#BobbinForApples #CosmicDebrisInMe #PyramidsAndSandyBeaches @SympathyForTheDevil @TheRollingStones #Satisfaction

HOLY ROCKS, MARS’ CANAL ARRAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 31, 2019

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Nobody on Earth can call it quits on the nature of the Being we are on, our host out of Time

Air, salt water and crusty land, a place in Space where humans, planted animals drop a dime

Nobody knew, everyone believed in the things’ buzz that wasn’t the Truth, cool mystery buzz

Fish swim, we swim and float, even slither, dig, crawl, walk, deep sea dive or die via cop fuzz.

Headed for the underground where it appears that your hind end is covered, yet it’s not at all

Wide open, spread in a ready to die fashion, It wants to gut and cook you, baked, holy fireball

Flame to burn the hair and skin off of the meat stickin’ on the bone for dear life, all the buzz

Blood dripped, bones dried on flames of a burnin’ ball of violet waves, as above, so blow US.

Rest for the wicked right here, right now in front of your very eyes, nothing is up my sleeve

It’s invisible to the naked eye but if you squint and stare intently at the source, a pet peeve

Square knots on my head from my professors beating sense into me, scars and tattoos left

Head to toe, there’re left over pieces of unconnected, misshaped puzzle in a graveyard shift.

In the city of demons and angels, the town I was born and raised in Outerspace’s sacred cow

No good at geometry or any algebra, mathematical certainty is a moot point, God’s neon flow

Learning how to teach the minions by trial and error, evolution caused a hairless, pink critter

Make out with lips, hug with arms afoot, legs of DNA ebb’s flow, about a blue moon-lit river.

Death to Life and living to eat the dead and cooked muscles and fat, bone marrow gold dust

Questions without answers are unacceptable, existence of life means only that, it exists, lust

For the good, the bad and the ugly, revolution and wobble during Force’s elliptical sinshines

Boiling gas spun in a cosmic stagger with atomic fission-fusion’s electric, burning neon signs.

Mercury to Pluto, from a solar protuberance to the astral dust belt in revolution, orbital atom

From One to Many things out of nowhere, spontaneous combustion’s gravitational collapsin’

Provides the meaning to living, breathing in and out, eating the living bums, dyin’ like scum

Who eats us? Nobody, we’re whistlers’ predators, the 1 & ONLY, holy H2O, OMG children!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, August 31st, 2019 A.D @ 4:44 AM PST

{ Magnificent creation from The Void, WORD to persuade everybody of nothing; drafted listenin’ to Eric Clapton @RAH24CaratBluesBand LINK @ https://youtu.be/7ciA9tMAaRo}

W.W.A.R.D.

#DirtyDeedsOfEarthAshRockRolls #Rigamorol @PRINCE @MarvinGaye #JudgeNotYall

DIRTY DEEDS, PAGANIC DARKNESS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 30, 2019·

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Putting in and taking out of the only thing we know, conceptual, analytical robotic, iron-chit

Sun and moon is all we see close enough in Space and Time to talk, Id’s #HolySunCross of It

What It is cannot be understood by brains, hieroglyphic, petroglyphic, artifactual stone doors

Deep in darkness, Space and Time, here’s a sun god’s cross of the Sun, my 3rd eye cold-sores.

Honor the glowing ball of burning gas, it moves everything, it’s ultraviolet divinity of humans

Nothing to cross except the street, the avenue with the four crosswalks, 2 way rue-street posts

Heaven on Earth or Earth in Heaven, can’t be seen except by eating God’s son, a bloody Man!

Circling around in an elliptical fashion, the pagans and the worshipers of Christ’s hole, Hosts.

God’s son, the sun of God, the olden days of symbolic symmetry of the #SunGod, Zeus’ bible

Imagine your foolish imagination evolved into a light and heat seeker, fear a maggot gadfly

Death leads to turning off of the mechanism which keeps the light alive, godson’s holy Hehl

Inside of your eyes, my eyes and even blinded eyes without a clue, to know Truth’s white lie.

Four seasons and twelve apostles, four directions from my presence in Space, 24 hour Time

Son is the sun, without that, darkness rises to absolve dirty deeds we’ve done, universal slime

For the feeling of pleasure and the avoidance of pain, this is the thought of a day, I bid Adieu!

Although that’s the Truth you need to know, you’ll forget to recollect that we all play the fool!

Start out getting into the bottom of the uttermost echelon of the pit where crustaceans live

Credit to you and I, loaned in advance of your achievement of success will plunge you, dive!

Coming from here and now, in a world, on the Earth, manufactured by a First Cause scheme

A planetary image inside, imaginary light in your mirror, disappears, scream for ice cream!

Without a warning other than every moment of every day of your less than a hundred fathom

You will stop breathing, you’ll stop thinking and wondering about what will happen, git some

No telling your story to anyone after a fact of life becomes apparent to the spirit of eve, adam

Felt my nerves abort rotten gods’ philosopher-bluffs of pagans, black-hole god of a taco dam!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. FRIDAY, August 30th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ jammed out of my face this AM under #PurpleRain while listenin’ to the PRINCE ... The Living Legend 💜 #Prince on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DHRyPjXeKZ4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#UntwistedHeartOnTheRun #ThereIGoAgain #JackAndSevenSeven #TalkinTennessee

KEEP PLAYIN’ GAMES, I RESIGN!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, August 29, 2019

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All possible moves are not the only moves, there’re some impossible moves, deep, dunk funks

When you’re back to school and your back’s up against the wall because bullies won’t back off

They steal your homework and copy it as their own, get you in trouble with your mama’s scoff

Without firepower in boys n’ girls, can’t overcome allure of graves, live bullets for tiny punks.

Picking me to be on the team was as important as being chosen to throw trash in a back alley

Who cares if you look in the mirror and you’re invisible? Start bitin’ a vampire skeleton key

All you get is whatever disease, viral or bacterial the flesh and bone of a stranger allows, DNA

You’ll die one way or the other, point is to avoid being food or a tooth decayed trophy display.

Everybody could move a pawn, one of the two of eight either one or two spaces to Q3 or K4

Then there’s a knight move or a mirror pawn move to counter, the battle begins, back fates

Songs can’t hide the exploding bombs and screams of the once happy but now in dire straits

Writing or singing will do, it will all be a forgotten, lost empty set of infinity, kids of a whore.

No birth control to avoid the conception so there is no deception at six or eight months, OMG

It’s a mess of history, the way that most of our ancestors were conceived, reborn, raised to be

You’ve got educated masses and saddled up rat packs, runnin’ dozens on crews, so to speak

Children who grow old and do not want to labor for their room and boarded show of a freak.

As the final three moves present themselves, the only possible ones left, 1 moves better in 2’s

A check and a recheck are all that’s left before the inevitable end of a king’s rule of the realm

As the pieces are tossed back into the can, the board is folded and closed, tucked away blues

Asleep while wide awake, rolling over for a yawn, a draw of cool air in and out, Mate, I lose!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BigSistersDontDoThat ...or do they? #GetBackJoJo

CLOSED THE BAR @4:11 AM, WAIT!*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 29, 2019

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So, I lived the way I talked, polite, brain/mind, educated at Adam’s University, an Eve I blow

Couldn’t fight against the first man to make America Great for the 1st time, 1776ers Kokomo

Ones who really gave it all because they had nothing to begin with, they encroached red-men

My brothers and sisters, here’s the Truth so maybe you ought to tune this out, put it on down.

I don’t know what you need but since I’m human and I assume y’all are also, cousins and kin

There’s no need to fudge the Truth and lie about bein’ nailed up to the cross by foes of surfin’

Mankind worships inner selves, prays on knees that step on toes 6 days every week, I be sins

But at least my pops gave me a great example, respect the authority, priests n’ hot politicians.

Think about the zygote for a change, without it we don’t ever feel and see the taste of the reb

What I am, not rats but a humane imitator, sing cowboy, bad boy, cut redneck rock and roller

Blackboard poets graduated to the indelible, few words, immortally yours on the world wide

Bitter truth of the conscience of the storm’s whirl, causation? Earth’s wobbling twirl rip tide!

Assuming the information and data presented to you and I has any veracity, we nibble a little

Not just knowledge power, but also productive recollection of old country miles, papa’s creed

In high rise buildings, on top of the sky-scraping metal, gone to hell and gone, impossible pill

Where Hope’s skyline of fire meets the darkness, my outer-space, halftime Omega out-bleed!

Magical Stand-Out reason why there’s 24 accolades in a case, pronto, main street preachers

Swill it down the hatch, it’s all she wrote now get in the Cadillac, let’s hide in coastal waters

Where nothing can be seen as it truly is, something without any light, no burning, black key

Can’t get another drink on Last Call, double whiskey glasses, knocked ‘em back, oh poor me!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

* 4 US WW2 women aviators, who gave it all!

{drafted listenin’ to the millionth train rollin’ into the @RosevilleRailYard beneath the bum’s Elkhorn overpass & jammin’ to Elvis Presley's Graceland @ https://youtu.be/Sy4mKNgbcG0 & https://youtu.be/8iKSw-D4YDk}

FINIS

#FakinFallinInLoveAgain #NotGoodAtIt #RockTheHousing

NEWS’ GRANITE CREW, AHOY SEA!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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Stoned excellence, a crown fashioned out of rocks, infrared whale frequency, Zen code in play

Nothing appearing out of the sun’s fire, it’s always somewhere, forever in time, DNA’s RNA

Anti-matter and imploding atomic collapse into a warped, black hole of singularity’s android

What you appear to be when you can’t see reality or a dream, unconsciousness’s freak-a-void!

Frozen attraction in the petri dish, in the agar, caught up in the stuck-up play of a holy word

Creator of the planets, the moons and other stars in addition to a holy One sun Thunderbird

Lost the body and lost the mind but the soul still flies like there’s no tomorrow, here’s tragic

It’s apparently all a matter of thinking a thought and then willing it to be so, as if it’s #Magic.

But it is the self realization that there is nothing in the solar system that can burn you more

Than the fire in the sun’s burning helium and hydrogen atoms, crushing matter into a spore

Spun in a waving fashion of fire balls, too tiny to see with human eyesight or tele-microscope

Electron shadows is all there are, rainbows from ultraviolet to infrared, Sonny smokes dope!

You inherit the windfall of wealth puff on your way to the sudden death creeps who’re lurkin’

High and low, everywhere you know and everywhere you’ve never known, winged flight to sin

It’s the Origin’s disobedience that hurts, the rolled dice as easy as mom’s pizza pie or lasagna

You and I’ll win, we’ll all win ‘cause steel never loses #TheRollBoogie, Death’s sizzlin’ samba.

Rocks on top of the graves, where we bury the 208 bones, to each his and her own, ice is blue

No living in the boxes and urns, that’s why the living come back to check, see if it’s real, true?

Yes it is, pull weeds and scrub granite grit and grime from a dragon’s boneyard, hung, sung

Toxic, fired-up bugs, insects and vermin have a good Time, recyclin’ Space’s scam, viral dung.

Whether you think about it or not, if you’re thinking then you exist, tunnel of surf foam glow

There can be no denial of the clear idea, a common sense apprehension of the light to obscure

From the One to the Many on the number line from zero to positive and negative infinity, go

Sun-setting on #RollsRock, Monterey keepsake from my dawn’s day-ride on Rte 1’s Big Sur.

Pretend to be sane or insane, in the end you’ll get what you deserve, a karmic debt to pay for

Dreams of desire and need for the things Earth creates out of thin air ideas, opens up a door

Whether it’s good, bad or ugly, the movie either goes one way or another but it’s always over

Lights go out on stage and darkness falls into a dream of it all, as above, so below, I discover.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to some Morganwallen #RedNeckLoveSong & #Chyt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 

FINIS

 

#OnATwoLane #OrderUpACoupleLongNecks #HeyCowboys #WhatChuKnoBoutDat ?

DUBL-BARYL SHOT O’WHISKEY *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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l know nothing, I see nothing because my whiskey glasses are clear as a blue iceberg of mirth

Right there in front of me, my Single eyes, nose and mouth, my whole face jumpin’ up absurd

It’s a head above my neck’s heart and soul and I can’t erase the days or nights in my ol’ herd

Humans of the all too human variety, stars’ gods of a Roman-Greek head, for what it’s worth.

Words wasted and lost with a single flinch of the finger on the keys of the board, just because

It can’t be said too many times, drink the alcohol until your brain and mind seize the old buzz

Like the birds and bees flyin’ through the cosmic dust and knockin’ knees with the code of Us

Genetic code of the reasons for being alive, to survive the assault of the predators of my fuzz.

Hair and skin and bones, leakin’ divine, life blood out onto the chairs and tables, on my street

No music and no mothers and fathers who invent everything to pacify the violent warrior feet

Before and after I put my two cents down into the kitty, into the honey pot of mean green, Go

Never stop ‘til there’s nothing left, no struggle with anyone, when we’re One, wind will blow!

Broke my heart in four, I saw through whiskey glasses of Jack and Coke and the light seized

No way to get any further without a blood flow, without a gasp of gas, without faith or hope

Love itself has nothing to do with the survival of the fittest, that’s just a way to steal the dope

Adults and infants know the meaning of 3 AM, sleepin’ with the dead’s black nights, pleased.

Sippin’ the life’s blood from the nipples that all animals carry to line up the sucking sucklings

When the well is dry, mama can go to the beginning and start the process again, survive kings

Long live the queens of the hives and surface caves, built out of the mud and wood seed of Ra

Starlight fading, ready to sink in a grave’s black hole, incinerate the Void, OMG, Mama Mia!

Unpaid dues left over from the dregs of society, the bums and idiots thrown up, frosty rivers

All squared and cubed in a geometric pattern of arithmetic rhythm’s blues, west Indian givers

Nevertheless, charge my card for another round, ring is gone, old poor me, smokin’ god-dabs

None here so let’s go, just a move-on formula, #LineEmUp, double shots of heartbroken fads.

by

r j j stephan, i *header is Natalie Wood (1938-81) through #WhiskeyGlasses!

c. August 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 8:08 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiskeyGlasses by Morganwallen “If I Know Me” CD, 14 million views of #SippinAroundTheTruth link @ https://youtu.be/ozT3-7Dd3cg }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SIXTYeIGHT @68.NET @MorganWallen #RedneckLove

GOT NO MEDAL, SHOWDOWNIN’ 68

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Send the young people into a battle which they had nothing to do with starting or The Ending

Old people, old men, old humans who own and save everything made of golden-oil god thing

Foreign and domestic, the humans who OWN the most marbles are WINNING, lost all of It

Nobody was watchin’ the means of wealth and the wealth of the nation was just a short skirt!

First of All, One has no appearance in any form since it’s the essence of a cosmic, dusty hole

Essence as deduced in an argument for philosophical truth, is merely substance, atomic pole

Of the vermin and the human there is no other than God in charge of them all, mouths agape

Giving and taking in a dice game of chance rolls hard down a two dimension plane, 1 curved.

As a child becomes human from their teachers’ lessons on morality and guilt for living a day

All responsibility for the actions of the #PurpleHearts #SemperFi ‘til we die, where’s my AF?

Can’t hear no roar of engines because you see them first and then you see them leave the left

Maybe it’s a warning of fortune, being in the right place at the right time, la bamba’s away!

For the sake of never being in country, for the sake of the volunteers at the domestic defense

In foreign lands away from the US of A, they all want to be here and steal our common sense

To be or not to be, here and now in the history of man and woman called humanity’s BB bunt

If you do not watch and guard your liberty with every fiber of your being, the pack will hunt!

Honor to save the lives of strangers, recognized by the vision of Zen token, randomly overdue

Imagine a conscious experience of my hat being off, a salute to the honor to have served y’all

Not for any small reason I left the Second City, there’s nothing but crime, I’m a pawn, a peon

Post-interlude with my cousin, Joe the Flash and his counseling as a CPD champion, I won!

Vets Admin of the #GIBill got the wherewithal in front of my face, to begin my family of four

Turned out the infidels win the days and nights regardless of the coded, fake promises of #Ur

As the Truth displayed itself, the Void expands it’s influence and spreads among mod squads

Space and Time and the entire dimensional matrix is afoul with decadence of noMatter-gods.

Naked poet now, just like the day I was born sixty-eight years ago, August 27, 1951, I see, Ma

I felt like singin’ the day you bore me in pain’s suffering, once you healed, pa worked it again!

Fear and loathing of you and I because we want to live free and inherit mighty Father, Papa

Who is It that They are anyway? Our cousins-relatives or a clone gang of fatherless children?

Medal of Honor for the corner drugstores that keep the human genome medicated, fool moot

Better to be silent to avoid elimination as an obstruction to keeping the Occult a secret flute

Played in the ears and heads of only a chosen, hand selected few, picked without a viral Bam

Crash, goin’ down, never gonna crash & burn into ashes, it’s what substance is, all what I Am.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 27th, 2019 A.D. #HBD to me, just gratitude to my Ma & Pa for this superb trip ‘bout these gods’ Voidness, we call #LifeOnEarth, eh? Listenin’ to the #RedneckLoveSong on youTube, Morganwallen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#MothersCalledMeSweetie #GrandmaMamaAuntie #MissYall #YeahYouKnow

TWIST A MAGIC CURVE, A HOLLAR
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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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.?

Eric Clapton - Live In Hyde Park (Full album HQ)

W.W.A.R.D.?

F I N I S . . . { for #NOW } #HilliamBillary #ThisMeansWAR #DeepDarkDepressionz

PEACE BEHIND BARS, UPCOUNTRY!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 26, 2019

 

You and me baby, stick with me, I’ll take ya right up there to the tip-top of a smokin’ heap

You know I’m a great guy and you’re a unique girl who wants to be the POTUS’ bee-sting

Or maybe, if the Time in Space is Right, well, maybe really Left, then history will do, creep

Out of the shadows, where the queen will be in charge of America, once again, no f’n king.

Well, anyway, nobody’s perfect but I know what perfection is and I know that I’m only a man

Only one and the same zygote I was at conception, thanks ma and pa for the holy, royal scam

In the whirl of myriads of swirls, hurricanes and typhoons of Jupiter have begun, Earth’s tour

First a virus and then just the water appearing and disappearing out of atmospheric pressure.

Let’s listen to some talk radio DJ’s discuss the current affairs, like the nuns made you do too

Sad between the summers, C students get drafted into the USMC or USAF, war’s glowin’ halo

It exists where heroes die for the sake of an idea, nothing tangible like liberty’s freedom mage

Prestidigitation that it’s all for the sake of the genome, a pack of haters/lovers of #HehlsBells.

A needle in the groove and a lovin’ spoonful of joy to the world, sit back, relax, let it be free

Everything is the thing itself, what you’re going to be once you’re last gasp of gas’ releasee

Prisoner in the flesh and bones no more walls built to break through, everybody’s the One

Nobody is getting out of here alive, I mean not POTUS, queens or tsars, no King, not fun!

It means, just like a virus or germinated bacterial infection, humanity is an invisible stain

In the absolute zero medium of a Void, no matter, an immaterial Billary-Hillary bogeyman

That said, who said It, you’ll know it when you see it, even if you’re blinded, blackstar lights

One sun or a multitude of Red Giants and White Dwarves, Matter is fuel for the good fights.

Comfort down the deepest, darkest hollar, conscious humans injected into eggs’ DNA’d veins

That’s where nothing is, All of It, broken down to a common denominator under a numerator

Fraction of an unsolvable equation, indivisible knowledge of power, energy-mass X jet fighter

Pain’s an illusion bomb, a defective nervous system’s electric pool of hippy 60’s LSD brains.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1dikEA63lM0 }

 W.W.A.R.D.? ?

#WindowPaned #StrawberryDoubleDomed & #OrangeSunshine #AllYaGottaDoIsSayTheWord

PEACE BEHIND BARS, UPCOUNTRY!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 26, 2019

 

You and me baby, stick with me, I’ll take ya right up there to the tip-top of a smokin’ heap

You know I’m a great guy and you’re a unique girl who wants to be the POTUS’ bee-sting

Or maybe, if the Time in Space is Right, well, maybe really Left, then history will do, creep

Out of the shadows, where the queen will be in charge of America, once again, no f’n king.

Well, anyway, nobody’s perfect but I know what perfection is and I know that I’m only a man

Only one and the same zygote I was at conception, thanks ma and pa for the holy, royal scam

In the whirl of myriads of swirls, hurricanes and typhoons of Jupiter have begun, Earth’s tour

First a virus and then just the water appearing and disappearing out of atmospheric pressure.

Let’s listen to some talk radio DJ’s discuss the current affairs, like the nuns made you do too

Sad between the summers, C students get drafted into the USMC or USAF, war’s glowin’ halo

It exists where heroes die for the sake of an idea, nothing tangible like liberty’s freedom mage

Prestidigitation that it’s all for the sake of the genome, a pack of haters/lovers of #HehlsBells.

A needle in the groove and a lovin’ spoonful of joy to the world, sit back, relax, let it be free

Everything is the thing itself, what you’re going to be once you’re last gasp of gas’ releasee

Prisoner in the flesh and bones no more walls built to break through, everybody’s the One

Nobody is getting out of here alive, I mean not POTUS, queens or tsars, no King, not fun!

It means, just like a virus or germinated bacterial infection, humanity is an invisible stain

In the absolute zero medium of a Void, no matter, an immaterial Billary-Hillary bogeyman

That said, who said It, you’ll know it when you see it, even if you’re blinded, blackstar lights

One sun or a multitude of Red Giants and White Dwarves, Matter is fuel for the good fights.

Comfort down the deepest, darkest hollar, conscious humans injected into eggs’ DNA’d veins

That’s where nothing is, All of It, broken down to a common denominator under a numerator

Fraction of an unsolvable equation, indivisible knowledge of power, energy-mass X jet fighter

Pain’s an illusion bomb, a defective nervous system’s electric pool of hippy 60’s LSD brains.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1dikEA63lM0 }

 

W.W.A.R.D.?