NOTHING CAME IN A DIRTY DEED
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 19, 2020
---- #KeepUpRich ----
Paddle a downstream to liberty, gently rowing an apeman monkey’s putsch, gold’s flow
Neighbors next door and everywhere all around this entire planet, became presence of a blow
All alone as it has always been intended, you can take Nothing with you and it’ll come to fade
But for the reality that’s comin’ eventually when the bitter end arrives, life’s a passing parade.
My personal life force, the thing itself that animates what I appeared to be, It went out today
In and out of the dreams of the naked apes, I climbed and fell down the rabbit hole anyways
Far down the line on the right and the left, the sun don’t shine and the moon won’t glow gas
Unforgiving cold wind blows, the gods deliver the anger from an ape-monkey Bridge of Sighs.
Things homegrown from a seed & a special creation of spontaneous combustion’s Big Bang
Inseminating, asexual assimilation of the 93 million mile distance to the core of God’s being
Books, pages scratched with ink-dye and predication of occult secrets of lost fathers’ mothers
Walk, run, asleep or awake, blind or in full higher consciousness’ mode, One Spirit is all hers.
Green or ultraviolet blue to the crimson infrared, blood orange foolin’ the grim reaper’s flys
You know the maggots will come eventually to what you suppose is who you thought you’d be
Watch an experiment in a high school science lab, organic matter breakdown, it’s what we are
Our wise forefathers created the schools for the fools who they knew’d be born, gals & guys.
I rolled the stone away from the cave’s holy opening and the library was looted and burnt ash
Nothing left to deliver the Word, we’re here all alone and there is no creator of heaven’s Earth
A massive empty Void surrounds every hair on everything’s head, got my Pacific Stoned hash
Where it is, here & now, how it got here by spontaneous combustion, a Big Bang’s afterbirth.
Gravitational collapse into the Singularity is all you don’t know that will hurt you, illusory ego
Imagined and instilled by those who didn’t know any better, programmers without back blow
Computer program from 1’s & 0’s and a digital repetition of an eyes closed series, It’s all I am
Beggars and a devil’s defense of silver & gold, Truth is all of it, for Earth below, hell, Go-dam!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, September 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Listenin’ to Robin Trower #ComingCloserToTheDay link @ https://youtu.be/dftl_4eCs5s & #VictimsOfTheFury link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6Zcxj_UGXw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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