Thursday, July 18, 2019
@SANTANA - #VictoryIsWon (Live in New York 2005) @ricoSacto #ricoSacto
CREAM FLOWS, I MOVE ON & ON *
Dirty dogs and dirty words to batten down the hatches, it was never enough therefore, I am
Give it up to me right here and now, show me right where it’s at if you care to make it all blow
Papa knows and mama knows we all had to give it up eventually, had to say where it’s all at
Just because nobody else is willing to do the hard work or say the good mornings in Mexico.
All the food you eat and all of the water you drink while y'all are here and now, give it up, it’s a gift
From above, so below it all comes down here where I am, aiding the beats down home to lift
My consciousness up, up, up to breakaway from the gravity, like the millions who come & go
Worked out the groove where the needle scratched the vinyl platters and made honey blow.
So sweet was that thing from the birds and the bees that your daddy couldn’t tell you, all I am
The tiny, microscopic egg and swimmin’ germ, all of me from love or lust, helpless innocence
Inherited the DNA, the acid of the plasma flow, snow river melted to the rocks’ beach sandlot
Games played with or without rules, fair or unfair, yet all there is, It is This Here, That There.
Hard rocks and soft water create the matrix for animation, cartoon on a loop 24/7, direct TV
Mortified and armed to the teeth, fear of being killed or robbed is deep seated, survival asset
To be or not to be killed and eaten by millions of birds and bees, the media of the news covers
My masked nose and lips are my HappyFace, to steal away valuable gold & gems my lovers!
There’s poison to kill you if you drink or eat it, it’s a game-changer, extinction of species keys
Unlock the overdrive back to the Origin, black holed Sun, a Star too close for comfort, please
In and out of the dream’s waking awareness that the temporary seems permanent, it’s PAST
Without evil-live of strategic beings, One spirit I Am, Sonny, Is All of It, LIFE extreme, FAST!
by
c. July 18th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST
{ JudgeNotLestYeBeJudged drafted this piece in Effigy thus, an orphan of my dear Muse linked to Multiservicios Zztop on youTube LEGS & HITS online @ https://youtu.be/2mrt8vyHksU}
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
#FarOutMan #Wait #WHAT? #ExpandNothing
SHE LIKES #SMITH-WESSON LOVE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Function of shy calculus and the history of civilization are products of chambering one dud
This Earth was a star and now it’s on the way to it’s holy finale, supernova of crimson blood
Flesh and bone and the ugly bad guys, pretty good blockheads disintegrate to the rock bottom
It is black because there is no light to see, to shine on the things to see them, to devour them.
A perfect division of the things between the good and the evil is the imagination’s illusion
Fearing to become the evil is a desperate struggle for survival of the good slave cylinder car
Animated the essence of the plasma coming from exploding neutrons in a rabbit hole’s sun
Vacuumed abyss all inside of your mind with nothing outside of you, the thing itself you are.
You may be the punk that your father raised you to be, tellin you that you needed the power
To defend the muscles and bones that keep you little mind in a tizzy, you never can tell boy
Bad things coming out of nowhere if you’re not looking for a second, just to bring you down
Used to be the food but now it’s just against the morality commandment rules, got it Brown?
If you ain’t totally black and I don’t mean bronze, absolute zero of any color, I’m albino white
Pink eyes like scurrying weirdos gatherin’ dust/crumbs fallin’ from being made in the shade
Every-man grown into war’s boys with an ego or superego, incompatible with the end of life
Wanting to leave nothing behind, alone ant at one, the Id warrior’s twelve slices of the blade
Layin’ it down here and now, you either survive a long time or you don’t, it’s all about Gold
It may be buried or safe in a locked chest of treasure but one thing for certain, it is all a God
With gold we exist and without it, Terra Ferma is whatever it was before you and I birthed it
Made it up out of the empty mind of surviving well, too much Time on hand, mischief’s chit.
So, if you want to get to heaven once your breath ceases, immerse the words you get a hold on
Deep down into your self where you’ll be every night when you are asleep, in the dead end too
Do not need the body or the brain to have a mindful consciousness which sucks plasma suns
Moving, animated to nudge the linear and complex to become the flower of the seeds’ screw.
Intentions are ripe, reptile fears from the amoeba and a snake brain in a naked ape war-fight
From nothing or from a specially ‘kin-created’ mass of energy, germ delivery form of storks
Cut nerves between the protein molecules, Nothing happens before garden apple snake bite
Billions of particles squirted on me, a egg-thing itself, flower power in me, all neuron quarks.
by
r j j stephan, i *Dedicated to my father on Earth, RIP #AlbertRichardStephan Usnavy who wanted me to join USNavySEALs.com; got delirious and joined the USAF 1971-1975 just for #ChitUndGiggles! }
c. Wednesday, July 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Zztop #TubeSnakeBoogie & HITS on youTube link rockin’ with a #LoadedChamber y’all enjoy now ya hear? @ https://youtu.be/i5_lpQqfiy8 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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