TWIST A MAGIC CURVE, A HOLLAR
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 2019 AD
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 2019 AD
Lookin’ up in the sky with your astigmatic eyes, you still cannot see the Truth, stars twinkled
Unnaturally as it may be to be blinded by the sunlight, it happens if you stare into the burned
Where God only knows you were thinkin’ that you would see deeper into the soul of the Ones
Zeus or Athena, Krishna, Christ or the Prophet, everybody agreed it’s a whole bunch of suns.
Unnaturally as it may be to be blinded by the sunlight, it happens if you stare into the burned
Where God only knows you were thinkin’ that you would see deeper into the soul of the Ones
Zeus or Athena, Krishna, Christ or the Prophet, everybody agreed it’s a whole bunch of suns.
Blink a few times and you’ll come to, your conscious mind was just in neutral and idling Time
Space divided in ones and zeroes, they’re everywhere in a Trump warp, a twilight zone rhyme
Three chances of bad breaks to get you on a high wire act, a cable flyin’ in an infrared reversal
Taught to stay calm as a mind wants to wander, a Will overrides it all, it’s all phqn excusable.
Space divided in ones and zeroes, they’re everywhere in a Trump warp, a twilight zone rhyme
Three chances of bad breaks to get you on a high wire act, a cable flyin’ in an infrared reversal
Taught to stay calm as a mind wants to wander, a Will overrides it all, it’s all phqn excusable.
Guilt of being the free man in a free country is insurmountable for the slave’s mentality, DNA
No choice but to be obedient to the mojo of the morons who came before you entered the play
Foraged for the simple and complicated to find the secrets untold to the many, only to some
Why some get the Word and some don’t, only God knows, whatever God is, now don’t come!
No choice but to be obedient to the mojo of the morons who came before you entered the play
Foraged for the simple and complicated to find the secrets untold to the many, only to some
Why some get the Word and some don’t, only God knows, whatever God is, now don’t come!
To heaven after death is no use, you’ve got to be awake and alive in a soul, bones are broke
Get it through your thick skull into the grey matter than functions as your tour guide’s joke
Punch line is a right cross to your locked jaw, crackin’ your skull, jab gloved fisted hammers
As all too human, a man I am, wrappin’ her up in my power, pleasure to be mojo’s tool, hers.
Get it through your thick skull into the grey matter than functions as your tour guide’s joke
Punch line is a right cross to your locked jaw, crackin’ your skull, jab gloved fisted hammers
As all too human, a man I am, wrappin’ her up in my power, pleasure to be mojo’s tool, hers.
Then Thor wants to become the only one and has to fight about it, always winning the Wars
Battles lost on purpose just to keep it interesting, it ain’t fair to battle with the god of forever
What place that Valhalla is, nowhere in mankind’s sight or future of his or her boned clones
Peace’s happiness is just the empty side of the sacred, hot fire we’re forged from, phqn Thor!
Battles lost on purpose just to keep it interesting, it ain’t fair to battle with the god of forever
What place that Valhalla is, nowhere in mankind’s sight or future of his or her boned clones
Peace’s happiness is just the empty side of the sacred, hot fire we’re forged from, phqn Thor!
by
r j j stephan, i { PAID MY TAXES IRS, RIPTIDE GLIDE AD INFINITUM! #FWAAT? }
c. August 26th, 2019-1951 A.D. #TheDayBeforeMyFirstBreath @#911 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to Marvin Gaye & The Motown magical #InnerCityBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/57Ykv1D0qEE }
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i { PAID MY TAXES IRS, RIPTIDE GLIDE AD INFINITUM! #FWAAT? }
c. August 26th, 2019-1951 A.D. #TheDayBeforeMyFirstBreath @#911 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to Marvin Gaye & The Motown magical #InnerCityBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/57Ykv1D0qEE }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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