#TheBestThingThisShitownEverHad

 

I WILL OVERWHELM YOU

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Got down to my ancestor’s muscle and bone and all he had was a knife and a sword to stab

He had neither morals nor fear of death and didn’t think about anything but eatin’ n’ phuqyn

But one day an animal hungrier than he came upon his scent of a stench, no bath heaven sent

Had to put all of his power and brawn into the struggle to survive, he did and the tiger didn’t.
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Why the species exists is because of it’s drive to turn nothing into a super nova in a millennia

Fever pitched hate and fear of the killers of your tribe might drive you to be the super warrior

Who cannot die until the battle subsides and all is well with the troupe or culture of madmen

Both ways across the pond from north and south poles to the Mariana Trench, this here is it.
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You and I won’t be talkin’ or thinkin’ about this or that after the final curtain falls, drop dead

We may find that it wasn’t all too human, to be or not to be #Man, brothers, sisters all inbred

At one time way back in the day when cousins mated with cousins, causing mass mutilation

We came alive eventually, inheriting a third wish to be or not to be without any questioning.
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Timeline in the space of a local quadrant is twenty four hours, halfway through being twelve

Ad infinitum and so it goes on forever and a day, that’s an infinite amount of spirits, top shelf

But the whole thing is, the dust to dust part at the end of your life, when everything is lost

Makes you feel like you belong to a club of One, all is well and this was fun, but at what cost?
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Short and sweeter than Tupelo honey, an idea rings a bell, a light goes off, squelch the fears

Unknown and known merge as the yin and yang often do, the ocean crashes, nobody hears

If you think you have the bull by the horns and you’re ready to wrestle with the end of you

Then just charge the bull face to face, head to head and boom, boom out go the lights too.
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by r j j stephan, i

c. August 30, 2018 @ 12:00 midnight AM

{ written while listenin’ to AC/DC HITS like #SoulStripper on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg }

GRANDMA EVE AND GRANDPA ADAM

MET IN A GARDEN OF APPLE TREES

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 27, 2018

Alrighty then, this isn’t going to go over well from the priests, ministers, reverends, cardinals

Even the #HolyFather’ll feel the humanity of his childhood, presidents, kings and queens too

Nobody from anywhere in any quadrant of the Cosmos can have higher hopes than my pals

Where there’s a will there is a way to accomplish the intended result, target set and will to be.

It’s a judgement call about the substance of everything, the matter and energy of the mystical

Moving to disguise infinity which has no mask but is what it is, a thing itself is all symbolical

Hyperventilating and outperforming in a context of Being and Nothingness, a platonic punk

Where I come from, the platonic punks excel in their chosen fields, rise to the top of the funk.

Paradise had no trouble and then suddenly it did, without a scintilla of God or Goodness’ Ra

I had an idea one day after all of the skies turned black above, I’d be thinkin’ ‘bout this #bull

What a trip it’s been since a little byte of apple from the tree of knowledge caused my tumble

Waking up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, this dream is vanishing right now, poof, GONE!

Tomorrow is now today and the Aliens have landed and infected the wombs of women to be

Just the DNA in genes have been rearranged, no sexual encounter with big headed eyeballs

But there is a small detail that has been left for a private lesson, between you and your Self

Common knowledge and ancient wisdom become One, just one little byte, now hit ENTER.

Oh hehl no, that didn’t just happen! Are you trying to make me die laughing out loud, yes?

Man up and take the lead, take charge and get the show on the road, time is wasting away

You’ve only got so many ticks of the imaginary hands on this rock clock, so be the GD ball

Roll and rock until the dark turns into the dawn, shut eyes to the daylight, it’s fun to #Fall.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 27, 1951 AD { Today’s a day that’ll live in infamy, the day I was born! Thank God! }

*written while listenin’ to #Dion & other great jams on iHeart link @https://www.iheart.com/artist/elvis-presley-1014/songs/gospel-medley-10470311/ }

#NoReadersAccess #DontThinkIDontThinkAboutIt

CALIFORNIA GOLD & MY HOLY RA*

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 26, 2018

I will try to cop out on the whole shebang if I can, if there’s a will and there is, this intent

To be or not to be here and now, with y’all and the ones who ain’t here yet, heaven sent

Bottom line at the core of the essence of the solar system, galaxy and cosmos, is Evil yet

Evil is merely Live spelled backward, just sayin’ it is NO coincidence, you better #Think!

About the cause and effect of your actions after your mother and father conceived your egg

Microscopic DNA or just a miracle from the storks flyin’ around the partly cloudy, blue skies

Neither #United nor #American in a fractoid kind of way, over Niagara Falls in a houseboat

What the combination yields is this dream you see before your blue eyes, ears, nose & throat.

When I say ‘you dig’ and if I say ‘it’s all on you’ then you might want to become in the know

It’s all on your mind and your spirit, soul’s stuff of red, white and blue to discover the crow

Not just a bird on a fence, squawking and squatting in the yard, waiting for crumbs of mirth

Laughing at the #Struggle of you and me, one flight away from The New Day’s hidden birth.

Jump and slide to the left and right, stay out of the way but know exactly what’s grabbin’ you

From behind is the usual sneak’s modus operandi and if you’re ready, the wimp is the screw

Hidin’ in #Darkness, out of the mind of the #Others who kill n’ chill ‘round a black hold sun

From caskets on state Rte 1, #ZaZen keys your ride with #rock n’#soul, a Ra dam revolution.

What you will do is not what I shall do unless you planned to fly far away yesterday, it is done

When you hang above the earth to be eaten by buzzards and crows, the humane way is burial

Under dirty, burned ash of a star that used to be, dirt we call planet Earth, yo’ mama’s home

Hope and Faith will lead you to your dead ancestors joint, deep down in catacombs of Rome.

Old whitehead, old man that stayed away from the sea of #DavyJones, not my or your place

Not in this space, we need the air above the ground to seed genetic freaks here in this Space

DNA created from ashes of Nothing, you feel me? Am I rubbin’ your blind faith eyeballs raw?

Don’t shoot the messenger, I ain’t lyin’, it’s in the books my father wrote, #WordsUp #Ma.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 26, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ *drafted while listenin’ to @BlindFaith #CantFindMyWayBackHome on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VLeZvv1EhYo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#RednecksOnly #LadiesOnly #WhiteheadOldMenNo

SCOUNDRELS & INFIDELS, #HITME

by Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 25, 2018

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OMG, he used a bad word, an evil word, the end of the world word, it’s a #WordUp, pal

My feet carry me across the ash of this dead star, pretendin’ it’s still alive after it all

A flash of atomic fission and fusion terminated the essence of #Rock remnants of spark

In the blackness of the emptiness of #Space, there is no# Time, you are It, you are Dark.

I don’t mean your skin or your mind inside your fouled-up cro-magnon, top-shelf above

God’s heart beats for a certain number of pumps and that’s it, that’s all, your caput, Love

Not only because you thought you were so pretty and/or smart in too-human crop shrills

But wait, but also there is no God, this is an accident of atomic collision without any Wills.

Amazing in the grace and outrageousness of supernatural emptiness, an obedient, #Fippy

An unknown, mighty invisible legend of the human mind, a contrivance of extinction fear

Stronger than the suboordinates and weak examples of genetic recombination gone #Viral

Northern to southern hemisphere, all around the circumference of the equator, Adam fell.

It’s a mythological generalization of the hidden misery to be abandoned, without a backup

Nobody to cover your #Six when your yin is exposed to someone else’s yang, “Yah! Giddyup!”

No reason to feel left out of the saddle without a foot in a stirrup my friend, ride her bareback

Hold tighter than a buckin’ strap and get ready to be thrown into the middle of a jet tarmac.

Whine and write about the woes of your conscious mind’s confrontations with fear’s whiplash

It comes and goes but it’s never real, it’s always an illusion of “Feeling” the superhero #Flash

Feeling inside what you think anyone feels outside of yourself is an act of futility, self-torture

If there’s a match at once and suddenly the match breaks apart a heart, love remains pure.

A philosopher inside job, it’s not the Time in inner nor outer Space no notice of Space’s Void

Pills n’ burnin’ cherry tree sap from livin’ in the crib of Captain America, refuge of the Freud

Unconscious. burned Ego and an Id’s Super Ego, #FakeNews crumblin’, sabotagin’ my solace

Get back in your dimension, back to #Scoundrels and #Infidels say that to my go-dam face.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 25, 2018 Saturday @00:30 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to @SamSmith #TheThrillOfItAll Tour link @ https://youtu.be/7AXo-bYGXI4 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#JerseyDevil @JerseyDevil on the #EveOfTheMiscarriage

MIRTH AND THAT SMELL, KYPD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 24, 2018

Laughin’ because it smells like gunpowder in the air, again a battle to avoid a reaper

No peace for longer than a New York Minute, it’s the nature of the battling soulmate

Burden is no more nor less than the future well-being of the Earth, mundane ecosystem

Presence regurgitated from the historical past of Time and Space, omnibus in a meme.

I’m not laugh-in’ just so you know, when I say something I think is funny, I won’t grin

Join in the stupefied mirth and recollect your function on this back stage for a thin fin

In heaven, your soul sheds your material thing, what you thought you were, you weren’t

Don’t look happy yet don’t look sad or lonely or uncomfortable, look like you do, gent.

Dropped a dime on me and you when we weren’t lookin’ and the grim reaper procrastinated

Needed to take one of ours into the inner circle where only the chosen few are initiated

Secrets divulged as if they assuage the fear and angst at the bottom of the holy cherry pit

You can’t see it but you can kill it if you just conjure up the right spell for hocus pocus.

Firewood burns but it’s not like that smell, like gunpowder burning, maybe napalm dust

Blinded and muted without hope to regain the power lost to the agent of fallacious rust

A moronic manifestation of the original Adam, first dude before every other who birthed

Twisted and burned, nothing to hold together the pain and suffering or the shock or awe.

An arrow clean through the heart’s left ventricle began the leak, life evolved to be Love

Omen of the alpha and omega in the system of this ups and downs, a round trip so easy

Raised hands, feet up on a rest to make sure the black panther feels the growl of the dove

I am what I’ve been since day one, no name for it except, lil ole me, so below, as above.

by

r j j stephan, i { “Hunter of Invisible Game” -- #BruceSpringsteen }

c. August 24, 2018 Friday @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #JerseyDevil @Springsteen #HighHopesCD & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KYEg8K5HKzM }

W.W.A.R.D.?

ACDC (TO THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK) MILITARY TRIBUTE

W.W.A.R.D.?

Who's Zoomin' Who?

W.W.A.R.D.?  IT WAS WHAT IT WAS... 

#JustWannaBeYourGrafittiRehabWall

SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT

by Richard Joseph Stephan - Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Teddy-bear used to speak and then it just became muted by my age, daddy gave me a name

I couldn’t keep talkin’ about the wasted days, my nice mama & papa made me hug my fame

Like a bird whistling times that an hour had passed from your lame life, chase a real mouse

Old #BlackBetty really mattered but Freedom acted the fool and trapped me in a hor house.

Yet it is not the limit of your skin and bones, you will let the rocks roll over the sticky point

Rivers will carry your DNA from snow-caps to the bottom of ground zero #MarianaTrench

Nobody will come to save you or anyone else way down there below the belt in #Hades joint

Nothing in particular, nothing in general and it is very important that you have real stench.

In the middle of the times you find in your presence of the seventh son’s of .45’s & a .357

No bull’s eyes above your head, they are dead in the middle of your hearts and souls of zen

Strength in the faded pretenders who say what they’ll never mean when their called on to fly

For the first and last time, the end will begin the next day under a blue or black diamond sky.

No wings, don’t need ‘em when Gravity is zero and the eights to the bar, boogie on the floor

Now and then you trip on about the fact that you’ve got less than an hour to live, maybe more

Anything can happen if you get mugged by a guy hungry and strung out, I left him in a trench

He thought I was gonna lay down and die for his command, scary, scar-face and dank stench.

When you’re desperate for food and safety to rest, you might be lured into a material world

Smugglers and witch hunters take up a good portion of time to entertain the masses, unsold

For the sake of the peace and mind of the ones who read what I’ve written, lighten up, chill

It’s gonna end like it or not, enjoy #ZaZen on a Harley or in an Acura but still, be mystical!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 21, 2018 Tuesday @ 8:44 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Van Morrison & HITS on youTube link #JellyRoll }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FilibusterTuesday #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

THOR KNOWS AND AWAITS YOU

by

Richard Joseph Stephan -  Tuesday, August 21, 2018

 

Do not be a scared gambit little #Gambino because there’s only sunshine and blue sky ahead

Until the final swig of Tennessee whiskey, all drunk, CBD stoned, stupid cannibinoid dread

Death is an aspect of the cosmic consciousness between #Happiness and the empty pit #Void

How you get there and who you are when you deploy me uptown, bid and burned, I’m freed.

Cards dealt, dice rolled, down near the devil’s riverside playin’ stones, pebbles and hot rocks

For the last time, gettin’ drunker than a sober alcoholic with a whole keg to swill on the docks

Before we launch, everything is stocked, the boat is ship shape and we are ready to party hard

For no reason at all, the Truth hurts, I dusted my off my boots and you trumped me #Libtard.

Desperate men die just like the ones who live for a hundred years and leave an historical leg

For the descending DNA to stand upon and pretend that it means anything more than dregs

A flip of the switch and you and I are done with the breath and the animation of the haloscum

Saints and their nemesis, the humans and demons who evolved from a Big Bang’s doldrums.

Swaying in and out between the lines, over and under the ground, the water, the sky and Ho

Where nothing is left over from all of the matter that burned up in the furnace of my #Hello

When it was time, how it was done wasn’t as important as burnin’ smoke n’ shots in the dark

Reproduction of a genome for no reason other than, a force is not a choice, don’t double park.

A pint or cup will do if the quart or gallon can’t be had, it’s almost nothing to see, invisibility

A will to animate the inanimate objects through kinetic genetics or a physical shove, we to be

Knowing nothing’s close to knowing at all, #GetYourHandsUp, it’s a factoid in a deck’s stack

Robbed, fired up rolling thunder, muscles ripped, @Thor stole It and is flingin’ #Scat back.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 21, 2018 AD @ 6:06 PM #Mardi

{ drafted listenin’ to @Everclear #AMRadio & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hjg39XRkjVc }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AppropoTalkOnTheStreet #NewKidInTown

  PECKING ORDER OF A MANDINGO

by Richard Joseph Stephan -

c.  Monday, August 20, 2018

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Even #SalvadorDali couldn’t be #SalvidorDali if there ever was one as in #FrancisBacon lore

Yet someone brushed the canvas and scratched the paper surfaces, whomever, genius ho-ore

Now on to the next function in the calculus, as if there’s ever an end to infinity, ad infinitum

#Ma in heaven be my witness with my #Pa in charge of the cosmic egg, where I come from.

Once or twice is one way to look at It, repetition of a lonely God you used to be, #BackWhen

In the olden days at the origin of the Cosmos, before the Egg cracked into galaxies of systems

Burning atoms of liquids, solids and the atomic gas of distinct molecular structure, the ZaZen

Impact into consciousness, ethical, moral values, Omni-Emptiness, holier-than-me flimflam.

You’re at one and the same time a moron and a happy bastard, daddy was a trick’s OBJ blow

Always on your shoulder, with a microchip of millions of dollars, a cache of debits on credits

Say you’re an uncouth, no account individual, pick a milk, homogenized style of dry cow teats

Big and yellow or black and small, possibly just an invisible, white-headed glow of my halo.

For the end of the space on this plane of existence to the end of the Time you have to breathe

Truth is Truth or it isn’t, always the right kind, going in and out of my head, dead gums’ teeth

Come with me to cold water, thirst’ll have you follow a leader, four hooves at back of the herd

Flys flying around the carcass of things that used to be, unburied, open-pit pile of spider turd.

That’s a bit strong for a speculative deduction from assumptions which have yet to be proven

Beyond any reasonable doubt is not the measure of the law, it’s the measure of a witch haven

Conjuring of spells, called Laws and Rules and the Means of Enforcement through Force, Sin

To engage the population in guilt for being alive in a free country with free speech, that’s Gin.

Self-defenseless, equipped with deadly force, to enforce self-defense vs. an extinct predator

An illusion becomes a delusion and causes an unwanted, welfare beast of a #Mandingo score

Run fast, jump high, grow big muscle in #Steroidal dysfunction, cut loose in a DMV groove

Roses move in dozens, all alone, in ecstatic display of being dead flowers, Unmoved, I move.

by

r j j stephan, i   { HEADER artwork is a representation of @DALI in perpetuity, IMHO }

c. August 20, 2018 @ 10:00 AM PST { #WhoDatMandingo }

{ written while listenin’ to the mighty Eagles #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/--rAINTn2TE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ANTIOXIDENT #TheRaceIsOn

INNERSOUL, CRO MAGNON CAVITY

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN· SUNDAY, AUGUST 19, 2018
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Pick me up safety ball, with a new net for the whole set, threads from Italian forms

Playin’ both sides, winner and loser, in order to secure the confidence of One & all

Donned a bonnet of the being who claims humanity is the origin, evolved in a ball

Surface, underground and airborne because it is the Way of the Cell, Unmoved worm.

A peculiar place to be when you’re being begged to retaliate with deadly force, in error

Havin’ skills to penetrate to the heart and grab the breath from the one with flash fear

Of the nature’s force to repel evil and harmful movements, to have deadly force power

Holding it back in the readily recollectible bank of skills until required, to see and hear.

A perception and a conception involving the neutral observer in order to ascertain the gist

Of what it is to be a human, a man, an animal but not a plant, plant and animal consumer

Everything from the salt of the Sea to the tree sap and snow caps of Earth’s Man dreamer

Fallen to sleep, as if fallen from empty space or heaven above the dirty, filthy, cuff of a fist.

You get a hundred years more or less to discover and grasp why your mama killed me dead

Maybe he needed money for some food or a mating tool or just because of the idiot’s head

There was a bald, bloody head runnin’ inside that skull’s frag-bone, blown out black holes

Walked upright on all fours, two to walk the walk, two featherless wings, frozen, iced souls.

Thirty two teeth, sixteen in the upper and the same on the lower settings, all of ‘em fall to stir

Don’t need teeth when a human is a baby and apparently gumming food to death is OK at 68

A move or two at the right time in the right place is the difference between success and defeat

A purple mark right between your blackened eyes, embedded bullseye birthmark’s heartbeat.

Adam fell down here, Cro-Magnon man got buried underground, God’s got no swallow or gag

Threw down everything the universal magnate could conjure in a mixed-up black-magic bag

Apes swingin’ on vines, runnin’ on all fours, climbin’ limbs n’ branches like high monkey bars

It’s all about the bites n’ tears of the meat, the form’s DNA spurts, carnivore lies of lying liars!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 19, 2018 Sunday @ 1:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to #ACDC concert in #OaklandCalifornia in 1979 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/epSe9V5ngeo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

P H I L O S O P H I A: #CosmicCreek #CountItOff

#GoodToGoWhere? 

 

"BEHIND ITS EYES LIES A SNAKE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - 

c. Saturday, August 18, 2018

 

If you want the Truth then you better be able to handle the Truth or else you’ll go insane

Only you can predict the way you’d react to the Facts of Life your daddy never divulged

Not even your mama called her father ‘daddy’ but there you go again, causin’ word pain

Because you are not free to accent your language expression when on a fecal, oral deluge.

Your early training in public manners was to learn to stay out of public in my coolsville

Where nobody else ever goes because it’s all in your skull, in the silent pane windowsill

Without a reflection nor transparency, just a frosted mess of ferocious, cellular rocking

Not the music rock but the lava rock from the belly of the Earthly core, golden sulfuring.

Now first things first, what is more important, #Freedom or #ObedienceToTheOverlord?

Think about it for a moment, there’s need to rush to judgement, like I’m the enemy, ha ha

You just DO NO shoot the messenger because you cannot comprehend the message’s chord

Which is the Way and Means to know the reason for Life in general as well as your ‘Mama.”

Speaking and understanding the speech of the speaker as a listener is a sacrosanct code of Ur

Engaged in the effort to become enlightened in darkness, mind unveils delusions of grandeur

Finding nothing but air all around the Earth but nothing at all anywhere else, drop a dime

Means something or nothing, depending on an acceptance of #BlindFaith and the #Sublime.

Micro-aggression with the lifting of the small pinky to move the unmoved mover to doubt

That the world leaves you alone even if you inject the venom into the situational ethics’ pout

You always know that doing the right thing as soon as you can will never go wrong, unless...

You challenge a #GAM (GrownAssMan) who says he ain’t a boy and boom, you’re Brightness.

Yet you are not the snake behind their eyes, their demon has no effect on my own Way of Tao

Attempting to break my stride while in quest of the Nirvana which presents itself to say Ciao

Incomplete mission without the use of reason or force as backup, awakened in a twilight zone

A Void, empty place in space appears to be all Divine scene projections upon a retinal bone.

by

r j j stephan, i { written for all illegal immigrants who want sympathy from #LosDiablos }

c. August 18, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield & The O'Jays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iENoCn8k0bw & https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

P H I L O S O P H I A: #CosmicCreek #CountItOff: "BEHIND THEIR EYES LIES A SNAKE" by Richard Joseph Stephan c. Saturday, August 18, 2018 If you want t...

W.W.A.R.D.?  #Understand? 

#CosmicCreek #CountItOff

"BEHIND THEIR EYES LIES A SNAKE"

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

c. Saturday, August 18, 2018

If you want the Truth then you better be able to handle the Truth or else you’ll go insane

Only you can predict the way you’d react to the Facts of Life your daddy never divulged

Not even your mama called her father ‘daddy’ but there you go again, causin’ word pain

Because you are not free to accent your language expression when on a fecal, oral deluge.

Your early training in public manners was to learn to stay out of public in my coolsville

Where nobody else ever goes because it’s all in your skull, in the silent pane windowsill

Without a reflection nor transparency, just a frosted mess of ferocious, cellular rocking

Not the music rock but the lava rock from the belly of the Earthly core, golden sulfuring.

Now first things first, what is more important, #Freedom or #ObedienceToTheOverlord?

Think about it for a moment, there’s need to rush to judgement, like I’m the enemy, ha ha

You just DO NO shoot the messenger because you cannot comprehend the message’s chord

Which is the Way and Means to know the reason for Life in general as well as your ‘Mama.”

Speaking and understanding the speech of the speaker as a listener is a sacrosanct code of Ur

Engaged in the effort to become enlightened in darkness, mind unveils delusions of grandeur

Finding nothing but air all around the Earth but nothing at all anywhere else, drop a dime

Means something or nothing, depending on an acceptance of #BlindFaith and the #Sublime.

Micro-aggression with the lifting of the small pinky to move the unmoved mover to doubt

That the world leaves you alone even if you inject the venom into the situational ethics’ pout

You always know that doing the right thing as soon as you can will never go wrong, unless...

You challenge a #GAM (GrownAssMan) who says he ain’t a boy and boom, you’re Brightness.

Yet you are not the snake behind their eyes, their demon has no effect on my own Way of Tao

Attempting to break my stride while in quest of the Nirvana which presents itself to say Ciao

Incomplete mission without the use of reason or force as backup, awakened in a twilight zone

A Void, empty place in space appears to be all Divine scene projections upon a retinal bone.

by

r j j stephan, i { written for all illegal immigrants who want sympathy from #LosDiablos }

c. August 18, 2018 @ 12:12 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Curtis Mayfield & The O'Jays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iENoCn8k0bw & https://youtu.be/9-LuNJXFGTU }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#2Legit2Quit

W.W.A.R.D.?