DAZED, CONCEIVED, MA, SKOAL, UBIQUITOUS *
by
richard joseph stephan, i
Sunday, January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
That is all there is to it, I’m merely a messenger, a gypsy man who has allegiance to the None
Like a Robin Hood of the tales in Sherwood Forest, I search the golden foothills full of foo fun
A brisk education from the ABC’s and the Trigonometric functions of the Algebraic equations
Of the miserable men and the mighty mice in the ground, in holes in the ground, mortal sins.
Just because you think you’re so pretty and available or not to a general or specific unknown
Allowing your private eyes to be exposed to Elements-at-Large, at random, no savvy i-phone?
Amazing part of the geometric progression of the chords and arpeggios is that it’s your doom
In a million or in a duo or trio or quartet, prism of light, lead by a beatin’ pounder of a drum.
From the mirage inherited from the ones who left writing in emerald and diamond o-rings
Recollection of the gypsies who gave life to the meaning of moving away from the wastings
Where the angels fear to go, the recycled food of the human, buried underground, artwork
Petrified origin of the Way, a recycling detergent of the red dwarf or black hole event jerk.
Traveled in an orbit of unknown origin to occultish destinations, in circles, infinitude of puns
Took the heart and soul given by my mother and father, trained by the popes, priests & nuns
DNA in the constant result of being at One with being the Many, a gift of God, Gods’ gifting.
If you don’t mind enlightenment while being down on your knees, eyes lookin’ underground
Here and now is your chance to go a step or two beyond your Twilight Zone’s goal post end
Punks and presidents, all their followers in the gangs and thugs of political demoncrat scree
All calling like the cats on the fence at night, wanting to express the need to bite & lash kitty.
On every single planet in this solar system, nothing is known, stardirt knows an Earth existed
Neither now nor before a Big Bang was there ever any enlightened Oneness, no holy god dead
In the middle of Zero, abstracting from fleeting feelings of being One, all alone state, my fate
‘Wearin’ short skirts is OK with a long sweater!’, amazing, all too human, surrealistic weight.
Regarding the nature of being in the wake, in the shadow of the known, deep in the unknown
Where angels fear to go because there is no light to see, nothing but a fully silent, jovial clown
Smiling to hide the superiority of being in the know of final blows, what Life means to us all
High priests to bums and hobos ridin’ off of the normal rails of perspicacity, wisdom, skoal!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. January 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted out The Void listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #GypsyMan in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DTj1LpG2SM0 & #ForYourEyesOnly link to ‘medicate’ upon: #perspicacity @ https://youtu.be/31f78egHWfg #Wait #What? }
* Header of this piece is of and by #StonehengeTheShrineOfDruids
FINIS
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