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NO LAST WORDS TO MAKE FLESH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, May 21, 2019

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Silent and holy are nights that move before and after your births and deaths but who cares?

Nobody you know or will ever know, if you can survive and not become raw food of dogs’ flab

You may be white trash buried underneath the ground of nature, orange grace of red dragons

Safe without a compass or map, in the heat of a desert freeze of Isis and Zeus’ fine handguns.

Their wining about the food and the shelter because it’s free and they want liberty to take it

No working for wages, no trading wares for needs and desires, nothing to do with a cat’s teat

Imagine trying to survive when the world and everything in it wants you buried in white sand

A little less likely you will wine when you have a bottle of Merlot chilled in your fatback hand.

In a pinch, everyone will spill the beans so buckle up and get ready to rock, we sail in thirty

Pitched a perfect game until the last batter of the last inning hit a grand slam four bagger

It was zero to zero for nine, then suddenly it was 4-0, game over, walk-off the big balls flight

Suspend your judgement about this fiasco until finale momentum, I can’t stand it no more.

Secrets will never remain in the darkness once the blind men and women see the Truth of Ga

Immediately prior to the day your tag of essence expires, you get the feeling something’s off

Sure, the On switch was on Off the entire time the dream moved on with pretension, but wait

Do you smell what I smell, raw burgers and hooves of Pokemon and Defender, cough cough.

Hit the hammer on the surface about a million times and then for some reason, swing at air

Nobody’s gettin’ out of the Mother Earth including the elite and downtrodden, isolated fare

Comin’ to Jesus is what I meant by WWJD, so very cool you know, to be or not to be blue soul

Nameless before conception filled the void womb full of fertile, grounded particle receptacle.

Pure focus on the punch line comin’ right out of left field or nowhere, same time, same place

The mighty will to power is a hidden power that only the fortunate sons and daughters mine

Current on the river is brisk and I am in an unsinkable container, goin’ downstream for good

My tribe threw me on a raft of wood, set it on fire and I just wanted to say one more thing, ...

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 21st, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones new CD #NoSecurity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oZtXiN8i1uE }

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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.

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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 }

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