@RonnieWood @JonnyLang @BuddyGuy #PlayAllNightLong with #Friends

#POLICE & @HomelessWhiteKnights !

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 1, 2019  

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It is the time and the place in space to put the pedal to the metal, hammer down Mex-Texas

Or Iowa or Ohio, it redux of the rerun for the minions’ predilection for the Perfect, infectious

Bringin’ home the bacon to get the home-made enchiladas in foil, cat food and a kill instinct

Empty, bombed-out structures that used-to-be hospitals, schools and churches now extinct.

Magnetic waves, infrared and cosmic stellar amusement and the trouble is you’re a pawn

On and off of the thirty-two squares of the playin’ surface of the black and the white Dawn

From the monkey man mind without a care other than food, shelter and protection of God

In the emptiness of the darkness a deal is struck with the devil inside you and me, full blood.

Down to me, down to you and down to the smoke that rises from the burning, funeral pyre

Pumped up and jammed down into the ash from which it all comes, stardust, fool for hire

I don’t care that you don’t care, yet you read on hopin’ for the catch of the day, rollin’ a rock

Funeral and burial, incineration for all two hundred eight bones, all under my thumb, phoQ!

Don’t trip just because you are more holy than I am, I was a Catholic altar-boy, 13 years, a lad

Then the Force educated me on the actual #reality behind Ma and Pa and a military bunk bed

Pink sometimes but mostly lonely and blue, just in time to listen to boogaloo, midnight’s spec

Gambler and pawn shop, dealer of the cash to burn, bet you’re right when you’re a bluff, dick!

Ramblin’ with the spirits and souls, around in circles from lucky day to sad, good day in hehl

Wind blows four or more ways, depending on the trajectory of the matter in the space, I fall

Shroomy Cow and Alice’s #Vunderland hole, I and you in gravity collapse, we’re singularity

Rambling around the block in a Hearse or a Rolls or a Volkswagen in or out of this reality.

After the last breath you gasp for, right after that moment right there, that there, this here

All of it means little or nothing, I should have been, I would have been, I could have been

Features of the creatures that look like forms made of shapes of plastic, pig iron and steel

Compared to this thing itself you see, alternative reality has nothing to do with human zeal!

Downhearted and drained of the tiny bit or two of microscopic particles, angry atoms I am

Changed now and I am in total control with the will of the One at the helm, Lord helped me

Which Lord you wonder? For you my friend, to find out and I’ve got no say in the guy’s scam

Just remember, it’s a choice, your choice, you can be wise or foolish, a heavenly body #Slam!

Lonely and finished with the wonder of the surviving with the fittest amongst us, we survived

We never became the food of the carnivores, the bone-yards have our remains, our soul freed

From desire and need of the breath you and are takin’ right now, in and out, borrowed Time

It’s almost out the moment it becomes conscious of itself, a matter, a force of cosmic slime.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 1-1-2019 Mardi @ 7h11 Hors de contrôle

{ drafted while #CatchinAWave to The Rolling Stones #OutOfControl & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MHlxGg0QIqE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeCannotBelieveThis #Ouila

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DADDIO’S NEW YEAR 2019 A.D., ICY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 31, 2018

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Alone and nothing but air baby, oxy-nitro, hydro-carbon and a menu-do of dead, cosmic soup

Mixed together in a menu do of cow’s brains and pigs’ feet, to eat or not, graves are in a loop

Deadpan spoon or a forkful, you can shovel it all down the gullet, no satisfaction’s all of that

Respecting nothing because it is all there is, the facts of life are chilling but, facts are #Fact.

You got here before or after I did, learned to read words and comprehend the being’s nature

I get ready to die every day of the living body, the oneness that’s here and now, bone bell ring

Saw it coming, body’s mind could have prevented divinity’s prestidigitation, a worldwide tour

Babies come and babies go, some sooner and some later, some never get past the zygote ding.

Perfectly happy and imperfectly sad, immortal ideas, a fiction of imagination, a chimera sin

Nothing or something, in the middle or at the outer edge of the system, chain of fools’ in a bin

From the front to the back, you will be what you are, what your intention allows, conquer it

Years, centuries and imaginary, fossilized parents of the present, hung low to burn and bury.

Chains of history, recollected by the ones who were never there, implants of an ignorant mass

Without the links, the fools are by themselves, all alone in the middle of paradise lost too fast

Before you know it, you discover nobody knows a thing at all about anything, farcical drama

Lying to me and sayin’ it’s gonna be alright, that is a mistake, I am a skeptical man of manna.

No free bread in the soup line, you must make an effort to survive in the cosmic bog of atoms

Naturally, Time’s Space becomes all there ever was, to you and everybody, even my God cums

Bringing acid to fruition under the blazing, red-hot, white dwarf, disguised as the Sun, Sonny

Boys and girls, it’s time for the show, we need to get it going, fade-out on stage, stoned Rocky.

All my friends and relatives faded to blackness on blue, all alone here and now, a haven sent

It is what it is and I can’t say no more since the WORD is all there is, I say it and it is so, cuz

Wonderfully composed compost in the hot spot, burnin’ nostril strength, odoriferous scent

A kiss and a shout away from the formulation of the mighty and weak, goodshitz got a buzz.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 31, 2018 A.D. Lundi @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Slash, Derek Trucks Susan Tedeschi Ronnie Wood - Oficial & SimplyRed’s Mick Hucknall (Simply Red) Italian FAN CLUB all @ B.B.Kings B.B.King Blues Club & Grill New York #ThrillIsGone & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3uneA-cstZs?list=RDjJncp6eMUSQ }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WithALotOfHelpFromMyFriends #FakeNews #WTF would Richie do? #WWRD or even @AynRand?

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BE THE LIGHT, IT’S PESO DE OCHO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, December 29, 2018

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Pulling the zero gravity around with the skin and bones is as easy as a pirate dreamin’ a mare

Maybe in the day or the night, closer to my world in my own mind, home sweet home there

Pieces of eight and the pirate’s booty lifted from sailing and stealing without working, insane

Completely ingrained into the genome, programmed DNA to reproduce and survive the pain.

Blown horns and blown harps leading you and I on to the final curtain, feared twilight’s zone

Where men, women, animals and plants of dirt, go to their maker, an original species’ bone

Pick a feeling inside, deep down in the bones, in the soul, be merry, be happy, do not fret wife

It is what it is and it can be no more, the drama’s the ceiling, no drama’s a rock bottom life.

Frozen back bone, holding my nerves to signal my inner warmth from frozen Chicago’s rivers

All the water runs through it, satiating the thirsty and keeping the wasted mush. sanitizers

Looking outside of the box there is nothing to see, hear, feel, taste or touch, empty void’s God

Streamed the lack of everything known, empty hole without holiness, human, divine blood.

Over again and over again, we repeat ad infinitum without hesitation, it’s what we do forever

There’s nothing else to do but stay alive without pain or suffering, strive for stasis of the lever

It moved the unmoved from it’s spot of being too heavy, in the light way we walk until extinct

Then absolute emptiness turns creation not so pink sink, sunk down under or above the law.

The lead and gold all get traded for the food and the mates presented to the buyers & sellers

Time ticks and moves sundial shadows quickly around the quivered arrows in the bullseye

Pine cones, seeds of the plants and animals that gave us our energy, to animate the complex

Putting a foot in front of another, cutting in lines, finishing the session with a priority FedEx

Monkeys, snakes and me in a bag, a burlap sack of potato smells from Idaho, need a fist fight

Out in first light of the day when the sun shines somewhere unseen and suddenly out of bed

Stiff corpses and stiff fishing rods move one another for no reason, just back off the big head

Beacon to lead the blind and disoriented to the goal, pay the pieces of eight, see light, be light.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 29, 2018 Saturday @ 4:11 AM PST

{ DRAFTED all the while jammin’ on some Tednugent.com #Stranglehold & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0c3d7QgZr7g }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#RickRoll #TootsieRoll #LetsRoll

NOT SO FUNNY, HUH? #RickRoll

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 28, 2018

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You and I got to the party after it had already started but nobody was rockin’ the floor

So, the happy ones began spreading the joy around to all brothers and sisters who roar

Star above and below the Mason-Dixon lines, pointlessness, despair from the top’s tip

All the way down to the foundation of Being itself, the matrix unfolds the mystery clip.

Business and pleasure mixed together in one lump sum of things themselves, less or more

Then, as if it’s right now, ending battles with robots and idiots, all too inhumane to the core

Mental and physical ability inherited from the acid, created, evolved, mutated, fortunate son

Who cares about everything? God, that’s the concept of this world, game! How fun? Funny!

Bad brakes can’t stop the momentum of the load, the mass that animates the bones’ marrow

Perfunctory poetry and accident of the genome’s conception and adaption to evolve, be slow

Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, just too human

To be or not to be in the middle of the mix, yesterday, today and tomorrow, love in a tin can.

Flyin’ in a circle around in space, revolving, orbiting, wobbling ad infinitum, puttin’, takin’

Until the last gasp and gulp of the gas that made water famous, oxygen and hydrogen ballin’

On and off of the court, to score is to win, to shut out the opponent, to create a long lost loser

One who was winning everything has destroyed all semblance of happiness , middle of Nye.

Thinking gets you so far and then you must leap ahead, blind faith’s bloody, fuschia comin’

Blood! You’re the alpha and omega of whatever you are, alive because Eve bawled my demon

For the bread and water to stay alive in the wind, the rain, the freezing cold and snow of sin

Disobey the master of my behavior, my moral and ethical self, an invisible blue moon’s son.

All of the people, we the people, those people who formed a perfect union of cosmic raindust

From a one cell acid malfunction, mutation and random recombination of macrophage rust

Performance on the track, runnin’ counter clockwise to Time’s elipse in black Space’s quarks

First Cause of God’s Void, original con-game, holy oragasmic cave monkeys, dreamers’ kids.

I got a line on you baby, it’s straight and narrow like the path I tread from dusk until dawn

This will go right to your head and you will become the thinker that I never could be, a pawn

One move at a time, one space or more, diagonal or straight up-down the sixty-four squares

Until the end of the game when check or a checkmate put the #RickRoll on the beaten, losers!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 28, 2018 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #Boss Bruce Springsteen Gillette Stadium Foxboro, MA. 09/14/2016 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY?t=1}

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DropTheTop #NeverEverDrip

 #DropTheTopBaby

SPARKS, FIRE, ODDS IN FAVOR *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, December 27, 2018

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Hotter than a pistol after ten rounds fired into the bull’s eye where nothing but emptiness Is

Glimpse of the way when blinded by Light in an empty nest where silence annihilates the kids

Dark matter and White Noise permeate the atmosphere both above and below the substances

Water, Fire, Air and Earth mix up the rocks and rolls ‘em around infinity’s ellipse, who says?

Sweetened spots and sourpuss funk in boots all have smoke swirling in past winds of Time

Everything is what the timing is, all of the things themselves and everything else on record

To recollect the data and replay it all for those that missed the trippin’ of their mom’s rhyme

Multiple children from multiple men and just one woman, brothers’ and sisters’ multi-color.

Milkman at your wife’s kitchen door and you’re supposed to roll with sucker punches, kiss it

Love in between us and leakin’ out of the holy holes between your ears, 7 holes from a teat

That is what the reason is for being alive and reproducing DNA to disregard the extinction pit

To be or not to be just because you can, no other reason for being alive, just eat, love, excrete.

You’ll never be awake before you die, death requires awakening, it is inevitable to be the hole

It’s a holy hole or an empty hole but it’s a hole all the same, a place where Nothing is the Soul

In love or not, blinded by light or the darkness, it’s inevitable that you see Truth, you see God

Divine intervention in the perfunctory prayer, lay you down to sleep in astral dust, gas’ blood.

Peering through a pin hole of light, insight invisible, dumb luck alive, blowin’ winds of Time

Gone from the scene in less than a hundred trips around the star, still an insane, lame brain

As it was above and so it is below as well, finite cascade of caskets runnin’ a 208 bone-dash

Skillet of corpses, fried French Englishmen in Italy’s boot, criminals’ gold spot of lead cache.

For no reason other than just because, you are going to die just like me and every other body

It doesn’t matter which species and which time the DNA was processed, it’s all Cosmic Soup

Mixed in a hodgepodge of whatever this and that happens to be named to the #Allstar five

Ball is legal and on the floor, on the field or court and hit or thrown, bounced, full hand-jive.

by

r j j stephan, i #TheOddsAintInOurFavor

c. FREEZEMBER 26, 2018 A.D.

{ drafted while listenin’ to Bruce Springsteen - #Uncasville 5-18-2014 FULL SHOW - final show of the tour! link @ https://youtu.be/0nUeKuDjHUU }

 W.W.A.R.D.? 

#SupremeEssenceHeartSoulChi #BabyBabyIDGetDownOnMyKneesForYou #IfOnly...

 I DESERVE A WHISTLE, OLD MAN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 26, 2018

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Ice cold beer and straight Black Label gets into the boys’ and girls’ skins behind iron curtains

Battles and wars of wills, nobody backs down or gives up light, only the living kill, Fire stings

Freezing on the hot side of the Earth and burning on the frozen side, it’s what a star reasons

Dead and gone, a lost cinder in the scheme of atomic things themselves, microcosmic beings.

Fire and light are all there is, without them life doesn’t animate on planet Earth, a zero sect

From the original burst of energy, a Big Bang and a Silent Whimper become Cause and Effect

Nowhere to run, nowhere to reproduce the DNA ad infinitum in the middle of heavenly soil

Utter complicity with the deceiver of the common and complex, I am here, now I am loyal.

To the father, to the son, to the daughter and the mother from which acid bursts, gods at war

Spinning and wobbling in circles without any reason for being there, just because, that is all

To search the observable, record-able with the tools of the trade, humanity’s straight razor

So be fine, live alive without being two, three or more, all alone in solitary dread to the core.

Function of the metric measure on the number lines of two dimensions produce a 3rd & 4th

On the 5th, whether it’s a full quart or a milliliter less, spiritual flight of the soul’s folk lore

Bird or anything with wings to defy the gravity of the hysterical graves, dug in haste’s odor

Deteriorate and create the things that perpetuate the moves of Mercury’s twilight zone door.

I’ve got your attention now or maybe not but the issue ain’t me to be or not to be, it’s all you

Been the end and the beginning of the lines that go parallel or cross-cross their paths of “Do”

When “Don’t” is the WORD of the day, learned is adaption to change quickly before removed

From thee to thou and there to here, now and then you make a move, being at one, unmoved.

Sudden death and an unexpected accident of Time’s Space conjunction in a parallel junction

Deep in a canyon and far out of a universe in the Void of Being’s mighty surgeons cut of One

Not just one of the ones but The One, you are at least reading about the facts of life for once

Adapted adoption of the machine that I am, I whistle to warn my prey, I’m a loaded six-gun.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER XXVI, 2018 AnnoDomini

{ drafted while listenin’ to 94.7 WLS-FM on the web link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/947-wls-5367/ & listenin’ to some Daryl Hall at Daryl's House Club & The O'Jayslink @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JingleBellJive #RightTimeToRock #RideInAOneHorseSleigh

MASSIVE TIMES IN CLEARLIGHT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, December 24, 2018

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Handling with care was never an option in the middle of grim chaos, you don’t care though

So, no harm, no foul, continue the dream without a thought of makin’ any messes, holy O

I think and therefore the logic remains to be seen, whether it matters to God or man’s face

Treachery and forms of Matter’s marvelous substance as such, is All there is in empty space.

Another pretty face won’t move the unmoved mover an inch to the right or the left, at One

Nevermore in two or three split personalities which swim in chaos, lovin’ the insane fun

Without any regard for the doing unto others golden rule, consume the food, lick the hand

Like a hungry dog lookin’ for a master, someone to hunt for it’s food to cook in a dead pan.

Mother of all bombs will put a dent in the cement down to the core, reverberated brass bells

Ringing up the total of the cash and the charge for the things created to be destroyed in jells

Holiday virus ready to re-ignite the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf or Snow White no doubt

And how the Time and Space works it all out by itself without my help, hey, it’s not my route!

Formulated the matter into tiny cells of atoms’ electrons, neutrons and protons, for A-bombs

H-bombs and #Neutrons ready to trium the Earth into a Pulsar, White Dwarf FeFiFoFums

Just because that is what matter does, it burns and has no ethics or morality, Ra, Jesus, Sky

Faith-blinded black-light in dark rooms without mothers or fathers to feed upon, Voided eye.

Picked and plucked because the Time is up and it’s all goin’ down, from above and below me

Spatial dimension of a warped shape at the mercy of gravitational and centrifugal forces’ tea

Wake up call for dead bodies’ souls buried, burned, drowned and blown clear to smithereens

Yuletide attitude, tip God’s DNA, melted blood and bone’s fate, frosty snowman exit scenes.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 24, 2018 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ written listenin’ to some fantastic Frosty's Christmastime Lounge link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/iheartchristmas-4596/ #NorthPoleRadio on the WEB @ here’s a link to #NORADSanta #trippin on the #lead #RudolfoTheRedNoseReindeer @ https://www.noradsanta.org/ )

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GettingLuckyTonight #RedSoloCup #ILiftYouUp #IFallDown @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

BRAILLE OL’ WORLD O’ #SittingBull*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 23, 2018

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Blind expressways and narrow turnpikes from Hades to Nirvana, ORD, NYC to LAX n’ back

Massacres happen and then they’re forgotten, recollect memory is a faux-illusory tool, Jacks

A modification of the original creation of the genome, nightmare of an old freak falling asleep

In love, maybe only with Broadway.com gods, priests, monks, nuns, clergy and black sheep.

Unconscious due to the knockout punch from the knuckle sandwich of my dad’s fist, I say!

Not because of any small notion or belief in a blind man’s bluff but due to the nature of Day

I mention the Night as an obfuscation of the beast within, mighty spirit infused black knight

From Virginia to Idaho the #Rushmore rocks crack into a hundred million points of the light.

Freedom of never choosing the way your feet walk, a foot in front of another to a step beyond

Safe landing and on to the tarmac, legends of Great Human leaders into a twilight zone pond

Watch out yourself, wobbling axis, history of hungry Vikings, Krishna, Buddha gods on drugs

Answer, bones were a being alive, middle of mama’s maggots and for bloody ancestors’ mugs.

Over and above the blue or cloudy, smokey skies of the land and sea, there is where you’ll go

Not even one moment after your final gasp of oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, Nicolai blow

Puttin’ the Tesla Factory on the moon, employing thousands of people to reincarnate DNA

That is the nature of this beast, where the RNA becomes the code for the One returning Gay.

Loving the men and the women all the same, that’s Gay right? Well, maybe not for the divine

Maybe you ought to find a comfortable place to sit back and relax, maybe have a glass of wine

Download our recollected survival mode, a hundred years here twirling an acid-holy LSD sky

Truth modified with sounds, fury of a mad mind-blown fathers’ mothers’ history’s Will to die!

by

r j j stephan, i { *header flick is the top mind of Sittingbull Bullies, #SittingBull walkin’ tall head-shot! }

c. FREEZEMBER 23, 2018 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBoss, Bruce Springsteen, #GilletteStadium, Foxborough, Massachusetts 09/14/2016 link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#3 days until Jesus Christ was born 2,018 years ago... #LeapOfFaith #DreamBIG #BoogieWoogieChooChooTrain

SPANKY’S JOINT, ROLLIN’ MY DNA!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Saturday, December 22, 2018

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Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillac T-tops dropped, swingin’ chassis, I am, Adam.

Ones who never got the message, survival isn’t all there is, it is everything, cosmic stew

Everything in the hodge podge of dirt and rocks, the DNA moves and I laugh on a dime

Jokes and funny scat everywhere you look, the people, the animals, the space and time.

Peering through the peep holes in the fence, knowin’ it’s never time to get to the peon door

Nobody is allowed in until the final curtain draws to a close, awaiting an infinity’s corn pone

Back streets or the freeway exercise of the iron horse race, we roll on until the tires all blow

Rubber on the road, pedal to the metal and we’re flyin’ baby, what’s in back of us is way gone.

Cruisin’ in and out of the heavy traffic, on the shoulder and cuttin’ off the older ladies & kids

Old man gettin’ out in front of the crowd, shinin’ the crown above the monkeys wanna steal

Because they can’t figure out the sum of two plus two, it always mutates into high five bids

Visions and hallucinations of this substance, this #WhatItIs cannot be a mystery congealed.

Happy for a day and night, unhappy about the death of breath, world wobblin’ in smokin’ Fog

I am cruisin’ but runnin’ low on fuel, the rock and roll is about to cease, voided my gas’ tank

Still movin’ until the end of the perpetual locomotion in a pink Cadillac or 1500 cc @HD hog

Leather pants hooked up high n’ tight, hop on back my baby, we’re chitin’ on the blunt dank!

Fortunate daughters creatin’ the cheat-cheats for the baby boys, the sons of single fathers

Jumped on in the front seat, I got shotgun and you got the pedals so steer us to a promise

Who left that absurdity behind? Work a nine to five until you get to the other side’s ditz

Traffic in back of us, we dropped the pedal to the metal and we’re already in the olive pits.

Homegrown from the seed to the flower-tops, life grown and illegal to the weakest man’s sex

Higher than kites, blowin’ in cold or hot gas, revolutionary wobble my grandpa’s Fireman hex

Planet here in the middle of nowhere, space is black and dotted, obfuscated holy God’s dam

Young skin n’ bone strippers, pink Cadillacs rollin’ on DNA of swingin’ Pete, 7th son of Adam.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 22, 2018 SATURDAY 12/22/2018 @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while watchin’ #NationalLampoonsChristmasVacationMovie ‘89 link @https://youtu.be/cqggUo2kA3E & listenin’ to #TRAIN #WontYouSaveMeSanFrancisco & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/o4MKaH7d8OQ }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RockMeMama #TruckerOutOfPhilly #OnTheWayToTheGoldenStateOfBeing @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

A PUNCH IN YOUR BLOODY MOUTH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 20, 2018

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I always said that the only way to fly was to go with the blood flow, let us come, let’s all bawl

Around the bases for the scores, runs ahead and runs behind the hands tied at a sunrise mall

Foreclosure on the caves that shelter your full cups of love, lust and glory, salute living dead

Heads and feet and all two hundred cross bones, up and down, all on the way to be corn fed.

Somebody’s lunch or supper in the future, in the stars for the living to be eaten, hear ‘em jerk

If Evil doesn’t walk then it doesn’t have legs and if that’s the case, Evil don’t need homework

Being a thought away from actual reality and First cause of it’s natural being, cut jagged edge

For the first and last time, the spark turns into a million points of light and ignites tune-age.

Rubber blood runnin’ through the veins and fillin’ the head with elastic notions of phantasms

Things or not things but a natural presence, je ne sais quoi or whatever, it’s givin’ me spasms

Trying to stay within invisible lines of space itself, fait accompli, all too human, crazy mind

Walking, crawling, hopping, running and flying, human animals live and then quit the grind.

Twenty four hour days, seven day weeks, three hundred days a year, golden gods whisper

Winds cry Mary or whatever sounds like a girl or lady’s name, nobody plays a cry wolf pawn

Listenin’ to the medium with headphones attached and cupped over the ears, be the executor

Don’t need another man to kill you or even natural extinction to end it, you’re already gone.

Ignition from the star’s blown gasket, uncontained effulgence of blue stuff, third stone’s ilk

Cells of the unknown cosmic, black holes posing as white dwarves and Earth mother’s milk

On a date and all ready to reproduce the species maggots, up all night until the light of day

Girlfriend stood up and laid ‘em down and I knocked ‘em down like jello shots in a MaiTai.

I feel no pain and you will never know mine, you are the reason that the things are all gone

When you woke up from the dream you saw the one who was dreaming, One and overdone

Not me but another One, asleep for no good reason, an accident of form, king, queen or pawn

Cause of the First Cause is not even a thought, not an idea, nothing but air, old Betsy’s spawn.

Completely gone from the Alpha to the Omega of the galaxy, I struggle in liquid rock salt

Dreamin’ of the waves that bring in the wake, just because you think you’re not at fault

Doesn’t mean that there is no crack in the world, there is a big, black hole up a lazy river

Pain comes first and then the numb overruns the bones, shuts down, full of foo faux-fear.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER 20, 2018 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to Ramones #MerryChristmasIDontWannaFightTonight & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Y5GtaTrPHM }

#WhoIsMerry? Question is, #WhereIsMary? #MeTwo #MeOne1Too

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WHERE’S MARY NOW? AP-BITTEN*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 19, 2018

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When the never-never land allows #Facebook #Bing #Yahoo and BOOM, my world’s #bytes

Data in sequence to allow the nature of reality to bleed through holy cracks, itsy-bitsy dots

See outside and inside are One and the same things, life and death souls are also the same

You can get everything you need and all of what you want the moment you lose the flame.

Imaginary idiots becoming who you’ve always been and always will be, ALIVE at 0600 AM

Without a stitch of infection within the holy holes of the two hundred eight bones, body slam

Old days and old dudes are a whole lot different to this world than the elder wise female jeans

Back pockets, pocket books and pick pockets all on the bus together, ready for prison scenes.

I am in love, Zeus, an idiot, a moron and bloody god named Thor walk into a bar of hard rock

Why am I in love with the #SpiritusSanctus? There it is runnin’ my body and soul, that’s all

It is the fuel for the engine I call the transitory bones unburied so far, but on their way to hell

Underground, undersea, underarms, #UnderTheGun #ACDC Conscience of the Nation kilt.

Draped over the privacy of the species, the pletes and the creases hide the nature of the dead

High on the list of not being bitten, it is the first thing chopped and sprinkled on the #Mash

Old ladies all know the secrets of the porridge that they mix in their hearts, souls and head

Dope is not the answer although to be a dopey dwarf at the Yule Tide is OK with God’s bed.

In this void, you and I see the whole shebang clearly but we cannot accept that we’re All alone

We’re all there is, no UFO’s, nothing alive from another planet in this or other systems’ bones

Young or old you’re gonna die, like it or not, your life will metastasize into the death of cells

It is what it is, form, shape of the cells, the dot, the line, the angle, triangle and squared hell.

OK, you’re lost now, dedicate your life to staring at nothing, you’ll be where you’re going now

Stoned out of your mind and being the rock of Marconi’s listener-ship, the strong arm of Getty

Tells you in a hammerlock that you’d better obey the law or be punished by the #Law, crazy

Hard rocks and a Hard #Dump will annihilate the bio-metrics of a stooge’s bloody low blow.

It all comes out in the end, what you don’t know’ll hurt you, no warning instructions included

Hydrate, consume massive amounts of fiber to get the deadmeat, foul grain to exit a #Brexit

Final and over when the message gets all the way up to Mary’s jugulars, she’s #waygone dead

Luck’s everything, fortune or an alternative which is personal extinction is it, oh Mary, caput!

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r j j stephan, i * { header is sister-meme hohoho..HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRIST-MAS }

c. FREEZEMBER NINETEEN, TWENTY EIGHTEEN A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to the mighty drones called, Armstrong & Getty #ConscienceOfTheNation blab-noggins & listenin’ durin’ commercial breaks to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xtDkLI5GxwE }

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 18, 2018

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I got your foxy locks right here you punk, baby gangsters on the block used to shout me down

Suddenly I rose to the top of the comedy troupe and became the next best thing to a frown

Dreaded fear of Nothing, being lost in the middle of space all alone, causing this here’s Time

To become a ‘Thing’ itself, a miracle of life in the Void’s darkness, a fait accompli, hard crime.

In the deep, blackness of the oceans and seas of the Terra Ferma unknown, a perpetual head

Of Nothing, deep within those bowels of the divine comedy of dreams, asleep always, forever

Way back when and sometime in the near future, you will be dead and gone, yea, I said Dead

Soul, spirit, consciousness, ego, id or the True Self, all is One and the same, whatever I said.

For the sake of the culture and the civilization of humanity, those who can’t will not, or else

But those who can must do the right thing at the critical moment of the pending doom bells

Ringing from sea to reflecting sea, pole to pole, the sound of music heard everywhere in hell

Where we want to go is to get away from those ear-ringing, unethical founts of pure muscle.

Function of the equation is the measurement of the volume and substance of the thing itself

Pick and pull what you want from the junkyard, put it all together just like a crew of 7 elves

Baby it is cold outside but I still want to get away from it all and dissolve into the matrices

Calibrated the notions, came to induced deductions that led to fallacious conclusion sizes.

Fox of the skulk exited due to being sick and tired of fighting, hunting, mating, being so sly

I wait for the hell’s bells to ring me back to the place I came from, my origin’s empty Hole

From inside an insidious vacuum of Suck and Blow, UFO rolled stones, dessert Nye county

#Skunkwerk of germans, italians, chinese and outerspace UFO crashes, secret ebb to flow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. FREEZEMBER EIGHTEEN, 2018 AD

{ drafted while jammin’ on the Trans-Siberian Orchestra on youTube Christmas musical orchestration link @ https://youtu.be/MHioIlbnS_A }

 

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