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SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT

by Richard Joseph Stephan - Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Teddy-bear used to speak and then it just became muted by my age, daddy gave me a name

I couldn’t keep talkin’ about the wasted days, my nice mama & papa made me hug my fame

Like a bird whistling times that an hour had passed from your lame life, chase a real mouse

Old #BlackBetty really mattered but Freedom acted the fool and trapped me in a hor house.

Yet it is not the limit of your skin and bones, you will let the rocks roll over the sticky point

Rivers will carry your DNA from snow-caps to the bottom of ground zero #MarianaTrench

Nobody will come to save you or anyone else way down there below the belt in #Hades joint

Nothing in particular, nothing in general and it is very important that you have real stench.

In the middle of the times you find in your presence of the seventh son’s of .45’s & a .357

No bull’s eyes above your head, they are dead in the middle of your hearts and souls of zen

Strength in the faded pretenders who say what they’ll never mean when their called on to fly

For the first and last time, the end will begin the next day under a blue or black diamond sky.

No wings, don’t need ‘em when Gravity is zero and the eights to the bar, boogie on the floor

Now and then you trip on about the fact that you’ve got less than an hour to live, maybe more

Anything can happen if you get mugged by a guy hungry and strung out, I left him in a trench

He thought I was gonna lay down and die for his command, scary, scar-face and dank stench.

When you’re desperate for food and safety to rest, you might be lured into a material world

Smugglers and witch hunters take up a good portion of time to entertain the masses, unsold

For the sake of the peace and mind of the ones who read what I’ve written, lighten up, chill

It’s gonna end like it or not, enjoy #ZaZen on a Harley or in an Acura but still, be mystical!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 21, 2018 Tuesday @ 8:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Van Morrison & HITS on youTube link #JellyRoll }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FilibusterTuesday #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

THOR KNOWS AND AWAITS YOU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan -  Tuesday, August 21, 2018

 

Do not be a scared gambit little #Gambino because there’s only sunshine and blue sky ahead

Until the final swig of Tennessee whiskey, all drunk, CBD stoned, stupid cannibinoid dread

Death is an aspect of the cosmic consciousness between #Happiness and the empty pit #Void

How you get there and who you are when you deploy me uptown, bid and burned, I’m freed.

Cards dealt, dice rolled, down near the devil’s riverside playin’ stones, pebbles and hot rocks

For the last time, gettin’ drunker than a sober alcoholic with a whole keg to swill on the docks

Before we launch, everything is stocked, the boat is ship shape and we are ready to party hard

For no reason at all, the Truth hurts, I dusted my off my boots and you trumped me #Libtard.

Desperate men die just like the ones who live for a hundred years and leave an historical leg

For the descending DNA to stand upon and pretend that it means anything more than dregs

A flip of the switch and you and I are done with the breath and the animation of the haloscum

Saints and their nemesis, the humans and demons who evolved from a Big Bang’s doldrums.

Swaying in and out between the lines, over and under the ground, the water, the sky and Ho

Where nothing is left over from all of the matter that burned up in the furnace of my #Hello

When it was time, how it was done wasn’t as important as burnin’ smoke n’ shots in the dark

Reproduction of a genome for no reason other than, a force is not a choice, don’t double park.

A pint or cup will do if the quart or gallon can’t be had, it’s almost nothing to see, invisibility

A will to animate the inanimate objects through kinetic genetics or a physical shove, we to be

Knowing nothing’s close to knowing at all, #GetYourHandsUp, it’s a factoid in a deck’s stack

Robbed, fired up rolling thunder, muscles ripped, @Thor stole It and is flingin’ #Scat back.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 21, 2018 AD @ 6:06 PM #Mardi

{ drafted listenin’ to @Everclear #AMRadio & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hjg39XRkjVc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AppropoTalkOnTheStreet #NewKidInTown

  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.?