#ROCKundROLL #ZEITGEIST #BonJour!

GET READY, #ZEITGEIST, IT’LL BE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, March 21, 2019

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Tryin’ not to keep eating food because we’re runnin’ out of the dead stuff and all grain blown

Human beings come from an evolution of Nothing, just a dream in a Godhead, you’re known

Stick it in a multidimensional jungle, grubs on rotten logs, eat ‘em until you turn to maggots

Eliminate the culture and civilization from your intense hope for immortality of soul debts.

Hit the balls in the holes, thrown and caught balls, passed and shot balls, nitwit, Eros cut

You can believe anything but you’ll never know if it’s the Truth or not until you fall caput

Down the hatch of paradise here on Earth, shopping malls in the cities of roses and cess

In a pool or in the deep, blue sea, it all winds up there in space, sins the human’ll confess.

Disobeying rules and laws of nature and the divine origin of our circus, Being is here and now

Living and let living, able to defend the ones who want your stuff and your life if you’re a cow

Refuse to let your mind wander to the hunger you feel for the cheeseburger in paradise’s shoe

Morality and the rules of the road be damned, heathens wanted to lower the nation’s low IQ.

Free will to stay alive if and only if you work for the living, or beg at the freeway exits’ signs

Think about your hunger, your friends and families hunger, the inhumane hunger for fines

Pay the tides to your communist community, you keep the dying from becoming holy drills

Of you and me and every other living thing, it’s not our fault, it’s just a fact, #Cosmos kills.

On an unconscious burn of imploded explosion, you won’t see it comin’, me, I’m already gone

Punks and fabulous moments spent inside of their heads, where the holy keep a big cellphone

Boxing and wrestling with the hopeless people left on the riverbeds, backstreets, ghostwritten

Homeless are the USA military vets and children of welfare aid, bacterial farm for mortal sin.

Bring it on down to the foundation, recollect the day before you were conceived by sex rocks

Now, you remember, there you go, yes, absolutely empty nothing there, no concept to analyze

Language to help the chaos from becoming your daily bread, ten commandments, be the byte

Do to other living things like you’d want them to do to you, Void is terror, feel Omega fright.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is a caricature of the #MightyMouth of #Stones - M.J.

c. Le jeudi 21 mars 2019 Anno Domini à 09h11, heure normale du Pacifique

{ drafted while listenin’ to 50s & 60s R&R collection on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/POEhK88qwM0 & The Rolling Stones latest jamz @ https://youtu.be/9WqQyMsonQ0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FakeBlues #NoNewsIsGoodNews #Josephine @UncleKracker

#FAKEbLUES & YO’ MAMA *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, March 20, 2019

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She came literally out of nowhere, dysfunctional mutation, handful of virgin DNA acid

At a moment before Time began, Earth was not in orbit, a thought of a being not, horrid

Be that as it may, woe betide you who disregard the lights flashin’ on the mean, past tense

Nothing vulgar just symbolically without matter or energy, a sign without being, Prince.

Roll the bones, play the cards close to your vest, bet, bluff and call the raise, it is #Winning

That is all that counts, losing is for losers and not for the winners in this or a hell’s Sing Sing

On Earth, on the moon, any other planet in this solo solar system, everything’s art, holy black

No color or brightness here and now, only dark, Nothing lives or dies, Soul’s Nothing, Jack!

In it to win it or born a loser who is destined for the six feet under ritual, or natural rotting

Memory left on paper or granite walls to analyze and criticize for the lack of future shocking

Come into blinding light and look in the mirror, reflect on a memory of what will disappear

In a NYC minute, an iota of Time’s Space, on the ground, on the air, I’m morbidly blind Fear.

So, I am since I have no choice to be or not to be, I seek Truth within an abandoned beehive

In English or any other human linguistic application, signs of hands, arthritic and not alive

Trying to convey ignorance and blind faith’s loathing fear of the ENDS, to suffocate the bird

Never did and never will exist in or out of Time and Space, no Thor, no Zeus, no Ala or Word.

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r j j stephan, i { *Header of poem is #FWAAT ‘I’ looked like prior to my idea/conception! }

c. March 20, 2019 A.D. Weds @ 10:10 AM PST {dedicated to gramma, sister & cousin Josie}

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #UncleKracker #Josephine *happy hour on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oLHx-SDPHYs?list=PLgcK8nVazACaxxa4tER4Ee6pOny4H0-x5 }

FINIS +

#DrySkin #WetSkin #MySkin #StaySkinny #NoButtsBoutIt #runawayJane

THAT IS ALL THERE IS Y’ALL *

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Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Monday, March 18, 2019

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Make the world? Not even close for the denizens of Earth, you are a speck and I am even less

Now you’re scaring me! I have a relatively large ego and I am more than a speck, I’m a soul

In a black hole maybe nevertheless, just a deep, empty void of nothingness, before the Words

At One moment of Nature’s First Cause, Oneness splitting as an atom’s split into two worlds.

Under a microscope, invisible to human eyes, things are alive and moving to and fro in doom

Off of the books in your mother’s womb you go, from nowhere to here and now, badaboom

If and only if you know what happens after the living things die, you’ll know fate’s holy Life

All lives matter for certain, it’s a balance of the good and the evil of the beautiful, loving wife.

If you write a book that nobody reads, was that really a necessary reason for living? Just die!

There’ll be nothing but a rock above ground above a metal or cardboard box, nobody too high

Conditions are ripe for the fruit on the vine to be picked and sucked dry of it’s mineral hiccup

Up and away from the ground of being, the chatter ceases, the blame, the obligations fade up.

Pretend you are on your last ten breaths of life for a moment, you can return to home insane

Jumping into a deep end is better for your head, no pressure sub-surface, deal top of the deck

As above the #ThinBlueLine, so below the #PlanetCore, academics prowl for purpose in vain

Utterly One, being this thing itself completes this imaginary, logical, circular insanity of pain.

Back down to conscious, consciences inside the things themselves, imagine you in a vacuum

In the jungle where bugs and cats want to eat you raw, without the fire, survivors in the ice

Frozen brain in a survival mode without a cerebral cortex, not a naked ape girl or boy person

Halfway house crows sqwaukin’, shoppin’ cart thieves, rollin’ & rottin’ in a Man’s fake prison.

Be born for a reason or none at all, die for a reason or none at all, this makes sense to whom?

If there was no reason to be conceived, there’s no reason to live since inevitable death says it

We’re #Scroomed and that is screwed and doomed together and #AtOne without fake doom

It’s the real one, souls go there, nothing moves, nothing twists, emptiness’ tryst loves #Chit.

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r j j stephan, i { * THE last flash you’ll see B4 your own lights go out! Enjoy! Bon appetite! }

c. 3-18-2019 A.D. Lundi @ 7:47 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Nickelback #IfTodayWasYourLastDay & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lrXIQQ8PeRs?list=PLKE4WpGi4wJoTONZB19Iu6a-F3klNJ8yL }

W.W.A.R.D. ?