TRIANGULATE RED, GREY & WHITE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, November 26, 2018
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English linguistical imperfections aside, this is the best I can offer from the bottoms gold dust
Fighting and dying for unknown causes just because the high and mighty above us are bored
This place called our room, our bed of love and happiness is violated by the marauding horde
Thank the regal ones of us all, The Ones allowed to rule an all too human, massive soul fuss.
Being’s nothingness has something to do with it all but nobody listens to a madman’s blather
Not in any center of this or another planet for that matter, this energy is everywhere? Please.
Mass of atomic matter or a gargantuan dead star’s asteroid dust adrift in the Cosmos’ lather
All nothing but rasterized pixels of Nature’s wind sheer, utter nonsense to the birds and bees.
You’ve got one of these minds, imagine nothing but emptiness and nobody else but you there
Language and culture are absolutely useless in this Netherlander paradise of bone and hair
Colors of the skin around bones matters only to the aliens formed by separate but equal fear
Among the many and the few, independent declarations are vacant echoes, fathers of forbear.
In conclusion, there is no beginning and no end, no alpha and no omega, timing’s everything
Nowhere but Earth to go for us and them, not to the moon with Alice, no spacesuit evolved
Happiness is a piece of pie when you’re hungry, forbidden apple’s tree of knowledge besting
Sentenced to the hole in the world where Eagles get the better of US all, egg to stone, loved.
I ain’t beatin’ a dead horse because they go to the glue factory for the stickiness that adheres
Keepin’ the paper together, so that the words and thoughts don’t fall apart into their cinders
Where they came from in the fire of the star we call sun, exploded miracles caught in ellipse
Around and around ad infinitum we’ll go forever until the supernova resumes the God trips.
All of it in a nutshell isn’t really a nut or nutty at all, it’s an absolute Dead Sea, for real chief
So real that in a moment, you’ll realize the Truth is just too bizarre, just one life and we’re out
Logic and reason from the deductive and inductive conclusions eliminate God’s divine doubt
A first movement, First Cause of Supernovae Gravitational Collapses, God, there’s no relief.
Except at the Ends of battles, burned or buried to avoid the flies, blue, red and black maggots
What you and I are other than immaculate, invisible souls infused at conception by ma & pa
Is what they could do nothing about, it was ever enough to expose love’s living proton-robots
It’s either this Way, down the path of the middle of the road or the final curtain drops, oh Ga!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 26, 2018 A.D. LUNDI @ 6:13 AM PST
{ drafted in the essence of the Void allowed by my cranial matter and it’s willed application by an unknown series of electronic stimuli impacting my inferior nasal conchae with the jams of Black Hollywood de Carlos Santana on youTube linkS @ https://youtu.be/HDLLXUaqZxg & https://youtu.be/AqZceAQSJvc }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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