W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, May 20, 2019
#ThunderboltStruck #TNTMercy @J-LoYoYo #Remedy
YOYO’D ON @J-LO FLY-G
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 20, 2019
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She ain’t your mama, that is for certain, everybody knows she’s wasted from runnin’ ‘round
And around and around ad infinitum, further than any human or insect can perceive sound
I hear it loud and clear, since I’m just a ‘bot, never been all too human or all too insect either
It ain’t my fault that this scenario of reality is goin’ down, I’m just a casual observer of #facts.
First things first and last things forgotten and neglected unto death, here is symbolic logic
Start with a premise or three and lead on to the inevitable, rational deduction that you suck
Like the graves underground, buried bones close to the Earth core, recycle the worm’s fate
Cause of the dust going to dust is the revolution of the planet about the burnin’ balls of hate.
When you burn everything that matters into a crisp, like the sun does, like the stars show us
You may come close to the Truth about the nature of Being, who and what always make a fuss
Nature’s #GameOfThrones with the kings, queens and soldiers all surviving alas, fruit n’ nuts
I will obstruct the Justice since I created it from nothing but air, morals and ethics, the ruts.
Here and now is the code for the present, what you see is what you got, nothing more I can do
Discovery while walkin’ and sailin’ about this world is sacrosanct and a gift to the chosen few
Those who were fortunate daughters and sons of the merciful gods, not vengeful bug-insects
Code red or blue, one side of the spectrum of light to the other, infrared subjects and objects.
Used to walk the dog and rock the baby in the cradle but then I lost my yo-yo, imperial’s mold
Over the rainbow somewhere far away from the grounded feet of success, there’s lead or gold
Findin’ and keeping it until The Market Bully does a #Smack Down on your mama, not mine
That’s how it goes very often, #Flygirls so bad they die when they die, taxes Time on a dime.
by
r j j stephan, I “00”
c. May 20, 2019 A.D. @ 5:00 AM
[ drafted while listenin’ to the mega-mighty, almighty Tower of Power #SoVeryHardToGo & HITS on youTube link, in a #ChicagoLooper @ https://youtu.be/0IR_mTe-1wM }
FINIS
Saturday, May 18, 2019
#PutYourFootOnTheRock #LetsRoll #RASTAMAN #SixtyFourSquareZone #ThirdPlaneSpace #FourthDimensionTime #Unashamed #Unabashed #LydiaPense #ColdBlood
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UNASHAMED & UNABASHED
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Think about it pawns, kings and fortunate sons, we are all kin to hungry cats and hot canines
Now, my friend is bein’ honest whether parents are priests, nuns or inmate dressed to nines
In revolution around the burning, hot star, gaining momentum, a holy, gravity wobble busted
Enchanted, being the third stone from a sun’s quirky nonsense, a One religion of Stardusted.
In numerical-alphabetical order, we’re all on the same page of an Emerald Tablet’s scratchin’
Recollection of conception between four alienated forms of immaculate con-deception, a sin
In love or lust, a mating thing beyond wars’ glass thrones of kings’ fake queens on the blocks
Fired-up water sums up the planet’s groom of it’s #Rockness with no Blue Sea, cool sky rock.
Without a trace left by the ancient trail of smoke in the empty valley of tears, I am, the F-son
The air goes in and it goes out of me, until one day it will end, it’ll be finished for the bleedin’
Heart stops pumping and only gravity and muscle relaxers cause bowel-evac, I’m a heathen
Out of the cave yet hidden in the plain sight of the hunters who starve for the cry and wine.
Who exists as your soul’s accountant, is to know that you are a walkin’ deep-sleep Time flip
Cannot awaken easily since it involves leaving the Earth’s gravitational twirl, God-death grip
Married to the dreamer until death do us part, it ain’t my fault that it is what it is, so just chill
You could but I don’t recommend attempting to explode firearms into my skinless, holy skull.
Name and serial number on your dog tagged jaw, kicked shut by a loving combat boot’s soul
Equations mirror a real life, inequality being the essence of Love itself, eyes watch my steps
On freeways the secluded roofs over ape-UFO modality, Oneness without atomic form of hole
Black Holes, White Dwarves as above, so below a 64-square plexi-glasstop, apes, “Let’s roll!”
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r j j stephan, i
c. May 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PDT Samedhi
{ drafted while listenin’ to @LydiaPense & @ColdBlood #WhenImKissinMyLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/s_S4rDwVBl0 }
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