#NOT A REVOLTING DEVELOPMENT #SONNYSTIMEINSPACE WITH MAMA MIA

SONNY’S TIME, OH MAMA MARIA

by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN·SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2018

It’s always 'round midnight when the moonlight hits me in the face with nice or wicked eyes

Hershey cocoa kisses under brow and lash, unbelievable feeling of caring all too human sighs

No broken heart for me ever on this little trouble that comes to me from my faux Buddha face

In the right place at the right time, I am living here and now because of sins and grace.

Being watched from the netherworld above this one, no doubt, no way she got the Jack

How this happens, I really do know but I don’t want to frighten innocence to get back

It’s not my time to make it burn or to hit the target because I shoot 99 straight A marks

Someday maybe soon, maybe much later or even never, it don’t matter, it’s all sparks.

From the conception of my life’s origin, personality subplot to come, sooner or way later

All the while as I thump the skins and slide the axe that I got to grind, I am so much better

Than the kings and queens who marry their cousins and couple with daughters and sons

Put yourself in my position or actually don’t do that, you couldn’t handle the Truth’s puns.

You call your father your daddy and you’re seventy but it ain’t my fault, mine’s stone father

That makes me a big adult and that ‘daddy’ moniker you use while speakin’ makes you a fool

Really, embarrasses anyone who is with you when you’re in public with strangers not jokers

Nobody acts like you on your stage and you are an evil example for the burning cow pokers.

A time or two, my daddy’s tattoos got kissed by my mama’s lips, anchor, mother & panther

I got the free sunshine and holy water, now the first name after a kid hit by a train? Gee z

Anyway, it wasn’t the kid’s fault but little Richard crawled and got stuck in the struggle easy

Never got to see another day after the train made little Richie roadkill Sunday after-sooner.

by

r j j stephan, i { “...when you slipped off those cut off jeans...made a man of me...” -- #21Summer Brothers Osborne }

c. 9-9-2018 AD @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted (for my Ma & Pa - R.I.P.) while listenin’ to a mess of Brothers Osborne #21Summer &#PushingUpDasies (Love Alive) & HITS on links @ https://youtu.be/_PKk62XccU0 & https://youtu.be/ogs2a_yS4v0 }

 

#YoungerThanTheSun #MysticWindWinning

"It stoned me to my very soul........oh, the water, the H2O...hope it don't rain all day...like jelly rolls stoned me to my soul...like goin' home...and the sun came up.....let it run all over me..."  -- @VanMorrison

PUSH ME AWAY, LAST CALL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan

 ·Saturday, September 8, 2018

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Drink your martini and JD or JB neat, I don’t GAF what’s in the glass, empty keg of beer

Pushin’ away from the squeeze of that bar on the corner, broke me last year, I’m all here

Livin’ the life of luxury, triple pension and a part-time job cuttin’ grass in #Killer cemetery

Fishin’ on Saturday mornings when everybody else is either sleepin’ or still drinkin’, hey!

I am only an ape-man and I’m just like anyone else in this monkey suit, no offense apes

Naked ones are especially cheerful of their hairless culture, clothed and shod, coiffured

Goats’ smell gone with a bath and a spray, shower off, swim in the chlorine or salt H2O

Victoria knows deep down inside her soul that I am what I am and she is what she is, go.

No choice on either paw or either hand or either foot, is that right? Only angels GAF, Yo hey

You and your preachers and priests and ministers prefer that you confide in great Unknowns

Avoid dancing on the weekend, drinking all night long and premarital sex with strange bones

All of the dead guys and dead gals who used to live and thrive down here on Earth, dare I say!

Now that y’all can help the living you just stand there mute in outer space without wings, lord

No band playin’ or orchestra blaring classical or the rock or soul or country of a #Red Horde

Pink skin, sun-burned and blistered down to the bone, blood of god knows who from where

Yet, we’re here and it’s right now, in this space and this time, what you see, this is it. #HAIR!

by

r j j stephan, i { “Justice will be done.” - #ApeMan #SimpleMan #Anonymous Anonymous }

c. September 8, 2018 Saturday @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to #Apeman & HITS of The Kinks link @ https://youtu.be/1ye2nI7L_0g & Lynyrd Skynyrd #SimpleMan & HITS @ https://youtu.be/sMmTkKz60W8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WHISKEY #RYE #BOURBON #JesusLives #WINE

READY TO LAY ME DOWN WHISKEY

by Richard Joseph Stephan·

 Friday, September 7, 2018

#BallsToTheWall and it means nothing at all to anyone but my mother and father, all dead

Therefore, I am all there is that’s left of that deposit of centuries of struggle to survive here

On Earth as it is in Heaven or whatever floats your boat, climbin’ mountains, surfin’ to a stop

From the Alpha male and Omega female we have become this here and that there, right pop?

I don’t know anything about movies or talkies or neon moons but I know nobody cares a bit

About you or me or what we do or how long we live or when we’ll die, nobody G.A.F. as yet

But it’s inevitable if you live past the age of reason, more or less than seven orbits ‘round Sun

So that you’ll comprehend the facts of life, you come alive by intent or accidental aberration.

Regardless of the actual Truth regarding Holy Grails and Golden Chalices, it will return

With the pressing of a key or a button, opaque or lit up like a glimmering signal to mourn

For the final curtain a song has been muted but can be whispered in the darkest #Deep

It sounds like the rock and roll, the jazz, the blues, the soft rock of the monster and creep.

Nobody is gonna get out of this predicament of the desperate men and sanguine women

Meeting together in a small room to speak to one another with smiles and body signals

Very polite and full of the proper manners to be civilized in the culture we buy with gold

Try to get some of the pleasure and love without the cash, no money, no honey, just old.

All you get is the time you spend waiting to move to the unknown ‘x’ on your own worst day

Here we go again, hot fire never knows and it’ll never tell, lovin’ drinks on a pontoon today

Here’s some #Presence to sprinkle on your liquid fuel for your intention of being human

Go revolve a hundred times ‘round @Talladega key to get lost, give it up, right here man !

Bums and refuse of the DNA fountain creepin’ and day drinkin’, recur overtime free-will

Nobody wins, crazy people SHOOTING you straight in your pockets, you’re in free-fall

Drink as much as you can, smoke what won’t make you sick and tired, cancer bleed-out

Last time just like the first, hidin’ in a mirror and at the bottom of a whiskey jig, gods do-lie.

by

r j j stephan, i {Thanks GOD for all of the Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey I recycled! }

c. September 7, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Toby Keith #CallAMarine & COUNTRY #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pbtJDNmqpUY }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LookButDontTouchBaby #SexyAsYaWannaBe

"#SHOOT #ME #STRAIGHT #MakeItBurnAllTheWayDown "

by  Richard Joseph Stephan 

·Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Jack Daniels never asked for a mix or a chaser, I hurled with the surprise, still be smokin’

You know and I know that it’s just a matter of time when you’re addicted to fake thinkin’

Remember your relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins, mothers, fathers, aunts, old-ass uncles

All of them got the sting, a bit too late to bleed, to stay wasted, feeling numb above ankles.

If your heart has ever been broken, it was your own fault for releasing your guard god dogs

Everybody knows you need your heart’s love in tact, it don’t work when it’s broke, up straight

Sometime you just got to say WTF and make it burn all the way down to the hot ground hogs

It ain’t gonna ache too much longer than a four shot spell at the bar, should be up really late.

You know your limit and I know mine, once the limit is exceeded, there are no guarantees

Anything is possible at that point, you go with the rhythm and the beat of the inner cities

Moving out to the suburbs and then all the way out to the foot-hilled valleys and mountains

From the bottom of the #MarianaTrench to the tip of #MountEverest, a dirty space potato.

Imagine water and gravity applied to the space potato and badabing badaboom, Earth Isis

In a matter of several thousand spins and revolutions, wobbling around in an ellipse, I is

A man or a woman who mate to make another one or the other, x & y chromosomal #Vape

Possible in a test tube of conception, gestation in an incubator and nurtured by s naked ape.

All stones that aren’t rolling have an agenda, nothing stays in one place for long, let’s roll

Alrighty then, let’s just take a walk away from the pain and suffering, release is immanent

I know and you know it too, it’s a matter of Time and the Space you give in the holy hole

Mercury to Uranus, the photons blow at light speed, millions of miles in a cosmic event.

It’s a supernova of the sun, the only god man ever worshiped, yellow, black, brown, white mix

All for One and One for All, the power to the people and so forth, ad infinitum, I was sixty six

Sudden impact of a tangerine daymare, dangerous as being born or just letting the being die

Fear in y’alls mind’s eye, understanding nothing but the love of blind faith, a frightening lie.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, September 5, 2018 AD @ 4:20 PM HST (Hawaii Standard Time)

{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to #GuardiansOfTheGalaxy Vol.1 & Vol.2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vfWv7j4FIxQ }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HILLBILLIES #MORONS #IDIOTS #FakeNews & ME

HILLBILLY MORONS, IDIOTS & ME *#FakeNews

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Points not for Rene Descartes nor Guatanama to say or think about, a dead net stream flow

Your time in this space on Earth is finished, caput, lights out and that’s the conJob in a blow

Thinking at first seems to be immaterial and logic reasons to select matter and form as Real

You see with freeman eyeswith a slave mind, that you’re in a hostile world of bloodline zeal.

Forced adaption to providing the labor for the exchange of credits and debits, that’s all of it

A coitus interruptus for the masses who feel the need to bleed into fruit. legume, seed and pit

Merit nothing as you imagine that nothing is the First Cause of the universe, infinity’s Alpha

Is it what it is when the #Ends clearly appear to be that there’s no starlight or neon 3D Delta.

Living off of the grid, surviving underground, deep in the backwoods of my yard’s forest sage

A cushion of pine needles, dead and brown but conducive to barefooting, shoeless hippy rage

With a physical and mental problem, I walk alone in the valley of the shadow of life’s vitriol

Acrimonious rancor everybody loves but a joke frees your soul, when seen as God’s holy grail.

Peaceful inside and outside the consciousness seat of where I am, where we are, nobody cares

I am not thinking just before my conception in the womb, I cannot recollect the space’s time

About the time that hunger occurs, food and provisions are in order, we’re loaded for bears

Selfish as a pain in the rear, here’s a 3 muskateer-like chant, “All for One and One for all.”

If you’re One of the three morons or idiots who believe the motto to be the Truth, go spawn

Since the age of Reason we believed half of what we’ve seen and none of what we’ve heard

Scepticism sewed into the fabric of an existential metaphysics, blind faith in the Eagle bird

In a river’s water bed, swirling eddys full of the liquid gas, I fish for the catch, a bite, fish on!

Doom and gloom is what got you here, stones rolled and beatles rocked the world into a rave

Now in retrospect the half century from the 1960’s to the 2018 #FakeNews drivle of the cave

Older folks got theirs, some of them didn’t, younger folks are flaggin’ theirs, just like to #Rap

Not rock yet a cannard of gods’ on a bed full of non-compliance, naked apes’ #FakeNewstrap.

by

r j j stephan, I { *header is @ReneDescartes on the left & @Guatanama on the right }

c. Mercredi 12:00pm Noon Dismissal 9-5-2018, September Wind blowing me down!

{ written while listenin’ to @ChakaKhan #RUFUS #SweetThang on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ksRrVlqRjKE }

 

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

#KillerEightyEights

W.W.A.R.D.?

WELL...YOU KNOW........ #ShootMeStraight  

#MakeItBurn #ShootMeStraight #SeventhSons #FourthDaughters @MamaToldMeWhenEyeWasYoung @MakeItBurn

UNDER AN IRIDESCENT MOON

by

Richard Joseph Stephan
c. · Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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In a change of mind and heart, the blow of death fades from taking over, like Godzilla

It’s not that you don’t want to be immortal and healthy forever until a Rico supernova

Reality is, we all come and we all gotta go sooner or later, but for sure it rings a bell

Nothing will survive either a century more or less, not even a vampire, not an angel.

I ain’t gonna let it get me down, just ‘cause I got a table for two and only One will die

Lonely rooms everywhere in every house from Tupelo to Tallahassee, tons of smokin’

Guns and rifles and plants rolled into cigars, bullets, gunpowder, girls and whiskeyin’

What I’ve done, I can’t remember it all but it was always light of the neon moon and I.

For the first and last time, the absolute Truth about the reality of origins, a third eye’s door

Heaven and Hell are the illusions of the frustrated monks and all brothers who come and go

In their haste to conclude the wonder, conclusions have been bleached, on the ground floor

With accidental fortune and a primal brain-full of mind, philosophy emerges for a deep blow.

Found nothing that I’ve ever lost because the found is valued as a deserved recompense

For the things that you’ve lost and never have found, nobody cares or remembers nonsense

Into the mystic, the clouds part and the absolute clearness of the sky let’s the spirit rise to fly

Out of the atmosphere, this world, jacked jaws wide, now so what, too dang high to tell a Lie?

Hillbillies and city slickers tryin’ to teach me how to be in Chicago or Maui, a little coonsmile

For the sake of Good, Bad and the Ugly the show must go on, immerse my love in dark holes

I saddled up when I was just a boy, rode off into a sunset, never went back to holy lake bowls

Born, raised urban cowboy, speedin’ in the city, past beer country moons, my irridescent pile.

by

r j j stephan, i { Blown dust off of the bible mixed with a Harvey Wallbanger yields 2P2O5 ! }

c. September 4, 2018 Tuesday @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to @DavidLeeMurphy #DustOnTheBottle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uNkF_ZpQ4eg }

#MakeItBurn  #ShootMeStraight   #ComeOn #WWARD.?

#Adventureland @WelcomeAboard

SKIPPY DAM 

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, September 3, 2018

For the alpha test of the journey between here, there, now and then, we’re a liquid black hole

Moving the Unmoved Mover from East to West, clockwise if observed from a northern pole

Counter clockwise below the equator in the Southern Hemisphere’s point of below, as above

My spirit, my consciousness, my memory, my imaginary self, non-existent prior to #Love.

Featureless and without motion, the #BigBang produces the distance between dusk & dawn

Musk of my odoriferous scent embalmed in my RNA, mitochondrion hypochondriac of dirt

Boredom, ennui of my father’s labor, creative urge to animate the given tabernacle of spawn

Recently awakened from the pretenders’ who hawk the blind faith, become extinct, to abort.

In the field of this matrix, you die in the middle of liking the being you’ve become, a #Hitman

Taking care of other people’s business that they cannot engage, elimination of denominators

Uncommon numerators and diminished sevenths in a hodgepodge of muddy blood of a bird

Drunken women and men, more than I need, more than you can imagine, downshift to 3rd.

Dam behind the wall of empty rocks and jagged rolls, it’s all you need to get wet and cold

In and out of the current, flowing like soft silk, currents and eddys below the pebbled beach

For the sake of the California dreamer, I become silent at the climax of the ORIGIN’s mold

Needles and spoons left for the ones who can’t survive in the strangling strangeness, I teach.

Burning and freezing here for a sort of repayment for disobedience or impudence of who?

Distant relative way beck in the day when everything was cool, no Jesus, just man’s booze

Nothing and nobody in between, to save us from our natural feelings and actions, fake news

I got some and you want a little bit, we can scratch one another’s back and lick our fuzzballs.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 3, 2018 @ 2:44 PM Monday

{ drafted listenin’ to # BozScaggs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5wNKQ7RRXfk } 

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyeGotMyHandsUp #YouGotTheWrongGuy #ItAintMyFault ....#TrueDat

ATYPICAL MARYROSE PHANTASM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan· 

Sunday, September 3, 2018

 

Love grows where my @Rosemary goes and all I can do is follow the #Fengshui of #Zen

It is just a matter of time in space, my face and yours reflecting #Uber wonder and hunger

To kill and eat the meat from the bones of the living things that run from your raw power

Nobody wants to be eaten, dead or alive but if you’re killed by a cat, that’s almighty then.

Could have been a cancelled series, one of those 60’s or 70’s shows, reminisce among dead

Pictures and memories of things that used to be and are no more, due to the natural pothead

Blown away in a cloud of weed smoke, make Ala’s faded life completely obliterate brothers

Grace and prayers will have no effect on the stiffs’ ashes and skulls in graves and DJ lockers.

Lost and found in the same place everything always is, time and time again, it starts at zero

A timeline to the past and future at the moment you know that you are PRESENT, as a hero

Came to the planet’s surface through woman’s egg and man’s seed, absolute nonsense, hole

In this game, I didn’t know I was just a player, disposable diapers’ full of my golden #Soul.

Wild I know, I am and it is what it is, the nature of the beast, sneakin’ like a bat outta hell

Getting out of here alive is impossible for the ones I’ve seen, mouths agape, rigor mortis L

Do not pick me to see the light in the darkness and come back to let the world know, I’m in

In the back way or through the front door, up the side street to the dead end’s mortal sin.

FakeNews Revolution for the speck of dust we angels call home, the gist of it, we’re caput

Off with the heads of the Enjambments and Lincolns, Smith and Jones too, in a fake shootout

Between Good, Evil and the Live, only the Ugly can’t outlive what #Fake heaven too has done

A DNA manipulated by natural selection and astral projection of incorporeal rays of a sun.

In a cult of #RoseWine, a cherry blossom straddles the scent, aglow spice of an ordinary hand

Blame and responsibility for the possession and ingestion of the matrix’ sparkling moon sand

In a manner of speaking, it’s academic because in general, out-of-sight pretenders of #Nigh

Runnin’ the #dozens and engines of creation on empty, I’m immersion in a #MaryRose high.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Sunday September 2, 2018 @ 11:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of #LynyrdSkynyrd HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/J4j7ggZqbiU }

 { HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAMA, 9-3-1924 @SalvatreseAlfano }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheyDontCallMeTheBreeze #ricoSacto @ricoSacto

LOOSE NUTS FROM TENNESSEE

by

Richard Joseph Stephan @5:55 AM PST

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Cuddle up baby, I’ve got some old news for you and I ain’t got no time like the H & N present

It’s alright if you don’t listen but I am required by contract to fulfill the #HillbillyDeluxe floss

Sweet inheritance of mothers and fathers, daughters and sons of Adam that’s #HeavenSent

From me to you and all of the species here and now, folks present in a revolving spin of Eros.

Small town to the coast’s ocean of salty liquid gas of hydrogen and oxygen, All One, the same

From alleys in Chicago to the bayou in the swamps, to the everglades, backwoods in a holler

I wait for the rest of y’all to catch up to the place we hang, clickin’ longnecks around sundown

Lookin’ for nothin’ but a way to forget you gotta work ten hour days, for a coon smile frown.

Sendin’ me debits to give to the credits just because I loaned you 23 years of my living it up

Boy and girl that was worth it, forgot about all of the childhood and adulthood faux pas cup

With or without the sugar it came and went quicker than gravity’ll suck y’all six feet under it

Underground or ashes mixed-bone and homegrown smoked in a peace pipe’s bowl of #Chit.

Got a hotrod tuned up Saturday night, hillbilly pickup, race ‘round sundown, edge ain’t evens

Smellin’ that black, burned rubber, noxious fumes of the high test injection, coon smile, hens

Didn’t last long until the smokies came cherry-tops blazin’ red and blue, emergency is down

How much can a #hillbilly take? #Homegrown outta Memphis or the ‘sippi, #NASCAR bone.

Alright, alright, it’s alright now because there’s nothing you can do, nobody is The Root, see

Everybody is here and now chiefly due to the smoke and mirrors of the oratorical ancestry

Those who are dead, here and now, they have no stature other than their thoughts of #Hehl

Displaced souls headless because their Origin is Thimphu-like, faux-amoeba in a jar’s #Bell.

Hillbillies from #NorthPole to #SouthPole agree, you and I need to chill in the gods’ foothills

Keepin’ the reins tight, spurs sharp and @Skynyrd ready #McFly so y’all ‘do what thou wilt’

It’s time to move the party from the woods to the river, so the girls can skinny dip our thrills

From #ACDC to #Zeppelin small town bones, big time #DeluxeHillbillies, #Freedom is a kilt.

by

r j j stephan, i {#GunnedDownRoundSundown }

c. 9-1-2018 #Dawn #Sunup Saturday @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while cruisin’ to the #TasteeFreeze listenin’ to #BrooksAndDunn on youTube #HillbillyDeluxe & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#HillbillyDelux #GiftThatKeepsOnGiving

SHE HAD A LOTTA NEVERENDINGS 

Children won’t know what I was thinkin’ when it all came down to me and the end of the Bay

But you and I know there’s always the #Hehl to pay when you play the game of life just cryin’

Trying to get your way all the time so that you’re the most happy man on a mole hill of #Meh

Thinkin’ about nothin’ except you and me and the future to be, day after day a song of the sin.

Not that nothing is true, false or otherwise but real knowledge is impossible, that’s the Ends

Wind and rain produced by the spin and wobble of the shotgunned hunk, gives you the bends

Gaps and trenches filled in with the gas, homemade, holy seplechure of dreams, beach bones

#Mandingo rats full of mammalian-amphibian DNA, baby Jesus mugged the Buddha Ones.

I recently bought everything on Earth for my personal property, a million things everywhere

I didn’t pay a dime for even one acre, not a hectare or an island, continent or peninsula there

Still bought the dirty remnant of the stardust remaining from the #BigBang of three stooges

Funny Tragedy just an integral part of nights and days you get when you’re one of the rogues.

As I descended into the lower echelons where there is no night and day, I knew I’d go insane

Called the police on my cell phone, #5150 came down hard on my case, shotgun full of #pain

Messed me up and I can’t get my engine back in tune with high octane, fuel injection sparks

I may have to will it to be done like the loco brothers of my #yoyo days, sleepin’ in the parks.

Hobos drinkin’ whiskey and wine, every night in the barroom, all nowhere, far from my home

Love and a need to be with another fired up body of matter munching defecator's, holy Rome

All of that driving beasts of burden, jackin’ jaws of their Blues’ rhythm-skipping’ dusty sluts

Nothing’ll be left, #LapisLazula twilight’ll suck hillbilly deluxe out your hot daughters’ struts.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 31, 2018 Friday @ 4:11 AM PST

{drafted listenin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @Brooks&Dunn #BrooksAndDunn on youTube}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

W.W.A.R.D.?

@ACDC to @ZZTop

CREEPIN’ IN SPACE NUMBER 26

by

Richard Joseph Stephan - Thursday, August 30, 2018

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We went to school, we aliens took the sea animals and made an aquarium of people

To walk among them while they watch behind the glass abstractions, fishin’ sheeple

The records are all broken and the rest of the losers who can’t, win comin’ in second

Pounds of weight piled on from the tables of ladies and men, who fed my frenzy friend.

Pent up emotional rescues from the days and nights way back when, I was young and U2

I’ll stand-down and pour some more #JackDaniels into my thirsty mouth, not a drop for you

Nothing like a wing and a prayer to give you a ticket to ride the wings of blind faith of Void

Herman and Peter and the rest of the ancestors laugh in the state of non-being schizoid.

Three wishes from the bottle of a genie won’t get the smoke and mirrors I need to be me

You can’t see a ghost or a reflection of one, your Self remains ready for the things to be

Comin’ from the ground of being, snakes, four and two legged, winged and kinder Islam

Easy to get under the umbrella to deflect the shrapnel of Hades fallin’ on poor old Adam.

Perfect or imperfect, all in the way of the warrior’s saga, fighting to remain breathing in

And out, ad infinitum until the stars fall from the sky and that will never be, I’m just sayin’

On a ranch or in a high rise tenement in the city’s ghetto, Cabrini Green, Watts, got it good

Y’all got it good, read some history and go way back before your props for bein’ in a #Hood.

A fermented philosophy of existence and being requires a sense of aloofness, not yet obvious

Except to a chosen few who see the mask as an arrogance rather than a look of satiation’s lust

To never need anybody or anything and to be self sufficient with neither need, desire or trust

Middle pathway leads to the First Origin, drunk with reason, DNA embedded a divine curse.

I’m certain that I there is a place without a stitch of light, no forms, no angels, no worms at all

No sound to hear, no sights to see, nothing to say, taste, nothing to touch ‘cept a dunkin’ ball

Pizza party after the game, everybody wins and feels the pain, emptiness of losers #Winning

Once inside the doors of perception, immersion facilitates illusory delusion, Art of #Cunning.

{ written while listenin’ to #EricChurch links @ https://youtu.be/rOuF3k_-asA & https://youtu.be/MXIpNL0mEGg & #ChrisStapleton @ https://youtu.be/bIyjedRGMwE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

Bruce Springsteen - Working On a Dream (Video Version)

#Beautiful @BruceSpringsteen rockin'.....  #BruceSpringsteen  but...... now.....W.W.A.R.D.?