P H I L O S O P H I A: WAR on Yo Mama & Daddy Don Don't Rock Or Roll

Thursday, December 12, 2019

PETRIFIED IN CYTOPLASM

W.W.A.R.D.?

IT’S SO FAR OVER MY HEAD, AFRAID IDGAF

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One eye can see through the darkness with no light at all, a deep feeling & word from a bard

Getting over the emptiness of the gods Void everywhere around this mother Earth, it’s secret

Not for me to say and for certain, not for YOU to know, it’s hidden for a reason, It’s what’s set

You heard it all before, I’ve got nothing new because everything, all of it is age old Rock Hard.

Think and grow rich, don’t think and no doubt you die either in a war or gutter’s backstreets

Celebrate the giving and the taking as if nobody on Earth is Evil, when somebody is, lot’s full

Of men, mice, monkeys and the ape philosophy of life, spun out of darkness’ silly footnotes

Walking, running or just sitting quietly in the muck and mire, It is One and the same ol’ bull.

What’s left after the matriculation of the DNA absorption is not academic, it’s life’s two-faces

Watch what happens once you comprehend the meaning of frozen insight and a moon’s dots

This and that, if not you then who, manufactured jobbin’ us, passin’ time in holy Space places

Look up, down, over and out, in back and sideways, focus straight ahead, merry Xmas robots!

Nothing is silent in the night and everything is loud chaos in the light, you see what it is now

Dream within a theory of string, visible sound scratched into rock walls for minions’ to crown

The Truth eeks dots and lines on a clef for the treble and the bass to jump, blown out of reach

Melody and sweet undertow of the Sea of Love pullin’ me down fathoms, son of God’s breach.

A predictable, cyclical trip around this star called Sun/Son, epistemological merry Christmas

Without our spinnin’ and wobblin’ in revolutionary orbit, we’re dead and gone, agree so fast

You still want to be saved by a higher power than the measly bytes you control of mind’s body

Just wait, your chance is comin’ at any moment, a hundred years more or less, Time, eternity.

I admit you saved my life and I lived longer than many and maybe not as long as I desire, but

I want to thank you baby, you know who you are, you made it through this scat and scuttlebutt

Cool and hot from the first day we met, on the mountain full of snow, on a sled with old Santa

We were the deer who led the sled from barn to the moon, drunk on Tequila & Orange Fanta.

love,

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, Twelve, Twelve, Twenty-Nineteen A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to WAR THE BAND #PlatinumJazz & Why I Do Not GAF youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9HfQl8KTYdI }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?