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BRING IT PERSIANS, #MolonLabe

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 8, 2019

Doom and gloom ain’t gonna cover my darkness in the closet of marbles and dog-nut crumbs

Treasure gold, silver and diamonds have disappeared into the thin air of stratospheric bums

Boom, up in smoke, feathers ticklin’ your arse but you feel naught but pending gloom’s doom

Light ‘em up if you got them, prime the pump, drink ‘til you’re drunk and then do it, bloom!

Liberty and slavery just words for the Life of Man, bugs, bacteria, elephants, rats and bugs

Came here to be alone but have more company than a conglomerate corporation of bones

All skulls and crossed up to the hilt of the blown penthouses of penniless NYC bums’ pants

Putting all of what you’ve got in the honey pot for the minions, everybody wants to dance.

Best foot forward, worst species backward, primin’ pumps, facilitate love’s fake soul slumber

Deep as I am now, lost the pain and suffering of logic and reason, the dot is gettin’ It, darker

Losin’ lighthearts in hobo faces I’ve seen from first to last days of yesteryear, y’all did it Papa!

Let go, bones are wings down, stinkin’ stiff in the buried box, six feet under, hehl yes, Mama!

Saxophones blown in haste, horns of the angels crew who croon the Earth’s dirty dozens

Your mama’s nose is so big that she can smell everything in the universe in a snort-sniff

It is what it is and if there’s more, bring it on to papa, I ain’t your mama either sweet baby

Like brooks and streams from mountains to the sea, rain will be all there is of you and me!

So easy to be hard on yourself and easy to be hard on me so bring it on, Ms. formidable foe

I can’t go for that, no can do, regardless of your intent to win, I always win and you will blow

Dreamed the Air, Wind and four imaginary corners of squashed gravitational, atom-collapse

Bolder now and before the ignition, headed to extinction of species, God said, “That’s a RAP!

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted in my BOSE output of Daryl's House Club with Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Yi4_ttgjDmk }

 

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@TheRollingStones - Doom And Gloom

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LESSONS OF SNOOP/CHUCK LOGOS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, June 7, 2019

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Gods of the animals of Earth are all dead in the ground of being, animated my fake divinities

Filled with heavy vibrations of lead and gold oozing from star nova in an empty, blackish hole

Premium for the hydrogen and oxygen to rain down on the ground, to grow the seeds to trees

Fruit of sweet vines to feed monkeys who’ve no shelter before they fade away into belly scat.

A boy at the altar speakin’ Latin of the change from water to wine and bread to godly zens

To be kissed and then eaten and swallowed to allow forgiveness of being related to origins

No freedom to choose in the divine creation, no freedom to obey Laws of the God ain’t fate

Rational logic from the muck and mire of this holy void fails to enlighten, it’s a fool’s mate!

We lived to be here willingly or not and to eat, drink and sleep off the years until a bitter end

Maybe a good or evil place to be once you have no body, armed with just a holy soul to blend

Into the matrix, the menudo mix of nouns, verbs, objects of subjective predication of the cops

Society know-it-alls passing it on to the minions beyond their six foot under graves, psi-ops.

Doing everything before you die is a good idea since nobody will follow up for you, do it alone

Then you know it’s done the way you want it to be done, the right way the first time, all’s fun

Even if it was all pain and suffering, to be here and now on Earth, it may be better than a void

Absence of happiness and all emotion, lack of logic and reason, hardly to alarm old Dr Freud.

To know that the object of happiness is just to be alive, born and raised to avoid being eaten

To be the atomic dust survived from the Big Bang is all the measurement of success I’ve seen

Empty vacuum of meaning when there’s no reason to evolve, Chuck, rational and dead wrong

Reincarnate over and over again until you succeed at Life, then sing a final, dark LOGO song.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Rare.Earth/Philosophers.Stone/BAHC Gems LOL, no just RARE Earth on youTube #GetReady link @ https://youtu.be/Yan9WilVmEg }

 

FINIS