#Rando #Rambo #Fission #Fusion #PiedPiperOfCheapWordRhyme @PINK @DavidGilmour

PISTOL RELOAD, DNA’s KICKIN’ IN

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 17, 2020

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Fear & loathing for the minions to gnaw, gnash and grow evil alive while still alive & kickin’

Be behind the gods’ dams when they break wind because there’s no stoppin’ us from truckin’

Like the Dead or the Stones or the Ramones, we do what we do, then we fade too far to care

Hearts broken, souls absorbed into the Void of the sweet unseen somewhere else out there.

I’m pumped up with the braggadocio of a braggart and an orange-pomegranate muffinette

There were three of them and suddenly there were none, three bites, three spirits in the set

Wealthy and in a wet dream beyond your wildest imagination, I know which dream she’s in

I’m in my bunk, I’m nineteen, I’m sleepin’ in a big barracks with 49 of the strangers of Sin.

All of us evolved and descended from the miraculous Big Bang to the K-12 program of idiots

Learned the wisdom to be as quiet as the mice that speak no English or Farsi of loser robots

Needs and desires come as the infant cries for the teats and milk of the God that deserted us

In the caves of mountains and the jungles between the plains and savannas, up, down fuss!

Babies and children wonder and the ignoramous elders divulge backward and sideways down

From the First Cause, the original mitotic divide of acid in a holy membrane of plasma brown

Freight train back and forth, tracks can’t wear out while I’m alive, they shine, roll down & fall

Water of the snow, melted ice becoming too heavy for the stratosphere, fill-up the ocean ball.

Playin’ a game in the middle of empty space, thousands of miles between this thing and those

Closest to a moon, Venus & Mercury, doubled 90 million miles to Mars’ 149 billion tics to Oz

Wizard is the sun, the closest star we’ll ever be near, the warm & cold of the thing itself, Fizz

That’s all it takes, chemical reaction trip to the moon, standing underground on a white rose.

I got my bullets back but they won’t return my sidearm six guns, S & W rounds, no shooting

From the S & W .357, the .44 and the model 29 or the model 500, .50Cal, feel of a lead sting

No match for the dead eye aim at the center of the target, holy of homies opened up wounds

Men pine over the loss of innocence yet the things were never that way, mutant DNA hounds.

Accidental collision of atomic matter and a lucky conglomeration of the Will to steal a breath

First there was light and now here we are, blinded by light, dead accident or design, The End

More or less any minute from the first to the last breath, your soul is charged to be a friend

Lying about the Truth is easy since nobody knows what It is other than a Time of my Death.

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r j j stephan, i

c. May 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to some David Gilmour in @Pompeii... 22 minutes of #GuitaristExtraordinaire link @ https://youtu.be/fLYeVk9Sk60 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Rattlesnakin' #BlownHotshots & #ReignO'Rain

REIGN O’ RAIN, BLOWN HOTSHOTS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 17, 2020

****** #OutOfDough *****

Deserted stone can’t be told that it’s All what it is, they don’t like bein’ the old One-2, say hey

Soberly drunk from worms & Tequila in your tank, a tiger caught by the tail over there today

Flights are cancelled and the First Mover has begun the slam on the brakes, a fixin’ cold cash

It may not be enough to kill it all, starved acolytes of the dreamer’s dream to die at a Safeway.

Fiddling with the drum sticks and sawin’ the violin’ or blowin’ in holes of big bassoon horns

Passin’ the Time in this Space, one moment at a time, recollecting the good times of bad boys

Looked for the bad girls and found them far from their mamas and papas, no daddy no more

It’s all for One and One for all, a musketeer without peer, there’s not one challenge but four.

One, two, three counts ad infinitum, you go when you must and remain static in slick satin

A coughing up the river until the final gasp of gas, spirit’s what it’s always been, gas of sad Sin

Here on the dirty rocks, my home of my grandfathers and grandmothers, all gone but I’m not

I am here, I am important to the solar system, galaxy and universe, forgot again, forgot robot.

Pink’s hot, red’s hotter, white and black are not, brown cannot stick around yellow cake sheet

Goodbye mama and don’t come back just because you’re dead and gone, comin’ in pink floyd

Evermore dream state from conception to the deception of the reasons for rockin’ & rollin’ It

All there is and all we have is nothing special, theoretically the zero, empty of matter, A Void.

She played me and he played me, they played me like slide trombones & honky saxophones

Moving the chords up and down the scales, four or five or three at a time to notes I won’t do

Pills to swallow because you cannot eat the fuel raw and de-boned, so debonair I am, OMGs

We are not the people, we’re nuggets of flint and pebbles of basalt from volcanic lava seas.

A period, a comma, a colon, exclamation or question mark matters in the Rag of holy songs

Sung by voices or jacked up to make pluckin’ or blowin’ or beatin’ noises, to right the wrongs

In Blues or in Jazz or Classical or Rock and Roll, it’s a waltz through the millennia, dancin’ it

Step by step, forward, back sideways and up until the song ends, a shuffle, a ritual DNA fight.

To survive without the bones that will be buried or burned is inconceivable, hell, I’m a man

I spell and I have the blind faith that ends with the AMEN and the walk away, a divine scan

To measure the good, the bad and ugly memories of the Game of Love, the stupefying routine

Truth mommy & daddy told you was true, it’s no lie, you’re a Homer, a tweeted valentine!

Who can scrape the washboard? Play the spoons and slap the thighs like my thumpin’ a sign

Animal skins and bones, all of the sinews and tendons makin’ the music with the woods’ pine

Preordained to punk out from the battles and wars, hiding behind the miniskirts and weeds

Nothing left to be recalled, the rest of Space’s story is playin’ out now, All came, we’re Seeds.

Sons of the beach, gas of the life and death’s planetary fauna from pole to pole, keep spinning

It’ll all come around, based balls have got to go, contained matrix juice, hit tree pine batting

Balls so big and small, round to bounce and roll from wall to wall, borderline to boundary ‘G’

Mackin’ on all the babes with my Words of flesh n’ bone, mind brainfog & leakin’ guts, OMG!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, May 17th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST

{ Draft jammin’ on #BlindBlake #AlltheBest @ https://youtu.be/whdHy7DQcI4 & #BlindBoyFuller #TrucksHisBluesAway @ https://youtu.be/TKSYT5o9RHE }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RaidersBaby #GunLoverTonight @ZZTop #SheAintCockinTheBow

LOADED, A SHOT FULL OF LOVE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 16, 2020

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Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, long gone but left a DNA tornado

But you have no idea what form of shape that is, whatever looks hot to eat, Zeus’ hot tomato

Up to their tricks havin’ the kicks that just keep gettin’ harder to find for the minions & kin

Believers in the men who lie and obfuscate the Truth to get to the end and take it out & in.

Bringing the creatures to assemble en masse for the dream team of humanity, to be fish roe

Really makes little difference to the mortals, they’re all gonna go sooner or later, some now

Or a hundred years hence, a looking back to the blow jobs given by the queens of the kings

Shot off their entire clip into the wrong bull’s eye and now the dream is stuck within things.

Not knowing anything about why, when, who, where or how it’s all going to play out for us all

Gives us all a false sense of security there in the end of the conundrum without a solution call

In or out of the ring, the rink, outfield, the diamond, the gridiron and my video screen, Christ

Mighty sting of a pointed stiletto, sharp venom in a vein, I modified a void, it was a holy heist.

I went out kicking and screaming as if someone could respond and fight for my right to see

I laugh at my silly expectations, modified download eons of #FakeNews naturally, little feet

Got the present from the past leading to the future, laughing, crying, moving an Unmoved E

After the D, before the F as it always should be, for the order & meaning to remain obsolete.

Picture your shy last breath, last blink and a swimming in the adult pool with the higher dive

Back flips, jackknives for the grounded hogs and beautiful ones who love to watch the hip jive

Loaded or not, shooting blanks or a full clip of hot lead into the bullseyes and bones of GI Joe

Copped the matter and form to fit an evil, live mood, gun loved in utero, loaded TNT to blow!

Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, all long gone but left DNA recombo

In the wobble and spin in circles along the ecliptic we go together for a bit, I am an innuendo

Alone it’s got to be when you’re all there is, nothing’s left, remainder is Us, I got what I gave

Momentous occasion for boys & girls who used to be inconceivable, cocked bone spirit grave.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday May 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted during an off #Jag of Multiservicios Zztop #Gunlove in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?