#OnFireWithoutASpark #FIRE @sPRINGSTEEN @gUY @pOYNTERS

LOCKDOWN, WORD-UP ROCKAWAY

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, November 23, 2019

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Apple trees or pear trees didn’t matter much, Adam plowed the furrow, Eve’s drained swamp

Nobody and nothing can follow the logic and reason from the premise to the conclusion lump

Everything is all rolled into a ball in outerspace, nothing left except every little thing, Big One

Shakin’ and rattlin’ aged men and young studs just by shakin’ her money makin’ hoochie coo.

Gates of heaven and hell swung wide open and waiting for the minions to thrust in, never out

Once a dot has incarnated and survived still-births of folks who give a damn, twist and shout

Particular to the specific, in general, nothing to me and the perceptions of this reality’s phuq

Orphan or eldest of six, that mama walked, that papa balked and left the whole world to suck.

In a circle’s line drive or a triangle’s 3, 45 degree angles, 3 blind men, 65 chessed out squares

Apples, pears & pomegranate berries, sweet/sour taste of waste, ingrown metaphysical hairs

Tiger by the tail and a lion in the den, the cool cats are all copacetic, 3 course meal is in utero

Cool cats and old coots bringing up the status symbols of the bedroom, sexy mama, no Soho!

Awe and shock being right where it’s always been, behind your baby eyes and nose, in a head

In a mind, full of concocted doors of perception, morality and ethics of live jokers, so dead

Pertaining to the nature of blow and suck, it is what the Earth does, after all is said and done

Mic up the guys in the back of the room, no ladies or girls way back there in the darkness fun.

War of this Earth in the final battle of the cell’s nucleus, nuclear war just a way to Supernova

It’s not personal, the dream of mankind ends just like it began, in a whimper of star dirt caca

Famous or not, The Way of warriors is the only way, the alternative is just to be, a DNA germ

Fight for your right to suck or blow a Goddess’ outerspace face, photo-finished Sperm-worm!

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r j j stephan, i

c. SAMEDI, ROCKTOBER 23RD, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ LIKE a snake slithering from tree to tree lookin’ for a sight for sore eyes, drafted in God’s waterdam listenin’ to mighty @BuddyGuy while angels were walkin’ by the blind men, jammin’ to #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis in a loop, link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LostBrothers #LostSisters #StopBotheringMe #ChainLightening @SteelyDan @AllmanBrothers @BluesBrothers #KatyLIedAgain

SOMEPLACE I CAN DEEP-SLEEP

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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Dear life was what I was clingin’ to when I saw her walkin’ her dog that don’t ever bite

Like a thief in the night, I slipped her love into my darkness and got into the bee’s hive

Strings got attached to it all, from breathing to forty winks 24 and 7, I had never got tied

At the place I was called to be, in the middle of the matrix’ deflated singularity, Katy lied.

Clicking the mouse cursor on the meat and potato #ClickBait hashtags, wastin’ my time

Stupid songs and poetic lines that win nothing but a place on a closet’s shelf, a dust sign

No more colloquiums and nasty white wine’s crackers, Hors d'oeuvres and Cuban cigarillos

I really need to leave for a while, going for a long ride on my horse, #Trigger use me logos!

In the French quarter or the borough where Brooklyn landed, at SFO or MIA, all the same

Men and women doin’ dirty work and the work of God, of the powers that be, glorified fame

Turned heads, turned the world round and round in circles of wobbling, counter revolutions

Numbers came up, counted, divided and multiplied, votes were in, I win, I win the millions.

On the gravel next to the bushes by the railroad tracks, in between the yards of outlaw huts

Always up by dawn and down for the count around bewitching hour, as old bogeymen hunt

Expanding men on this day, the shape grows too large to contain the spirit’s #FakeNews ruts

4Hard ball and soft ball, thrown to be hit out of the park, to die for, I drop back 5 and I punt.

Winners and losers at this juncture of the composition, vying for dominance over fake pain

Miracles of the natural Cause and Effect of the matrix, recorded and forgotten as if never in

Our baby minds evolved into the swell, integrated adult ones, that decide stupid should hurt

Because if you didn’t know it, stupid, you’ll know soon that the jig is up, hold your head high!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 9:99 PM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #MyOldSchool #KatyLied #BadSneakers & HITS by @SteelyDan #SteelyDan & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA & https://youtu.be/shIfrFFUFlY }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@RunawayJune #BlownCover #OverBlownEgo #DeadZoneAhead #SupernaturalCalypsoNight

SEMPER FI, EYES ON #ZZTop PRIZE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 22, 2019

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What is new will be old soon enough, nobody can rush the onward march of the TicToc

Either measured or not, the days and nights swap place in space due to the orbital rock

Regardless of the intention of the ego residing in each one of us humans, alive here, now

Facts of life are few, you live and dive deep into blind faith, reason and logic, above, below.

So I’ve been told, you’re a series of theories in my mind beginning with #WeAreOne, aye

Alternative that we are Many is not only unacceptable but also impossible for a third eye

Going down the rabbit hole while wide awake and alive with a camera crew who followed

Impossible conjunction at the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, good guys get blowed.

From a happy day to a sad day, back and forth ad infinitum, grabbin’ bulls by the balls/horns

Still, I stare at the problem which’s as clear as glass test tubes, vaping goddesses’ native born

Like the smoke from a cigar or a vape or a bong or a hookah, it’s like a forest fire on steroids

Walking slow up the country road like I own the property, I got killed by a lightspeed truck.

As I rose from the dead body bag of bones, I could still hear what played the ties that bind

Spirits go on and on, stopping for a brief moment to tuck in innocent children of self-worth

Or in the case of the lone drifter without a friend, being an orphan with no kin, dust in wind

No chance to be right or wrong and the evil and the good are the same before and afterbirth.

Always keepin’ the eyes on the prize, the beasts who move to and fro, searching unknowns

For this end-game target, the prize at the end of the struggle is at once a One and the Many

Inside of your thinking mind, the container of your understanding languages’ wisdom bones

On Atheist freeway to our #SemperFi hearts, yelling AHA, Look ma! No Earth, wind or fire.!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listin’ to some Everlasting Badasses Multiservicios Zztop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lDLFoLOASCM #me2 #IGotToHaveAShot before I #BlowMyZZTOP }