LOVE* #LAKLAND, ALASKAN BASS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, December 17, 2019
************* a fortnight in presence **************
Took me away from home to the joy and celebration of warriors, reinforcements! Ship ahoy!
Asleep in the trenches, freezing in the hope of being saved by gods’ holy supermen, Yoyo Boy
As if that was the only way to be, all too human, pretending to be a creation of an artist’s Dam
A hird or fourth time of reincarnating the force from Everywhere into a small atom of Adam.
What are YOU, a WISEACRES child or an older than dirt philosopher who says nothing at all
To anyone ever, not a word or a breath breathed out loud, total silence of lambs, too humane
For the aliens or the gods above this planet’s surface, in the middle of Void Space or a dream
A land’s mine of thoughts flow ‘like a river do,’ my man-mind synapses fires, naughty cream.
Ship sailed too long ago to see the wake left behind, it was here and now back then too, OMG
Now schooled in the finer arts of mind control and fishing for fish #underwater, invisible sea
Microscopic and macroscopic appearance of the shapes/forms of light and dark memes of me
I wanted this, needed this, I’m the thing itself that always was and will be here and now, aye!
If you believe it’s a game of mighty power lifting strong MEN, you’ve been deceived by birth
Inside of the egg you began as the FATHER above the VOID invaded, inseminated A WORD
A sound of a UFO hovering above your head, humming and vibrating your all too human Id
Ego was not super enough, it was vulnerable to attack from the denizens of the absolute It.
Being as it may, thus we move as the unmoved do once excited by dirty balls of cosmic fugue
Broken apart yet still One and the same Thing, part of Nothing is the whole of Nothing vogue
Coming to high heaven in the vestibule of the sacristy with the habits, hosts and hotty nuns
Who know more than the boys to priests who get no sex after their own Ma and Pa’s guns.
Last gasp of air before it’s too late to comprehend the gist of the trip, satisfaction is so fine
But you will never know the feeling after you feel it, the mind dims, the brain’s electric out
And when it’s over, you won’t know it but Nothing ever mattered, a moral code X of ethics
Unknown because it’s where we stand, sit and fly, in an ultraviolet beam, OMG, BUT WHY?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, FREEZEMBER 17th, 2019 A.D.
{ #ThoughtsINeededToGitOut Dedicated to #TheTwins, #HBD #60, my eyes adore you! Deborah Stephan & David Stephan without whom our Mother Theresa #TMA, the Josie & Joe daughter variety, RIP Mommy! At-ONE & done! & loop of Morganwallen #RedneckLoveSong link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D
