Sunday, July 15, 2018
Saturday, July 14, 2018
"FOOLS ON A TRAIN TO MY PLACE"
I woke up one day over sixty years ago and to my surprise, everyone was asleep, still are
Wool or just ignorant blind faith has become the demon-erratic way of life, liberty’s gone
Took a pill when the pain was too much to bear, sat back in my easy chair and zoned out
A twilight place in the the plasma of my Sony, linked to my Bluetooth and yours no doubt.
It’s not that complicated if you begin from a First Cause of stars n’ blue skies, my dad Sonny
Yes, the rain in the rivers from the snow on the mountain tops, on fifths or ides of September
Day my daddy died and others on planet dirt, could have been in January, May or December
Nevertheless, logic and reason flow, streaming lines of data, a new form of life, a cyberbully.
Smoking, drinking, working, paying debts, buying things and services to live like a faux king
With faux queens expecting the royal treatment or you’ll be totin’ that bale, keep on truckin’
Lay down with dogs and you’ll get the fleas, bad boys need good boys to influence the blues
Boom boom or blam blam, it’s like a nightmare or dream, depending on good or evil of me.
There’s nothing personal about this so don’t take it in a foul way, don’t #eff up scat that I say
I’m not loaded for bear and I’ve got no axe to grind, this is a mere slight of hand to go ondelay
From the get/go you knew it was all about OUR food, drink and being all too goda#n human
My own PLAYlist from Hades is no diversion from the gods’ silent chants of vermin, A men.
Places in Space to go from pole to pole and all around the equator of continental nonsense
In this time, Time has been the measure of the revolution and the recession of plasma soul
Substance of the First Cause, the Unmoved Mover is right here and right now and you got it
Deep down inside of you and I and every other thing that lives on this Dirt, something’s Up.
by
c. July 14, 2018 Saturday @ 9:11 AM E.S.T.
{ written while listenin’ to my dominance in this hemisphere within my empty Oneness & listenin’ to WAR THE BAND hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/O8K8NfMLyf0 }
*Saw WAR THE BAND ‘LIVE’ last PM @ the California State Fair outside in the beautiful California July night! I must have done something really, really good in a ‘past’ life to deserve it! peace/out Richard Joseph Stephan
Friday, July 13, 2018
"KICKS OVER SIZE #7, EMPTY TOMB!
KICKS OVER SIZE #7, EMPTY TOMB!
Richard Joseph Stephan Friday, July 13, 2018
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Civilization of humanity, stuck the men, the boys, the girls who grow into the tax-you gang
Who defend Freedom, kickin’ in the barn, little feet over size #7, in a deep pocket blowhole
Took all the jobs and shoved them, the herd heard with their ears, they hear the gong bong
Filling the creator’s Void, empty pocket is impossible, it’s full of emptiness and a rubber soul.
Pumped up muscles, young and strong, energy and drive to be the best, to become the One
There’s where the Many reside, All for One and One for All, two, three or four musketeers
Grabbing the babies who are born to the unfocused, uncivilized parents or ‘parent’ is a rash
For the boss of their life, the people who reward your labor with a paper check of the cache.
Is it really an accident that the mantra isn’t generating peace and love, sharing the free-fall
I don’t think that can be proven or disproven but it’s an important point for the sake of all
You have the high hopes of the dreamers who live under a tyrant’s rule, island or province
All humanity want to be taken care of by the Big Daddy in the sky or a POTUS’ footprints.
Today may be rainy, dark or light and sunny but tonight like magic, it’ll now prestidigitate
Rolling and rocking not even felt by any of the residents upon or below the burned as#es
Leftovers from the #Fire that was the origin of the petroleum we use to combust our fate
In a deep, wet dream or just praying that there’s a Creator who cares, holes, women, ashes.
How did the ignorant, young idiot pay attention to the language long enough to feed the face
The meaning of life, maybe Monty Python and Benny Hill Funny Videos shed the ultraviolet
Disguised as the infrared wavelength, unseen yet present at all times, everywhere void, Space
Minds born to xy-zygotes, DNA’s size #0 to#7, All of It’s alone, a Divinity’s empty-mind-set.
by
r j j stephan, i { If you don’t know what the HEADER is a representation of, just forgetaboutit! You already did right? Yep, yep. Google Iwo Jima! }
DAWN IN IWO JIMA
c. July 13, #FridayTheThirteenth, 2018 AD @ 5:11 AM PST
{ consolidated the random stimuli into the inferior scat preceding this bovine excrement and all the while being entertained by Curtis Mayfield #SweetExorcist “To Be Invisible” & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/81foxlORujM }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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