#ThereaintNoJustice @TheMightyTemptations @Santana #RED

CRANBERRIES, MY KIDNEYS & RED

by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, June 15, 2020

I got a car last night, I’m gonna get in it and drive down to a city of changelings, God, let’s roll

Flew around and went down and roosted in the Hollywood hills and the contraption claptrap

If you have it all except immortality that’s where you go, to a castle with a swimming hole sea

Semper Fidelis in the dream of America, the founding fathers hope for the progeny of liberty.

I would be in a world of hurt and pain if I let it be the way it would be if I didn’t give a flyin’ F

For the way of the warrior is narrow, down the middle of the battles in the war for immortals

Beings who never lived down here on Earth, we’re supposed to believe they’re in charge of US

Yet they are not, it’s the spin of the ball of dirt and it’s revolutionary ecliptic around a burnt 1.

Stars millions of miles apart from their planets, our sun isn’t the only star with the dirty balls

Globular masses conglomerated from the #BigBang you’ll never see, it’s all in the distant Past

Coming and going in the cells of DNA IS the game, not the pretend behavior of minion’s falls

What is this all about, flounder on the crooked end of the dropping drapes, ends of The Play!

Not my personal ends but yours are the issue, you think you’re immortal, soul and body to be

Animated flesh and blood on a frame of preformed acid bone, y’all get higher than me for free

I gotta work for the life, you’ve got to laugh and have a good time because your mind is broke

Your fault, it’s the luck of the draw, some DNA’s inferior RNA-Antifa viral infection got woke!

It’s already checkmate brothers and sisters, game’s over, tilted the machine, I shook the balls

Civilization’s not wanted by the compliant ones who love the lazy life layin’ on a beach, sons

Daughters should never mate with these dregs who’d raise more of the mindless trips & falls

Purple Hazed, Window Paned, Orange-Sun Shined and Strawberry Double-domed trip-runs.

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r j j stephan, i

c. June 15, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:04 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to #BrownEyedGirl Bruce Springsteen <3 span=""> on youTube list @ https://youtu.be/dLFKEdHKeaw }

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

#SadStoryInYourEyesToo #BlackEyedPeas #Blondie

WHO IS OUT THERE, OFF MY HUMP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, June 14, 2020

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Nobody you want to know and maybe someone you want to be, the end hierarchy of a boot

Burning out little by little, moment by moment someday to end in One cool Big Singularity

Bashing you and your friends, relatives and strangers in paradise, all phuqt up to Mercury

Competence you have or have not matters little to the ending of the story, points all moot.

Matrix within your cerebral cortex, cross pollinated with mothers and fathers from the rapes

Not much love a long time ago, here and now it’s different for the masses, drawn the drapes

Giant idiots in the middle of being morons and idiots who hunt for nothing but their ending

Finding it where they least expect it, a last gasp of oxygen, one more taste of gold spending.

Morons used to invade and kill men and rape their women and here we are, Ma’s mortal sins

Who were your great, great, great grandparents if you’re not one of the #Elite? Or if you are?

Nobody but a picture on the wall, a photograph or a painting of the image in two dimensions

Fortune’s not luck but intent and timing, always be on Time’s Space, it’s tricky, a far out scar.

Serious defiance of your maniac herd of ignominious fools of broken towns & trailer parks

Sun comes up anyway, every day whether you like it or not, the Earth’s spinnin’ fake yarns

From the screamin’ babies to the cryin’ old ladies and decrepit men from the hoods, sharks

All of them hungry, none of them with money or food, lots of shiitake to burn down the barns.

Cinderella and Charlemagne couldn’t have made this up, it’s a convergence of fantastic souls

Headlights behind me and taillights ahead for kilometres, speed limit on Earth is 190 MPH

If you don’t go that fast you cannot finish the job you came here to start, the lives of humans

Brown, yellow, white and black lives matter to the ones who are brown, yellow, white & black.

Inside the secret society of dead men and possibly dead women, I don’t know, God is known

To the sons and daughters of the revolution, spelling bees helped some, 3rd world civilization

The mob is my friend and we move as one, following my intent and will to have it all happen

A square hole in a round peg but it’s going to be alright now, it’s over your head, it’s blown!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday, June 14, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:14 Post Meridiem

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FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NoJusticeYall #YourEyesTellASadStory

FAITS ACCOMPLIS, D-STUD’ DRAFT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, June 13, 2020

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Here and now is a reason to be trigger happy if you got a gun or rifle to divinity’s forsoothes

Killing the corn and onion fields so that the plastic and steel could come to highest heavens

Can’t see anything past your blind corneas because the lights are all turned off, cherry fuzz

The dream started, it ended and y’all didn’t even know it was the Reality, all there ever was.

Pick a place outside of the palace, down any alley or backwoods hollar and you’ll be my food

It is what the genome does, throw the worst scenario up to the screen, we’re all in, We good

Yet miracles keep happening, they’re goin’ out of style, Smith on one side, Wesson the other

In a dark flashback in a dark, holy hole of #1 and #2, I hid from the killers of the backwoods.

I stood up in middle of marxism and lenninist slim shadiness, yet my groove survived a scum

Bananas and antelope are an antidote to the monkey dance, apes & trolls leakin’ it out some

Boys and girls learn to count to 10 and recite the ABC’s to write down 10 rhymes on 2 stones

Commandments to order your chaos in a straight and phuqed up One Way, yo’ mom’s bones.

Forties to seventies like a flash in the pan, proud to be out of my mind, once again, I’ve won it

Didn’t even know the rules or who was runnin’ the game, just knew I could rise to tops of chit

Evened it all up before the last gasp and last insight into humanity’s conventions, life of Huck

Harder than hell to accept a Truth, we’re here and gone, that’s it, caput! Custody? Upchuck!

Fine and dandy, it’s mighty cool, copacetic to the One and the Many, attention please, copy?

It’s the middle path where the groove is invisible, nobody goes there but the lost and sloppy

Accidentally runnin’ in the middle of the antidote for the Reality, as it is, punishment of Eve

Stick Adam up the Creator’s holy emptiness, where the Void’s my DNA up my mama’s sleeve.

Slim and very shady like a rat and a crow, mixed DNA of varmints and cannibals who love It

Living is It, anyway it goes it’s better than the alternative, closed coffin in underground chit

Minced meat and blanched legumes are to die for, hunters of living game kill the innocents

What do you care about it for? Attention please, just ignore the scree, just a GD #SlimChady.

#CheckYourOwnCoat I don’t need your tips and flips and chips, it’s a little bit funny but Not

Rather than be the One you are, here and now; hence, it’s a cinch that you are a bloody robot

In the particular or the general sense, it’s a mere fait complet for both poor and rich solo soul

Which #BigBang blew, lived and died for Reason’s logic, a #WAR form of #PEACE, let’s roll!

FINIS #PhiladelphiaFreedom

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, June 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST

{ Drummed up #LivingAndBreathing the #PhiladelphaFreedom listenin’ to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VYKeA0UnBqc }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?