ZORRO, MA & THE ESCRIMADERO
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, February 19, 2020
She knows everything I know and it’s not a top secret you need to keep, broadcasted LIVE
From mountaintops and ocean buoys, satellites and cosmic rays out of the Void’s ether pit
Amazing feat, this fait accompli and the happiness of philosophical pi in the blue sky above
As below, in any case the sky is grey or blue, reflected obstruction of the Singularity of Love.
Persecution for the running of bulls near the red barn and the fenced in cowboys’ cowgirls
Can’t move without the preying lips of the wanted and unwanted, dreamers all just spit curls
Punched in the mouth or the solar plexus bread basket, knocked teeth out, took breath away
To the jerk of the grabbed collar at the back of your neck, gave you the nature of priestly gays.
These guys who are all dead by now, used to be the teachers I was exposed to from ‘65 to ‘69
Priests of the cloth, a collar of pretendin’ to be Christlike yet just a masquerade for Evil Lives
I feel sorry for all of the dead old men and the ones who still survive this Glass Bead endgame
Sitting on the face of Fear and Grace is all a part of the cub and boy scout, altar boy’s blame.
Taught by the best to be the quickest draw undercover, a stealth tool for the defense of gods
What is or is not running the game you and I find ourselves in the middle of, with or without
Souls and spirits move it until it either freezes, melts or becomes the food of gods’ original sin
Hunks of burning matter, atomic quarks and the essence of minion forms, eat Out, suck It in.
Harder on you than it is on me & that’s not the deal I made, mighty powers of a wild #Wife
You were supposed to be facilitated by my presence to avoid the impediments of nasty life
A moving target, animated by eating what was alive and burning the fuel, to be or not, OM
In grooves of Space & Time, particular and in general, stabs at the Truth are all of this, Ma!
It’s a matter of cuttin’ and runnin’ when the Time rolls over your attention to the matter’s sin
That you paid no attention to the caring for the love and nurturing the place where it is In
Your heart, your soul, a goodbye kiss or a hello goodbye hug like a step brother’s real mother
I can take it or leave it, a goodbye kiss is fine on my cheek and I don’t mean One with red lips.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. February 19th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to some #AaronTippin #KissThisGoodbye on youTube #CeeYa link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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