" HEIGHT OF HOPE, SIR #LONGKNIFE "

 

 

HEIGHT OF HOPE, SIR #LONGKNIFE

 

by Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, July 16, 2018 

You cannot swipe the Spirit in your ATM debit IBM machine, you have a soul for a grim one

There is no place to go any more when the promised land’s been desecrated by homo sapiens

Euro-Asian, African, South American, North American, Australia or Antarctica or my house

Everywhere above the salty sea from sandy, rocky beach coasts through deserts and oasis’ ice.

Shut up, no, keep talkin’ if you think you’ve a chance at persuading mountain dew fools, dude

To bend a knee to your Will to Power, everyone must bow their heads like you died a martyr

Burned on the stake full of burning fire, who I was became extinct, now my flesh barbecued

If the star shines on your cap or hat, your bald or hairy head, you got lucky again, gods care.

A padded foam underneath your bent knees, while waiting for your little deuce coup hotrod

Into the priests and marble tabernacles where the transubstantiation resurrected the dead 1

Every holy day, every one of the 365 spins and annual revolutions about the #FakeGasGod

Wow, paradise has been lost but nobody really GAF, nobody cares that it’s the Truth’s gun.

That will put a damper on your hopes and dreams of living after the body dies, dashed God

Empty vacuum within and without the thing itself, Being and the antithetic Nothingness sod

To be or not, isn’t an issue when nothing really matters at all, all alone is living night n’ day

Like a dream from which there’s an awakening, you’re Present, Not a thought, it is The Way.

Save the God of your soul from torture and humiliating self-deprecation, forget about it son

Pretend as if nothing has been understood and let it be as it was and always will be, sightless

No third eye or even two eyes with shades, the Wolf, The Lion and the Thunder Bear all One

Grab some lumber and nail them Cris-cross, winks, nod to God, Void for All, oh boy, godless.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 16, 2018 Monday @ 7:77 AM PST

{ drafted being cool, how ‘bout you? Distracted from the AM awakening of POTUS’ President Donald Trump ✅ Vladimir Putin [OFFICIAL] #chitChat with & HITS by the Official Tower of Power Band #LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nFjHL-E0NTQ }

 

 

W.W.A.R.D.?

DRIVIN' CALIFORNIA US HWY1, SINCE YOU AXED!

DRIVIN’ CALI-US HWY 1, SINCE YOU AXED

by

Richard Joseph Stephan * July 15, 2018

First of all, it’s probably a good idea to let you know, I’m not a kid, I reincarnated, I’m fine

From the body of an ancient man who was about twenty-two, LOOSE as fishin’ reel line, son

What I do is what I’ve done and will always do, the Earth spins, wobbles, revolves, it’s a sign

You aren’t of this Earth below, beachboy, ghetto boy, follow divine regulation for civilization.

Picked and grinned since I was ‘bout three and by the time I turned into a warrior backslider

Learned how to fight and defend Love’s Constitution, don’t think I won’t, it’s a Big Surprize

Plunged over a cliff into the drink, stuck in the rocks, dead man’s curve, plumb stuck-a-phuqr

Drowned before help arrived, spirits all around couldn’t help, they were everywhere, no lies.

Sure was buzzed when I came around that last curve ‘fore I was a dead man, an idiot worries

Nothing hereafter to reconcile my all too humane faux pas that erupted with fervor, seized us

Grim reaper not as advertised, t’was fear of the living that mattered to the Void’s Cosmic Z’s

Gods don’t sleep because they are not conscious, not unconscious and have no subconscious.

Pillars and polar magnetics from friction-gravity we’ve come from gas afar from a divine thorn

You’ve got your solace in the unknown, putting an old man’s face or sitting American Indian

Natives, since y’all asked are anybody on this planet that was anywhere on Earth when born

Native is birth on the ground, in the substance of being, in a form of animal eating, data scan.

Born in mid-AM, blown into a Windy City by The Lake that used to be, animated the twoOne

To be moved from the dead stop, to become the form of two into One, lips kissed what I seal

I will do whatever it takes to survive upon the naked ape planet, hillbilly’s mind gone to Heel

Soul ain’t dead yet but I got that fate, drink and a smoke, got loose, a girl and boy, 1 & DONE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. July 15, 2018 Sunday @ 7:11 amPST

{ drafted while jammin’ to #KidRock Smack Pie Pizza & *HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tBWzNF_erA0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

White Trash

W.W.A.R.D.?