GHETTO BANG ME, RUSTY BLADES*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, December 29, 2019
----------------- #StickAroundForTheSound -----------------
Always with a bang gang in the #Chi ghetto, time came to join my Air Force, loved that Time
In this space of 50 years, I’ve seen more than a man deserves to see in One’s lifetime, Space it
Out and in the outerspace doors of the ghetto and the mansions of my grandfathers’ mothers
Called them out loud in prayer but ain’t no answer, 3rd rock haul’s a Rock Kid, cash P-diddly.
Now and then you gotta move it out and rock on even though it’s safe and sound in your hole
Where the darkness and light are controlled by me, myself and I, all of us in tune for a ghetto
Comin’ over the avenues and boulevards until the suburbs of the trash heap is found deeper
Than the bottom of the furthest league under the sea, down by the core of our origin, a Ball!
Yes, the core is a ball, irregular, potato like, sure enough, and covered by hydrogen/oxygen It
That’s the name we’ve decided fits the thing itself, where we originate and dissolve in the spit
Future, presence in the Past, the ghetto of yours and ours, not mine though, I’m in low-highs
Above the clouds where there’s no blue, no sight unseen, just me, myself and I, purple skies!
One more thing before the final Word, exit strategy plans are best left untold to a po’ li’l ego
Given po’ mother’s who raised us here, deep respect for passin’ us, dark womb to Hellz below
Sho’ nuff now, you are completely out of synch with your intellect and confidence, empty Id
For nobody’s SuperEgo do we fly except the one we own, we know the Essence, Essene Kid!
A slice of life out of the watermelon pie we’ve inherited from the egg to the corpse, so slap me
That’d be an admission of understanding and unfortunate agreement with the boy’s FU scree
Gutter at the top of your mansion’s roof or the space between the streets and the sidewalks, I
That is All, just I, who listened to the Word, all of the words said, told, meant to Be, a gadfly!
It is what it is, you cannot disagree if you’re a philosopher or just nun in a convent of sisters
Brothers and fathers, the idiots hittin’ homeruns out of the park, drinkin’ whiskey and beers
A Glass Bead game of prayers into the Void of Space, where angels fear to go, in a grand slam
Deeper than whole blackness outside the Earth’s atmosphere, supernova in Space, oh, I Am.
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r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to the brothers & sisters who know who they are, #Yall! Boom!
c. Dimanche, FREEZEMBER 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #DoNotBlink in the #Darkness, oneness with everything because as everyone knows, in the Ghetto, #EverythingIsEverything #ShoNuffYall link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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