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  PECKING ORDER OF A MANDINGO

by Richard Joseph Stephan -

c.  Monday, August 20, 2018

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Even #SalvadorDali couldn’t be #SalvidorDali if there ever was one as in #FrancisBacon lore

Yet someone brushed the canvas and scratched the paper surfaces, whomever, genius ho-ore

Now on to the next function in the calculus, as if there’s ever an end to infinity, ad infinitum

#Ma in heaven be my witness with my #Pa in charge of the cosmic egg, where I come from.

Once or twice is one way to look at It, repetition of a lonely God you used to be, #BackWhen

In the olden days at the origin of the Cosmos, before the Egg cracked into galaxies of systems

Burning atoms of liquids, solids and the atomic gas of distinct molecular structure, the ZaZen

Impact into consciousness, ethical, moral values, Omni-Emptiness, holier-than-me flimflam.

You’re at one and the same time a moron and a happy bastard, daddy was a trick’s OBJ blow

Always on your shoulder, with a microchip of millions of dollars, a cache of debits on credits

Say you’re an uncouth, no account individual, pick a milk, homogenized style of dry cow teats

Big and yellow or black and small, possibly just an invisible, white-headed glow of my halo.

For the end of the space on this plane of existence to the end of the Time you have to breathe

Truth is Truth or it isn’t, always the right kind, going in and out of my head, dead gums’ teeth

Come with me to cold water, thirst’ll have you follow a leader, four hooves at back of the herd

Flys flying around the carcass of things that used to be, unburied, open-pit pile of spider turd.

That’s a bit strong for a speculative deduction from assumptions which have yet to be proven

Beyond any reasonable doubt is not the measure of the law, it’s the measure of a witch haven

Conjuring of spells, called Laws and Rules and the Means of Enforcement through Force, Sin

To engage the population in guilt for being alive in a free country with free speech, that’s Gin.

Self-defenseless, equipped with deadly force, to enforce self-defense vs. an extinct predator

An illusion becomes a delusion and causes an unwanted, welfare beast of a #Mandingo score

Run fast, jump high, grow big muscle in #Steroidal dysfunction, cut loose in a DMV groove

Roses move in dozens, all alone, in ecstatic display of being dead flowers, Unmoved, I move.

by

r j j stephan, i   { HEADER artwork is a representation of @DALI in perpetuity, IMHO }

c. August 20, 2018 @ 10:00 AM PST { #WhoDatMandingo }

{ written while listenin’ to the mighty Eagles #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/--rAINTn2TE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ANTIOXIDENT #TheRaceIsOn

INNERSOUL, CRO MAGNON CAVITY

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN· SUNDAY, AUGUST 19, 2018
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Pick me up safety ball, with a new net for the whole set, threads from Italian forms

Playin’ both sides, winner and loser, in order to secure the confidence of One & all

Donned a bonnet of the being who claims humanity is the origin, evolved in a ball

Surface, underground and airborne because it is the Way of the Cell, Unmoved worm.

A peculiar place to be when you’re being begged to retaliate with deadly force, in error

Havin’ skills to penetrate to the heart and grab the breath from the one with flash fear

Of the nature’s force to repel evil and harmful movements, to have deadly force power

Holding it back in the readily recollectible bank of skills until required, to see and hear.

A perception and a conception involving the neutral observer in order to ascertain the gist

Of what it is to be a human, a man, an animal but not a plant, plant and animal consumer

Everything from the salt of the Sea to the tree sap and snow caps of Earth’s Man dreamer

Fallen to sleep, as if fallen from empty space or heaven above the dirty, filthy, cuff of a fist.

You get a hundred years more or less to discover and grasp why your mama killed me dead

Maybe he needed money for some food or a mating tool or just because of the idiot’s head

There was a bald, bloody head runnin’ inside that skull’s frag-bone, blown out black holes

Walked upright on all fours, two to walk the walk, two featherless wings, frozen, iced souls.

Thirty two teeth, sixteen in the upper and the same on the lower settings, all of ‘em fall to stir

Don’t need teeth when a human is a baby and apparently gumming food to death is OK at 68

A move or two at the right time in the right place is the difference between success and defeat

A purple mark right between your blackened eyes, embedded bullseye birthmark’s heartbeat.

Adam fell down here, Cro-Magnon man got buried underground, God’s got no swallow or gag

Threw down everything the universal magnate could conjure in a mixed-up black-magic bag

Apes swingin’ on vines, runnin’ on all fours, climbin’ limbs n’ branches like high monkey bars

It’s all about the bites n’ tears of the meat, the form’s DNA spurts, carnivore lies of lying liars!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 19, 2018 Sunday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to #ACDC concert in #OaklandCalifornia in 1979 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/epSe9V5ngeo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

P H I L O S O P H I A: #CosmicCreek #CountItOff

#GoodToGoWhere? 

 

"BEHIND ITS 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 }

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