#Kill-Roy, #KillJoy SPUN TOPS & SWUNG YOYOS
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 26, 2020
Bureaus on the boulevard and there’s no tellin’ where the Hades you can find the boys’ toys
Swept off of my feet by God’s toys, queens sent them all One Way, a continental drift ahoy!
Fear has no place in this Space, nothing to be scared of since everything within is without
Code for the nature of the Universe is the nature of every beast, a byte of twist and shout.
All shook up, skin & bones from head to toe, twisting and shouting about the girl or the boy
Hung over, on the tractor, plowing furrows at 5 A.M. because I’m a drunk, immortal cowboy
I’m just a guy with a fair fight in and out,’ settin’ a mold, on a slow ride up 26 Palms, it’s def
Abandoned homes, vacant houses like there was a UFO abduction, only homeless’ trash left.
Any moment past the age of reason, in some cases seven or eight years old, the Truth be told
Revelation of the Kryptonite Truth be told as you would want yourself to be told, about gold
Both the alpha and the omega in the new system of mutual self-destruction, no more Lao Tzu
For all of us in the USA, it may be too late ‘cause Total Domination of Earth is immanent too.
Who has the Gold again? Who’s in charge of the rules of the laws that regulate the humanity
Which is sometimes brutal, sometimes supremely exquisite at one and the same time, I see
What is must be because what was, used to be but is no longer and will never, ever be again
I think outside of the box, therefore I am outside of the box and it looks like an original sin.
From early in life on a block full of rats and roaches in Chicago, any Yoyo can rise to the Tops
Mack the Knife wasn’t a fictional character of a fertile, creative mind, he was a real, bad dude
As I scroll past your scree and find my city in ruins because of the shitzstorm scatter of flops
Recipe for the faith to be both powerful and blind at one and the same time, I ate that food!
My mother and my grandmothers put me above their own lives and caused my prayers to be
From my lips to God’s ears, do you hear me mankind, womankind, tower of Babel denizens
Brothers and sisters who have 208 bones, cro-magnon DNA, not from birds, oh sweet hens
Spontaneous combustion of atomic molecules, prayers won’t help it, grace is Luck of the free.
Drank the skim milk and smoked the dank for what it’s worth, it helped with the coping skills
Self realization isn’t a panacea for ripples in adolescence it’s just a premise for being the best
Meaning to be the positive or the negative, whichever is the opposite of the N, S, E and West
Throttling the Earth’s rotation and it’s perturbation wobble, the twisted fate of God’s thrills.
Thorns diggin’ in for sacrifice of the Son means nothing, torturing and killing on a cross, zip
Where were the apostles, where were the friends of the man who could have been a virgin slip
Maybe there was a tiny molecule or two that got past that virgin’s nest of oneness’ being two
Then and only then if this is all true, survival is motivation for the transitory fight, got Blues?
Some birds can’t fly, some fish can’t swim, humans never comprehend the nature of a creep
They all guess at the shots, evil’s live in the darkness then they attempt to persuade the sheep
You can be followers of the incredible gibberish written by illiterate, bigotry of a faker king
Dark whiskey in my hidden hole, bullet from a piece hits the eye creepin’, tops, yoyos swing.
Look up when you open your eyes, on a clear day the sky’s blue, on a clear night it’s All black
Everywhere around the Earth, men and women who tripped out of the sphere, baby got back
What they saw, how they felt and how they feel now that they’ve seen what others have not
Twilight zone for your life whether #TittiesBeer or #JD Black on the rocks, be a buzz, robot!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, 9-26-2020 @ 06:66 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to some of my friends favorite band of all time, Nickelback #SharpDressedMan LIVE 2007 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Eh9Q6BGGU50 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.??
