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W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, September 14, 2018

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I didn’t know, scared, I’d just float away the moment after my last breath, inhaled the shade

Darkness came inbound and propelled my mother to climax into my conception, I got made

Not for any small reason and even though it’s not fair, somebody’s got to step up to the plate

If not you or me, who will do it to the One who is asleep at the wheel, dyin’ and done, fate.

Just because you aren’t immortal doesn’t mean you can’t live like every day is your last, huh

You know what I mean, just reminding you to do anything you want and try to be fair with all

Because the Karma will return to you twice as hard as the hardship you cause on others skulls

Not that the Way isn’t in the picture, down the middle path, from here to Nirvana in Tejas.

Now and then you wall into a rut and get used to the monotony of night and day just to sleep

Slumber a quarter to a third of human life from infancy thru geriatric catastrophic lover leap

Deep penetration down to the bottom of the beautiful, black hole’s singularity, divine infinity

I know nothing more than knowledge that I am alive, here, now, this is and I am a beauty.

I’ll bury the hatchet if I must just to show that I’m as serious as a Philosophy professor’s TA

Inside the deep purple of it all, I always try to light my fire and beg to keep it burning today

Every move I ever make every step I take, you’ll be watchin’ me and I you, too, scary rites

Space in this square cube, empty of atoms yet full of muons’ anti-matter bark, bitcoin bytes.

I’ve got some news for you that’s not really new but it’s an old antidote to media #FakeNews

Believe me and have faith that you will if you don’t already, that life is a short trip off a wire

Balance and the ability to recover gravity’s love for crashin’ objects at 32 feet per sec/second

On the way down, look and see what you’ve done, flashback the good, bad high school friend.

Round up all of the orphans in this world and send them all to Nirvana, just um, because

No other reason than to allow justice for the beasts who live in lit-up, dark shadows ‘buzz

All together in my mind and body, my mouth’s agape at the dilemma and I stand agasp

Eyes wide open, breathing in and out until the solar plexus phartz into a harmless parody

r j j stephan, i { *Header’s my sister Little Queenie Deborah Stephan’s mime, couch surfin’! }

c. Friday, September 14, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to Madonna #HITS #LikeAVirgin on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s__rX_WL100 }

W.W.A.R.D.?