W.W.A.R.D.?
Monday, July 01, 2019
#WanderingGhost #PickUpTruck #SomethinBoutATruck
FUKUSHIMA WHITE MEN
FEED THEM SHRIMP!
SIDEWINDER TILTED MY WORLD
A little more pepper and salt on my la pomme de terre, I fell all over, your kiss turned me on
I know that it’s impossible to live with you forever but you’ve got every day I’ll be breathin’ in
Upside down and every which way but loose, like I’ve been from day one, sweet gold start me
Shade trees and honeysuckle down by the river, dusk to dawn in a tent by the elder elm tree.
After the towers fell down, we all had to communicate face to face with lies and factoid truth
It wasn’t easy but we looked into one another’s deep, colored eyes, feelings fell like Niagara sea
Waterfallin’ at the speed of light, ninety three million miles a minute for a soft and sweet face
Good night when ya know a good day’ll come in due time, a beauty’s smile, this side of space.
Inherited the ancestors habits and rituals, believe it or not, faith in the blind, holy night of Id
Internally and externally an orbit around a nucleotide, itty bitty piece of a picture of my Kid
The One y’all hang on tree trunks and pound the metal freed from the ground of this dirty dirt
All the genome’s DNA has to count on is #Asp honey and honeysuckle, to be the bee, #Flirt.
From flower to another without regard for anything but the pollen to reward little Queenie
Cadillacs and Lexi don’t matter much as long as you comply before you and the sky be free
Of the men and the rat pack that groom the nonsense out of the herds and packs of chitbags
All they do is consume and exhaust, bury the wasted gin and whiskey in oceans’ of Sea.
Before you get riled up, the in and out of this real estate, kiss the sky mine, Life’s a star noise
At 8, I had a glass of gram-pa's cellar keg of fine vino, #JellyBeanJoe from Brach's candy boys
Teaching from the teachers caught my attention and I followed the logic A to Z, a zero to nine
Honeybee right here darlin, we made the honeycomb right here and now, deep end of my line.
I know that it’s impossible to live with you forever but you’ve got every day I’ll be breathin’ in
Upside down and every which way but loose, like I’ve been from day one, sweet gold start me
Shade trees and honeysuckle down by the river, dusk to dawn in a tent by the elder elm tree.
After the towers fell down, we all had to communicate face to face with lies and factoid truth
It wasn’t easy but we looked into one another’s deep, colored eyes, feelings fell like Niagara sea
Waterfallin’ at the speed of light, ninety three million miles a minute for a soft and sweet face
Good night when ya know a good day’ll come in due time, a beauty’s smile, this side of space.
Inherited the ancestors habits and rituals, believe it or not, faith in the blind, holy night of Id
Internally and externally an orbit around a nucleotide, itty bitty piece of a picture of my Kid
The One y’all hang on tree trunks and pound the metal freed from the ground of this dirty dirt
All the genome’s DNA has to count on is #Asp honey and honeysuckle, to be the bee, #Flirt.
From flower to another without regard for anything but the pollen to reward little Queenie
Cadillacs and Lexi don’t matter much as long as you comply before you and the sky be free
Of the men and the rat pack that groom the nonsense out of the herds and packs of chitbags
All they do is consume and exhaust, bury the wasted gin and whiskey in oceans’ of Sea.
Before you get riled up, the in and out of this real estate, kiss the sky mine, Life’s a star noise
At 8, I had a glass of gram-pa's cellar keg of fine vino, #JellyBeanJoe from Brach's candy boys
Teaching from the teachers caught my attention and I followed the logic A to Z, a zero to nine
Honeybee right here darlin, we made the honeycomb right here and now, deep end of my line.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
r j j stephan, i
c. July 1st, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ All drafted while jammin’ to the fabulous song #HoneyBee on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j9mTDDTDA5c }
#Quicksilver #Quicksand #Trinity #Duality #Singularity
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, June 30, 2019
#TearsIntoDryBones #Turnbuckles #TrueLove
WE CAME FROM THE IRON LION *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 30, 2019
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Enter this building up the concrete steps and become one with the hysterical dead cat fans
From the front to the back of the class just because you distracted the class, raisin’ my hands
Every day to clean the erasers and inhale the chalk called by the doctors, #Bronchitis, #omg
In any case, I lived to be ripe and nearly shrunk and shriveled up into a bag of ebony ex-G.
In the black light, the black turns white and white to black, it’s an ultraviolet, infrared hub
Of the men who made this what it is, the ones who died and left the incompetent, wise dove
The herd follows the loudest idiot to get ahead of the crowds social network, simple jacks
They are like the fruit ready for aliens to come and pick the ripe apples & drink these facts.
Drifting from thought to thought brings the last word, a feeling of guard down in blind trust
For the limited few and far between Louisiana, Mississippi and Northern California’s coast
Between the two, a final resting tomb ash, Monterey to Eureka, God’s a plummy #turnbuckle
Honeybee left me the sweet n’ sticky nectar of a queen’s comb, buzz crazy, sweet #honeysuckle.
Equation being whatever side equals the other side when there ain’t no side, there is only One
It is only the irreversibly irrational mind contained in origin’s species of mankind #omg fun
Never required or expected to be rational or logical in the middle of peace and quiet, in flight
Picking your battles for war, I got a contract with me, myself and I, #AllIn agreement to fight.
Wormholes, Black Holes, Holy Hehl matters to nobody alive or dead, this is all in your head
Baby dreams and fantastic relations with the species’ random samples of DNA, hot in the bed
All she wrote and all he could afford, the end becomes It’s present for grandfolks & this punk
Easy to rest in peace once heartbeats seize birds and the bees, goodnight, bon soir, iron funk!
by
r j j stephan, i *IT is the header.
{ #WeWillNotBeBannedByTheMinions ...drafted while listenin’ to some Steve Winwood #BackInTheHighLifeAgain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Adw772km7PQ }
WWARD
FINIS
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