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LIFE IN A BELLJAR MATTERS, EH?

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 22, 2020

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Mere trivia on the block like Jenny and her girls that fly like the window pane, see it’s a flirt

Just about all of the things you thought were true are fake and about to be debunked by Bozo

A clown in the hallway hangin’ on the walls of Jericho or New Mexico-Texas barrier weed dirt

Now the shorter. lesser ones want to be the fatter and greater, a man walks into a higher bar.

Misfit square pegs tryin’ to squeeze into a hamburger joint’s round hole, never to be tools

For a group or a clutch or a click of the mouse, you’re there in between sheets and the fools

Zooming from one to sixty nine in heaven to isolated maximum security solitary confines

In the end, it doesn’t really matter and even if it did, you have less power dead than alive.

For the umpteenth time of my life in a Bell-jar like a meatball in stew, ready to soak it up

I got cash, I got a cache, no man or woman can catch my screwball, it’s an impossible cup

I fired ‘em 80 mph down the pipe strikes hit for homers and fanned for a third strike blow

Nobody gets everything all the time, except One thing, that is Nothing, Emptiness of zero.

Purely a feminine thing to want to see me every day when I can’t even handle scuttlebutt

Sometimes I don’t even glance in a mirror or see a reflection of my countenance in glass

It ain’t nothing I’m missing and nothing I’m ever even gonna think about tiny cock block

Of the mice who were mighty and just plain old Mickey or Minnie or even the Kid Rock.

Spirits moved me more than once from the First Cause to the last second ago, I still dance

You never know if it’s gonna go longer than the last second, in this pressure cooker, living

Alive and no prospect of being someone’s FOOD, like all of the other animals and plants

Glory be to Skynyrd and those airplanes that don’t stay up in the sky, comin’ down to sing.

Don’t say you will if you won’t and don’t say you did if you don’t ‘cause it really don’t matter

Not to me, your parents or society, God got killed so it’s cool with the divine trapper/divider

As if way out of this world, off of the Earth grid is better than being here and now, it all dies

False prophets and free radicals out of the fear of the unknown honey, poke ivory-ebony eyes.

Darker sides than the moon’s Void on the far side where spotlights fail to illuminate function

Of mankind made a small step there but Man’s #BigStep was the 1st one, 3-2-1 blast ignition

You think you’re alive and you have forever to be creative next year to be holy or not be at all

Time waits for nobody, you can’t catch it to stop it like a butterfly in a Bell Jar, innocent plea.

I got some news for you and it might force you to take action again, I can see you get way high

Nothing left to see here, move on, go home, go about your business, ain’t nothing to see here

All the kings and queens women and men have no idea why they get woke & fall down to die

In the end, problem’s solved, black solutions are not up to you any more, All GD lives matter.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, July 22nd, 2020 @ 9:11 PM

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wT3Kh-GgMbU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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WHO SAID I SAID WHAT TIME IS IT?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, July 20, 2020

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Made myself a better man just by donning the mask of the lone ranger only over my eye sore

Not a mask around my eyes, those are exposed to the world, mucous membrane vulnerable

Should be wearing airtight goggles or maybe just a whole gas mask with an oxygen converter

Don’t shoot the messenger, it’s not the message that counts, it’s WHO sent the psychobabble.

Go straight to jail, don’t place the king in check, play games with surprise laws of extinction

When the dominant become the subordinate, then and only then will it be the right Timing

Timing isn’t just one of the many things it’s everything in Space, what it is to be humanity

Simple minded turncoats wandering the planet’s government, a sweet ode to my Monalisa.

Pretending to be in the middle of a chaotic symbiosis of sights and sounds of the deep zone

End zone or twilight zone matters very little because the fairy tale is in the end, a grand nun

Pile of deranged dirges, pretending to be balls of that there nucleic acid, well built nuke acid

Commandments of suggestions, forced to beg forgiveness for failure of others, I am the Kid.

When the going gets tough, life seems to get rough and you seem to have lost your touch

You just got to move on, roll with it baby whether it’s back and forth or to and fro, just go

Seasoned or not, the taste is just as good as honey’s sweetness and sugar’s tooth decay

Candy from the sugar mixtures of form and substance, in the crease of the Time slipper.

Cinderella or Esmeralda, either way you got to roll with it baby, like it or not, it is the Way

All who move their body weight through space are in charge of the mortality of such body

I’ve got a secret that is the original low down not given by moms and dads anymore, say

Talking loud or whispering the Word is one and the same yet one is preferred, a parody.

Inside of your head in your imagination or on the outside in the form of a faux cinematic sin

A movie has begun, it’s your presence in this life, a dirty lowdown self within, got a problem

For about a New York minute or so, maybe a minor moment or two, I thought I was trippin’

It was my mother and father who forgave me for eating the forbidden, juicy fruit of the vine.

Chambers of brothers and sisters don’t care what others say, it’s all about what they say y’all

Rules and regulations temper a judge’s verdict, humanity’s a gargantuan COVID-19 cue ball

It’s nine in the corner and five in the side, communion and confession of tiny children at risk

Perfect union of Time and Space intersecting at a matrix, vectoring to infinity’s epic sun disc.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Monday, 7-20=2020 @ 9:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to LIVE Zztop #FoolForYourStockings link @ https://youtu.be/wT3Kh-GgMbU }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JustBecauseOfYou #MonaLisa (my wife's top secret petname, she don't even know it...LOLs) #NeverTrustAnATOMBecauseTheyMakeUpEverything!

TOO YOUNG TO BE, MONA LISA

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 19, 2020

--- #SocialDistance #NotContagious ---

Mona Lisa, comin’ from the pocket, put the book or the paper down, you love me, don’t lie

It’s not as important as anybody thinks it is, to know what happens when you die, good bye

Punks and miscreants in charge of the nomansland of everything is wonderful now, 2 joints

One for the morning and one for the evening so the dead cells dying all feel the valid points.

Like man, we all gotta go someday just like the rest of the herd, just bungling in the jungle

Trippin’ like it’s wedding cake every single day, it’s a honeymoon with the struggle juggle

It won’t be over until the bitter end, a final gasp of gas going in and out a puff of happy smoke

Should have did this and that don’t count after that, it’s lights out, goodnight Irene, I’m woke.

Makin’ the grade 1-12 was a trip, college 4 year degree and retired from two deplorable jobs

Federally expressed in overnight form, lovin’ the FDX love, lovin’ the STATE love, pensioned

Walking among the poor people like me or the rich people like you and others, it’s like #Cake

Buttercream frosting all around and whipped cream roses atop, double choco-triple layered.

Bags of tricks opened in the dead of night so only the spirits can see and hear the music beats

Brass, string, 88’s, bongos, congas, maracas and girls shakin’ hips to and fro, sway of elites

No bums or poor guys without teeth and nice clothes allowed, don’t think about the facts

That life is more than a bowl of cherry pits or warm milk, it’s the testing ground for rejects.

To see if you can recover from being sentenced to Earth for X amount of days or revolutions

Finding out what ‘It” is all about is the first thing, second thing is reaching the final denizens

In heaven or hell or anywhere else in the matrix, if God can’t, won’t and don’t help, who will?

Communicate with your mom and dad in the aftermath, you’ll get the low down how to swill.

Hey baby, I know it’s been a long, long time but do you remember me? Yeah, I knew you too

I didn’t say a word to you and still the ‘thing’ happened without my permission, puppy lover

It passed by the space where I stood and became a faded memory of what I didn’t do, to you

Could have made your hips spread with 6 kids and a valley of tears, I’m just gettin’ over blue.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, July 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #DoYouRememberMe Carlos Santana Mona Lisa on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NE-yIfy9y_Y }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?