W.W.A.R.D.?
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Monday, May 11, 2020
#Chicago #TODAY #TOMORROW #YESTERDAY #EVERYDAY
CV + RS, HOLY CARVED REDWOOD*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 11, 2020
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At the beginning of my recollection that I am alive and I exist on planet Earth, I saw a light
Outside of my mother’s womb after I’d traveled by taxicab & sedan for 270 days in ego flight
Sudden impact of being handed the keys to a terrestrial twilight zone with our cool daughter
In both hands, you’re broke and you don’t have a job, you have no food, you have hose water.
On Broadway or Main Street, either way they lead out of the town your egg was hatched to go
Parents & relatives would follow if you showed them & the world as we know it, Truth to you
If you believe you were anything other than an egg and a sperm, I apologize to your super ego
I will defy you and your ilk if you believe that I elected you when I did not, A Hitler did it too!
Now then the edible animals we’ve determined are good to eat, our moms & pops ate ‘em too
Pigs, cows, elk, deer, lambs for the cultural misanthrope, beheaded & sliced, a campfire fool
If the number nine was actually in reality, number 1 & number 2 and that, liquid & solid fuel
It runs downhill with momentum of a sewer flow to the sewage hole for waste disintegration.
Virus and bacteria travel on water vapor, they’re in the clouds, the rain and the deep blue sea
Mystery no more once the last draw of three cards is dealt, I bet a hundred, you called, I won
It happens once in a while but not so often that I make any living bluffing about a dead man
Life here and now, gone tomorrow, lucky to be alive and healthy, breathing freedom, happy.
We’ve all got what the ‘have-nots’ want and that’s a problem, we won’t give our cache to bums
Why should I? Because they said I better or else I’d “get it,’ whatever that means, aw, bring it
Inside of the mind of men from every culture who speak every language, one or the other one
There’s a gap, a hole of infinite proportions that no human can bridge without winged flight.
No quid pro quo for you this year or next in fact, the factoid is actually #FakeNews to retweet
Readers of words don’t know whether they is true or false, nothing’s justified by my little feet
Completed arguments day and night, keepin’ it all on the up & up, all even steven, so to speak
Fortune to pitch a perfect game or hit a hole in one, I got 69 sins, that’s all folks, what a freak!
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r j j stephan, i * Header’s my 1984 carving on a redwood ramp, on a cliff over the Pacific!
c. Lundi, May 11th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AM PST
FINISW.W.A.R.D.?
#StickIt #ItsStuck #TheRollingStonesMoss
DISCLOSE NOTHING, NO FEAR YET
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Searched everywhere to hide behind the dots in Space that leave us alone in the wet dreams
A piece of work left over from a Big Bang of the universal birth, pressure blown at the seams
Conceived and annihilated in the social distance of an astronomical unit or two, One is done
Something is amiss in the abyss and nobody alive has a clue about where the Truth lies down.
Punks and defunct ministers in charge of breastfed babies, I, who sucked glass of the bards
Full of vitamins and minerals that your mama could not secrete from her glands, dad’s nards
So it went from the dawn until the blazing light of the 12 hour day, final day of conscious fuzz
Memory of the historical record, infancy, childhood, adolescence, adulthood and soulful jazz.
Victims and the food I ate were all one and the same, isolation of the Blue Books in the dark
Do not ask questions if you don’t want the answers, you know that I’m talkin’ teeth of a shark
Truth is deadly, incredible Truth is still the One and Only answer, reason we’re alive my son
It’s a divine accident in the middle of nowhere, a collision and super nova, a chain’s reaction.
Second hand F-4’s in flight over the seven continents and seven seas, close encounter to God
Whatever’s not created on this dirty rock’s not from this dirty rock, simple mathematical sod
Alien beings from Time and Space are all around us, everywhere between you and I and them
Everywhere you look and sniff & feel inside & outside, you find nothing but mystery phlegm.
Meat is the DNA in infinite reproduction on a finite ground of being, peeps are the dumpster
Ammonia SMELL, you can’t imagine the putrid aroma, it’s like wet baby diapers in a hamper
Performing maneuvers in the sky all around this planet, 360 degrees around the sphere, SAM
Utter desolation inside of the head with a secret that cannot be told, what I am is, what I am!
Disaster after you’re dead is unlikely since nothing exists after death, neither a cry or a song
Outside of the rocks and dirt, there’s nothing at all but empty Space between the dust n’ shyt
Glimmering of a vacant hope and dreamless sleep, afterlife is all it’s cracked up to be, fear it
What is the empty container of everything other than you, you’re my target, gods ain’t wrong!
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r j j stephan, i
c. May 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #SaintOfMe & #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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