CAROLs 70, BUT WHY? #SNOWBIRD
In our little world we move about like the rest of the minions and strive to survive in the pen
Animated since conception, movin’ about from day One to the present, loving the life of blue
Where you see what you get and being the beauty of the fathers above, you get it all, now then
Dreaming while your body is awake and sleeping when your mind’s at attention and swirling.
It won’t stop girl, it won’t stop woman, it’ll go on for years in the dark, last breath and before
You knew your father, mother, brother, sister and a cadre of associates, last one on the floor
It’s always you, you, that is the important one, you survive or the world becomes a black hole
Believe me, this is no joke, you got to the top of a ladder and look like a million bucks in foal.
I’m not going to toot your horn, I can’t even stand next to you without shades on, illuminated
Dream within dreams, it seems, just no other way to crack the whip, a life-death mask of gold
Is all there is before heaven and hell, mama and papa did what they could, healed a holy mold
Reminisce about walkin’ away from the Earth, in a squirt of gas, I am The God in your head.
No need to get all up in arms about Facts as they appear to be, probably won’t change a thing
You get what you get if you’re lucky or not, it’ll be the way it was always going to be, The Way
Look around you now and then, see the light and the darkness outside, it matches your own
Why? Can’t tell you why but you already know the answer, wasted in your Pacific time-zone.
Amalgamated and consolidated the alpha and omega into the menudo, hodge-podge of Dirt
Red or black soil from the dust of the burned-out star, we called our mother, the Earth’s hurt
Father abandoned the mother, Earth and the progeny of plants and anima of a divine mate
I am the One, made it harder than it had to be, yet satisfied that I forced fate’s intrepid dates.
Now and then, a diamond comes out of the rough cities and towns of coal miners, unburned
Unscathed by the killer apes who roam the planet’s seven seas to find the gold, left by the god
Of your mothers and fathers, grandfolks way back to the beginning, where Alpha became two
Can’t walk or fly away, can’t crawl or slither underground, NOW, go forth! I’ll go on, AHO!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted on my honey’s 70th birthday because it just had to come out sometime, I love her madly! It’s just me though! Listenin’ to Eagles fly all over #ICantTellYouWhy on youTube in a loop @ https://youtu.be/T2Ns6J1KWd8 }
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