and down the hill ad infinitum, it keeps fallin’ back to 2+2=5.

Proud of little girls & a bit less than proud of little boys, no surprise, double-cross toys

Played until out of power, brain & mind shutdown to recharge in stealth mode, asleep

To do what needs to be done, before or after the time in space when we can walk about

Causes special effects until the last one becomes 1 & only One, pure love’s prize bout.

Fortunate one cruises in and out of the traffic up to the final target’s blip, go uptown

Drinking into a stupor before I became cold enough to shiver away an illusory display

 Locked up combination lock, behind perception’s eyes, so much glee for you & me

Funk comes to mind when I recall the finks who gleaned my precious time for free.

It’s then now, Time Out for nobody else unless it’s my own spirit soul RIPin’ on out

Heyday malfunctioned & it was the scream in the void, nobody screamin’ to shout

It’s just that y’all can’t hear your voice in your own ears unless you are in the echo

But also what if this & that lose expression, extinction in, it’s my time to git up & go.

I’m sorry that I forgive all those who trespass against me, that’s honesty for you

Creature comforts and the buds of Mary become the daily dessert of what’s true

Nights slept through unless there were graveyard shifts to be filled, overtime X2

God took it all after Uncle Sam, I had a drink & a smoke, laid back with tuneage.

You got me Nickelback for the explanation, well they’ll have to do, let’s doubleback

ZZTop with a fine machine, tuned for a drag race, high & low, don’t know where to go

Here & now blind faith will get you through the Sitch since you trained kickin’ hippos

Protect and defend your heart & soul first, they need you full power, annihilate oppos.

Monger the fear and loathing as if it’s the fuel with high octane to animate your bones

Extra credit for the accumulation of the power & storage for retrieval ala the i-phones

Treaties and tariffs will give you a sense about the new world order, it smacks of Marx

Philosophy of ordering masses of humans from the tower of Babel to public RV parks.

A pain released the pleasure from the locked safe & you’ve gleaned the highlights’ #up

Kindred spirits share the middle road on the narrow path, it’s always something #down

Hip to the dream that is this thing called Life, yo, way back when sang “Cathy’s Clown”

Pretenders can’t find the actual things themselves anywhere at all, fill the empty cup.

Hazard everywhere you turn in the safe place, no warning signs or flashing stop lights

All there is cannot be put into any words, there’s no linguistic justice for petty fights

Hearings and judgements, guilty or innocent, pay the price or rot forever behind bars

Small room with bars, like the ones to keep the chimps and apes in the clown cars.

Just too busy being as fabulous as I used to be, it was all she wrote, now believe me?

All alone for the rest of the duration, no sense in runnin’ another game on a honeybee

Baby girl, no sense in putting us here in the middle of nowhere for nothing, let’s roll!

Do what’s been done, better than the others, Game is won, We Are One & It Is Done!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XVII^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @111 PMPST

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Four score, seven years ago means 87 years ahead, Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address

System analysis indicates, “What the hell does that mean anyway,” you all guess

Idiots mate with morons and the human race is on, it’s all Win, Place or Show it

Losers are the biggest pile of lost bet ticket holders, favorite #’s of a hunch orbit.

Chances are, you will never come out on the winning end of betting, odds all out

Of the House & Book, you labor at work, get paid & lose it to the kid of no doubt

Always tryin’ to get even, that’s impossible, million to one you’ll guess, android

Wake up every morning, pull a broken arrow out your wither, shoot at an x-Void.

Zip your lips when it’s time to shut yo’ phuquin up, I can’t tell if that will help us

News is old & in the way of the new world’s order in the rack’s break, eight ball

Barter for the best place in Space when you’re there, then you gotta go, it’s hell

It’s all in the lines of the rhythm & rhyme, black, white, red & yellow magic buzz.

Fighting to be first in line to get what’s being given non gratis, milk, eggs & soap

Care packages come from over the sea to me, from the soul who took the Time

Keeping me in mind when I was so far away & couldn’t return without orders

Sorry I can get through the doors of hell at the end of the line, over borders.

Brought the full complement of punches, elbows, knees & foot kicks to hits

Above and below the thighs, never in the jewels or holy OM of us all to bits

Squeeze in and out of the last place on Earth that you’ll ever be, twilight den

Door closes & disappears once you enter, look back to laugh at original sin.

What’s happening is a sleeper is dreaming but unaware that life’s but a dream

So, for eternity, he rows a boat gently down a stream, singin’ about Mary Lee

O’Toole, she was more than that, protected by her officer Krumpke pop, shotgun

I was just going to ask her to my prom, guess the dad didn’t want me for a son.

Well, that’s too old to dwell on, movin’ from 1969 to 2025, WTF was all of that?

Jesus Christ didn’t help me after I served all those masses for the holy churches

All those confessions of my sins against the ten commandments, all for what?

Nothing, I know, I’ve grown up after my dad wasted cash on parochial perches.

Bums and junkies find somebody to love, something to eat, drink, a crash pad

Under a lean-to or a rural bridge as a troll not scared of boogie men as sublime

Sons & daughters indiscriminately get what’s comin’ to them, accidents in time

More or less, to be or not to be matters only while alive, not after death dread.

Shook your foundations until they crumbled to the dust they originated from

A star blew its top, go figure out the damage to the poor boy & girl grownup

Please & thank you for the coverage of the Truth, as I know it, aye, die, yo too

Moms & pops ain’t grateful for the abundance of mortal danger, it’s a set up.

Screaming for hotter stuff that you can squeeze into the freezer for a deep cut

Means are the ways to get to the point where you’re uncertain about your butt

Here and now, you wind up in a pickle without a suit, up to your neck in G-pills

WTH that is, gravity matter consumed, G-pills, keeps your scat/shyt in foothills.

Sneezing and coughing gas you can’t manage, then you come back for more, eh?

Just like the first time, the last time is just the only time you talk to all strangers

To be a monk in a monastery, danger & red lights flashing’ you all ain’t able at all

Doing the do means check unhinged, illogical punk tricks to obfuscate The Call.

Now, it’s time again, to stand up or sit down but either way, to fight it, MF shyt

No absolute way to get away from it, survival of the most fit, you’ll die on a diet

The whole kit and kaboodle is on the line, either you live or you die at the ends

Dancin’ on stage matters as long as you can walk, H2O leaked into the Depends.

Carry around the wisdom & the stench of extinction, all species have a program

You & I have the wisdom, knowledge & ignorance in balance, it’s all Uncle Sams

All of them on all seven continents, they are old & beautiful with the original sin

Inherited without any bargain, you all got lucky, it’s hard to be born, God balms.

You’re gonna die like all grand folk, ain’t Nunny a business why, just go die there

Back in business as above, so below, the Void does what it does, we’re residue

Priests tried the sacrifice to the heavens, didn’t work, so they split atoms in two

For the defense of the dead ones who survive in the mind of Gods, all dead too!

Done when it’s all over, the dream ends, you awaken to more light than the dark

Causes precede effects and the demand of the dragon is overwhelming, I snark

Minds of the One is the Mind of the Man, God’s divine dam of H2O in thin skin

We got it, I’ve got it, many have had it & lost it, RIP to happy Eve girl/Adam boy.

Fire bore me in liquid matter, it was an innocent set-up, to be set free, annihilate

A whole shebang melts and shrivels like plastic Saran wrap around an idiot box

She got dilated before I was fully cooked in the cosmic soup, it happens, it’s bait

I swallowed it all, hook, line & sinker as a starving chip off the block might rock.

Wound up the chain around my thin neck, stopped the effulgence to the mind It

Death resulted and mortality’s observance, rigor mortis & a granite stone in shyt

Ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, I learned K-12, a 13-17 year program

Y’all phu-qups, check your six, it’s a clusterphuq & my name is yo, all too human.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August XVIth MMXXV Anno Domini “x” AMPMST

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