FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Saturday, April 11, 2020
#GrammasHands #ThisCantBeAllThereIs #HOMERS #FedExLogoRocks *SKYNYRD #FlysOnTheWall
had to change the title for the FB minions to: MATER DEI HUNGUP ON A WALL *
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, April 11, 2020
-------------- I AM A MAN -------------
This is all you can see in the moment before the final sight of the back of my handsome parts
It’s bowed in silent farewell to the living-dying meat on the planet, cooked on a funeral pyre
Taxed and chased by bacteria and viruses that are tougher than my black belt in The #Arts
I wasn’t just a super sport who won it all in the end, I was what I’ll always be, the Ways Fire.
Gramma on the porch swing telling my friends who never were my own, to mend a blue sky
Punks groomed to be roaches and rats on cloudy grounds of being in a Windy City, lake high
City of Bad Smells and the burial grounds of millions of non-native Americans, displaced po’
So poor that they thought about eating each other when the plants and cans stopped comin’.
When the trucks & cars stopped rolling, bandits and surviving poor turned to a mass of milk
It doesn’t matter where you and I grew up or where we are here and now, what matters? God
No higher power than the bones you inhabit and the men and women with a badge and a gun
You came to be here and to be happy, to be beneficiary of the Good, The gods’ God of my fun?
Dreams are all over now, you got what you got for doing the deeds that deserved to be done
Becoming a man or a woman in 2020 Anno Domini is without a doubt, all you had to ever do
Just grow up and be the arbiter of the Good, Bad & Fugly in orbit ‘round the holy Sun of Ga
Language foreign translation a linguistic malfunction, just grunt cavemen, it’s written in Red.
When you look into the rear view mirror and you see #Taillights not #Headlights, you best be
Going into that bizarre dream with eyes wide opened & ears closed to sounds of the Silencio
Quiet and with no vibration of air to signal the beginning or the end, all infinity’s Singularity
On the Event Horizon, GOT LAID & GOT LOST, a final swing of the wings, up/down, I AM It.
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r j j stephan, i * Header’s my vehicular manslaughter escape of gravity and centrifugal force.
c. 4-11-20
{ Jammed out the plethora, before A slow ride in a #Hearse, bowed my head listenin’ to Brooks & Dunn Ronnie & Kix #Believe! Do YOU? answer: #Jawohl commandant! Link #BELIEVE chapter, verse, words written in red & a slower ride in the Hearse? @ https://youtu.be/Bn_CVywqsG4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, April 10, 2020
Shapeshifting - Joe Satriani 2020 A.D.#BrokenBones #BrokenRules #EverythingsBroken #SilverLIning #TwilightZoneJustAhead #PhilosopherStoned
PEACE, PLASMA’S PINK PLETHORA
Another spin around the ecliptic just because we got lucky and didn’t roll in a ditch, see
Why run when you can’t get to infinity in one giant leap of mankind, the abyss’ deep sea
From the rocky and sandy ground of this being, we shoot balls in holes, we’ve got gigs
Somebody’s got to do everything to keep civilization and society in tact, midgets or bigs.
Pioneers moving the barriers of the wilderness from sea to shining sea, stolen from the gods
Given to some almighty One claiming to be superior to All that is in front of our cones’ rods
Miracles do not happen, all effects have a cause way back to the original First Cause of dead
An amorphous King of the Universe, master of the bytes of conscious bone bags we’ve fed.
Burlap bags saved from the tons of potatoes so I could use them for the tons of flower fur
Legal for the whole world now, POTUS and queens, emirs, kings and dictators in the mud
Makin’ it fertile for the flowers to bloom into the miracle of Mary Jane, Kronic Mary Kures
All for the sake of making the Twilight Zone here and now seem absolutely normal, blood.
In the Twilight Zone’s fake Nothing, it’s all forever, God’s in every empty house of the blues
Plethora of colors in shapes and forms, hard rocks’ mix of kool-ade DNA, Reason’s fake news
A dream within a dream, as close as you want to be to the real Truth about the One and done
Get ready, you can’t handle truth, not my problem, 1st chick laid a punk in a #pink egg, a sun.
Idiots and morons are proof that there is a defective gene in a pool of leftover, round squares
Monsters take over from time to time, sometimes men, sometimes a viral byte of RNA fears
From the shores of the seven seas to the tips of the volcanic holes in a God’s bunker busters
Where the hippies and radicals go to hide out with the bank robbers and monkey molesters.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Venerdì, 10 aprile, duemila e venti, l'anno del Signore, alle 1930 ora solare del Pacifico
{ Drafted out of the plethora with blindfold on and hands tied behind YOUR back, while listenin’ to new 2020 Joe Satriani cd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/7AQOcitaeKg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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