SHREDDIN’ UPSIDE DOWN G.O.A.T.
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, February 16, 2020
Who could ever lie about the Truth, any word to change truth to a god am lie, just because
It could have been for the sake of the genome, of the human being DNA and the whole fuss
About whether to be or not to be, how to survive constant death punches to your face-nose
From the Bowery to the Bronx, Southside Chitown, East L.A. from Seattle to Miami to Taos.
I ain’t the one and I never was nor will I ever be at any time in the future of my fantastic Id
Never listens to my super ego or even my humble ego, just interrupts every single time I try it
Bright eyes in dark sides of the minds-eye and blinded by exploding ordinance, killed the ape
Party was over when the music died of being exposed to the violent morons of the pack rape.
If not every time then for certain some of the time, most of the time or maybe none of It
I entertain all possibilities with value to achieve my penultimate goal, to be One with gods
Ones who made the way in a conundrum to be solved by philosophical conceptual analysis
As if it means that the Truth deduced or induced is in fact, an educated guess at being Is.
Neither path to be walked upon is easy, with or without the thorns on grounded, mortal sin
Sake of the substitute for the invisible, a theory of divine conjunction with praying for a kiss
From the One we love, as above and so below, the thing is a fine display for the anarchy bliss
ON and OFF, IN and OUT, this here and that there is the organ of confusion and dissolution.
Greatest Of All Time is a compliment, worth a moment or two for insipid, insightful repartee
Where neither party’s individuals have the ability to STFU as long as one person has the floor
Everybody comes one way or another at some point of their life on the 3rd rock from Sun sky
It’s a #machinegun you want then you shall have it, it’s Jimi’s bombs away, what’s the score?
Dusk until dawn, all night long everything that’s everything is fading away, mission scrubbed
Fallen angels never were angels in the first place, an enemy of mine, wants a rubber in an urn
Yet elastic just isn’t good enough and now there’s polyester for the inspector to feel the burn
I am one of the knights of Nicht, you can’t step into the same river twice, it’s fluid on the run.
Common women and uncommon phantasms get from the safe space to an end game’s shocks
As if you never knew that the day was going to come when you’d have to reconcile the karma
Of what you did measured by the intent of harm done, it is innocent poppycock's hard rocks
Rooster cocks crow all night long to a million saint deities, whodo voodoo, the GOAT’s arm.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, February 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ Drafted after comin’ down from the mountains of Lake Tahoe and then across Highway 49 from #Hangtown through #Coloma, #PilotHill & #Cool, killer coffee there in Cool, CA & the scones are #ToDieFor...at the intersection of Hwy 49 & Hwy 193, & of course WHILE listenin’ to what me & my babe, Carol Ann heard last night, Jonny Lang here’s the same kind of concert we saw in the middle of Lake Tahoe last night, here’s a 2014 gig @ WCLZ studio on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0lZDL3idfy0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
