#MothersCalledMeSweetie #GrandmaMamaAuntie #MissYall #YeahYouKnow

TWIST A MAGIC CURVE, A HOLLAR
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 2019 AD

Lookin’ up in the sky with your astigmatic eyes, you still cannot see the Truth, stars twinkled
Unnaturally as it may be to be blinded by the sunlight, it happens if you stare into the burned
Where God only knows you were thinkin’ that you would see deeper into the soul of the Ones
Zeus or Athena, Krishna, Christ or the Prophet, everybody agreed it’s a whole bunch of suns.

Blink a few times and you’ll come to, your conscious mind was just in neutral and idling Time
Space divided in ones and zeroes, they’re everywhere in a Trump warp, a twilight zone rhyme
Three chances of bad breaks to get you on a high wire act, a cable flyin’ in an infrared reversal
Taught to stay calm as a mind wants to wander, a Will overrides it all, it’s all phqn excusable.

Guilt of being the free man in a free country is insurmountable for the slave’s mentality, DNA
No choice but to be obedient to the mojo of the morons who came before you entered the play
Foraged for the simple and complicated to find the secrets untold to the many, only to some
Why some get the Word and some don’t, only God knows, whatever God is, now don’t come!

To heaven after death is no use, you’ve got to be awake and alive in a soul, bones are broke
Get it through your thick skull into the grey matter than functions as your tour guide’s joke
Punch line is a right cross to your locked jaw, crackin’ your skull, jab gloved fisted hammers
As all too human, a man I am, wrappin’ her up in my power, pleasure to be mojo’s tool, hers.

Then Thor wants to become the only one and has to fight about it, always winning the Wars
Battles lost on purpose just to keep it interesting, it ain’t fair to battle with the god of forever
What place that Valhalla is, nowhere in mankind’s sight or future of his or her boned clones
Peace’s happiness is just the empty side of the sacred, hot fire we’re forged from, phqn Thor!

by
r j j stephan, i { PAID MY TAXES IRS, RIPTIDE GLIDE AD INFINITUM! #FWAAT? }
c. August 26th, 2019-1951 A.D. #TheDayBeforeMyFirstBreath @#911 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to Marvin Gaye & The Motown magical #InnerCityBlues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/57Ykv1D0qEE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

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W.W.A.R.D.?

F I N I S . . . { for #NOW } #HilliamBillary #ThisMeansWAR #DeepDarkDepressionz

PEACE BEHIND BARS, UPCOUNTRY!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, August 26, 2019

 

You and me baby, stick with me, I’ll take ya right up there to the tip-top of a smokin’ heap

You know I’m a great guy and you’re a unique girl who wants to be the POTUS’ bee-sting

Or maybe, if the Time in Space is Right, well, maybe really Left, then history will do, creep

Out of the shadows, where the queen will be in charge of America, once again, no f’n king.

Well, anyway, nobody’s perfect but I know what perfection is and I know that I’m only a man

Only one and the same zygote I was at conception, thanks ma and pa for the holy, royal scam

In the whirl of myriads of swirls, hurricanes and typhoons of Jupiter have begun, Earth’s tour

First a virus and then just the water appearing and disappearing out of atmospheric pressure.

Let’s listen to some talk radio DJ’s discuss the current affairs, like the nuns made you do too

Sad between the summers, C students get drafted into the USMC or USAF, war’s glowin’ halo

It exists where heroes die for the sake of an idea, nothing tangible like liberty’s freedom mage

Prestidigitation that it’s all for the sake of the genome, a pack of haters/lovers of #HehlsBells.

A needle in the groove and a lovin’ spoonful of joy to the world, sit back, relax, let it be free

Everything is the thing itself, what you’re going to be once you’re last gasp of gas’ releasee

Prisoner in the flesh and bones no more walls built to break through, everybody’s the One

Nobody is getting out of here alive, I mean not POTUS, queens or tsars, no King, not fun!

It means, just like a virus or germinated bacterial infection, humanity is an invisible stain

In the absolute zero medium of a Void, no matter, an immaterial Billary-Hillary bogeyman

That said, who said It, you’ll know it when you see it, even if you’re blinded, blackstar lights

One sun or a multitude of Red Giants and White Dwarves, Matter is fuel for the good fights.

Comfort down the deepest, darkest hollar, conscious humans injected into eggs’ DNA’d veins

That’s where nothing is, All of It, broken down to a common denominator under a numerator

Fraction of an unsolvable equation, indivisible knowledge of power, energy-mass X jet fighter

Pain’s an illusion bomb, a defective nervous system’s electric pool of hippy 60’s LSD brains.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1dikEA63lM0 }

 W.W.A.R.D.? ?