#ViceIsNice #NiceGirlsDontDoItInTheRoad

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

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What’ll be won’t have any bearing on the fact this dream within, is intel of old scarred heads

No fear, born in 2nd city’s alleys, attitude caught from holy bull’s shat, rice patty sewer dogs

No kind of talent other than to know the Truth about why existence is what it is, all he dreads

We get blind faith #FakeNews truth about what tattletales want to blab to the angels’ blogs.

Choices to be or not to be for all, from premature babies in the laps of the mothers of us all

From the place in Limbo on to the fire of the purge, everything goes up/down the drain to fall

Down to the bottom of the furthest depth next to the fired up core, a nanosecond, on a dime

A fight to the finish and then anointing the forehead in front of the brain with a lobe on time

Fighting for the survival of your very being, consciousness, mind in a brain’s split personality

Schizophrenic dyslexia and a healthy dose of fractal fret-shredding is what I dig about it, P

I know that it’s been said somewhere, both of us know, on a wall, in a book, from God’s ears

Lips flapping with the emptiness of the gums, nails broken in the hand bones of all our peers.

Music tapping inside my ears, causing my feet to tap the Origin, getting a soul to loathe a sin

On the castrated axes, it’s written that ma and pa warned us about it, triggered all naked apes

Need some Southern comfort to express the joy I have for the facts of life, she destroyed tapes

Blue data about you? From Maine to Carolina, wanna go be on a wave, hangin’ ‘10’ surfin’.

Hated the love and loved the hate, just like lover do, playin’ the hard-ass soft, #FakeNew pest

Wherever sound emits from tubes of air or plucking ten gauge wire from a fake cardiac arrest

Simple mind for me, just a simple guy, turned around from fearing and loathing master bone

Where 32 teeth and blackened eyes remain embedded in jaws, etched deeply in a cross stone.

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r j j stephan, i

MARY HAD A BIG LAMB, BAT SCARS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 12, 2019

c. May 12th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ WROTE while deep in the 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan 1985 @Montreux concert from the #completeEpicRecordingscollection (LIVE) link @ https://youtu.be/mMTblDDqJUA }

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FINIS

#IHaveAQuestion #YouHaveNoAnswer #None #Nugatory #VOID

AGITATED, A B-767 BLEW IT BLUE*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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Mama, oh mama, I remember cryin’ for the milk, the touch of your sweet olive skin’s bones

I know that the guy I grew up to be, whatever that description provided may give you solace

I welcome, as high as you flew, way up there where none of the living down here can go for it

But you know what, you didn’t want to go there and you had to anyways, did you meet God?

Of course you did, no pasta but at least the peace and release from the two-by-two expresso

On your wrists and ankles from the #Depression to the #Invasion and #SpaceAgitation flow

Completely under witch’s and warlock’s spells of the occult wisdom, pass the wizard of Ozing

My dear, stop, look, and listen for absolutely nothing, zero, an absolute soul survival thing.

Beautiful and handsome, abhorant and revolting, all of it is right here and now, mud of fear

What you’re afraid of is the lonlieness of being all alone in the middle of nowhere without me

No light at the end of a tunnel you’re in, it’s not your fault it’s just the luck of the draw’s burn

Carefully written in the proper sequence of word, phrases, paragraphs, I think it’s my turn.

I’ve got some news for you, I can sing, I can write, I can work, I can play, can’t be the #1 King

They’re the skin and bones in the menudo, monitoring recipes of fake-Holy nights and days

In my castle’s black tower, I can see in the dark with torch fire, stairwells to heaven, oh I sing

Up and away, it’s as it always was above and below, a notion of my dad, a God, Sonny’s rays.

Rockin’ my baby, rock-a-by in Rocklin, where I made bricks to build the little baby’s business

What it’s all about, staying hungry isn’t the intention of mama and papa, but on your knees

Is where you get to sooner or later, up to the #Northpole or down in #Capetown, dead & gone

Fearing death has no effect on this here, you gotta go when it’s that Time, givin’ the dog bone.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is our beautiful mother as most of DEAD have never seen! It’s alive!

c. May 11, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while “AGITATED” & listenin’ (watchin’ a video) of the 715 planets of #NewWorlds discovered by #NASA link @ https://youtu.be/YmcEgOZAxhI }

w.w.a.r.d.?

#Triggered #InfiniteExtinction #WellKissJustAsBefore

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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019

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In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla

Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma

Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup

Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.

Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me

Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free

Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab

God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.

Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate

Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate

Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions

Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.

Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling

A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears

Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing

If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.

We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward

In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird

From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind

Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.

Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze

It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God

It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood

Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.

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r j j stephan, i

 

* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!

 

c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

 

{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NobodyWantsToGuessWhy #ICameForYouBaby #VoidYourEpicRoyaltyChecks

 FAKE-DEAD, BLACK HOLE BUTTON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 10, 2019

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Out on 1 limb of the tree of knowledge, I found out what I had forgotten, what I couldn’t find

Mixin’ the time sequences up, you can’t recall the Future or return to the Past, I know, I know

I will never learn to keep my big mouth shut like my daddy used to whip it, Kiddie-land mind

I finally without any warning, woke up from the dream inside my head, full of Truth’s blow.

Nobody could ever touch my soul or my heart, not this Time in Space or another, I am One

I am not sorry that I can’t be two, or you or three or four or a whole world of continental fun

Waxed and waned with the lunar revolution, wobbled on the axis and sucked out the helium

Left nothing to mix with the elemental origin, the Gold, the Silver, the yellow cake uranium.

In the singularity you will go way down to the never ending rabbit hole of Alice and the cafe

No coffee, no tea, no 7UP or Pepsi, no Mountain Dew or Root Bear, nothing to drink, I say!

Counting backward from ten down to one, then in an instant, in a heartbeat, I know nothing

You know all that’ll be known before extinction, singular dot of conception’s orgasmic song.

Regardless of what it is, the alter ego always wins the trophy wife of high school flash mobs

Vicious and pernicious yet compassionately humane, this Holy Boat sank long ago, we slobs

Moved inside of the dirty ashes, being wide open to consummation of mother-earthen things

Not by a carnivore or bacterial infections of mere mortals, but a divine suicide of God wings.

Red button and a black hole are the target of the dreaded last arrow, to the target’s near miss

Bull’s eyed fear of nothing but the emptiness you originated from, escaped from there to here

Price to pay for that, you forgot why you came, you wanted a reminder that could not appear

In Ether, driven heavy metal home for those who’d kill life, war kills the red flags of showbiz.

Bubbles breakin’ the thin line dividing inside from outside, allowing the acid to animate cells

DNA coded sequences ruptured by mutations from the solar protuberances and space balls

Been a red button leader doomed to return back to GO without collection the one old C-note

Keepin’ Soul-happy, feelings of the head red-heart copacetic, all you need’s Love, #FakeFloat.

The beginning started at the bitter end and remained right there in the muck and mire, Earth

A third planet from the sun or so they’ve said, compiled among the graphic equations of birth

It’ll help ones who don’t know it, the ones in ignorance of common sense will never, ever do it

Like Ones used up and spit out, two by two out of the arc, a reaper’s wheel house is evil, Live.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 10, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Eagles #HoleInTheWorld youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune

...dancin' by themselves 'cause they can buy their own drinks and take themselves 

to bed....be their own boyfriends, #PayTheirOwnTab!  #LetsGo  #DontNeedNobodyElse

W.W.A.R.D.?

Stargard - Which Way Is Up 1977 (Virus Mix)

W.W.A.R.D.?

Deep into a #NewYorkStateOfMInd #HappyBirthdayBillyJoelNumber70 #BruceSpringsteen #BillyJoel & #AlexaJoel

WHITE HOLES, RA & MIGHTY THOR

by
Richard Joseph Stephan  · Thursday, May 9th, 2019
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Spread nanoseconds of square feet above and below the planet’s surface, #HolyBlue ball

It’s a matter of black/white notions with no substance of The Form, Essence of #TheWall

You must be insane to be thinking beyond the ethics and morality of the tribes in conflation

It is the government of the germs and the people that is sacrosanct, alternative is extinction.

You’re a tool of the extinction, I am not, I cancel everything I can and delete the trails’ tracks

Into the Singularity I go once again, it’s a stretched out into an inside-out dot, pointed hacks

Hack or not to hack you while you read WORD play of a stranger hidden away in a lion’s den

It’s a MEME of the singularity, the inner core of the Void of your consciousness, an ego’s Id.

Fool me three times to strike out, I swing at anything that looks like it’s comin’ home to me

Tendencies of the animals to be eaten or buried underground with the rest of the dead bones

All movements from alpha to omega abstraction of the first to the last breath, a place in space

Snap your Achilles tendons and feel the downfall, Adam-Eve night, it’s a survival spade, Ace!

You will become identical to what you were before your mother and father conceived you, yea

That is it, written words of promises to return to nowhere, except in the NY state of my mind

Big Guy in the sky, above the moon, above the law of the good, the bad and the ugly, ad-lib it

Awakened, blinded by ultraviolet wavelengths of unburdened neutrinos in deep space’s chit.

OK, OK, OK, it’s failure to launch a boomerang from the angle of the dangle, hammer down

Thor lost the hammer, dropped the armor and helmet, naked ape still, mortally soul flown

#Odin and #Jord bore #Donnar before #Buddah #Krishno #Mao & #Christ, #Mjolnir’s pet

I can’t hold back the origin of the Void, a Singularity all in my mind, billionaires owed debt.

I need to burn leaves wrapped in paper (cigars and cigarettes) I need to find gold lottery wins

Vaping numbers, guessing random retrieval of digital dots, the winning ones, holy addiction

But and also, there’s no reason for the play, the acts on stage, the finales of waling, gnashing

Drunken nerds of grand-folks stuck in this here loop of providence, zip, black hole, Nothing!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

* RåGodt, snap Thor’s tendons, we’ll feel the burn? Run in spades/shoveled Aces in the Ho!

{ ...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }

#NEWYAAAAK
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ParticlesAreAlive #DeathIsIllusory #DimensionsOfSpaceAndTime #AtomAndEVA #DragParticlesOfHiggsBoson #GitYourOwnBoson

* * *

 QUARK NUKES, INFINITE MATTERS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 8, 2019

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Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to review and verify at home

On the planet Earth or so I’ve been told and persuaded by the K-12 & professors of my butt

Put the key in the lock, twist and turn back and forth but it was tight and rusted tight-shut

Walked the middle road, one foot in front of the other, rollin’ life in a bag under a holy dome.

Outside of red dirt, eight miles higher than my friends’ enemies, my soul brothers and sisters

So I’m told, that’s where emptiness hits you in the solar plexus, drinkin’ twelve packs of beers

All are one and one are all, the three musketeers and the holy trinity trigger the swords’ fuss

Slices diagonally horizontal cuts until the pieces of flesh fall into medicated goo, stars dust.

Everybody wants to know what nobody will ever find out before they take their last breaths

Here and now won’t be there and then but nobody comes back to verify Words of God-men

Little minds in little bodies compared to the rest of the galaxy, a soul, indeed, invisibly seen

As a third eye’s disembodied spirit, nothing alive wants to be what It is, I’m all God’s deaths.

The heart’s the symbol of love but it disintegrates into atoms of matter, finally without reason

It breaks and bleeds out, pumpin’ out dreams of living, animated matter outed, a divine mind

Shots in the dark and blade slashes finish the hidden hit job of the massacred innocents’ skin

Fragile babies, decrepit skulls to toe, all of ‘em gotta go eventually, mighty God’s even Steven.

Down the rabbit hole now, jump in or you’ll get sucked in without your intent to groove, to fly

To the bottom where the core of Being exists in perpetuity, lights all out there, a rodents’ Ga

This is not a test, this reality from birth to death with a dream of nutrients for the mind’s eye

Is it real or fake? Perception, THE FORCE Nuclear gold, infinite weak atoms of Ma and Pa!

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r j j stephan, i { Neutrinos & Quarks suck weak FORCE with gluons of mass-less bosons! }

c. May 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the scents and watchin’ the sounds of noise and silence drove me insanely normal, in trouble like everyone else on Earth, waitin’ for the hammer to come down & listenin’ to the origin of atomic nuclei, @CassiopeiaProjectQuantumElectrodynamics link @ https://youtu.be/KZ67q4pvoHI }

FINIS

#InvestigateNothing #BelieveAnything #RebootYourArse #ItsAShortStoryToo @JoeSatriani #ProfessorSatchafunkilus

GONE FORTH, FEAR THE BRAVERY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 7, 2019

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All you’ve got, grounds of your being here and now, starstruck ground, KingRichard A-bombs

In a whirl of Sanskrit and #ASL the word is that outside of the world as we know it, shaloms

Blackout empty of the gases necessary to provide aerobic and anaerobic respiration, ma and pa

There is nothing before and nothing after this thing, so just do it now before you lose dogma.

I’m not your relative nor your friend, I’m not your supervisor or the national conscience flow

Ring the bells and bang the gongs in front of the queen’s subjects, princess of America hobo

Pure evil momentum to overthrow the crown, the Empire of the Queen propped up by Dukes

Then there’s the non-Catholics, the Calvinists and Protestants of the queen, on the #downlow

Putting up the front for the world at large, whomever looks into a PrimeSeventeen SpyvsSpy

Lookin’ into everybody’s business like it’s nobody’s business, if you know what I mean, guy

Pertaining to you and my enemies and friends who know me and strangers who do not, chill

You have no choice now that you’ve come this far, before you’ve gone too far, back off the hill.

No controversy around my head, your head or the talkin’ head on the idiot box-screen’s waste

Silly rabbits still try to eat the Trix that they’re not allowed to even think about or even taste

Rabbit stew is what kids out of wedlock eat for a free lunch, holy, turtle burgers for everyone

We go out on the limb to fetch the furthest morsel to masticate and swallow whole, it’s done.

Put into the position of the leader or follower, each of us the descendant of alien amoeba ilk

Motivated to animate, run away from things that require foods, flesh, bone and vampire milk

You can always become an idiot as you were or you can remain elevated in your gym shoes

Over or under six or seven feet, that’s all you can look up to when you’re knee high to blues.

All two hundred and eight bones remain behind me, my zeitgeist dropped the load like lead

I knew it was Golden-Lead but it wasn’t the #Kryptonite my mama threw into a quasar head

In the Past this Present was the Future and in the Future this Present will be in the holy tent

Into perspective, nothing to #Fear queen, see the Prince-like signals, American King is sent.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. May 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ crafted in a cosmic halo, bent space & time galactic light while listenin’ to the Suits #DuchessMeghanMarkle #LongLiveTheQueen I mean future king (7th in line) American Royal... bloopers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DfCCpCyf8kQ }

FINIS

Nickelback - This Afternoon #JustLikeFireWould #SmokedMyLastCigaretteInTwoOhNineteen

WATCH THE CLOCK ROCK & ROLL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 6, 2019

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If and only if you have the time, I’ve got the cache in a stash, down with it, sight blindsided

Golden ore in various forms of precious, elemental metal content in pure rat formaldehyde

Whether it’s Truth of the facts of life or the invented Lie by a deep-state spy guy, disguised

As a friend, a relative, a lover, an acquaintance of collusion, addicted to faked passes, I lied.

In or out of the funk, can imagine drowning in the quicksand of civilized discourse squalor

Lucky to be a free-spirit infused angel without the human DNA genome, acid deficiency core

Inside and outside of the being in and out of this dimension of Time, future and past all One

Nothing different to distinguish without the categories and forms of exasperation, it is done.

What time it is depends on where you are at the moment you ask, dimensions are variable

As the world turns around and wobbles on it’s orbit about the sun, I wonder if I’ve fallen up

Because nothing in my life appears to be in the down category, although l am below average

In an essential place to be this thing itself, to be me, be born decades ago in a cribbage cage.

Armed and dangerous to the bare handed self defenders who put themselves in harms way

To be or not to be for equal justice under the universal law of karma, do unto others et al

If nobody hurts or defrauds anyone, then there’s no need to worry about retribution but hey

Keeping track of the good karma I’ve stored, I should be Good to Go at heaven’s pearly gate.

Get out of town, get out of my face and that should take care of the problem of being around

Frequent flyer between flutes and the tom toms, I am runnin’ with the wolves’ silence sound

From Jersey to L.A. I change the Time of night ‘n day, living twice, skippin’ 208 bones apart

Dark black aces and eights, confused, abused dead man’s hands, sanctified my broken heart.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is one of my favorite artists Salvidor Dali and his #Stache - thx Sal }

c. May 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM Lundi

{ drafted while jammin’ to Bruce Springsteen #41SHOTS #HighHopes #HarrysPlace & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rOPDhoZH91g }

***

W.W.A.R.D.?

#KidRock - Cowboy (Dirty) #TheRealMcCoy

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FiddleStix & #MyThoughtsExactly #PrecisionEsotericLogic

U/V BLUE, OLD DAYS, ONE & DONE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 5, 2019

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Just an empty vessel of solid gases from the atmosphere’s exosphere on the perihelion of God

What in the world is out of this world? God is. It is the way of the warrior, weaponized mind

Knowledge and Wisdom of the Good and Evil of the wobbling orbit, the revolution’s scat-free

All that’s left after the light’s gas is used and abused without regard for sharing or humanity.

On the beach waitin’ for the surf to rise above the sandy turf of tuna, skin of the star games

No bench under my arse waitin’ to go into the game, ready to elicit defense of idiotic dames

Looking into and around it, above and below it, fell the distance between atomic infinite suns

Blowing and glowing, it’s all they do, it’s the function of the atomic genome of misery’s funds.

Days blown, nighttime is all that can shown to the players of The End games of the Voidish

What appears to be nothing at all, a vacuum without a trace of the past or the future, a Dish

With or without you and me, it’s here, it’s there and everywhere else in the Cosmic menses

For to be or not to be is NOT THE QUEST of the man’s skin and bones, one cell to corpses.

Compound the delivery of the Word with the Meaning and Intent of the Thought, persuasion

That I’m right and you’re either Left or Wrong but in any case, Not Right and that is all of It

Become one with the idea, the thought of the path to return to the memory of life’s BBQ pit

It’s the food we eat, it’s all dead and it allows our life to extend beyond the thirst’s starvation.

You died, you gave it all, at birth or in a battle or at the end of the line’s accidental ceremony

To honor the pointless life of a man or a woman and invent a meaning without the substance

It is what it is to be alive, to be a human, to be a homo sapiens, to be this guy in this company

The master of light, the arbiter of the orbit’s byte off of the solar system’s jazzy blues’ dance.

Just light ‘em up if you got ‘em and that is all she wrote, we fired up those fags on a match

Smoked ten packs in the carton in a week, first call to nicotine addiction, pitched to catch

In between innings in back of the dugout, we huffed and puffed before singles and homers

At bat to hit the ball out of the park, fast or curved balls got the wood goin’ over to Hooters.

Blessed souls and sentenced bodies and bones to the prison’s prism, miracles all shook up

I got chills from the ice around my head and feet, happy to be alive but I forgot my #SECup

Fast ball right down the pipe, eighty MPH screw ball in the unprotected groin for the money

Dreaming big, woke up in a dream, in shackles, nested in a sticky heart, my A-B-C’s honey!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. #CincoDeMayo 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #AlbertKingBlues #DoesElvis HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/am0HO6Ijfyw }

W.W.A.R.D. ?

Biggest Black Holes and Cosmic Monsters - Space Discovery Documentary ALittleDittyFromTheHighlandCity OutOfSightHeartsUptight BUSH #LetUsPray PapaFrancisco

 

OUT OF SIGHT, HEART’S UPTIGHT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 4, 2019

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When your lover leaves you for an hour or a month, only one thing worse, being living the D

Body needs to be pleasing to the sensation, the form, the shape of the genie in the bottle cap

Perform an act three times before a finale comes like you are in the chlorophyll, you’re a sap

Babies in bathwater thrown into the rivers of Green and Ganges, flown into the deep blue sea.

Marginal yet sufficient price to pay for the rights, the privileges, to be wrinkle and Zoloft free

Still I am gonna rub the lamp, the bottle or the skin and bone of The Beautiful’s form of glory

Lickin’ lips because all of the liquid phlegm has receded into a Void’s xylem and phloem holes

We are the Human, food at work, in school or retired from a dirty Earth, a secure social club.

Food? No we’re not, nobody is a cannibal left on Earth, but they used to eat us, alien martian

Left the moon up in heaven to remind us that we were not alone, but now we are, all alone

In a locked barn door or behind the shield of misconception, impression to abort mighty sin

Speed of Light faster than Love wants to be, slow it down to embed the feet in the trap, son.

No, you say, yes maybe so, maybe not, it all depends on the Time and Space of what this is

A dream? Of yours, mine or an unknown xy chromosome from the matrix bones all abuzz

Loving it and hating to be without it, the air I breath, the O2 mix, just right to appear, loves

All of the hearts that beat from the conception to the end, fakin’ all of the PC right moves!

At some point, impressions formed in the light even to the blinded ones, all present on day 1

For no reason other than two genomes licked lips, became One from Two, raw without a bun

Price to pay for the next twenty years, repeat it twice, thrice or half dozen more times, spaced

Good, bad or ugly, black aces and eights runnin’ the dozens on the jive-as of a human erased.

by

r j j stephan, i { *header is #DeadMansHand #Tat #ComeOnInYum - #GenieInABottle ? }

c. May 4th, 2019 A.D. #MayTheFourthBeWitchChew #GottaRubItTheRightWayEh

{ drafted while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera ‘yum’ on Genie in a Bottle ... <3 span=""> sayin’ nope on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kIDWgqDBNXA }

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ChristinaAguilera - #ComeOnOver ( #AllIWantIsYou )

W.W.A.R.D.?

MASTERS PEACE OF DOGWOOD

ANGELS’ STREETCORNER MERCY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 3, 2019

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There is a reason to the rhyme in your prismatic prose, a lack of sensitivity, negligent C-men

From the bowels of the bottom of the meatball wasteland, the Earth supernovas demigods

Souls of One or the Many, on the cages of the masses of third and second classes of a Zazen

Discredit the humanity of it all, revolution from the axis to the equator, supernova gonads.

Spies for the Arctic and the Antarctic cites of the frozen tundra, all the waste conglomerates

At the top above and below at the bottom of the whirling, dead star, dirty planet ozone fates

Comin’ in and out of black holes, the hard rocks turn to soft,hot liquid, ore-rock, lava hotties

Drop the facade and create the Truth out of the Nothingness that existed before gods’ bodies.

Thunder, lightening, fire, water, wind from the revolution and wobble of the twirl’s whirl

It’s a matter if Time and Space, the spin, wobble and flippin’ turns, ad infinitum, endless It

We are not qualified to comment on the nature of Being the source of Being, the Be One All

Unfathomable that your original DNA code is related to Nothing on Earth, heaven’s a ball?

We play ‘ball’ every day, the Earth is a ball, the moon is a ball, the sun is a ball, do it all again

Spring and Summer makes the hitter run about four bases to get home, scoring losers do win

Tell the truth about what you think, true love and smiles, hard to get hard up and in, screws

I am mad at you but I’m not mad, you’ve misconstrued my dream in these ultraviolet blues.

It’s right when it’s wrong sometimes just because you don’t lay down to sleep all alone, ever

Inside the bag of bones I’ve got to animate the thing itself, in the toes or in the brains, never

Never-land is not the end of the line, it’s not curtains down on a stage’s finale, iced giant Red

Bitter end of iced, terrestrial wings’ groove in a magic gas rock, a holy UFO grave, it is said!

Intent causes the effects in your and my reality, whether conscious or unconscious, same old

Ancient texts of human linguistic history from a tower of Babel, mighty blows, spinal tap gold

Take this the wrong way please, you and I, all of us of every culture on Earth fall down to here

Ecstatic, empty void of holy-scat prayers to corpses lovin’ social paradise, holy cheeseburger!

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r j j stephan, i {HEADER is that old 70’s Florida-Alabama-Georgia-Mississippi band }

c. May 3, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MollyHatchet #HaveMercy & HITS on #GatorcCountry CD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PTR13MV4fqc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoNotCuss #FoulLanguageIsBlackHoleSingularityFuel #CrowsOnAMission #DonJuanMatus @CarlosCastenada #IceCream #SoulScream

OUT OF YOUR MIND, SOUL SCREAM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 2, 2019

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With my own eyes, I could not believe what I was seeing, out in front of my pen screamin’

My paintbrush and a plethora of color from white to black and in between, in living colors

Around the turning merry-go-round ad infinitum, liking it or not, it’s all there is, all you got

No turning around from here and now, only going down, never up, it’s too black, no lights!

On another hand, it’s dawning, that we qualify for free gifts of bliss, ignorance and amnesia

It is my treasure chest of inheritance from the original man and woman who began fantasia

Full of the silver and gold that comes from the dead star’s refused fuel, we’re ain’t dead dude!

Infected in the end or at the origin, with the virus and bacteria that qualify for being Good!

Up above and down below the things themselves, I think that I will to be, therefore, ‘I says’

Mother Earth and Father Sun before me and will still exist when I’m done, huzzah, huzzah

Rested underground or in the justice of the free falling volcanic ash-choke, cosmic collapses

Road’s twisted on the way to the dead end, weary hallelujah or not? Creator, Jesus’ Buddha

Periods of the era of human genome are historical some are not, always Dark Days indeed

Affected by all of the lunar and solar effects upon this rock that rolls a dry, wobbling seed

Earth is full of graves of bones for a reason, it’s got nothing to do with God, saints or angels

Sorry, no disrespect but I’ve been blinded by the light of Truth, justice is ringin’ my bells.

Equal and disproportionate piles of ash, liquid rock, bricks in reformulated, lead-mortar balls

No kidding, you know just about all there is to find out, idols will idle, tearing skies drip, cry

Alive, live every moment like it’s the last one you’ve been granted, AC/DC wall of the evil fly

Get more than eight miles high, out of your mind, out of the world as we know it, Adam falls.

Invested time in your golden lead, into the form of a statue’s head, looks in your motley face

Or me or any form of homo sapiens with 208 bones and a ton of guilt for Alpha’s stolen pool

Time and Space becoming the duration in this place, my hometown, my digs without a trace

Deep in the woods, in the jungle, near the caves at the top of the volcano, I still play the fool.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted with grace from above {#MyMuse}, while listenin’ to some Bruce Springsteen #HumanTouch cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bNJA3jCeAR8 }

*Header is one of the VincentVangogogh #masterpieces, #TheScream link to more @ https://youtu.be/boRWPNu_JZA }

W.W.A.R.D.?