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CALIFORNIA GOLD & MY HOLY RA*

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 26, 2018

I will try to cop out on the whole shebang if I can, if there’s a will and there is, this intent

To be or not to be here and now, with y’all and the ones who ain’t here yet, heaven sent

Bottom line at the core of the essence of the solar system, galaxy and cosmos, is Evil yet

Evil is merely Live spelled backward, just sayin’ it is NO coincidence, you better #Think!

About the cause and effect of your actions after your mother and father conceived your egg

Microscopic DNA or just a miracle from the storks flyin’ around the partly cloudy, blue skies

Neither #United nor #American in a fractoid kind of way, over Niagara Falls in a houseboat

What the combination yields is this dream you see before your blue eyes, ears, nose & throat.

When I say ‘you dig’ and if I say ‘it’s all on you’ then you might want to become in the know

It’s all on your mind and your spirit, soul’s stuff of red, white and blue to discover the crow

Not just a bird on a fence, squawking and squatting in the yard, waiting for crumbs of mirth

Laughing at the #Struggle of you and me, one flight away from The New Day’s hidden birth.

Jump and slide to the left and right, stay out of the way but know exactly what’s grabbin’ you

From behind is the usual sneak’s modus operandi and if you’re ready, the wimp is the screw

Hidin’ in #Darkness, out of the mind of the #Others who kill n’ chill ‘round a black hold sun

From caskets on state Rte 1, #ZaZen keys your ride with #rock n’#soul, a Ra dam revolution.

What you will do is not what I shall do unless you planned to fly far away yesterday, it is done

When you hang above the earth to be eaten by buzzards and crows, the humane way is burial

Under dirty, burned ash of a star that used to be, dirt we call planet Earth, yo’ mama’s home

Hope and Faith will lead you to your dead ancestors joint, deep down in catacombs of Rome.

Old whitehead, old man that stayed away from the sea of #DavyJones, not my or your place

Not in this space, we need the air above the ground to seed genetic freaks here in this Space

DNA created from ashes of Nothing, you feel me? Am I rubbin’ your blind faith eyeballs raw?

Don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t lyin’, it’s in the books my father wrote, #WordsUp #Ma.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 26, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ *drafted while listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VLeZvv1EhYo }

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