BLIND MEN SEE FIRE IN THE DARK
Richard Joseph Stephan·Friday, April 3, 2020
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Hard rocks on roads to perdition or paradise, there’s a wrong turn I took for a hot mocha java
There were no signs or turning signals, no heads-up to the dogs of civil war all up in a tizzy fit
Glimmering gold and silver lining from the hills & mountain caves, empty philosopher’s blah
Unborn stalagmites & stalactites of the poor, the gold is watchin’ the philosophers get over it.
Philosopher’s stones aren’t sapphire or ruby or emerald or diamond, just basalt volcano barf
Deep in the bowels of inordinate, simpleton minds who eat roadkill’s revolting, choking scarf
Dressed to kill in sack cloth of burlap bags to cover innocence’s virgin brides’ programmings
Naked skin without fur, without hair, no heat insulation just a total loss of breathing things.
So the Earth ceased to revolve and spin the yarn of the unknown, cosmic slop of a boss’ hogs
You do see what’s going on here right? The pope, the cardinals, nuns’ priests of #Adamsfall
Big house of the tiny gods of golden words, silenced all biblical hieroglyphics, prophetic dogs
Caught off guard while being on guard, had to kill the life to eat the dead, it’s not my call y’all.
If you yourself, your personality and your ego consciousness don’t die when your corpse lives
It’ll be a night of living dead, not a movie but your deadhead life on Earth without bee hives
No rats, bats or roaches to carry particulate bacteria and viruses from place to place in space
Nothing to eat or inhale from the atmosphere’s humidity’s aridity except pure O2 and H2O.
Still have the nuclear weapons tucked away on land, in the air and under the sea, just sayin’
We & they still think we need to protect our stuff from being stolen, are you shyt’n’ no stash?
Man is just so human that there is no way to rise above that insane ignorance, lay up a lay in
Or take a three from half-court to win the joust between friendly rivals, who have danm cash!
Now hear the hundredth monkey squealing on the ground and in trees and cave in Freehold
Then a mystic thought is all that’s left with the rats and roaches and bats, dirty martini SOLD
No lies, money or family, on a cruise ship of retired gypsies, tramps & thieves all ghosts afloat
Found afloat with nowhere to go but to Davy Jones’ locker full of shark bait, cannibal boats.
Purpose for being alive and dying in thee end, you probably are better off not knowing Truths
It’d probably be the last thing you’d want to hear, divine, all too human rhapsody in sky blues
Most will pass away when they die, high school kids online for the answers to the SAT booths
Sad, no prom car wrecks, no dress, no tux, no corsage, no heartbreak after-graduation booze!
Back to normal which is abnormal if you have to go to school or work, retired is still insane
Four hours of never ending stories of humanity, oh the humanity, we are all the viral #AGfan
Matters taken into our own hands, humane compassion for homeys NOW? A batman’s fate!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, April 3, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while jitterbuggin’ between Friends Who Like #ArmstrongandGetty @ArmstrongandGetty & the following link to Prince_artistik on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Pq98n2j75XA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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