HAPPY ALL SAINTS DAY @PapaFrancis & the minions of my forefathers and foremothers ad infinitum! #EaglesRuleInFlight

A BIG ONE GOT AWAY, IT’S A CRIME

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 1, 2019

--------------- FREEDOM AIN'T FREE -------------

If you think you’re gettin’ over then you just don’t get it, nobody gets over it, all, none

Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter, it’s gonna happen anyways, 5 in the cold morning

Maybe on the way to work or on vacation or maybe just in your sleep, before AM sun

For the sake and for the purpose of the species genome, we’re filled and bleed red blood.

It may be blue, runnin’ through the veins for mosquitoes to suck out life while still blue

Before it gets back to the heart to flow from head to toe, fed my mind and soul, but it’ll fly

Landed right here and now in front of the scales, to weigh my doubts casting spells to die

Friends, foes hit witches all alike, the same exact measure of west side, blind faith brew.

Gone way before the Time in Space was finished with God’s dam and animated toys n’ boys

Alive in caves, condos, tents, campers and high redwood trees, livin’ as high as a man can be

Inside the body and what’s left of the blown away wits, live like whales in the river, no can do

Run out of the room to swim up and downstream, sea to shining sea, pole to pole, let us go!

Wait! What? We’re already gone with the stars, stripes, bars, red, green, blue and pure white

As it is when you’re blinded by stars, staring into the sun’s bright burn, killin’ what don’t fight

Eating, absorbing and defecating the feces of faces, Adam’s, Eve’s matrix of ruby red road dirt

Full of the matter, made the energy squeeze into 208 bones, word a tie-died Dead Lot T-shirt.

Days gone, I’ve been gone quite a while and still hear the sounds of the Eagles Talon on prey

Grabbing and squeezing the breath back into the thin air above and below, rolled in the hay

Princes and paupers, boys and girls, all with the code of Acid, sunlight’s animation of gases

Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, CO2 kept us alive and caused the happy ending for the masses.

Ripped up the roads and paper trails, kept us alive for thousands of years, all up in gunsmoke

Fired up from hot, flame sparks, matches sulfur on hard strikers, friction’s never a funny joke

What made us all too human, fire for life and death, solar signals creating bytes and synapses

On the nature of the Word made Flesh, what’s already been said you know, a red heart seizes.

A big one came and went without me, it got away fast like a ship in the night, a diamond word

It was a title, beginning and end of the story, our story, every one of us, with or without a bird

White dove of paradise being the spirit of the Holy of Holies, where the choir sings the hymn

Mighty and weak, all here fine or in decline, the price is high enough to pay, all you got Slim!

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r j j stephan, i

c. BLOVEMBER 1ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of the heavens while listenin’ to #Golddust of Joe Walsh @Daryl's House Club jammin’ in the garage on youTube link @https://youtu.be/efB3aQkZS1g }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThisTownAintGotNoHeart #ShakeDownStreet #JustGottaPokeAround *FOR THE EYES THAT SPOOK EASILY! DO NOT PASS AWAY!

STRANGE BUT, WHICH WITCH?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 31, 2019

------------------midnight past----------------

Good, bad and ugly, we witches got it all, full throttle to the finish line, nowhere in sight

It’s a matter of form and when you discover the nature of babies, you will just wanna fight

With me or anyone in sight of your knuckles, fists and feet, miles from the ending, I move

On and off at my own will, free as it can be, assuming I am here at all, laughin’ my groove.

Punishment and reward for the things we do, good, bad and indifferent, I am what I am

What that is cannot be determined, it’s an indeterminate principle, bumpy road of the jam

Traffic moves inch by inch and I fall deep asleep before the dream ends, I live, I die, in L.A.

But why, accident or punishment for disobedience of a cosmic source, jezus, god or the RA.

I ain’t from Carolina or Mississippi but I’ve been down south to visit the folks incarcerated

Here and now with the crackers and the honkees on the block, on the farm, the livin’ dead

Nothing to do when you’re locked up for breakin’ laws of man and god as above, so below me

Jack rabbits dyin’ for my campfire, I eat the muscle off their T-bones, hey, freedom ain’t free.

Compare this magic of these words to the magic of the spells of witches’ and warlocks’ gods

What matters in the long and short run is that I’m alive, still above the ground, chewing cud

One on and off turning into two, three ad infinitum, population rollin’ along the marble slab

Earth, the planet, the dead star stuff, it will be alright when you die, chill out now, be a slob.

That witch in the house up the hill, where ghosts go in the daytime to hide from what I say

Battered women and downtrodden men, honkies, punks and gangsters, live a day & then die

No way to predict the nature of the beast or what exactly will happen now, bright light of day

Wake up, go back to sleep cowboys! Sky is high but so is your head so git ready to deep fry.

Crackers and honkies playin’ with lady luck like it’s their right to capture the swag, in the hay

Locked and loaded to put a round in my heart, stone dead to the rest of the DNA, what I say?

Beat me and I’ll beat you back, up and down until you don’t know your name, dead and gone

Hustled ladies and gentlemen and put their ghosts inside their 208 bones for the corn pone.

Busted loose from the matrix with the head witch and her minions, holy ghouls and goblins

I can’t confront that one trick pony, so strange in or out of the grave, live or dead mortal sins

Bobbin’ for apples, pinnin’ tails on the donkey, watchin’ the days pass like pills in a pill box

Every week emptied and refilled for the duration of the huffs and puffs I get, God, life rocks!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER 31, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #HOLOWEEN JAMZ on youTube #RunninWithTheDevil etc link @ https://youtu.be/HefrXSUMbEA & gettin’ ready to bake some DEAD TREATS for the ghouls link @ https://www.food.com/recipe/corn-pone-225175 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GoHomeNow #Woke #STFU #InsuboordinateRedRocks

AYE, HOMEYS, YOU & A MF DAM *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 30, 2019

------------- WTF -------------

Can you say court martial, wild-ass kid warriors disobeying orders of 5 & dime commanders

Orders that are followed by the marching soldiers are fine, treason is afoot, whistleblowers

Can’t even whistle with their lips, they use their voice and mindless brain to yell to enemies

A man with a uniform is the same as a naked ape with a job, some hairy some bald, all spies.

If you’re born stupid because of your ma and pa, it’s not your fault but you’re still stupid y’all

Just because the act of conception made you come here to play in the past, present and future

It does not mean that you have a special circumstance for your spirit, like Buddha and Jesus

Please and thank you, be my ally or my enemy but you cannot be neutral, friend of foe of U.S.

Picking up pieces that were left to your grandparents, become a pariah, a-floppin’ on the deck

A farce and a ruse for the game of existence, rules not written but understood, what the heck

I mean, be a creator that caretakes the creation, do I need to advise the almighty gods’ group

Positively negative, an idiot and moron walked into a bar, big bad wolf stirs the cosmic soup.

Primary colors, red, blue, yellow will make the world you live in brighter than a dark farce

Most of the content of this universe is indeed, Nothing at all, planets and stars are scarce

Sisters and brothers ruling and following rules, breaking rules, rewarded and punished US

To be good or evil is all, One must be a good boy and girl, bad and evil live on a magic bus.

Stupid does not hurt but it should, it would force the extinction of the non-compliant DNA ilk

Leaving space and time for the Intelligentsia to enjoy with their caviar, cognac and white milk

Who in the expletive you think you are, who you REALLY are is #FakeNews, you’re wet mud

Random form-shape you see in a mirror is headed to inevitable extinction, naked apes’ blood.

Disgraced and abandoned, walking alone without a gang or crew, no family, just dead & gone

Happens when you exit the entrance for the clan’s presence on the black and red, dirty loam

Growth of seeds in the mud with the salt and freshwater fish, diving, becoming my meal time

Animated rocks and hard stars’ lava spinning on an evil genius’ axis’, chasing God to Rome.

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r j j stephan, i * PICK-UP ring ring, #KeepDrivinPedalToTheFloor #WhiskeyTalkin’

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 30TH, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ ...dots connected, pretendin’ & listenin’ to Alexander King Chillout #TakeABulletForYou & #ItIsWhatItIS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }

FINIS