#StickIt #ItsStuck #TheRollingStonesMoss

DISCLOSE NOTHING, NO FEAR YET

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 11, 2020

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Searched everywhere to hide behind the dots in Space that leave us alone in the wet dreams

A piece of work left over from a Big Bang of the universal birth, pressure blown at the seams

Conceived and annihilated in the social distance of an astronomical unit or two, One is done

Something is amiss in the abyss and nobody alive has a clue about where the Truth lies down.

Punks and defunct ministers in charge of breastfed babies, I, who sucked glass of the bards

Full of vitamins and minerals that your mama could not secrete from her glands, dad’s nards

So it went from the dawn until the blazing light of the 12 hour day, final day of conscious fuzz

Memory of the historical record, infancy, childhood, adolescence, adulthood and soulful jazz.

Victims and the food I ate were all one and the same, isolation of the Blue Books in the dark

Do not ask questions if you don’t want the answers, you know that I’m talkin’ teeth of a shark

Truth is deadly, incredible Truth is still the One and Only answer, reason we’re alive my son

It’s a divine accident in the middle of nowhere, a collision and super nova, a chain’s reaction.

Second hand F-4’s in flight over the seven continents and seven seas, close encounter to God

Whatever’s not created on this dirty rock’s not from this dirty rock, simple mathematical sod

Alien beings from Time and Space are all around us, everywhere between you and I and them

Everywhere you look and sniff & feel inside & outside, you find nothing but mystery phlegm.

Meat is the DNA in infinite reproduction on a finite ground of being, peeps are the dumpster

Ammonia SMELL, you can’t imagine the putrid aroma, it’s like wet baby diapers in a hamper

Performing maneuvers in the sky all around this planet, 360 degrees around the sphere, SAM

Utter desolation inside of the head with a secret that cannot be told, what I am is, what I am!

Disaster after you’re dead is unlikely since nothing exists after death, neither a cry or a song

Outside of the rocks and dirt, there’s nothing at all but empty Space between the dust n’ shyt

Glimmering of a vacant hope and dreamless sleep, afterlife is all it’s cracked up to be, fear it

What is the empty container of everything other than you, you’re my target, gods ain’t wrong!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #SaintOfMe & #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }

 

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EveryoneHere #NotYetWaitAMinute

PARADES FOR MY DAUGHTER, SON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 10, 2020 

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Everything is in line for Mighty Moe and Cinderella, animated bag of holy bones, apesextinct

Just because that’s the way I want it to be, it’s the rules of my winding road, naked ape stank

Follower of leaders’ misleads, preferably One, with a sharp evolution curve, up-synchronized

Highly improbable though it may be, it’s a wish albeit a wild and unlikely one to materialized.

Predators merely the modus operandi of eating oneself from the inside out, theory of it All

Computers and our ten fingers are all that was required for us all to arrive here on a dirt ball

For no reason even if you can rhyme the end of the line and justify the ends by askew means

Motors and engines only assist the disintegration of the core network of the things of beans.

After the teenagers move on and see nothing ahead and nothing behind them, they volunteer

For the Army, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard & Air Force, need the tanks and missiles for fear

They work but only for detente to stop the other for fear of annihilation, smashing the Earth

Into smithereens with a Neutrino Bomb, from a tiny reaction unto the doomed, bloody heart.

He and she dwelt among us for a moment when we weren’t watching for it, it has come hither

Between rocks and a hard stones wall that only moves for mass annihilation of atomic parity

Fathers of children can help as much as the dead and long gone mothers, the beasts’ thither

Toll to roll down the tristate and turnpike, expressway and freeway is more than your means.

The price must be paid for this journey, to begin and to end this somnambolistic, fake foam

At the center of the conflagration, there’s a song playin’ in Hollywood and in Kiev, freedom

By jimi hendrix and the experience, it was what it was and the Man did not disappoint, boom

Out of dead and gone in a dream with balls to the wall, bones’ dust swept strawman broom.

Features of sensory perception memorized for future retrieval if required for efficient dorks

The alternative is to be either the food of animals, insects or microbes of subatomic quarks

From a single cell to an infinite value of cells in a form, a shape without a mother’s sucker

So father and mother downloaded data into the progeny and extinction will allow no succor.

Father of mine, listen to me, where did you go when you said you didn’t know, was it me cuz?

Did I scare you away with my wanting to be around you all the time, my idol, you gave Word

That last name so I didn’t have to be a little bastard until I got a lot older, It turned out I was

A little Re-Tard that is, the name you called me the day you walked away, you old bass-turd!

Griping from your easy swingin’ hammock between the weeping willow trees, I can’t hear you

Preaching to the wind and it’s blowin’ right past my brain, my mind’s eye insight in 52 weeks

Periodic tables clearing the air and breakin’ toe bones for torture to get the Truth, to never be

Saying it out loud, making the sounds of the random mouth conflagrations, tongue in cheeks.

Overnight it stayed dark until a moment before the dawn, it all became clear, it’s lucky draws

From a blind deck of 48 or 52, pinochle or poker with or without trump or wild card flaws

Game on and game over in a New York Minute, even if you don’t like it, the way it’s gotta be

Didn’t know we were the only ones who weren’t born in the Twilight Zone, US, you and me!

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST

{ Drafted with Cinderella in the house, playin’ #OneHeadlight by the WallFlowers @ https://youtu.be/yjbzUEJONNU & #SixthAvenueHeartache link @ https://youtu.be/kXDiGtgPL6E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Gold #LeverageAboveAndBelow #BeyondTheTwilightZoneHereNow #HappyMothersDay2020 #SALT @SALT

FROZEN SOLID DNA & YO’ MAMA

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 10, 2020

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What do you want from me? Eve? My daddy used to say after a 12 hour workday

Brought home the bacon, many roofs over the six kids and a slew of skin and bone

Welcome to the Ends where the studs and fillies go for a quick roll in a loft of hay

Begin running on all fours at birth to the glue cemetery, my name on granite stone

In the short and the long run, it’s identical to the First Day of the First Dawn

No matter where your daddy took you when you were a baby, you’re here now

So, go where you must and get there sooner than later, you won’t ever regret it

Somehow and someway in the middle of this eternity, The A-Way is outta sight.

Really ready for another fairy tale in the darkness, without a stitch of blind faith

Language and conversation disseminating knowledge, wisdom, music of a wraith

Even if there’s a time or so I’ve been told, that my heart’ll quit, croak like the frogs

Therefore, I still am now, I exist in Space’s bubble, pumpin’ oxygen up river, dogs!

Anyway, cats there’s no way to be absolutely certain about anything, It is too odd

All of it in front and behind us, history is in the making, legends being, Great Falls

Out of the vacuum of a Space and Time which waits for not even the One, oh God

That means we’re that shat that was out of luck, out of paper, this is Hehls’ Bells.

Follow me, one celled animals, one celled plants, solar radiation mutation of DNA worms

Boom, here we are after the zillionth year from the #BigBangs and gravitational cartoons

Riding on one, two, three, four or six, even eighteen wheels to roll the Matter into Forms

Which one of us is the honey and which is the bitter taste of what can’t be spit into spittoons.

So, then before I say anything else, I always say ‘So’ and now I will give it to the conundrum

I personally cannot solve the dilemma. presented with argument pro and con, all outta breath

It’s all I can say at the end, weighed the assumptions of the inductive and deductive reasons

A nihilistic perception of reality results, rewarded Me, annihilation of Fear of conscious death.

Broke and fixed because that’s how it is when your back’s to the wall, broke below and above

Wasting the Time and Space right where I am and now where you are, all of us inside Earth

Actually in the blown bubble from the fauna, everything set just right for me to feel the Love

Fairy tales some funny, some lessons to be learned the hard way, it’s ain’t easy comin’ in 4th.

Without mothers none of us get here and now to this planet, not even Uranus, Jupiter or Mars

Named after gods of the stars in the space around all of us, dots in the sky, comet tail showers

A menudo of points and dots in a 3D matrix of feeling abandoned in the middle of nowheres

Even Adam and Eve couldn’t figure out what to do in paradise, get used to bein’ werewolves!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 10th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to Marvin Gaye long version of #WhatsGoinOn link @ https://youtu.be/ohz6rvWZXRQ gittin’ ready to check out some Salt link @ https://youtu.be/QZ40WlshNwU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?