You Are My Kind

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"STONES LIPS ON ROCKERS"

STONES LIPS ON ROCKERS

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Feeling rocked but not stoned and falling off of a cliff in Big Sur, I think therefore I was there

Amazing that I’ve forgotten my name, my social security number, my address, my identity

Everything swallowed and digested, recycled into the past from the future, skippin’ presents

Yours and mine, all of us, we are “The Them” our mothers and fathers warned us about, see?

No good bad guys and gals, grew up either in cities or in the country, raised by miscreants’ ilk

What is left over fodder from the Big Bang’s refuse, blown-up star particles, without purposes

A cell’s animation or multi-cell civilization’s paradise in the Void, spun homegrown, cow milk

To be you or me or not to be, that’s not the only inquiry of alien intelligence’s common sense.

The rest is the history of the universe whether a PhD physicist or blind prophet, rock hard Ra

It came from nothing we can name, we came from what we agree to call the “Thing” of God

Mainline for the brain and the mind, to think about the things, places, sheep who go LaDiDa

Maybe better that I don’t but I will give y’all seventeen cents old buddy, hop in my ole hotrod.

I came from good folks and hung around the worst neighborhood boys I could find around

Looser than you when you got a buzz-on, I fell off of the wagon and drank a tub of Jack D

All alone now just like the day before I met you, it was just the way it was, happiness’ sound

Buy me a boat, a truck to pull it and get to the Lake by the Rock, oh Folsom let me be free!

Back down, I ain’t ever gonna do it, I got my point and I know I got my own back, I am One

Whatever you say, whatever you think about this that or the other things, I do not GAS, son

I am floatin’ with the river current downstream toward the mouth, where the blue sea hums

A hundred degrees but I’m fixin’ drinks again, waitin’ to BBQ, got more ice, sippin’ 151 rums.

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r j j stephan, i

c. July 17, 2018 Tuesday @ 9:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to some @ChrisJanson #FixADrink & HITS @ https://youtu.be/-_Op0bQfMoo?list=RDmAz9iq3VFTo }

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" 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.

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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 }

 

 

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