W.W.A.R.D.?
SPIRITS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, October 23, 2018
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For the first and last time you and I get together and drink until we pass-out somewhere
We know we’re not supposed to consume and recycle the spirits yet we do it anyway, God
It’s a manner of speaking about the dreams in your head, between your ears, in your mind
Nothing you can do to start the star burn, it either happens by the Will or it doesn’t, hotrod.
Crocks of empty and dead air, in and out of your mind, letting the OTHERS get in your head
When they never belonged here, idiots and morons of culture and civilization, eaters of dead
Communicans of the Communists of this World, hating the love, extinction of love is the goal
Every day you breathe above the ground, the assault comes if you open your mouth, let’s roll.
Fly down under my canopy, I’m parachuting down to the bottom, ground floor of nine 1 one
Complete, utter affirmation of negativity and impartiality, voidness and nothing to everyone
What animates the matter? What do you call it? You’ve got rocks and you’ve got sweet rolls
Inside a conscience of a nation, the roll is what sounds like cave rock scratchin’ sand scrollin’.
What you may or may not discover is the accident which your being regards as impossible
That this Earth, this solar system’s galaxy is irrelevant to human affairs? That is irreverent
It is impossible to justify any conclusion regarding the meaning of existence, other than myth
From the olden days to the modern and future epochs, inspiration is that Nothing is a Styth.
It matters to your children, ignorant or enlightened, that their purpose is only to roll, to rock
Turning the tunes up a few extra decibels and listenin’ to the Words, conclusive skunk epoch
Inside the bowels of the eldest waste of the stars and their offspring, unavoidable copied DNA
Mirrors to look at your face and body morph and mutate a Spirit’s skull & crossbones, I say!
by
r j j stephan, i { i AM a lifetime member of Going out for a quiet one and having a quiet one }
c. ROCKTOBER 23, 2018 @ 6:66 AM PST
{ drafted in effigy of my own pending doom, a genetic anomaly has allowed my 8 lives so far! ...while listenin’ to the fantastic The Offspring HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7iNbnineUCI }
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