PICASSO CON-CUBE, FORM LIGHT *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 13, 2020
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A con-job to convince the gullible that the Lie is Nothing but the Hole Truth, help me gods!
Yet the point is moot since everyone is a #Con either convicted or wanted for paltry hotrods
Possible to be the hunter of this bounty for pennies on the dollar, up to a ten foot slam dunk
That isn’t the half of it, the whole shebang, to know thyself and to do unto another one’s funk.
From the bitter ends of the Earth where the dust stops, the air doesn’t blow, no wind sinned
Around in circles like a dizzy ball of asteroid lost in Space, the Time for revolution, orphaned
Full stop, stagnation, deterioration of a memory’s integrated, leftover morsel of vape sunrise
Conditional argument for the nature of the beast that I am, innocence corrupted by the Price.
Costing more than the value is worth but justified by the almighty profit of Chicago 5 & dime
5 pregnancies and 7 babies we thank the mother of us all, for fortune bequeathed to my twin
Who was DOA from the holy matrix of fire, the sunspot that blew it’s cookies, monsters care!
Reaching into the holy place everywhere around, 360 degrees of directional sub-family affair.
Sitting around the ocean and painting the person I see in the form of a woman of distortion
She’s all miked up with nothing to say, she is, shall we say, an oil painted mess of swirlin’ sin
About to make the exit from the matrix which is neutral to life and death of the living gravity
It sucks us in and blows us out in a swirling whirl, won’t stay out of my mouth, ego’s mystery.
Igor or Homer will ruin the whole show, the play on words and actions is in mid-finale form
Shaped like a woman, thought as a man, all too human like the nihilistic Nietzsche silk worm
Penance given to the kings and queens who imagined immortality as a given, feared the Ends
Which is always where everything in heaven’s Earth Is, imaginary figments in a Cave, friends!
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is the painting of a man called Pablo, at One, Pablo Picasso's House
c. Thursday, February Thirteenth, Two Thousand Twenty, Year of the Lord @ 3:11 AM PST
ala Maltese lingo: Il-Ħamis, Tlettax Tnejn, Elfejn u Għoxrin, Sena tal-Mulej @ 3:11 PST AM
{ Released to the infinite shadow this AM while listenin’ to the #PhilosophyOfPlato 36 books link @ https://youtu.be/VDiyQub6vpw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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