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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

#Bonzai @ricoSacto #ricoSacto #OnBeingBlogged (edited from original of Rocktober 2018) #HereComesTheJudge

EVERMORE ALONE, EVER AN EGO 
by
r j j  stephan, I
c.  Mardi, ROCKTOBER XVI, MMLVIII Anno Domini @ 12:00 midnight
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Carrying on the variety, charming ends of a beach, out into the deep, free will of holier I-Sin
Got back to the future to the pivotal conjunction, inevitable finale of the play on sacred rockin'
Words being important for nothing more than writing in darkness on cave walls by shewolves
Or this and that place in space, this or that time living life as Earth rotates, counter-revolves.

Looking at the nature of the beasts left here in front of our sensory perception, they eat meat
We’re meat on bones, not the children of God or the sons, daughters’ of man, raw flesh of Ra
Talkin’ God or Yahweh or Krishna or Buddha or Zeus, I could care less about the name sheet
Same old tune, hummin’ ‘tween the human ears in your towers of Babel, po’ scat of yo’ mama.

You may or may not interpret the words in the meaning intended by the author, l’il ol’ me
That piece of flesh and bone, unintended consequence of painful first intercourse, oh mama
Over and over again, pregnant due to human rhythm of a holy man, a Catholic, hella papa
Invented from the ruins of buried books and hidden rock tablets of emerald n’ black gold.

So, go girl, as they say in urbanic ghettos of appalling DNA sprawl, suburbanite misanthrope
Political overthrow, random riots on asphalt, steel and concrete sidewalks crack, long walks
On the television or the audacious #ConscienceOfTheNation, an Eagle, bald, still just a dope
Diving for the salmon, talons lockin’ on to the steelhead’s face of shock, no sound, no talks.

Ears, nose, lips and mind in synchronized duplicity, #Fakeness for reals, unconsciously puny
That most souls who lurk in the emptiness outside of the Earth’s ebb and flow, on the money
A difficult decision had to be made during One accidental extinction of the species, it’s gloom
Holy vortex' hammer down, honeymoon over, One Thor & a Hammer are aloft, I say, doom!

by
r j j stephan, i
{ penned listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 600-1000 AM PST }
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F I N I S
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