P H I L O S O P H I A

Thursday, April 16, 2020

#RedSoloCup & #SurferParadiseAhead @TheBeachboys @TobyKeith #KoolMoeDee

ONE WHO GETS MY SURF UP

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 16, 2020

------------------- Gittin' the #RedSoloCup Ready ---------------

Hey, you woke me up and I just fell asleep a minute ago, what time is it? It’s 4:30 AM?

Or in the middle of a threat to your bread and butter, the have-nots are comin’ for them

Yo mama, hey daddio you and me got to sit down for a little pow-wow, chit-chat tres soon

In fact, there should be no delay, I used to make thousands playin’ and now nobody’s buyin’.

Nothin’ I got for sale is worth a nickel, not a thin dime and certainly not a silver dollar coin

Did you say what time it was a minute ago? Did you say it was 4:30 in the morning? Really?

It happens every day or so I’ve been told, I just arrived planet-side in the last 12 moons, see?

Where I come from back in the day, the 1960’s was Chicago, I’d heard ‘bout land of the free.

Watched the cowboy shows on black and white TV and a mouse club of stranger kids

Cartoons and slapstick in the feed until the Catholics got hold of my pride, saved a seed

Now I planted and grew it up out of the military grade, foreign soil penetrated my bids

For independence from the acres of sorrow from coast to coast, east to west, a live feed.

You could move or stay quiet and as still as a mouse in the corner, it don’t matter chief

Two feet on the ground, playin’ every game from marbles to hockey, won just like a thief

Better at the ways of the minions than the minions themselves, it couldn’t be helped, pal

It ain’t my fault that the chips fell my way, I got a bead on the targets’ bull’s eyes, hey Al!

Brothers, friends, father and his daddy before him, all named Al, ala to pizazz, it’s just Way

Of becoming aware that this existence may be All that there is, no golf in heaven, no caddy

It’s not because I like it that way, which I do but that’s not the Cause, Cause is my daddy

Before the one who made me where I am was born, there was another, ad infinitum today.

Looked for the egg which I used to be ready to progenerate, I was a perfect nekid apeman

What it turns out to be is just the philosophy and fortune of a random ape who knows Dap

Nobody could make this sheet up man! If you follow me, just put on some loud R & R man

I gotta go sit down in my rocker on the porch, play some Skynyrd for me, I’m takin’ a nap.

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, 4-16-20 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to THE YOUNG RASCALS greatest hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FBdow8opyqc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FixIsIn #ItsFixed #CanYouFixIt? @TheYoungRascals @MarvinGaye

SPIRIT MOVED ME AND YOU, YES?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, April 16, 2020

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There’s no beatin’ around a King or Queen’s bushes, you gotta go in, aim for a target, sugar

It’s at the center of the bull’s eye and there’s no mistaking the arrow’s point, dead aim at ilk

Comfortable in certain First Cause playground of bacterial and viral petri dishes of silk milk

Cells alive with the verve that wants to move around, jump around, up here, on down there.

It’s always something different yet identical to the things themselves, the #Fakenews debris

Rockin’ as hard as the dead star allows, pretending things aren’t thousands of miles away

From me and you, the living and the dead things that used to be animated or at least awake

Seeds in the dirty ash of the Ends of this system of homo sapiens’ War & Peace, I bow today.

It seems to be all about the #Jack, the #Cash, the #Funds to create something out of this here

That there is more like it’s always been than how it’s going to be early today or late tomorrow

Bottom line with this Absolute and Relative, General Truth is, nobody knows anything, idiots

Which is not to cast aspersions but to match the reality to the narration and history of robots.

It’s what the prototype evolutionary star stuff has within it’s make-up, destiny is to blow up

Nothing personal, it’s what happens to gravitational collapse of atoms, pour it all in my cup

It’s a bottomless container for the entire universe’s Space & Time, to be seen yet never heard

Opened wide for the fuel to burn, swallowing the good, the bad and ugly, it’s all One, Scored!

Not even one hint from the grass roots of the flesh and bones to the shangra-la of the mind

No way with words on a one-way street or busy avenue or out on the boulevard, auto rewind

Desire and Need have little or othing to do with being edible cosmic slop, meat of the rhyme

Desire and need for the fruit on the grapvine, I hear it loud and clear, Now is the only #Time.

Today’s fear and loathing is the same as the last lifetime, sufficient for #PinkSinger's success

Necessary to be a spirit born in an egg and replicate divine DNA appearance form of RNA code

Nobody can believe their eyes so they need the blind faith to witness the fact, it’s an accident

Mustered ma & pa, conceived in #FakeNews pain, viral RNA acid slam dunked, fake pissant!

r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, April 16th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST

{ Dropped from the #BlackStarStudded sky this AM listenin’ to #DistantLover #1976LIVE & HITS Marvin Gaye jams on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AQSzgDOz7sg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

#DontBalkAndDontWalkRun #GreatfulDead #MadAboutYou

IF YOU WANNA COME ALONG, OK*

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 15, 2020

------------ #StayingAlive -------------

Hey, if you can’t poke it or smoke it, what good does it do you or me? Let’s start the stroke

Bubble movin’ attracted me to the young thing, I said hell no I ain’t playin’ the I playe it out

My cluch broke down in middle of the road so I started power shiftin’ the Hearse, no choke

Pink panther or singing girls runnin’ around on a ramp, playin’ the dozens, it’s all she wrote.

Time and Space are random and the being who get lucky to be here, either are happy or sad

Recommended for happiness in philosophical ecstasy but that doesn’t exist on Earth, it’s bad

As I said, didn’t I say it once? No ass, no grass, no ride...you ain’t got one, a happening moan

If nobody can see your body, it means you’re either dead or you’re a living ghost crossbone.

You have no free choice until you decide that you have freedom while in a grave, a dilemma

To be or not to be, for a good reason or none at all, just bcasue it seems ridiculous, oh mama

Either it’s a set-up, a staged happening just for the sake of playing the fool, ennui to pacify

Unguided by the men and women of the church but by the brave men of the revolution, sigh.

All along the drawbridge across the mote, the wood creaked and suddenly caved, on demand

Nobody could leave nor enter the only entrance and exit, it happened to the castle in the sand

Smooth as silk and rough as the cat’s tongue lickin’ milk off your flying saucer, blinkin’ flinch

Like the day after your life ends, the day before your birth happened, you know inch by inch.

Melodies of harmonious sounds and then sudden impact of waking up in the speed of light

Watching and learning if the brain hasn’t dysfunctioned and failed to survive, only strong do

The Weak baby boys and girls become the useful idiots of the superior apes of the troupe’ ilk

Ends is the only way to go, toward them since the beginning is no longer in play, #DrinkMilk!

r j j stephan, i *Header photos me, me & my pops (Al Stephan Jr.) before my 1st #ShotgunWedding & grandpops (Big Al Stephan the 1st) ! RIP EVERYBODY! X’s & O’s

c. Wednesday, April 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 17:30 hours

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #ShakedownStreet The Greatful Dead on youTube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/MccLsc5YzrI }