P H I L O S O P H I A

Saturday, June 30, 2018

W.W.A.R.D.?

W.W.A.R.D.?

SENORITA, #ZORRO’S ORO JELLY

I used my sword when necessary for repelling the ocean’s bottom feeders’ pearls n’ gold

The way the savages and the elite high society part their dead-cell hair on their flat pates

It’s a shame that we didn’t see eye to eye when I had two behind the opaque shaded fold

Making the world a sight for the blind eyes that cannot comprehend the Light’s lovers’ dates.

Nothing and something are one and the same, a feeling of being there or not, a tasteless smell

Sounds of silence infinitely better than the noise of animation before the eyes of the gods’ hell

A place where only the earthbound are welcome for a while or forever, depending on a creed

Faith in a hope that may not even be a dream or smidgen of relation to reality of Man’s seed.

Probes into the outer spaces beyond the utter Void between stars and our sunny blown-hole

Whether you care a bit or a lot makes no difference, agreement and denial are of One’s soul

It moved and then suddenly everything moved, like a cue ball hittin’ a racks in billiard pools

I am not presenting an argument in favor of or in disagreement with the entire ship of fools.

Blind faith in a factoid that a mind within your confines, skin and bones, is free to be, is false

This presence of your fortunate occupation is an accident and luck of the draw, it’s the laws

I got somewhere to go if you don’t care to see my face and body around any longer, it is cool

So frigid that if you ever touch it again, it’ll crack into a million pieces, all One, the same tool.

Fear for life and fear of death move the ignorant and idealistic to the ultimate primate climax

In a state of orgasmic ecstasy the stupid suddenly eject the scum that moves mud and blood

In coded acid sequences, one form or another produces either a replica or a mutant of relax

I think that you thought you’d get some come up-pins from the deadness of the headed hood.

Alas, you think therefore you are or maybe you’re not, a True one can’t be two’s Cosmic stews

Wait a minute and just a second, lead all of the boys and girls in fully-disclosed, rolled stones

Into my sword n’ knives, plunge a place within sliced dreams of Man, gravity, wisdom’s bones

Crop cream, forms of matter, hogs, leather, lace of Eve-Adam’s good lovin’ 24/7 #FakeNews.

r j j stephan, i

c. June 29, 2018 @ 1:11 PM PST

W.W.A.R.D.?