#MotherGoosedMe & #DaddyDidntRockMe #SignificanceOfSignification

SIGNIFY SPACE = TIMING IT ALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

BLOVEMBER 2nd, 2020 A.D. at 1:53 AM

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Mother ocean called me in, above the world crying out, “I don’t wanna die! Ad infinitum

Yet nobody’s listenin’ except me, I hear voice when I’m wide awake and when I’m asleep

I walk around in circles surrounding the buildings I drove to you early in the black AM

Lighted my ways and means until I got to the final resting place of me and my own scam.

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There’s a rally and a concert tonight but I’m out in Wisconsin fishin’ random bass & blue gill

Before I knew it, the limit was in and the stringer was full, so I rowed it on in without a skill

None of the dead fish I brought in were wasted, they were cooked, fried and fell in my clicks

A herd and a school to the cemetery full of rock stones, above and a little below fort’s dicks.

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New tattoos for you & the babies who grow up on horrid orphanages full of a genetic factor

Women and men grown in the home of the Homers and little dirges, who rule Mama’s roosts

Flip flops broken in two places so I had to stay home from the beach’s white sand hot boosts

I came to feel the warmth of inner space in a room of cold and wet dryness, need a Kracker.

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Found the chords to play in the doubt of schemes and dreams the grandmothers left undone

Wanting the dream to come to true isn’t enough so the desire wanes without that thing itself

Out of the blackness come the blues only so you can get red hot, white hot to burn a GD elf

In the star called the Sun, I am the One, You are the One and we both equal the specs of One.

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Use all of the ‘zenes’ topical and ‘zones’ tropical can put highlights down in all twilight zones

Chords of treble & bass, arpeggios coming outta nowhere in skulls’ cool, grotesque minions

Who work at jobs to pay for others to blow wind in their hair with others who share The Man

Punks and genii to consume the unconscious’ content and it’s living contraption, too human.

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Don’t blame me for what you’re responsible for, beating you up is not the point, it’s a sword

The tip is this memory to guide you on the Way that goes right up the middle of a red horde

Out of Natives’ tongues, all the way to Georgia and up to Washington state, Tacoma bound

Hit a bus depot with an ounce of herb & fifteen bucks, hit the road hitched to higher Seattle.

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Fought and beat the hell out of the formidable foes who arose out of nowhere, solitary souls

Came from far and near, under and over the things you perceive, words in and out the goals

For the sake & purpose of the complete Oneness the sages reminded us of, just the essence

All things you grew out of from zygote to the present uniform come from an omnipresence.

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Beat the drums, strum the strings, hit the chords and produce memes, songs to old Sing Sing

Invisible does you good if you can buy some time, they all want to eat or to just kill fake Sins

Nobody likes the happiness that is not their own, jealous and in such a state of full doubting

You got it, skins & brass but need percussion and beating wood sticks into oceanic shark fins.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, BLOWVEMBER the 2, 2020 @ 1:11 AM PST

{ Here’s a miracle for you, Oneness when there’s chaos in the middle of the head, down the

back of your neck to your soul’s emptiness you came to Earth with, your mama ain’t here and

your daddy don’t rock & roll yet, #Santana @https://youtu.be/AX9j0vIJ-aA #OyeComoVa ! }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?