DOWN WITH AN UP-DOWN MODE *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 22, 2018
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Souls flyin’ around, up and down with gravity, back and forth with the wind, revolutionary Id
Tryin’ to get out of the skull ever since the conception of the thing itself, Essence of ma n’ pa
Take a note, you know the old saying, I will remind you here and now, hands up, don’t shoot
Stay out of the way of the enforcers of the rules and regulations, be obedient or above the law.
It’s not my intention to get the mob to start a riot in the city, in the county, country or world
I drank more alcohol and water than anyone on Earth, ate everything growing out the ground
A flight in the air or a trip on or under the ground, under the ocean down to the core, it’s Void
At absolute center, drink a shot n’ a beer, dream’ll be all over, God’s all jacked, idiotic bound.
Free birds die just like the dead kites fly, up and down, it must always go down to the ground
Free Will has nothing to do with the absolute Truth, you don’t have One, lost can’t be found
Freebies for everyone on the dole from the Big Brother who watches you mate and eat it raw
Or a girl, twins, triplets added to Aid For Dependent Children of the dastardly father’s jigsaw.
You who reads this tripe, stay positive and pretend you don’t know that you’ve lost your mind
There’s never more than One in the final curtain’s drop down on the stage floor, deaf n’ blind
There’s nothing up above and there’s nothing down below right here and now, up n’ down, I
No apologist will repair the origin’s intent, to lose and find the nature of a bobber or a fly.
Mighty virus and bacteria, atomic solar systems engulfed in the galactic mud, blood n’ beers
Every day is the beginning of the weekend, wealthy, impoverished, under or over nourished
Breathing the air in and out in a safe place of the empty space on the block, havin’ no fears
Complicated smoke rising from Being’s ground, it’s a soul’s spirit, It is Ga, stuff God dished.
by
r j j stephan, i { *dedicated to dearly departed #Mama ‘T’ who used to tell me “go fly a kite!” }
c. September 22, 2019 AD @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #UpDown on loop link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }
#WWARD ????? #WhatAreTheOddsOfFate ????? { 0:0 } #VOIDED
DOWN WITH AN UP-DOWN MODE *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 22, 2018
-----------------------------------------------------
Souls flyin’ around, up and down with gravity, back and forth with the wind, revolutionary Id
Tryin’ to get out of the skull ever since the conception of the thing itself, Essence of ma n’ pa
Take a note, you know the old saying, I will remind you here and now, hands up, don’t shoot
Stay out of the way of the enforcers of the rules and regulations, be obedient or above the law.
It’s not my intention to get the mob to start a riot in the city, in the county, country or world
I drank more alcohol and water than anyone on Earth, ate everything growing out the ground
A flight in the air or a trip on or under the ground, under the ocean down to the core, it’s Void
At absolute center, drink a shot n’ a beer, dream’ll be all over, God’s all jacked, idiotic bound.
Free birds die just like the dead kites fly, up and down, it must always go down to the ground
Free Will has nothing to do with the absolute Truth, you don’t have One, lost can’t be found
Freebies for everyone on the dole from the Big Brother who watches you mate and eat it raw
Or a girl, twins, triplets added to Aid For Dependent Children of the dastardly father’s jigsaw.
You who reads this tripe, stay positive and pretend you don’t know that you’ve lost your mind
There’s never more than One in the final curtain’s drop down on the stage floor, deaf n’ blind
There’s nothing up above and there’s nothing down below right here and now, up n’ down, I
No apologist will repair the origin’s intent, to lose and find the nature of a bobber or a fly.
Mighty virus and bacteria, atomic solar systems engulfed in the galactic mud, blood n’ beers
Every day is the beginning of the weekend, wealthy, impoverished, under or over nourished
Breathing the air in and out in a safe place of the empty space on the block, havin’ no fears
Complicated smoke rising from Being’s ground, it’s a soul’s spirit, It is Ga, stuff God dished.
by
r j j stephan, i { *dedicated to dearly departed #Mama ‘T’ who used to tell me “go fly a kite!” }
c. September 22, 2019 AD @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #UpDown on loop link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }
#WWARD ????? #WhatAreTheOddsOfFate ????? { 0:0 } #VOIDED
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