#CosmicCreek #CountItOff

"BEHIND THEIR EYES LIES A SNAKE"

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

c. Saturday, August 18, 2018

If you want the Truth then you better be able to handle the Truth or else you’ll go insane

Only you can predict the way you’d react to the Facts of Life your daddy never divulged

Not even your mama called her father ‘daddy’ but there you go again, causin’ word pain

Because you are not free to accent your language expression when on a fecal, oral deluge.

Your early training in public manners was to learn to stay out of public in my coolsville

Where nobody else ever goes because it’s all in your skull, in the silent pane windowsill

Without a reflection nor transparency, just a frosted mess of ferocious, cellular rocking

Not the music rock but the lava rock from the belly of the Earthly core, golden sulfuring.

Now first things first, what is more important, #Freedom or #ObedienceToTheOverlord?

Think about it for a moment, there’s need to rush to judgement, like I’m the enemy, ha ha

You just DO NO shoot the messenger because you cannot comprehend the message’s chord

Which is the Way and Means to know the reason for Life in general as well as your ‘Mama.”

Speaking and understanding the speech of the speaker as a listener is a sacrosanct code of Ur

Engaged in the effort to become enlightened in darkness, mind unveils delusions of grandeur

Finding nothing but air all around the Earth but nothing at all anywhere else, drop a dime

Means something or nothing, depending on an acceptance of #BlindFaith and the #Sublime.

Micro-aggression with the lifting of the small pinky to move the unmoved mover to doubt

That the world leaves you alone even if you inject the venom into the situational ethics’ pout

You always know that doing the right thing as soon as you can will never go wrong, unless...

You challenge a #GAM (GrownAssMan) who says he ain’t a boy and boom, you’re Brightness.

Yet you are not the snake behind their eyes, their demon has no effect on my own Way of Tao

Attempting to break my stride while in quest of the Nirvana which presents itself to say Ciao

Incomplete mission without the use of reason or force as backup, awakened in a twilight zone

A Void, empty place in space appears to be all Divine scene projections upon a retinal bone.

by

r j j stephan, i { written for all illegal immigrants who want sympathy from #LosDiablos }

c. August 18, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield & The O'Jays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iENoCn8k0bw & https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#2Legit2Quit

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TongueTied & #FaceMasked

PUPPETS IN GIRL’S HAIR STYLES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday - August 16, 2018

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Here and now are the place and time you want to be, ready for the roller coaster feel a thrill

Of going slowly uphill and rush down at light-speed around and around the top of Chop Hill

High or low it goes faster than you care to go without a seat-belt and end the ride breathless

On skates, on a board, on skis and sleds, toboggans work too, slide on down to the crib’s bliss.

Up above and down below the same place you’re sitting now, barely getting by with your digs

Places with things inside to surprise your sense of being a man, all too human sons of Whigs

Being told to shut your mouth when it’s big and you’ve got lips bigger than your killer tongue

All you have is your bidding, that you’re a grown ass man, with a grown ass punk face offing.

Monsters won’t get him because they won’t let his father be, the refuse of Rico is all the Maya

Garbage written and said from the first day of hearing a sound, a song, a voice, mama mia

Putting two plus two together always comes to four and that’s where it’ll be left, bein’ sublime

Put your lips together and try to force the air to scream in screech code, must be supper time.

A bite off of the candy qualifies as experience so eat a bunch of Hershey bars and Musketeers

Dust off the old dirt from my boots and my lid and goin’ out huntin’ for the punks, my peers

You don’t know me but I will annihilate and inhale your essence, metabolize it, hairstyle dies

If I can show you puppets dreaming nothing, I will have had a very good Friday in paradise.

Found my mind hiding in a corner about 5 minutes after I lost it, lost my mind for too long

Crazy and upset about the nature of the beast that moves from place to place without reason

Just because it needs to be done for the sake of something bigger than the both of us, a song

Singing to a sinkin’ ship in the middle of shark infested waters, just what I wanted! Bite me!

by

r j j stephan, i  { #ItIsNotComplicated when you wear a #RasberryBeret <3 br="" her="">

c. August 16, 2018 Thursday @ 6:66 PM PHT

{ drafted while listenin’ to Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton doin’ #SlowHand & @PRINCE #PRINCE #WhenDovesCry things on youTube link BE - LOW ! } 

W.W.A.R.D.