#Ends #BeforeWeGoAnyFurtherIWantMyEnds @FreewayOfLove

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A ROCK & A REAL SWEET ROLL, KID

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, January 23, 2019

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Days like this, I wake up before dawn, shocked by light as it first shows the darkness’ shine

Absence of the star’s shadow dance, as the Earth revolves the mamas along a fake-ecliptic

Electronic circling of a nucleus, no answer, no question but which elemental bones are mine

Circle MY power that is the thing itself, the source of the moods of your spouse’s sweet wine.

Supernatural or not, as slick and smooth as the polished steel of your Acura SUV, love-bones

Nothing between the ears, in the mind, in the soul, no common sense, no reason to be loved

Specks of wasted, atomic fission and fusion in a holy void, mindless blind faith, yet flightless

Dream’s all over when you blink your final eye wink, omega gasp for your checkmate chess.

You might be a fool or a wiseman or a fool’s mate but either way, you’re a joker without beer

Serving your master is what you will do, like it or not, slave to the Earth’s gravity and blue sea

Businessman or decrepit ne’er-do-well all do it, serving the thing itself, the merge with a seer

Your rights are just your own illusion until they pop into the great #WideOpen, misfit to Me.

Just the result of gamete and egg DNA, that’s all the devil is, in the details, dream to be awake

If you don’t figure who you’ll serve, you’ll still serve SOMEBODY, greater or small snowflake

Every sound made by the atoms motion waves ringin’ the hearing, blindin’ the hindsight scar

All or none of it, Alpha, Omega mystic sea wind, yet still in a Jack Daniels’ vapor, jellyroll liar.

Get that sheet of ice off of The Lake, blow it across the LSD to Michigan Av where it belongs

Freezin’ the ear muffs and muck lucks off of the girls, keepin’ the boys’ hands full of wrongs

Catholic schools did no good for the bad boys and girls who found the hood was their home

Joined the service or imprisoned to get away from it all, abused children ruling class, shalom!

All of the tea in China and all of the gold in the Sierra Nevada can’t buy immortality for y’all

Nothing but a promise to take care of the invisible you, the soul of a human being, happy call

To be or not to be happy is the only important question that beckons the answer, to be a blow

Hating the not to be, the death of the friends and enemies, like the food we eat, come and go.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. January 23, 2019 A.D. Wednesday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while in #Alpha wave #Omega frequency listenin’ to Everlast etc, etc, etc ad infinitum, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qA1nGPM9yHA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FascinatingFaunaOfTerraFerma #LetUsBoogie

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HANDING IT TO FREEZE FRAMES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 22, 2019

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Who are you wavin’ at? We’re goin’ ridin’ on the freeway you jokers, y’all can’t make it rhyme

For this here or that there nonsense where people wonder why angels groove like they all do

Lovers down here are hard to handle, some, they leave you stranded without a dime in Time

Nothing in or out of my mind can recollect the nature of the original tattoo of me and you.

A love in the middle of my living heart, beating and pushing the blood in and out is all bygone

Down the flow of the gravitational collapse and mind-blowing punctures from random spears

There’s never any fun when the fun is all over, once in a while “like” me on my scarlet i-phone

When a smoke was a smoke, I quit to live longer but we all gotta go anyway, someday killers.

Grown from boys and girls of the greatest country ever known to man, a heart of rock and roll

From ghettos in cities and empty hollers in the country, fools’ smiles, smokin’ it all in a bowl

Dancin’ and laughin’ with our friends from teenager years until the military draft for the war

Surprised I’m still livin’ and laughin’ at #WhatThisIs, a beast within knows what’s in store.

A heart repaired yet scarred with the disappointment of a wicked brain not deserving angels

Sun doesn’t come up but we do spin around in circles on the rocks and dirt, ring your bells?

I’m not your daddy or your professor, use #Webster and #Google for that there but this here?

Put your contentment on target, home in on the OM signal, vibrate in the muddy, my dear.

Takin’ a picture of the folks makes you remember when a smoke was a smoke, groovin’ down

Laughin’ because somebody said to smile for the snapshot, then you freeze like a statue frown

Surprise that one day will be the last one you get to think about the nature of Truth and Pain

Feelin’ like Power has deserted One in the middle of battle & I still survive, an angel drinkin’.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday January 22, 2019 AD @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to CARLOS SANTANA & Rob Thomas #Smooth @ https://youtu.be/6Whgn_iE5uc & Los Lonely Boys HITS like #Heaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FeelinAlright @JoeCocker #MotorBoatin' @LittleBigTown @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

SCHADENFREUDE IS WHAT I GOT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 21, 2019

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Baby, you broke my heart and lost my soul the day you left, now what I got? Bullets at sea

Nobody will ever know the pain that the rain’s been in, what a clown, it’s an end around-fake

Lying to me is just fine but you better fact check your data bytes, good to be a glacier wet lake

Use logic and others irrationality of the skulls, great lakes’ ice where great oceans used to be.

Imagination of a chain of fools on the planet before each day before lunch, an apeman Id

Cavemen UFO aliens in the balls and halls, movin’ a chain of fools to a Chi-town done deal

Forgotten on purpose because the alternative is unacceptable, that is for certain a win bid

Choosing the shortcut, easier way to make a groove in the surface, to keep the oreos real.

Peeking behind the mask and the disguise from your eyes and ears, that’s a MF shock

You can bet life is not what you thing it is, what you’ve been taught by the dead’s a shock

Love’s all you got, it’s all I got, it’s all we all got, without that, it’s a dead T-bone orbitin’

Around and around, going away and coming back until the Singularity pops your zazen.

Not my fault at all, just because I call y’all’s bluff of being uber-ebullient, fatherless fodder

Drunken roll of the bones up against the wall, shake down back alley, kicked my crystal blues

Punks’ swollen cheeks from eating the trees’ nuts so that even 911 won’t get inception header

Howling at the blue moon, beast within begins to transform form into a matter of fake news.

Now that I can’t embarrass anyone left alive on Earth, there is one thought I can’t eliminate

That I am, my ego, my self-consciousness, my bundle of memories, maybe someone I had ate

We exist and breathe from day to day, as the Earth revolution orbits a plethora of self doubt

Forced execution of the Cause and the Effect, no Free Will, it’s a manic rat crime... I’m out.

Lugubrious song becoming blithesome because it mirrors my own querulous nature, a shame

I feel some schadenfreude when I see the villains recover their karma and feel justice’s game

Doin’ unto the others like it or not gives you the opportunity to NOT do unto the others, One

Never two or more to answer to, you are everyone and vice versa, atomic chain reactions, son.

Full of feelings of compunction, umbrage, a belligerent, bizarre desire to caress needles down

When I need it or not, it gets under my voodoo, down at times before I ever get a dour frown

What it is that I’m supposed to be up against, I have theories but need contextual DNA zoom

Timorous without reason, my bonhomie wistfully glides into dire straits, pique of god-doom.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday January 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PDT

{ smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em...that’s what the TI’s used to say in USAF basic training tour of duty, it was like this song by Sublime called #Jailhouse link youTube @ https://youtu.be/bjRuymXmomE }

 

 

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